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flamerunn3r · 25 days

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Ok making this as a new post bc I adjusted a couple of minor things on these. In the order I drew them in, heres the great p5u au design post finalized after working on these on and off for like 5 months

This is my own personal interpretations but is also somewhat speculative in nature. I'm mostly trying to use already established characterizations and arena epilogue set ups as a branching off point but there might be stuff I've missed or forgotten (i also haven't played dancing yet sorry if there's something in there I hadn't accounted for). This is kind of like if I took the creative reigns on the story where I'd continue with it. Only the investigation team for now but maybe I'll do the shadow ops at some point.

Yu Narukami

He's currently either attending school as a journalism student in the city or just starting out as one. Enthusiastic about his field but still tries to find the time to keep up with his friends and visit Inaba when he's free. I felt journalism made alot of sense for him with the themes of persona 4. I liked the sport jacket and turtleneck but wanted something different so the scarf was chosen to keep the same kind of silhouette. I made the collar on the winter coat large and I feel like Narukami's large uniform collar is a key part of his design. and I wanted to call back to that in his casual outfit. The summer outfit I kept close to his summer outfit from p4. I mostly wanted to keep his outfits smart and simple. For his meta verse outfit I really wanted to go all out with the bancho (kingpin) stuff and other delinquent tropes. I lengthened the uniform coat a little because I wanted it to look like a tokko-fuku. Alot of smaller detail inspiration was taken from Izanagi. The lenses in the mask are supposed to mimic glasses. I'd imagine he'd take off the mask the same way he throws off his glasses at the end of P4.

Teddie

I can't imagine him leaving Inaba and the TV world behind. Still staying in Inaba and working largely the same job. He's got his own place now albeit small (still a step up from the closet though). At some point the IT asked Mitsuru to pull some strings so he actually has a legal personhood now. The animal hoodie is something that came to me spontaneously but I knew I needed to include it. I really that his normal outfit in 4 keeps the white and red of the bear costume in the outfit so I tried to keep the colour scheme here too. Most of his later outfits are less flashy and more casual so I tried to continue that trend. I didn't want to lose the rose from the corsage completely so I included a rose pattern in the second shirt. Alot of his outfits feature light blue so I wanted to feature that. (I considered making the hoodie light blue initially) I don't think he'd have a metaverse outfit he'd just use the bear costume.

Naoto Shirogane

I'm under the assumption Naoto is still presenting masculinely to the general public as of p5 but I may be mistaken. (If I'm wrong I'd still probably largely keep the outfits largely similar to this.) Naoto's still working as a detective and I don't think that's ever really going to change. One thing that a hypothetical p5u would have to address is what Naoto and the shadow ops would have been doing during the events of persona 5 but I haven't worked that out yet

I feel alot of the appeal of Naoto's design is the kind of boy detective fashion. I went at this design with the intention of kind of refining that into something a little more adult while still keeping in a similar vein. I did have to ditch the pageboy hat unfortunately as I felt it made them look too young. These outfits were kind of designed as pseudo work clothes which is why I tried to make them a bit more formal. Something I consider notable about Naoto's design that I deliberately avoided here was the rolled up pant legs. It's very obvious in 4 it's done because Naoto is short but I feel like Naoto would start getting that either custom made or tailored to fit. I was initially going to forgo the blazer on the summer outfit but the design felt empty without it. Naoto having a noir detective themed metaverse outfit is an idea I'd had for years but I tried to incorporate design elements that were princely. I alot of the inspiration was from Sam Spade specifically. Deliberately made similarities to Akechi's white crow design. The band around the hat is supposed to invoke the similar one on the old page boy hat.

Yukiko Amagi

Still working at her families in but is taking online schooling during the less busy seasons. She's mostly happy where she is but is keeping her options open. Occasionally makes visits to other ryokans out of town for ideas for her families own inn, as well as an opportunity to for her to sight-see.

The headband was included in her design in p4 as a like retro design thing but I find it too important of a marker of her design to remove it. I understand the why they went with the hairstyle they did for her golden epilogue but I feel it just ends up making her look way older then she is. I thought her having her hair up would be a nice change since she does it so rarely and settled on a ponytail. Tried changing the bangs but the ones she already had just felt right. I wanted her clothes to carry this kind of air of sophistication so I tried to keep them relatively simple and sleek. She's wearing pants in the winter outfit but I chose the longer coat to keep a similar skirt silhouette. The choker was largely inspired by the scarf she has in her winter outfit. Despite being a different colour the cardigan was also chosen to tie back somewhat to the sweater she wears with her school uniform.

In some side material it's mentioned that Yukiko has an interest in western fashion and aesthetics (part of what made the castle manifest the way it did) and I wanted to lean on that in some way for her metaverse design. I ended up going with a masquerade ball theme. I tried to keep the dress to something simple and easy to move in. The gloves and boots take inspiration from her persona in terms of design and size. I wanted to incorporate elements from her work kimono as well hence the ribbon around the torso and flower patterning. Probably the most unsure of this one of the metaverse designs so far. Especially the colours (considered making the reds pinks initially). Might revisit this one.

Rise Kujikawa

Canonically still making music as an idol as of p5. She thankfully has a little more time to herself now then she did at the height of her popularity but shes still enjoying herself and her career.

I really liked her epilogue design having her hair down because it feels alot more relaxed. I feel she probably stop wearing the pigtails as regularly outside of work as time goes on. I went for a more casual relaxed style for her in for her general casual wear, but I still wanted a kind of cute vibe.

Wanted her to have two metaverse outfits mostly because I wanted her to have this little magical girl transformation thing when she fights. But I also think it kind of emphasizes her thing in arena with Himiko about having different sides of herself. Tried to keep them visually similar. General coloursheme of these were inspired by the album cover she has in p5 bc I really liked the kind of more mature vibe to it then weve been shown with her previous idol stuff.

Himiko kind of has this like emphasis on a lack of mobility with the mermaid dress so I ended up using this with Rise as well bc I thought it would be fitting for a navigator. I based the battle outfit mostly on her idol oufits from the anime and DaN. I was really unsure the direction to go with for the mask but I wanted it to be two-toned to emphasize the multiple faces thing again and I like what I ended up with.

Yosuke Hanamura

Studying in the city and struggling to juggle college and a part time job. I'm unsure on what he'd major in but he's paying his own way through college. He's working at either a Junes branch or a Triple Seven or something. I think he's rooming with someone in a rented apartment currently (either Narukami or someone outside the IT. Leaning towards the latter)

I'm trying to go for outfits that are like flashy but still pretty casual and I think I did an alright job. Darker colour pallete in his outfits here then the p4 ones but I think it works. The headphones being wireless was an immediate obvious design choice I thought of as a way to show the difference in time period (sounds weird to talk about it like that since its like 5 years difference but it is what it is/)

I went for this kind of tropey ninja/super hero thing with his metaverse outfit. The primarily black colour was something I also chose for this reason. The tools on the belt are also kind of typical in this regard. The headphones were something I felt was integral to his design so I had to include them. Charge suggested the googles as a mask idea and I think it works really well.

Kanji Tatsumi

Continuing the family business as well as expanding to sell his work online. Generally doing fairly well for himself, rightfully confident in his work. I feel like he's probably tried out a few things when it comes to his personal style before settling where he is now. Has gone back and forth quite a few times on his hair but eventually decided on keeping in black.

Going to be honest I sketched this out after Naoto's but ended up psyching myself out of working on it for a while. Anyway I went at this with this kind of idea of trying to like soften the though guy aspect of Kanji's appearance without losing them. I did try out a couple of other hairstyles but I couldn't come up with something else that felt right.

The Metaverse Design was initially going to have more samurai inspiration but it ended up only coming through with the mask in the end. Deliberately harkening back to his initial design with this but I feel like it's warrented because Kanji's fashion in 4 is as much a facade to keep people away as it is just his own personal taste.

Chie Satonaka

Still pursuing police work around the Yasoinaba area. I think all the IT are signed on with the Shadow Operatives in case of emergency but Chie is more actively involved with the Operatives then the rest of the IT as she actively asks and tries to be. Still talks to Akihiko fairly regularly as well (mostly exchanging texts).

Generally with her everyday outfits I mostly wanted to keep it sporty but relaxed. Deliberately made these a little less overtly feminine then her p4 outfits because I feel like she'd grow more confident in herself not being as feminine as her peers. Tried to keep an article of clothing the same between the two of these outfits to call back to the jersey she was wearing in 4. I considered having her not continue to dye her hair but I didn't feel like Chie once I changed her hair colour so it gets to stay the same.

Her metaverse outfit takes inspiration from kung fu uniforms, particularly the pants. The chest plate is styled after a hotoke dou albeit shortened. Charge also came up with the mask for this one; a blindfold to invoke the idea of a uber competent blinded martial artist, the fabric here is sheer though. The shoes on this design are not necessarily finalized as they are not technically part of the outfit. They are her weapons and would change as such like in the rpg.

Ok that's all for now. Glad to finally have this done

#persona 4 #ul #most of this text is copy pasted from the original post if you've seen that already #its late sorry if some of this doesn't read correctly.#feel free to leave asks as well if you want more like clarification or whatever #I do have like a loose plot for this but i didn't want to write it out rn #2023 #2024

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whatsnewalycat · 1 year

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Psychomanteum / Chapter 8

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Chapter 8: Would You Rather

Chapter Summary: You and Dieter spend the day together.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 7k+

Content / Warnings: alternating POV, talk about addiction, grief, communication problems, confrontation, piv sex, homophobia, spanish homophobic slur, infertility, automatic writing, ghostie better back off, fluffy fluffy feeeeeeelings

Notes: Chapter title from "Would You Rather" by Phoebe Bridgers. Hey so about what I said when I started this series about putting out a chapter every week... I've found that it's not very realistic for me. It doesn't usually take me more than one or two weeks to finish writing a chapter, but I'll put them out when I'm done with them! Thank you so much for understanding and for reading. I appreciate you!!! Also I got a little behind on replying to people's nice comments, and if that's you, you'll be hearing from me tomorrow most likely lol THANKS AGAAAIN!

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When you wake up to the braying of your phone’s alarm, snuggled into the heat of Dieter’s naked body, the sun hasn’t even begun to peak over the horizon. The world is still drenched in darkness. His forehead rolls against the arch of your back as you breathe, the oil from his pores slick on the shared spot. Soft puffs of his sleeping breath spread over your spine and make you tingle.

You close your eyes and find that, if you’re still enough, you can feel the steady beat of his heart echo across your skin.

The night before replays in your head. Parker’s show. Dieter’s confrontation. The way he pushed you to your breaking point. The way he made it up to you.

You wonder if he’ll bring it up again, or if he considers the point of contention to be healed. If you’ll ever get the courage to tell him that it’s not just his wandering attention that hurt you. How do you tell him that his publicized cocaine binge picks away at your brain just as much?

You wonder if this stitched up wound will just be infected by lingering doubt and unasked questions. If your vigilant throat will keep the ache locked away in your chest. If an abscess will grow and rot until it’s too late for antibiotics and it swallows you whole.

The alarm goes off again.

I have to get up.

For a moment, you consider quietly gathering your clothes and slinking out of the room. The comfort of running away and hiding where it’s safe, at a distance far, far away from him, entices you. Maybe the overall net hurt of abandoning him would outweigh that of letting him in your life again.

Then you hear him snore, his slackened lips making a boioioing noise on the exhale. You take a deep breath, your intermingled scents wafting off the stark white sheets that were dampened by sex and sweat. The tickle of his bed head against the nape of your neck.

Your chest tightens.

Maybe the overall net joy of letting him in your life again would outweigh that of abandoning him.

You wriggle around to face him, drag your fingers through his hair, and kiss his forehead. His lungs expand at the contact. A dry hum sounds from his throat. You cup his cheek and drag your thumb against the grain of the gray patch in his beard, then press your lips to the tip of his nose. At this, he hums again and smiles.

“I have to go,” you whisper.

“No,” he croaks, one eye squinting open as he frowns, “Stay here, baby.”

His deep, sleep-drenched voice tugs at your heart. You sigh, “I have to work.”

“Lemme come with,” he mumbles, his limbs waking to pull you closer.

“Do you really want to?”

He hums and nods, “When do we gotta go?”

“Like now,” you chuckle.

Dieter groans and rolls onto his back, then stretches his hands and feet as far away from his body as they’ll go. When he sits up and gets out of bed, your eyes follow, admiring the soft edges of him in the darkness.

“Want some clothes so you don’t have to put a fucking tuxedo back on?” he asks you as he hovers over his open suitcase, rifling through its contents, then adds, “You fancy motherfucker?”

Sitting up and stretching, you yawn, “I suppose.”

He tosses a pair of drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt onto the bed for you, then starts tugging on clothes. The bedside lamp clicks as you twist its knob. Its light floods the room.

You wince away from the brightness and stand up out of bed, “You really don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. You can sleep in and come over later.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he smirks at you, gaze dropping to your tits for one last peak before you pull his shirt over your head.

“No,” you scoff, “I just- y’know, I don’t want to make you think you have to-”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he threads his arms through a black hoodie, “I want to.”

You walk around the bed and approach him, linking your hands behind his neck, “If you say so.”

His puffy, dark eyes meet yours and they linger for a tender moment. He leans forward and kisses your forehead, then in a mumbles against your skin, “You’re making me breakfast and coffee though.”

“Deal,” you chuckle.

Cool autumn air wafts into the apartment through the open windows, counteracting the heat that’s been radiating from the oven all morning. The two air masses dance and swirl with the music from your stereo and the steam rising from cookies laying out on the cooling rack. Dieter is sitting at the counter across from you, sketching and keeping you company while you bake.

“Would you rather freeze to death or be burned alive?” he asks without looking up from his paper.

You tilt your head to the side and scrunch your face up towards the ceiling, tapping your index finger to your chin, then shrug, “Freeze to death.”

“It would take so long, though,” Dieter glances up at you with a furrowed brow, “Wouldn’t you rather just,” he makes a hand gesture like an explosion, “Get it over with?”

“Mmm, no, I hear the delirium from hypothermia fucking rules,” you pick up one of the cookies off the plate between you and split it in half. The soft craters and layers inside are exposed.

With a frown, he sets down his pencil and grabs a cookie. He stares at it as he considers this, but then declares, “I’d still choose fire.”

“Interesting,” you nod in acknowledgment.

Dieter bites off a chunk of the cookie, moans and nods, then takes another bite before setting it down on the counter. He wipes the crumbs off his gray t-shirt, then picks up his pencil again.

“Would you rather take a vow of celibacy or a vow of silence?” you ask, then sink your teeth into the cookie’s thin crust. It gives way to the squishy middle. You hum and wiggle your shoulders in approval.

Dieter sits up straight, then shakes his head, “Burned alive.”

“Not an option,” you chuckle.

He crosses his arms and pushes his mouth to one side, then glances up at you, “Can I break the vow?”

“No, you physically cannot break the vow.”

“Fine,” he sighs, “Vow of silence.”

“Same,” you snort, taking another bite of cookie.

“Would you rather your crush be able to read your mind or have access to your internet history?”

“I’d never subject you to this horror show,” you point to your forehead, then ponder out loud, “But, on the other hand, if you had my internet history, you’d see how many times I’ve googled your name.”

After the words leave your mouth, you wince at yourself. All the blood rushes to your cheeks.

He raises his eyebrows and leans forward expectantly. A shit-eating grin spreads across his face as he asks, “Oh yeah?”

You bite down on the bottom lip of your smile and shake your head. He props his chin up on his fists and leans even closer.

You fold over onto the counter, hiding your face. The pencil clatters against the countertop, then his barstool squeaks and groans as he stands up and makes his way around the counter.

“That’s adorable,” he chuckles as his hands snake around your waist from behind. He mumbles against your neck, “You still have to answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god,” you shake your head. His fingertips tap against your belly as he waits patiently for you to continue.

“Internet history.”

“Agreed,” he responds. His lips tickle your neck, “Really, if you can read someone’s mind, you can ask them about their internet history and get all the details.”

“Bingo.”

The oven starts beeping, so he lets you go and returns to his seat while you pull out the sheet pans and plop them onto their designated spaces on the countertop, each marked by dark green hot pads. After tossing your oven mitts down and turning off the oven, you lean over the counter towards him again, “Would you rather get rich in a way that disappoints your family or just make enough money to live?”

“Well I already do one of those things, so,” he mutters. His eyes are narrowed in concentration as he shades the humanesque figure on his paper.

You frown at him, “Really? Your family doesn’t like that you’re a famous actor?”

“Nope,” he enunciates the P sound with a loud pop that draws your eyes to his plush lips, “Pa is very traditional, machismo. You know, with his upbringing, and being a Marine and all that, he thinks what I do is…” he stops drawing and gnashes his jaw to the side, trying to find the right word, finally settling on, “Shameful.”

You hum and nod. He resumes drawing. As he talks, you study the gentle tics that pinch and stretch his face.

“According to him, acting is something that gays and women do,” Dieter’s words are tinged with spite and exasperation, “ Maricón, he’d always call me. Which is like a, uh, slur for gay people. Fucking asshole ”

Fury on his behalf flares in your veins. Your vision tinges red when you imagine his father calling him this. You try to remain calm and neutral as you ask, “Is your whole family like that?”

“Mostly, yeah. Ma is supportive, but he doesn’t like it when she talks to me,” the corner of his mouth shrugs up into his cheek, “When I visit, he and my brother don’t talk to me, really. It, um… it’s pretty fucking shitty.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Just my older brother, Tomás. And he’s the golden child, you know. He’s just like Pa. A colonel in the marines and very,” he beats his fist against his chest and makes an exaggerated stern face, “manly.”

You nod sympathetically and meet his gaze, “That fucking sucks. I’m sorry, Dee.”

His lips purse into a pout and he sighs, “So yeah. Rich and disappointing, it is.”

The way his eyes seem to flatten at the mention of his family squeezes your heart into a pulp. You want to hold him and absorb all the bad, like a healing stone. You want him to feel peace and belonging. You want him to see that he deserves it.

“I think it’s really great that you followed your dreams instead of letting some sad asshole dictate your happiness,” you tell him, reaching across the counter to offer your hand.

“Thanks,” he takes it and gives you a squeeze, a wistful smile creeping across his face as he sighs, “What about you? Rich and disappointing or just enough to get by?”

“Mmm, well, I’m a disappointment and barely make enough to get by,” you smirk, “So I think I’d rather be rich about it.”

“Business isn’t going well?” he questions.

“I mean,” you scrunch up your face and shrug, “It’s fine. I’m able to make it work. But I lost a lot of clients when people had to start picking up versus delivery. And Ethan drained our savings buying blow before he died.”

“He did?” Dieter frowns. His thumb smooths a circle against yours. The motion soothes the uncomfortable stretch of opening up to him.

You nod and raise an eyebrow, “Also, I don’t know if you know this or not, but being a drug dealer doesn’t really come with life insurance or a retirement plan.”

“Oh, really?” he asks, voice dripping with sarcasm. A grin spreads across his face and warms you.

“I know, it’s kind of shocking,” you roll your eyes and smirk. The playlist broadcasting over your speakers ends. Quiet settles over the two of you. It’s just his thumb grazing yours, both of you staring at the clasped hands.

“You know, I can help you-”

“Absolutely not,” you shake your head.

He tilts his head and scrunches his nose up, “Why not?”

“I’m not gonna let my…” you falter here, mouth hanging open in limbo, unable to verbalize what the next word should be.

My what , exactly?

“Boyfriend?” he finishes.

Your gaze flicks to his and you see that his dark eyes are soft and hopeful. Heat creeps up your neck, onto your cheeks. Your heart starts pounding heavy in your chest. You can’t stop the giant smile from beaming across your face, “Is… that what you are? My boyfriend?”

His thumb works faster against your hand now. He shifts in his seat with a shrug, Adam’s apple bobbing as he inquires, “Is that what you want me to be?”

Regardless of the voice in your head telling you to play it cool, you can’t get the smile to dim, or lessen the giddiness that’s bubbling in your chest. His tongue darts out across his lower lip and he mirrors the goofy ass grin on your face, dimpling his cheeks.

You stammer, “That would be, um… that would be… yeah. Yes.”

“Ok,” he beams, “You’re my girlfriend, then.”

“Ok,” you try to clamp your lips between your teeth in an attempt to smother the smile, but fail. It breaks free and lights up your face.

“Fuck, come here,” he mumbles, pushing his stool back and making his way over to you. His palms cup your cheeks as he holds you against the counter, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is ripe with a hot, desperate kind of want. Its urgency drips down your back and settles between your thighs. Your hands creep up the loose cotton of his t-shirt, delighting in the heat of his body on your palms. He hums, leaning hard into your touch, tongue sliding soft and wet against yours.

A moan rumbles inside your throat. His hands trace the outline of your body, fingertips ghosting along the goosebumps lacing your arms, under the hem of the t-shirt you borrowed from him, trailing across the excitable skin of your abdomen. The gentle touch leaves quivering muscles in its wake, sparks of pleasure igniting a fire inside you.

“Bedroom,” you mumble against his mouth. He pulls back and grabs your hand, squeezing your palms together like he can’t stand to part the skin-to-skin contact for even a moment. A grin breaks out across your face as you watch the way he shuffles through the kitchen, down the hall, through your bedroom door.

You turn around to close the door, and his arms wrap around your waist. His lips press into the crook of your neck, then his tongue rolls against your pulse and you whisper, “Oh my god, Dee-”

“Mmm,” he hums, “Can’t fucking get enough of you, Lua, you know that?”

His teeth catch your earlobe and you gasp, a delicious ripple of ecstasy trickles down your spine. You anchor your hands in his hair, nodding in agreement. He drags his tongue along the shell of your ear. Your knees buckle beneath you as a rush of euphoria floods your brain.

Dieter pulls you back up, the puppeteer yanking your marionette strings taught. You turn around and barrage him with hungry kisses, urging him backwards.

Each blind step the two of you take is accented by lust-drenched panting. Both of you tug at the other's clothes, ripping off shirts and pants and underwear until there’s nothing left and he’s tumbling backwards onto your bed, pulling you down after him.

You clamber on top of him, settling your hips on his. A hand lands at the nape of your neck and he pulls you in for another kiss. You whine into the feeling of his mouth against your own. The thick length of his cock parts your swollen pussy lips and grinds against you, earning a moan from your throat as the flames of pleasure lap away at your insides.

You lean back enough to bring his face into focus. Your fingers comb through his hair as you study his face, admiring how his lust-blown eyes drag across every inch of your body. He bites his bottom lip and meets your gaze.

His hands slide up your thighs, hips thrusting upwards, and he purrs, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he brings one hand to your cheek and brushes the pad of his thumb against your lips, “Just fucking look at you.”

Dieter’s words are dripping with raw wonderment. He’s looking up at you like you’re some kind of divine miracle he’s been blessed to witness. Your heart throbs in your chest.

You let yourself sink into the warmth this man evokes. It's like wading into a hot spring, the way it sears your skin and soothes your aching soul. Your fingertips trace the contours of his face in an attempt to etch this moment into your long-term memory. His eyelids flutter and his lips part. A smile creeps across your face.

He drops his hands to the tops of your thighs, caressing them as he grins up at you, “What’re you smiling about?”

“You’re really goddamn beautiful, too, Dee,” you coo, eyes flicking down to his lips for a moment before meeting his gaze again. Desire saturates his features, heating the air between you, reeling you both in until your foreheads press together.

When you capture his lips in yours, he groans into the kiss. He rolls his hips, sliding his slick, twitching cock over your clit. You reach down and guide him to your entrance. His mouth gapes open, breath hitching as you sink down onto him. Gravity lowers you down, the electric stretch of him pulling a whimper from your throat.

“Holy fucking shit,” he chokes out. His digits dig into your thighs. All ten pressure points radiate a sinful ache. You moan against his lips and start rutting up and down the length of him. And, fuck, every single nerve ending he rubs along floods you with a high-frequency pleasure that makes your ears buzz.

He hums, trailing hot, wet kisses from your mouth, to your jaw, to your neck. His lips vacuum seal against your pulse and he sucks the skin between his teeth. A shudder echoes down the middle and you run your fingers through his hair, cooing, “That’s so good, baby, yes- yes, fuck, Dee I fucking love it.”

With a wet pop, his mouth departs your neck and he rumbles, “Wanna leave my mark on you-“ his teeth bite down on the round of your shoulder. The sharp sting intertwines with the sheer ecstasy of him filling your cunt over and over again, and you let out a choked sob.

“Want everyone to know you’re fucking mine,” he growls, gripping your thighs even tighter. His greedy confession vibrates between the layers of your skin, “Aren’t you, Lua?”

You whimper and nod, swallowing hard, eyes fluttering shut as he starts to fuck up into you. His cock drags back and forth over something so fucking delicious, it overrides your brain, and all you can think is more of that, more, more. Your fucking heart races and you break out in a sweat.

“Tell me, baby,” his hands slide to your hips, where he tightens his grasp, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Dee,” you mewl, “All fucking yours- oh my fucking god-”

“I’m yours, too, you know that?” he pants, “You know how much I fucking care about you?”

“Yes-” the word come out in a choked sob, and you whimper, “Fuck, that is so good, don’t fucking stop, baby.”

You fold over and press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss. Your hands roam to the sides of his face, thumbs grazing the patchy facial hair on his cheeks as you rest your sweaty forehead on his and take his cock.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect, Lua” he husks, voice bouncing with each thrust, “Like fucking heroin, I swear to fucking god-”

“God I fucking love it when you talk dirty to me,” you growl, then nuzzle against his neck, catching his salty skin between your teeth and sucking on it.

He moans and bucks his hips up into you. A muffled cry sounds from your throat as the shock wave of impact compounds on the already mounting pleasure and he starts panting, “Yeah? You fucking love that, baby? You like when I cram my fat cock in that sweet pussy then tell you how good it fucking feels? Hmm?”

Your wrecked sob is buried against his neck, the edges of your mind peeling up as the ecstasy at your center starts to throb and grow. You release his neck and hover above his mouth as you moan through gritted teeth, “Yes, I fucking love it, don’t stop-”

“I wouldn’t fucking dare. Won’t stop 'til I feel that tight cunt squeeze the ever loving fuck out of me-“

A gasp expands your lungs as a wave of pleasure starts to swell, “Oh- oh, holy shit- ”

“Yes- oh my god- that’s it, baby- there we go,“ Dieter purrs, driving into you at a maddening pace, “Fuck yes, that’s it.”

Ecstasy crashes down on you, and your whole body quivers under its impact, pulling a strangled noise from your throat. He moans and his hands fly to your face to pull you in for a needy kiss, snapping his hips against yours, gasping against your mouth as he finds his release.

Your bodies slow their writhing and go slack. All those tingling muscles relax. You rest your head on his chest and melt into a puddle on top of him, eyes drifting closed as a satisfied smile creeps across your face. Dieter hums and lays one hand on the small of your back while the other pets your hair.

In the noise’s inflection, you can hear him smiling, too.

The thud of his heartbeat against your cheek, the warmth of his skin flush on yours, the motion of his palm rubbing into the base of your spine, it leaves you weightless and euphoric.

Your bones buzz with this sensation that you can’t quite put your finger on.

Like when you were a kid biking around the deserted streets of your hometown on a summer night. Wind blowing through your hair, cooling your sticky, sweat-drenched skin. Laughing as you and your friends took turns trying to navigate your bikes without touching the handlebars. When time was meaningless because all that existed was the moment you were living.

It’s on the tip of your tongue, fluttering in your chest in an attempt to make itself known.

Dieter’s lips press against your forehead and he mumbles, “I could stay here forever.”

It hits you then. That feeling like sunshine and freedom and living.

Happiness.

Dieter is hunched over his sketchbook, eyes flicking up to the closed door that always seems to steep his soul in ice. The yellow, chewed-up pencil pinched between his fingers seems to move on instinct, skipping over his consciousness completely as the graphite tip glides across the buttery paper.

You’re only a few paces behind him, handing off a box of cannabis-laced apple cider donuts to a client, but the melodic tune of your chit chat seems miles away.

A dark wall. An antique mirror. A pallid, silver-haired man inside the mirror, staring at him with vacant eyes.

The door to your apartment shuts. A metallic thunk from the deadbolt jolts him out of his trance. As he studies the illustration made in his fugue state, his spine stiffens. He chucks the pencil across the counter and pushes the stool out behind him to stand.

Of course, he recognizes Ethan.

Not just from the flashes of his face that grip Dieter’s heart like a hawk’s talons, but from that hazy period between winning an Oscar and COVID-19 lockdown.

The tall, angular man who arrived at a rooftop party in Greenwich Village with armfuls of edibles that blew Dieter’s mind. Ethan was only there for a short time, but strangely enough, meeting him is one of the only remaining memories Dieter has from that night.

He approached Dieter, who was shoveling a pot brownie in his face over a garbage can, with a disarming smile as he pointed to the dessert, “Good, right?”

Dieter hummed and nodded, trying to quickly chew a mouthful in order to respond.

“No worries, man, sorry for sneaking up on ya while you’re eating,” he chuckled and waved one hand in a dismissive gesture, then pinched a joint between his full lips. The orange flame of the lighter illuminated his face as he lit it.

By this time, Dieter was able to swallow the brownie and clear his throat, wiping his chocolate-tinged fingertips on his dress pants before extending his hand, “Dieter Bravo.”

“Ethan,” he gave Dieter’s hand a firm shake, then held the joint out to him in offering.

Dieter accepted it, taking a few puffs as Ethan gave a sharp nod towards the party’s epicenter, all lit up and crowded, “Having fun?”

His eyes scanned the party, noting how nobody seemed to be dancing, and how everyone kept looking at their phones, as if waiting for another Saturday night party option. He shrugged and passed the joint back, “Something to do.”

“Fuck, dude, that bad?” Ethan laughed, the low notes coming out short little bursts from his belly. He took a puff off the joint and passed it to Dieter, “You’re an actor, right?”

“Yeah,” Dieter responded as he pinched the joint between his lips and inhaled.

“I like your shit, man,” Ethan grinned and took the joint back.

“Thanks,” he smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, then gestured to the display of edibles, “I like your shit, too. How is it… fudgy and crispy?”

“Fuckin’ a, right? My girl bakes everything, she’s a fuckin’ genius at that shit,” Ethan shook his head and grinned.

“Amazing,” Dieter nodded.

“So tell me-“ Ethan stopped to inhale, giving Dieter a moment to brace for whatever question the man was loading. On the exhale, he asked, “What’s your favorite shape?”

Dieter’s head jerked back and he laughed, “Favorite shape?”

“Weren’t expecting that one, were ya?” a shit-eating grin spread across Ethan’s face and he passed the joint.

“Well, no,” Dieter stammered and took a hit, then scratched his chin and shrugged, “but obviously it’s a triangle.”

“ Obviously , he says,” Ethan laughed and slapped his own knee, “That’s good shit. Triangles are fucking cool.”

“They are fucking cool, aren’t they?” Dieter chuckled and passed the joint.

Ethan took one more hit, then dropped it on the cement paver of the rooftop patio and smashed it with the toe of his shoe, “Listen man, I gotta dip, but if you ever wanna order anything, text me or gimme a call. I can deliver to most places within city limits.”

He held out a white business card that was completely blank except for a ten digit phone number handwritten in black ink. Dieter took it from him and nodded, “Right on.”

“Nice talkin’ to ya,” he gave a quick wave and turned to go.

“Wait-“ Dieter called out, then when Ethan turned around, he asked, “What’s your favorite shape?”

“Circle, hands down,” he answered.

Dieter met with Ethan every once in a while after this to buy edibles. He admired how easy-going the man was, and of course, the quality of the product. He never put much thought into the encounters, because at the time, they were just drug deals.

But now, as Dieter finds his infatuation with you growing wider as each second passes, he has been trying to remember more about your late husband. Any kind of clue to explain how the Ethan he met on that rooftop ended up trying to end both your lives.

There’s something lingering at the edge of his memory, fuzzy and out-of-focus. It weaves its way between the tendons in his neck and pulls them tight.

“Are you ok?” you come up from behind him and hesitantly rest your hand on his bicep.

When he glances over at you, you’re searching his face, eyes gleaming with concern. His shoulders slacken and he shakes his head, confessing, “I don’t know what the fuck just happened to me.”

“What do you mean?” you frown.

Dieter’s eyes dart between your face and the page. His throat feels tight when he swallows, then clears his throat, “I don’t know how to explain it. I was drawing, but I was totally fucking zoned out, and-”

Your gaze falls to his open sketchbook. You drop your hand loose to your side and take a step towards it. He sees your whole body go rigid as you study it.

“Did… did you go in that room?” you question, spinning around to face him. His stomach twists in a knot when he recognizes the fear in your eyes.

He stammers, “N-no, I wouldn’t…”

Your body relaxes as you process this information, brow furrowing as you sigh, “No, I know you wouldn’t.”

His nerve endings feel raw and exposed, skin crawling as the silence creeps into his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Is that what it looks like?” Dieter gestures to his sketchbook, then runs a hand through his hair.

You nod and fiddle with the drawstring of his pajama pants that you’re still wearing.

“I swear, Lua, I don’t know what happened, it was fucking weird,” he runs a hand down his face and shakes his head, “I- I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

“No, I know,” you step towards him, hooking your hands at the back of his neck, “I’m sorry.”

Dieter wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, eyes flicking to the doorway he despises, then back to your face, “No need to apologize, doll.”

Your eyebrows press together, gaze unblinking. One of your thumbs starts oscillating against the skin at the nape of his neck. The comfort of your embrace seeps into his bloodstream, sedating his adrenaline-fueled heart. His eyes blink shut and he takes a deep breath as his muscles start to slacken.

“Do… Do you need to leave?” you ask him quietly.

His eyes snap open and meet yours, brow furrowing as he frowns, “I’m not leaving you.”

A smile stretches across your lips and your face gets all flushed, then you stammer “I- I just mean- um, I don’t want you to feel like you have to be here-“

“Mmm, no, see,” Dieter smirks and brushes his thumb against your cheek, “We have plans for a shitty movie marathon and I fully intend on keeping that date.”

“Ok, but-”

“I think your boy just needs to mind his goddamn manners,” Dieter raises an eyebrow and nods towards the spare bedroom.

You tilt your head and frown thoughtfully, “Have you asked him to leave you alone?”

“Does- does that work?”

“I dunno, maybe? Maybe he doesn’t, like,” you scrunch your nose up and shrug, “Know ghost etiquette?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “Ghost etiquette?”

“I don’t fucking know!” you start laughing from your belly, head falling back towards the ceiling as the melody fills his heart to the brim. He just fucking beams at you as you bring your gaze back to his and smile, “I don’t know, I’m just…” your smile starts to fade and your eyes drop to the floor, “I’m sorry he’s fucking with you.”

He presses his forehead against yours and mumbles, “I’m fine, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

When the term of endearment rolls from his lips, it doesn’t taste like it has hundreds of times before. It’s gooey and saccharine, melting across his tongue like those chocolates that come in shiny red heart-shaped boxes.

You hum, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him in for a kiss. Your lips are soft and warm, moving leisurely against his. And, fuck, this makes it all worth it. The nights he spent wide awake, aching with want, tortured by the thought of someone else touching you. Flying across the country to track you down and argue with you in the street. Even dealing with the intrusions from your dead husband.

When you pull back to meet his eyes, your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs grazing against his facial hair, “That was my last customer. Do you wanna run some errands with me?”

“Would you rather be abducted by aliens or stranded at sea?” Dieter asks. Your head is cradled by his belly, body stretched out across the grass, perpendicular to his.

You’re holding a blood red leaf above your head with one hand while the other is clasped warm against his. The sun hovers in the cloudless sky off to the west, heating him to comfort despite the crisp air on his face and the cool earth beneath his back. There’s a pile of plastic bags next to him, the results of this afternoon’s supply run. The two of you couldn’t resist stopping at the park across from your apartment to bask in the sun before starting on dinner.

“Abducted, hands down,” you answer, closing one eye as you move the leaf close to your face, then further away, “You?”

“Beam me up, baby.”

“Would you rather be trapped in a room with one million tarantulas for ten minutes or be forced to eat ten tarantulas in ten minutes?”

“Are they alive or dead?”

“Alive, obviously,” you drop your extended arm to your side and look over at him.

“Fuck that,” he groans, “Do I have to?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk, “Them’s the rules.”

“Shit, I guess… I guess trap me in the room and hope one of them puts me out of my misery quickly,” he responds, stomach churning at the thought of eight million furry legs crawling around him.

“That’s a good point,” you frown, then look back up at the sky, “Same.”

“Would you rather never have kids, or have triplets that have to be in the same room as you until they turn 18?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, his stomach flips with regret. Just one second too late, he remembers you telling him that you’re infertile. His body tenses as he tries to figure out how to shove his foot in his mouth at this angle.

You release a heavy sigh, then shake your head, “I, um…”

“I’m- fuck, I’m sorry,” he cranes his neck to look at you, “I’m an ass, I completely-”

“No, it’s ok,” you reassure him, although your somber tone implies that it is not , in fact, ok. With a shrug, you answer, “I’ve always wanted kids. Gimme the Velcro babies.”

The muscles in his throat tighten as he contemplates what to say next, smoothing a circle against the back of your hand with his thumb.

Dieter considers answering his “would you rather” question, but it morphs into “would you rather Lua think you don’t want kids when she does, or think you want kids when she can’t bear them?”

It’s more impossible than the tarantula question.

He also considers asking why you can’t have children. Not that the answer would affect his feelings for you. It’s just something that, like every other part of you, sits at the back of his brain, piquing his curiosity. He has this burning desire to unfold you and lay you flat, to hear all your stories ad nauseam, to memorize every single line of your verbal autobiography. He wants to know you better than he knows himself.

Instead of letting either of these things leave his mouth, or worse yet, changing the subject, Dieter waits. He stays quiet, but present, thumb grazing against your hand to reassure you that he’s there.

“I was a stepmom, though,” you say eventually, glancing up at him, “Ethan had two kids with his ex-wife.”

“Oh yeah? Do you still get to see them?”

“No,” you chuckle, “Miri didn’t really like Ethan having them, so I didn’t see them much. I think I spent more time with them when we were sitting shiva than the five years Ethan and I were together.”

Dieter hums in acknowledgment, then asks, “Why didn’t she like him having them?”

“What, besides our very legal business dealings?” you snort. After a beat of silence, you roll on your side to face him, “That’s… not true, actually. She doesn’t know about that.”

He studies your thoughtful expression. You tuck your interlaced hands between your cheek and his belly and avert your gaze, then start picking at individual blades of grass from the earth with your free hand, “Ethan was… an addict. She put up with a lot of shit before they split. And after they split, before we were together, there was a night where he got fucked up and left the kids at his apartment. They were only 4 and 8. Miri came to get them the next afternoon and they were still there alone. He said he completely forgot about them. They were all pretty fucked up about it.”

“Holy shit,” Dieter breathes.

“I know, it’s so fucked,” you shake your head, “So yeah, I get it. I never held that against her or anything. She was just trying to protect her kids.”

You glance up at him, surveying his face as he listens intently, then return your attention to ripping blades of grass from their roots, “When we got engaged, she tried to warn me. But I didn’t listen. I thought I knew him better. I did lines with him occasionally, and he didn’t go off the deep end like that, so I thought he changed. Or like it was different because he was with me, like I cured him or something,” you scoff and roll your eyes, “So dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” Dieter frowns and squeezes your hand, “People change.”

You crinkle your nose and go silent.

A deep ache hollows out his chest. In that quiet moment, as he watches your face sag with skepticism, he vows to make a true believer out of you.

“Hey,” he mumbles.

Your eyes flick to his. Electricity trickles down his spine and capsizes his stomach.

“Thank you for sharing with me.”

A smile stretches across your face and you nuzzle against his hand, “You’re welcome, love.”

He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, then says, “And, um, thank you… for giving me another chance.”

You nod and hum in acknowledgment, but your smile falters a little as you search his face. Hurt still lingers in the background of your features. His guts twist when he recognizes it.

“Sleeping with Katie was… fuck, I regret it every goddamn day.”

“Dee, it’s ok,” you mutter, gaze dropping to the grass. You pinch a few at a time now, ripping them away, their corpses growing into a small, green haystack.

“ No , it’s not,” he asserts, and your eyes flit to his again as he spouts off, “You know why? Because I knew how I felt about you, and I did it anyway. And then I fucking-”

“Dieter-” you sit up and fold your legs under your body, releasing his hand to place a palm on his sternum.

He follows suit, pushing off the cool earth to cross his legs and lean close to you, “No, Lua, we have to clear the air. Otherwise it’ll keep fucking lingering and eating away at us.”

You think about this for a moment, brow furrowed as you pluck a few more blades of grass. Then you look up and meet his eyes, nodding, “Ok.”

“Ok,” he grins and straightens his spine, then beckons you closer, rumbling, “C’mere, beautiful.”

You crawl into his lap, wrapping your legs around him and linking your hands behind his neck. He can smell the notes of vanilla and macadamia wafting off your skin and hair, see the conflict of this intimate kind of confrontation creasing your forehead.

His fingers grip your sides gently and he sighs, “I fucked up. I went on a fucking bender. It was embarrassing, how I acted. I’m…” he shakes his head and meets your eyes as his face slackens, “Fuck, so ashamed. And I didn’t know-”

“It’s ok, love,” you assure him, pressing your forehead to his.

“But that’s what it was with Ethan, wasn’t it? Coke?”

You nod.

He slides his hands around your waist, cradling your spine in his interlaced hands, pulling you closer as he swears, “I promise that’s the last time.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you mumble.

The impact of your statement makes him wince.

“Listen, I know you don’t believe me. And that’s fine, Lua, it really is,” he pulls back to meet your eyes again, “I mean it, though.”

You search his face, then nod, “Ok.”

The two of you stay here like this, gaze locked, steeped in the heat of vulnerability. Dieter relishes the way this invisible tether between your soul and his seems to thicken and pull taut. Adoration swells his heart until his chest aches at the excess luggage.

“I, um…” you swallow hard, take a deep breath, then tell him quietly, “I’m sorry for icing you out.”

He hums in acknowledgment, pulling you closer until your bellies are pressed together.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck and sigh against his skin, “I felt so… I don’t know, rejected? Like… embarrassed that I felt something when you didn’t.”

Dieter rests his cheek on your head and his eyelids flutter closed as he listens to you.

“It fucking hurt. And that scared the shit out of me,” you confess, your voice shaky and damp, “I didn’t think…” you sniffle and wriggle your face against the collar of his jacket, “I didn’t think I would feel like this again. Especially so soon.”

His arms squeeze around you, hugging you as he admits, “I didn’t think I would either.”

In the distance, he hears geese honking in their flock, flying south for the winter. A brisk gust of air rustles the plastic bags laying on the ground a few feet away. They’re filled with apples, snacks for tonight, dry ingredients that needed restocking, and deli sandwiches. His stomach rumbles and a chill raises goosebumps across his skin.

As if you can read his mind, you mumble, “I’m fucking freezing. Let’s go make some soup.”

[ Next Chapter ]

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silly-sirenz · 2 months

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I saw my friend do this so I was wondering if I could get matched with a Hazbin Hotel character too 🥺

• My pronouns are she/her

• I am straight

• I’d say I can be sort of shy with groups of people, but once I’m in a one-on-one conversation with someone I am fun and energetic. I always try to make people laugh, and I always have a lot going on in my mind, so I tend to talk a lot. I also get very anxious, so I tend to overthink things a lot and I often ask for reassurance that I’m not being annoying and stuff. I am also protective of the people I care about. Overall I just love to have a fun time and make people happy 👍

• I. LOVE. MUSIC!! As in I am constantly singing all the time. There’s a song stuck in my head? I am belting it out loud when I’m by myself. In public I will just hum it though. I also play the violin 🎻. I am also a HUGE anime nerd, it’s like the only thing I watch. I am a purple belt in judo (a martial art, like Ju Jitsu). I love reading as well, I have so many books it’s basically a collection at this point.

• I am a Virgo

• I love puns hehe

Thank you so much!!!! 🩷🩵

Thank you for asking . I might have got a bit carried away with this one, but i hope you enjoy 🖤

I would match you up with...

🐤LUCIFER🐤

● The Hotel can get quite overwhelming at times. So often, you will spend your evenings playing violin by the balcony.

● It's a way for you to de-stress from the crowds of loud personalities downstairs, and you find it rather relaxing until one night where you catch a snake moving towards you from out of the corner of you eye.

"Not bad, kid."

● You shriek and jump back, causing him to chuckle.

● Lucifer didn't realise that there was another violinist in the hotel, and he asks to listen to you play some more.

●Nervously, you oblige. Not wanting to mess up in front of the King of Hell.

●However, as he listens, you notice a relaxed smile upon his face. He seems to be enjoying it, even though in your opinion you're far from perfect.

●He sees that you're still overthinking and proposes an idea.

"It's been too long since I've had a violin playing companion. Why don't you come over to the Palace every now and then? I'd love to tutor you."

● And so over the next few weeks, you play together and occasionally sing as well in the Palace library. It's huge and quiet and has all the music you could possibly need. He even lets you borrow books and sheet music between visits.

● It's nice spending one on one time with Lucifer. You can really discuss your shared passions with a lot of excitement, and he has no problem matching your enthusiastic energy.

●And sometimes (as long as you don't have any other plans, obviously), he lets you stay around longer to share some tea and freshly made royal pastries.

● The formalities drop between you, and you become close friends, who giggle at inside jokes and stolen glances.

● A few months later, he is helping you learn a very complex Paganini piece. However, the more you practice, the harder it seems to become.

● You groan with frustration.

● He asks you to put down your instrument and then takes a hold of your hands.

"I think I know what the problem is."

"Oh?"

You find yourself subconsciously stepping closer as his thumbs stroke over your knuckles.

"There's too much..." he tries to find the right word, "tension."

With uncharacteristic timidity, you look up, meeting his unwavering gaze.

"Is there anything we can do?" You ask, in a hushed tone, feeling a new sensation of the temperature rising.

Inching closer, he suggests, "Perhaps..."

● He jumps back when he is interrupted by a servant bursting into the room. There's an urgent meeting he has to attend.

● He sighs, almost turning back to say something to you. But he decides against it, storming off and leaving you in stunned silence.

● You lie on your bed back in the Hotel that night, replaying the events of the afternoon in your head, overthinking into oblivion. Perhaps it was guilt? Perhaps excitement? Maybe you had made the whole thing up.

●You jump when there's a knock at your window. Lucifer has turned himself into a bird and he taps once more on the glass with his beak.

●He reverts into his more familiar humanoid form once inside and after a moment of silence he begins to apologise for his behaviour that afternoon. The lack of boundaries, the rudeness of his departure.

●You are glad to accept his apology and forgive everything until he says,

"I don't think you should come back to the Palace anymore. It's nothing against you, I promise. I'm just too... tempted. And I dont know how you feel, but it wouldn't be right to jeopardise our friendship like that. I hope you understand -"

● Something hits you then. You stride over to him and take his uncertain face in you hands. You kiss him passionately, waiting for him to pull you closer before moving back, whispering against his lips.

"Next time you're not sure," you breathe, "just ask."

"Okay." He smiles before dipping you down, causing you to gasp.

"Now my love, let's try this again..."

● He is ever the gentleman in your relationship. Always polite, suave and loving.

●He's your biggest cheerleader, supporting your interests, admiring your physical strength and mental resilience.

●He often creates trinkets for you. Sometimes jewellery, sometimes little ornamental pairs of ducks...

●He's even written a song for you to boost you up on those days when you're not feeling your best and you need reassurance.

● Your senses of humour only grow as the relationship does, and you often leave little notes with puns on for each other to find.

●Eventually, when Charlie finds one of these notes, she is overjoyed. It's been a while since she's seen her dad so happy, and now that she finally knows why, she is eager to welcome you into her family dynamic with open arms.

#hazbin hotel #matchups #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin #hazbin hotel matchup

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notthestarwar · 4 months

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for the WIP game, can you tell me more about ‘Fox gets a job- quin/ Fox’ 👀👀

thank you for asking!

OK so i know i've talked about this on here before but i love this au so i'm gonna repeat myself a bit probably.

so its set post war, no order 66. The idea is that the war opened everyones eyes to cloning, in a very bad way. loads of half bit criminals are like. free labour? people we can raise to do whatever we want? why don't we give it a try. theres a background of a lot of shitty gangs going about trying out cloning in a way that would horrify the kaminoans really. this is not good science, this is comic book-esque backstreet cloning in order to take advantage of people.

they are largely not successful. the problem isnt that there are loads of gang owned clones around. the problem is that they keep trying even tho they dont know shit about cloning and so vulnerable ppl are getting kidnapped off the streets for gennetic material and in a baby farm type way to grow clones in. its bad.

enter fox. he's drifting after the war. he doesnt really know what too do with his life. he is looking for a job and he says he wants a job but everytime he gets an interview he's overly honest and tells them things like 'yeah i killed my last boss' (palpatine) and 'my greatest flaw? i'm too competent. it makes my bosses feel inferior' and so understandably nobody will give him a job

he doesnt actually need a job. quin is paying all his bills cause theyre in a weird not relationship and wont admit they care about eachother. fox is deadly embarrased about whatever quin funding him and spending all his days off in fox's apartment might signify and so it is a MASSIVE SECRET that must be kept from fox's brothers.

so fox at this point in his life, stumbles on to one of these cloning ops and ends up helping someone. and it becomes kind of addictive. he wont admit it but helping these people, who are being hurt by cloning, settles something in him. maybe it settles the thing in him that he wont admit is so hurt by the cards he and his brothers have been dealt, by what was done to them.

so fox sets up as a private investigator. but because he's a weirdo who runs from intimacy he kind of. doesnt tell anyone (he cant. this is important to him) but of course, his brothers find out anyway and they also find out that he's running the worst business ever because he's not taking money from his clients. because he doesnt feel right doing it.

now where this is building to (and this is the part that i kinda got stuck on) is he stumbles on to a BIG criminall gang cloning conspiracy. one where they are actually succeeding in cloning people. he ends up investigating this one with Boba! which pretty much happens cause at the start before he knows how big this is, he walks in to this lab, and who has also broken in to the lab and is investigating the same conspiracy? BOBA. and its just like. fox and boba stood on either side of this illegal lab like. spiderman meme pointing. looking out of the window of a car as they drive past each other. that vibe.

and the rest of the story is boba and fox on this unwilling team up. neither of them wanting to admit to feelings but having to kind of both admit. yeah. bad things happened to us and i dont like the idea of anyone else being out there with similar stuff happening to them. they also unwillingly get close. then theres the side plot of fox having to admit his feelings when it comes too quin and admit that theyre kinda living like theyre in a committed relationship without the words. and then the other thing thats going on in the background is cody and obi wan, who are living together, in a happy relationship apart from the fact that they never have an empty house becuase one of them is aways inviting some wayward sibling or other to stay with them. cody and obi wan respectively have no shortage of family so its just constant and both of them act like theyre annoyed each time the others do it, but really, its why they love each other and theyre both so big brother coded and yeah.

so i know i've alread shared some bits of this here and here (and possibly theres a third one floating around here as welll? cant find it)

so here are some other snippets from other parts of the au:

and from a bit later on, a quin/fox bit

later on, fox being uncharactaristially honest (it's easier when the person doesnt matter to him)

and finally, fox's thoughts on the cloning problem

and i've shared loads sorry so i'll stop now, but yeah. this is an idea i am very excited about and i am very frustrated that i havent been able to form a conspiracy that fits right for him and boba to investigate

#ask game #wip ask game #snippet #notthereply #fox gets a job #text in alt

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myreia · 2 months

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AHh FUN ASKS

17 and 31 and bonus question: please tell me how she met Filo

Thank you, Viking! 🖤✨

17. Who is their favorite Alliance leader? Who do they get along with the best out of them?

I think I've answered this one before last time I did this, but it's Hien. She respects all of them, but she has a lot of affection for Raubahn since he was her superior for a while when she was with the Immortal Flames and he was a bit of a mentor figure. Their duel at the Grand Melee was a commemoration and a send-off of sorts--she had already left, but now it was permanent. She acted as Nanamo's protector for a while during her early days in Ul'dah; she has a hard time seeing her as the Sultana because she's almost like a little sister (Aureia being so traumatized by her own family that she sees familial relationships in literally anyone who is nice to her; she's starved for that kind of connection).

Aymeric, of course, she has a close relationship with, but she needs to keep their history removed when she's engaging with him on Alliance terms. She trusts his judgement and his insights and his politics, however she does know how reckless he can be and sometimes there are things he misses because he's too focused on the end goal. She can be a little critical of him after they're broken up because her history with him overshadows everything, but she tries to keep that at bay.

For Merlwyb, she's a little intimidated by her, but she keeps that private. Ultimately, she's not familiar enough with the delicate balance in Limsa Lominsa to really see her as a political figure. She sees her (and trusts her) more as a military commander than a politician.

For Kan-E-Senna, she kind of dismissed her for a while since Gridania made her head hurt. She doesn't understand the nation, the Elementals, or the Padjal for a very long time. Kan-E-Senna was a mysterious figure to her for a very long time; their relationship changes a bit in Endwalker after the tank role quests, but they're not close.

But Hien--Aureia gravitated towards Hien immediately. He's young and untested, but he's determined and he's intelligent, and out of all the Alliance leaders, he feels the most balanced to her. He understands (or is learning very rapidly) how to be a leader during both war and peace. He's a very good friend, so she's perhaps a little biased in that regard, but he's the one she thinks has the clearest mind. She can also relax around him; they can be colleagues and friends, he knows more of her personal life than the other Alliance leaders (well… except Aymeric, but there comes a point where she stops telling him things).

31. What were their first impressions of Hien?

"Dear gods, you have seen some shit, haven't you."

Her first impression was that he's trying his best to keep it together, and he's succeeding at it. Despite everything he's been through, the kindness hasn't been burnt out of him. She's a bit envious of him in that way, he's a better person than she can ever be. He strikes her as very grounded, very determined, doing the best with a shit situation. She was very lonely in the East (she had a linkpearl direct to Aymeric, but being separated from him for so long was very hard on her), and because she was a bit distanced from both Lyse and Alisaie at the time, Hien was immediately friend-shaped to her.

That being said--she was panicking a lot on the inside. Her Garlean special ops unit was sent to Doma several times in the past and there was a part of her going "shit shit shit I'm sorry for fucking up your country shit shit shit" that she was keeping on the downlow.

Bonus: Please tell me how she met Filo.

Filo's a reject chocobo from the Ishgardian stables. Her original Grand Company chocobo got left behind after the bloody banquet and she never managed to retrieve her. The chocobo Haurchefant gifted her when she first arrived in Ishgard died in a freak dragon attack in the Dravanian Forelands and she was without a mount for a while.

Filo's like that horse in a horse girl movie who can't be tamed by anyone except the protagonist. Wild, uncouth, a little feral. He's undersized and can't support the weight of an adult Elezen in full armour, so he had very few riders before he was retired. Everyone says he can't be tamed but she says "he's mine now, fuck you"--she always feels a bit of a pull towards the rejected and the overlooked. He calms down around her, she's the only person he will let ride her, and he's fiercely protective of her. He holds a mean grudge and if someone makes her upset or angry or puts her through emotional turmoil, he will remember and he will bite them.

(Filo still hates Thancred for what he put her through in Heavensward. Probably always will. He tolerates him now, but there are days when the poor guy is like "ah yes, me, my wife and my wife's angry chocobo who would absolutely murder me if she didn't tell him not to.")

Best compliment I have ever received about Filo was recently when we were hanging out outside the Crystarium and a friend asked, "Aureia, why does your chocobo look like he wants to murder me?"

That is exactly the mood. 😌

[wol questions]

#ffxiv #aureia malathar #oc tag #answered

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tessabennet · 11 months

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So. *wiggles eyebrows* You're saying if I ask real nice, you'll give me ALL the spoilers? I'm SO VERY tempted right now to ask a million questions and have you spoil the shit out of your own fic. 👀

But where's the fun in that? So much of the excitement of reading the series is in finding out how you're going to deal with certain events/characters/canon fuck-ups and how you're ultimately going to turn this ship around.

So, I will refrain (so generous of me, I know!). Still, if you feel so inclined, can I ask 25 & 35 for the ask game?

Also, since I'm writing this in a sort of vegetative state from my sickbed (yes, please pity me, thank you!), can I ask for a line/snippet from one of the future parts, pretty please?

Thank you!🥰

Noo, J, sorry to hear you're sick. Hope it's nothing too serious 😧

Your restraint is greatly appreciated btw, I know how hard it must be 😜😁 So, here we go with the asks:

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Bucky's favourite drink is a Mamie Taylor. He never much got to drink it, because the places they usually went to before the war didn't really do cocktails (more like beer and hard liquor, you know?) He rediscovered it in the 21st century, by which point it had also become Steve's favourite - because, well, nowadays the drink is called a Buck.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Write what you know is the obvious answer. Like... no? Sir, this is comic book logic. I'm no brain surgeon or neurologist, I'm going on pretentious name dropping and wikipedia alone. I've only been to a tiny fraction of all the places I name in the series; I only know Brooklyn by google maps street view. I never once ran an international intelligence agency or worked as a black ops agent. How the fuck would I ever write anything if it was just me and my life experience??

The other thing I've seen as ""advice"" before is to not use semicolons. Which, fuck that. You can pry those from my cold dead hands because I need them and we're bound for live, it's a love story, etc etc.

As for the snippet you asked for, of course you'll get one! A long one even, right under the cut. It's from the latest chapter I wrote, only just this morning.

I really hope you'll feel better very soon!! Gute Besserung ❤️‍🩹

Because Steve moved back to the Heights. Once he'd found the place, he knew there wouldn't be another choice. He's just a few streets away from the place where, before the war, he was the happiest. Just a few block away from his and Bucky's old place.

A few years ago he probably wouldn't have been willing to pay for his new place. Able, maybe, but too stubborn to give in to the insane prices that a place in Brooklyn will cost in this century.

Except the prices have gone way down since the Snap. Fewer people in the world means fewer people with the kind of money that can afford a condo like this. In fact, the apartment Steve got here is probably way below the kind of place he could afford. He started realising way back when he first moved to DC that there's a whole new world of apartments that he could afford, way more luxurious than this one. He never cared for that shit, and he's not starting now.

This condo's more than enough, really. It's a quiet street, relatively speaking. It's only a short way to work. He's close to Cadman Plaza, which opened in 1939, when he and Bucky were still living in Montague Street. It feels familiar. Steve sometimes goes by the War memorial on his way home. Somehow, that feels way more sincere than the showy statue of Captain America in Prospect Park. After all, Captain America never lived in Brooklyn; he never set foot in it, not really. In Brooklyn, Steve's ever only been some guy. A mouthy one, yes, but nothing special.

Bucky would disagree on this. But that's not the point.

#writing #fanfic #marvel

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//based on a dream but 99% is not, it was really only the premise. the one dream I have ever had about these two and of course it had to be something like this. Didn't really feel like making a full fledged story though, so here you go.

@accioturtur

"I've got eyes on 'em."

"Good. Keep them there. We've secured the perimeter."

"This is gonna be a long night bros. Get comfy."

Several long, silent minutes went by.

"I Renamed my iPod The Titanic, so when I plug it in, it says 'The Titanic is syncing.'"

"Mikey…this is serious."

"You're too serious bro. This is a cakewalk."

"Waste of our time is what it is."

"Raph, I've told you we have a vested interest in making this meeting go smooth. We need what's in that vault and this is our only chance to get close to it with the person who has access. We have to take advantage of the chaos."

"I don't care either way I'm just bored. You guys know we're not the only ones sneaking around here right?"

"We know Mikey. A lot of people have a lot of interest in this one way or the other."

"Did the CIA ask you to chime in on this Leo? FBI? Why are these other people here?"

"Ha ha. Common sense Raph."

"Leo's right guys. It's really important that this goes well."

"Suuuuure Donnie. If you say so."

"I count at least 4 other groups here watching. Two are solo. There is a reaaaaaally cute lady over on the west side. And she's aloooone."

"Focus Mikey."

"10-4 bro. Fun mode off."

Hours later Mikey shook his head violently back and forth in an effort to stay awake. He glanced at all the others, all holding their positions, bored out of his mind. The woman that had caught his attention earlier hadn't moved an inch. Her committment was impressive. In his head he imagined she was a highly trained government black ops official. Maybe she was hired by another government to make sure the meeting went smooth. Or maybe didn't. After hours of watching he'd invented an entire back stories for all the other covert operants. It wasn't until there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere that he narrowed his attention to his actual task.

"Something's happening"

"I don't see anything here. What is it?"

"I'm going to get closer."

"Roger that Mike. Let us know."

Mikey checked their counterparts, but none seemed to be on the alert to what he had heard. Perhaps he was being overly cautious or maybe he'd just heard an animal, but he didn't think so. He silently slipped closer to the main meeting area, where all the officials were still convened even though it was well past midnight. He peeked into a window that he had no business peeking into given the level of security, and saw the problem.

"Guys, we've got a breech. We've got a breech right now. Someone must have infiltrated the inside and is actively taking them all hostages. We have a red alert guys!"

He peeked in again. It appeared to be a very subtle operation. They weren't being violent or even threatening to the members beyond waving a gun at them. To be expected, he supposed, since the people in the room had a lot of leverage for their countries. They were very valuable commodities, and everyone knew it and probably expected it.

"No immediate danger guys. This is a long game play."

"On our way."

Mikey checked their counter-parts again. The woman seemed to have caught wind of the action. The others, not so much. Judging by her reactions though, she was likely in a simlar position to them - looking to keep things on track rather than interfere.

"I'm going in. We need someone on the inside."

"Be careful Mike."

"When has this charming personality not been able to win anyone over, even an terrorist? Come on, I know what people want to hear."

"Be careful."

**********************

"Hey there!"

He immediately found the barre of a gun pointed at his nose. He'd easily snuck in, and right up the guy. He wasn't talkative though, so Mikey did it for him.

"I can imagine you have quite the grand scheme planned here. You're not the only one but I'm sure you know that. Or maybe all of them" he waved his finger around "are part of your little operation. I don't really care to be honest."

The man, clearly caught off guard enough by what he was to not immediately pull the trigger, just stared at him so he continued.

"So, I think we can help."

"We don't need any help, who the fuck are you?"

"Doesn't matter nearly as much as what I am. I'm not interested in any of this. Don't care about money, any of these guys, except one that we need just for a quick conversation. This was an opportunity for us to get what we want and I think that makes it important to us that you succeed, to keep us as much under the radar as possible."

"I have no idea who or what you are but I am not looking for help. We have planned this for over 6 months."

"Oh, good for you! We just got wind of this thing a couple of weeks ago."

The man cocked his gun, still pointed at his face.

"That is a very small gun for all this isn't it? Your people must be massively armed outside this room. You know, I know you want to pull the trigger to get rid of me, so go ahead and try."

"What, are you bullet proof?" His voice betrayed his unease.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Never know until you . . ."

It was only a split second, but Mikey eaily caught the slight tension in his finger and smoothly grabbed his arms to disarm him, flipped the gun around and holding it to his forehead.

"We are way better at this than any of you. We could easily take out your whole team and no one would even know what happened and you'd be left here high and dry. That wouldn't be very wise of you considering I doubt this little thing will work for very long."

He spin the gun on his finger and grabbed it by the barrel, handle toward the terrorist for the taking. He took it, desperately trying to quell his tremors.

"We are only interested in something else at this facility, but we need access through this room. You ignore us, and you'll get the benefit of us on the outside along with your own people, making sure no one is the wiser."

The man slowly nodded. The confrontation had been out of nowhere. His weapon had been taken and returned with an expert ease. His team on the outside hadn't intervened. There really wasn't a choice.

*************************(

We're in guys. I don't know what their plan or reason is, but they will let us move around freely to figure it out.

"How did you…?"

"I lied Leo. I made up some shit about helping them and proved we aren't to be messed with. What else is there to do?''

"Mikey, you really need to consult the rest of us before you pull stunts like that."

"10-4 fearless."

**********************?

"Hi!"

The woman flinched in surprise, but not by much. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Same as you, I think. When I saw you come in here I took the chance. I think we have a mutal interest in usurping this little unatuhorized get together."

"I'm tasked with making sure this goes smooth, and it's not. This is not a game, the most powerful people in the world are in there."

"Obviously."

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

"Truce? None of us want this little swaray to go wrong."

"I have a job to do and I don't need help."

"REAALLLYYY?"

"Really."

Mikey hummed. "Ok so the fact that I already went in there and got to know our guy, means nothing? In fact, he said the same thing. They don't need help either."

"I know. I saw."

"So Mr. Terrorist who thinks he can take all these super important wierdos hostage? He's cool with me, thinks I'm on his side. Means nothing to you?

"No, I mean…yes. But no. For all I know you're with them, even with that stunt you pulled."

Mikey thought about his approach for a moment. "So, Not even a little surprised to see a walking, talking, giant turtle? You're a tough nut to crack."

She looked over at him, taking in him in his entirety before returning to the scope in her rifle with no reaction. "I hadn't noticed."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at her, then smirked. "Wow, I dont know if should take that as a compliment or an insult. But sure. You didn't notice. Look, I've got a free ticket in and out of there which is what we need, but we can't handle this without some outside help."

"We?"

"My team. Brothers. I'm the cute one by the way, and the funny one. There are three other teams here too. One is solo like you, the other with at least two. The one with four has to be in on this but they haven't moved yet."

For the first time she lowered her weapon and properly looked at him. "You're serious."

"As much as I can be, which isn't a lot."

"What do you want?"

"There something in that building that one of them has access to in the vault. Unrelated to any of this and I guarantee you woudn't care about it. We were gonna corner him at some point, away from the crowd, but this whole situation defintely puts a damper on our plan. What about you?"

She shrugged. "I don't ask questions other than 'how much'. I'm here to make sure this" she waved her hand in frustrtaion at the building "is successful."

"Well then it seems we really do have a common goal. We could care less about anything going on here, it was just convenient for us, but we don't particularly care for this kind of nonsense either so we'd be happy to help your cause. We're kinda good at this sort of thing."

"Ok. What do you need from me?"

He handed her a radio to tuck in her ear. "I need you to contact whatever police are around here, and help us coordinate getting them here unnoticed, and to stay out of the way until we can get these guys in a position where the good guys can pretend like they did all the work. As much as I think the world is missing out, it doesn't need to know we exist. You can take all the credit for yourself."

"Why me and not one of the others?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. You stood out. I like that."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but grinned. "Ok, I'll take this risk but I don't trust you. I'm Shadow. May I know the name of my mysterious suitor?"

"Michelangelo. Mikey for short. My brothers are Leo, Raphael and Donatello."

"I assume Leo is short for Leonardo?"

Mikey returned her grin. "I knew you were smart."

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Mikey winced from the punch one of their foes landed and sat back against the wall. "Three down. You're pretty impressive. You know, for a human."

"And you're pretty cute. For a turtle."

"So, since we have a few minutes to get to know each other, who hired you?"

"Telling you would be a sure way to end up dead. Who hired you?"

"No one."

"That's suspicious as hell."

"Talk to my brothers about it. I'm just here."

"You just do what you're told?"

Mikey paused. "No. But I have no reason to question them about this particular gig. What about you?"

"Money speaks but I prefer the jobs that don't ask for assasination."

"Dark. You've got some nice moves by the way."

He caught a hint of a smile. "So do you."

"Don't I know it." He paused, listening. "Dude is suspicious, I'll be right back."

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"Everything is in place. Just a few more minutes."

"Yup. We couldn't have done this without you. I hope we get to collab again."

"I wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't mind a collab with just the two of us."

"Are you asking me out? During a terrorist kidnapping?"

"Would you say yes?"

"I might not say no."

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Shadow stood behind the four of them, surprised they hadn't kicked her out to conduct their business in private. "You did all this, for that?"

Mikey turned his attention back to her and smiled. "Surprised?"

"A little, yeah. Or a lot, actually. Who are you guys?"

"We're just a family who doen't care for crimes against humanity." Don answered, handing Leonardo a package. "Usually we keep it local but we've been known to expand our scope when the situation calls for it."

"Thank you sir." Mikey turned to an older businessman, dressed in light blue suit that was wrinkled from 24 hours held in captivity. "You did the right thing."

He nodded. "I will keep your secret, if you keep your end of the bargain."

"Oh we will. Let's move out." Raphael barked.

Mikey paused. "I'll be right there." He turned to Shadow. "I, um, you can wrap all this up if you want. We can't leave until tomorrow so we'll be around for a bit."

"I think I can handle this. Thanks for the help."

He hesitated again. "I really liked spending time with you" he said. "I want to see you again."

"I think I'd like to get to know you a bit better too."

He handed her a small scrap of paper. "Call me. We could start tonight."

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"Thanks for picking up an unknown number."

"I would talk to a 100 scammers if it meant a chance one of them were you."

"I am offering a discount on an extended car warranty, but I'll need some very personal information first."

Mikey reached for her, but stopped midway. "Sorry. My brain catches on a bit slow sometimes."

She hesitated in her response, something he expected and wasn't immediately worried about.

He reached for her again, nudging her chin to look at him. "Would it freak you out if I said I think I want to be more than friends."

She blinked a few times as she mullled it over. "That's bold of you."

"I trust my instincts, and I pay attention. You aren't exactly turned off by me."

"What else are your instincts telling you about me? You have no idea who I really am."

"They're telling me it doesn't matter because I already know what I need to. And to kiss you. Right now."

"Are they?" A humored smile slowly blossomed across her face. "Right now?"

"If you'll let me. If you want to."

She blushed a little, and he wasn't prepared for his own reaction. He had never felt anything so strongly so quicky. "You're amazing Shadow. I just want to . . . see . . ."

She raised herself onto her toes and reached behind his neck to pull him down, inches from her lips. "You can see me just fine."

"I sure as hell can."

The contact from the kiss was all but electrifying and it lasted a long time. When they finally pulled away from each other, Shadow whispered breathlessly, eyes locked on his. "This place is a hotel you know."

"Yeah, it is."

"Shall we?"

"I already have a room. I would like to formally invite you to it."

"Presumptuous."

"I know."

Once they were in the room, nerves squashed by overwhelming desire, they stood face to face in front of the bed. He leaned in to kiss her again only to feel her hands on his shirt, tugging it upward and out of his belt so she could slide her hands underneath and over his plasteron.

He let out a soft sigh and stepped back. She pulled the black sweatshirt up and he finished the job, tossing it on the floor. He chuckled when she let out 'Oh, damn.' as she surveyed the mutant before her.

"What?"

"I think you need to stay like this for now. This is a good look for you."

"Is it?" he grinned and went in for another kiss as he returned the favor by pulling down her pants. Stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, she pulled off her own shirt and went for his belt while he attached himself to her neck.

"Fuck" he whispered.

Shadow paused. "Have you, ever? Done this?"

"Been so incredibly and immediately attracted to someone that I won't need to show you where the keys are to the door? Can't say I have. The sex thing? More or less."

"What?" She grinned up at him in confusion before pulling back the waistband of his pants to peek inside to see his erection starting to buldge through his plasteron. "Oh. . . well then. Lucky me. I think that's a better look than this one." She hummed, looking back up at him, and slowly ran her fingers over his shoulders and forearms. "Barely though. You really are attractive, you know."

He pulled her against his chest. "I don't think I've ever been described that way but I think I like it. So much better than 'aaahhh a monster!'"

His light hearted comment seemed to elicit something in her. She purposefully reached up and took his head between her hands and met his eyes. "You are gorgeous. And you are kind and amazing in every way."

"Careful." His voice wavered and his expression turned into a mix of pain and joy."You're going to make me think I might actually be right about how hot and great I am."

As though she could see right into his soul, she pushed up and lighty kissed him. "You are right. And I think I've seen what I need to see too."

Mikey shuddered when her fingertips trailed back down his neck. His equally gently trail of fingertips led him up her side and over the top of her right breast, then up along her neck. She saved him the trouble of unhooking her bra and it was quickly discarded to the side. He grinned at her, then laughed at her squeak of surprise when he slid his hands under her thighs and picked her up. He lifted her high enough that he was face to face with her chest and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Not wasting any time are you?" she gasped.

He enjoyed himself for another minute before pulling away with a faint pop to rest his chin between her breasts and look up at her.

"No" he beamed up at her. "But I'm a long term kind of guy. This is just that first time baby. I want a taste of you now, hard and fast and delicious, but in a couple hours I am going to get to know you a whole lot more intimately. Slowly."

She hummed eagerly, squeezing her fingernails into his bicep. "I like the sound of that."

"We have all the time in the world, Shadow."

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I've been meaning to upload her here after some minor issues, but here she is! My One Piece OC Mirai Tatsumi(or Winter Dragon Mirai)of the Straw Hats! Yep I went on ahead and designed an OC for OP cause dang my obsessions with this series is high and this is my first anime/manga OC plus I've wanted to do a human and dragon hybrid character for who knows how long.

Reference to both her base and Hybrid forms(I updated her hybrid point to look more like an actual Zoan type human-beast hybrid transformation like what you'd see in the series); will be drawing more costumes for her in the near future.

Here is the base design for Mirai during the Super Rookies saga aka the first half of the series.

Ref to her Dragon Point form, with more information down below in her story.

Mirai Tatsumi(16 pre timeskip and 18 post timeskip)is a Devil Fruit user like Luffy, Nico Robin, Brook, and Chopper, the first friend she ever made. Her fruit allows her to transform into a dragon hybrid with enhanced strength, durability, and the power to use pyrokinesis. When not in Hybrid form, she can use her wings and fiery skills normally, and has some slight durability to her skin. She's still super strong though.

Mirai actually was born and raised in the Grand Line herself, living to a family and hanging with friends. After when she ate a Devil Fruit at the age of six, her whole life was turned upside down after when her own family and village casted her out of the village she lived in, calling her a "monster". Mirai flew from island to island, trying to fit in, but nothing worked. She was always rejected, causing her to live outside of a world that didn't want her. Scars would form on her back to show the pain and suffering she had been through.

While trying to find a new home, she would get caught in a storm and was washed up on the icy coldness of the Drum Kingdom, completely knocked out cold. Chopper would find her and bring her back to Kureah, where the doctress would tend to the child's wounds and take her in as if she were her own daughter. Chopper and Mirai would grow close as friends, eventually becoming like siblings as Chopper learned to warm up to humans more because of her. In fact, the two almost did everything together, even when it came to his experiments and when they developed his Rumble Balls. He eventually became her mentor, for he taught her everything he knew from his training with Kureah. Since both shared similar abilities due to the Devil Fruits they ate being Zoan types, he would also help her learn how to master her powers.

Mirai would live with Kureah and Chopper for her whole life, but that changed when Kureah let Mirai go spread her wings and see the world, since Mirai had a dream on making cures to illnesses, expanding her horizons, and making new friends, just like her mentor/best friend. She would tell Chopper that she would return before leaving to start her adventure. She would come across a few other Grand Line islands before arriving at Syrup Village in the East Blue. Here, she would befriend Usopp; the two got along very fast too. Eventually she would befriend Luffy, Nami, and Zoro when they arrived on the village as well as Sanji when he joined. When she revealed her secret on being a Devil Fruit wielder in front of her captain, Mirai feared that Luffy would turn their friendship down, but he ended up loving her powers and asked her to join his crew. This made Mirai so happy to the point that she accepted his offer. She had finally found a real family. A family to accept her for who she was. In fact, she's ok with being a monster whenever Luffy is around.

Mirai felt right at home with Luffy and the Straw Hats, sailing into the Grand Line with them and getting to see so many new places and faces before they arrived on Drum Island to help cure Nami's illness. Both hybrid and reindeer would be reunited after so long as well as her "mother". She would even help Chopper warm up to Luffy and the others too. Chopper would join the crew by Mirai's side at the end of the Drum Island season after getting a proper and emotional sendoff by Kureah and the residents of the island. The bond between the two would continue to grow and strengthen just like back at their home, and they would even get along well with the other crewmembers when they joined. As the doctor and doctor's assistant of the Straw Hats, both make antidotes to illnesses as well as tending to the wounds of the crew.

One of Mirai's biggest habits is becoming overprotective of Chopper even after the timeskip, yet the same can apply with Chopper too. She'll tend to pick him up like a stuffed animal and hold him for a few moments and even will hiss in people's faces. Mirai rarely does this in public, but when she does, both human and animal would get embarrassed. Even if he would get embarrassed, he would get used to it eventually, and the same applied with the other Straw Hats. This would form after the duels with the Foxy Pirates(while Chopper got temporally taken during the first game set, Mirai would get temporally taken during the second game set).

When she first gained her dragon form, which is later named Dragon Point, she had no control over it, making her a threat to her friends and Chopper, since the form originally came out due to her strong emotions and/or rage. The first time she would turn into this form would be during the Alabasta season, where her strong emotions and rage over seeing Usopp and Chopper in danger caused her to transform and "help" the two men take out the Baroque Works members during her rage. Afterwards, she attacked Usopp and Chopper(she almost killed him too)before passing out and returning to normal, since the form drains a lot of her energy. She would turn into the form a few more times, but still had no or little control over it.

It would be during the timeskip where Mirai would learn to control her Dragon Point form fully thanks to Chopper's help once again during their two years of training of getting stronger together. At the start of the New World saga, Mirai has complete control of her Dragon Point form, making it her most powerful form. The form is extremely powerful in flight and strength with the downside being that it drains most of her energy, meaning that she'll end up passing out after being in the form for a certain amount of time. Unlike Chopper though, she can still move her body after when she wakes up. He happened to develop some special Rumble Balls for her, and they allow Mirai to stay in Dragon Point form for a few minutes without loosing too much energy. Instead of passing out, she just feels a bit woozy.

Bounties: ten million(first), seventy-eight million(second), four hundred million(third).

As a plus, here's a bonus and fun little doodle I did of my OC as a reindeer!

The One Piece anime belongs to Toei Animation; Mirai Tatsumi belongs to me(GaiaKoraidon)

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threewaysdivided · 1 year

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🦈and 🦋 for the ask game?

(Fanfic Writer Ask Game)

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Back when I was writing Arc I of Deathly Weapons, I used to say Robin but, now that I've moved to writing the whole Team more, I think that wooden spoon of dubious honour has passed to Conner.

The thing that makes Conner challenging for me to work with is that he just doesn't have as much starting material as the others. We shall set aside the unrelated YJ Comics, where Kon is a very different character with a very strong and distinct personality. He's a bit of a blank, which makes perfect sense in-universe because he's very new. He only has about 6 months of lived experience by the finale and that means he hasn't had time to build up the layers of in-universe history and memories that can be mined for nuance, call-backs, behavioral tics and personality foibles yet. Which is tricky for a writer like me, since I like to lean into that nitty-gritty granularity of canonically-supported character specifics to help distinguish everyone.

Deathly Weapons also takes place at a point where Conner's still in the process of growing from an archetype into a fully-realised individual, and something that makes it extra tricky is that his starting archetype is "Strong, Silent and Broody". Where other Literally-Born-Yesterday characters might be written as childishly talkative/ curious/ naive about the world, Superboy tends to be taciturn with a dash of impatient directness. He's not antisocial but he is socially inexperienced - he often participates by silently observing unless he has questions/ observations, and he tends to withdraw into himself when processing emotions (unless he loses his temper). That's a challenge to integrate into a written medium because it could be in-character for him to go a whole group-conversation without saying or doing anything, but if I don't do something to depict him then he starts to fade out of the story.

Part of that is finding stuff for him to do, which is also tricky because of his power-set. Physically, Conner is a super-strong damage-resistant close-quarters brawler (with some secondary reconnaissance abilities thanks to his super-senses): i.e. a tank build. The problem is, super-strong tanks are well-suited for the strategic niche of threat management and demolitions, but Deathly Weapons leans hard into the more spy/investigative type of mission storytelling - conditions where open combat and large-scale destruction are undesirable. If your stealth-squad is routinely toppling buildings or drawing the kind of heavy fire that it helps to have a tank "pulling aggro" for, then something is probably going wrong. It makes it hard to find a balance because the more competent the Team is at being a black-ops unit, the more they avoid the kinds of combat scenarios that play to Conner's unique strengths. Which, again, means I have to keep a closer eye on him during field-work scenes to make sure he doesn't fade out of the story or end up saddled with endless grunt jobs just to give him something to do.

I like Superboy a lot, and I hope I've got enough planned to pay him his dues in DW, but it is a challenge to balance a character who is interesting in non-verbal ways and best suited to open combat in a written-medium stealth story where he's not the central focus. He's a gem who takes a bit more work to foil for this setting.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Wally. Wall-meister. Wall-man. Mister Meep-Meep. World's dumbest smart person and most brilliant fool. A boy who admired his uncle so much he reversed-engineered a chemical formula and blew himself up with it to get superpowers.

100% Wally is the most fun character for me to write. He has a really entertaining narrative "voice" and it's one I can find quite easily, even in early drafts (possibly because - as someone who was also a teenage STEM-idiot - I read a lot of his sixteen-year-old bullsh*t as being similar to my own tweens-to-twenties bullsh*t.)

I've called Wally my "free entertainment" character before, because whenever I need to add levity to a scene I just drop Wally in there, let his leash out a little and leave him to amuse himself. He's a lot like Sokka from ATLA: the way he talks, thinks and engages with his environment and other characters is naturally endearing and charming to me. So many of my favorite incidental lines from the published and planned Deathly Weapons chapters are just descriptions of Wally doing, saying or thinking something:

"So?" Kid Flash seemed amused by the idea, "Throw in a couple of glares and hang him off a roof as usual. Problem solved."

Wally made a disgusted noise and was promptly ignored.

“Wasn’t he tied to a table?” “Yeah, and?” the speedster gave a magnificent shrug. “He still is.”

“Nope. Guy was out of it. Besides,” Kid Flash shrugged the item on experimentally, colour eye-watering against his stealth-suit, “you know me: moves like a shadow.” The archer and the detective shared a look. “Sure thing, mister ‘ninja-boyfriend’.” He shot a wink her way. “You know it.”

Wally put on his best skeptical face.

He so didn’t want to do this. Well, okay, that wasn’t true. Part of him didn’t want to do this. Another - louder, guiltier - part very insistently did. The rest… mostly just wanted to find a hole to curl up and feel stupid in for a while.

The stupid-hole was looking better and better.

Wally, meanwhile, had returned with a long-handled spoon. He twirled it in a hand, sizing the plate up with a speculative look.

“Souveni-” “No.” “Oh come on, look at the little guy!”

The thing I like about my favourite iterations of Wally is that he's an earnestly good person. When you peel back the layers of insecurity and class-clownery and teenage nonsense he's someone who cares... and sometimes his flaws come from caring too much about the wrong things. He doesn't always come off looking the best (especially in DW's Flashpoints-Equilbrium set, where we're going to be unpacking some of his roughest character traits) but to me he's someone who genuinely wants to do right by people, even if he puts his foot in things a lot along the way.

He's also just... really funny about it.

Thanks for playing!

#fanfic writer ask game #myth blossom's ask game #young justice #Conner Kent #Superboy #Wally West #Kid Flash #'this character is one of my favourites' AND 'I'm going to write him to be SUCH an annoying b*tch right now' are ideas that can coexist #young justice: deathly weapons #YJ:DW Meta #anonymous #3WD answers

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mlynar-nearl · 1 year

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about to sleep soon but yeah i gotcha sometimes tumblr feels lonely sometimes i get it but i dont spend much time on social media in general bcs of the loneliness

and its cool ! sch always takes precedence and im honestly just waiting for my acceptance email from the course i applied to (starting in april and im hella nervous tbh) and ive holiday'd for very long and it feels dry by myself. er but anyways, yeah let the inspiration hit when it hits it's like a random thing ykyk

and honestly my best bet on playable toland is soon on cn cos some ppl say that as new events drop in gl, related stuff drop in cn as well (like new ops in gl, said ops get skin in cn) those kind so maybe! see how! but i think it's rly just a matter of time. i predict that hell be after the next lim banner, or slightly before. its a wild guess but im going off gut feeling. and crossing my fingers but i hope next years cny unit is the second brother of the sui family + the phidia official guy (zuo le?)

anyways gonna sleep alr, but whats your predictions on toland? like class or archetype? im actually curious on this one since he seems so ?? to me like i cant tell at all mans. anyways have a nice day friendo !

good luck with your program omg! higher education is rough but it's worth it at least to me :]

i pay attention to what's going on on CN from cn youtubers to get an idea of what's upcoming over there, and i have before mlynar was playable- i just like the advantage of knowing what's up!! so i'm holding out on this. for a while i wondered if toland was going to immediately follow mlynar's release because it would seem to fit with what happened with fartooth releasing in "pinus sylvestris" and then immediately near light following with the nearlter + flametail release. i was sad to have been proven wrong but i think he's still in the cards all things considered because of how his sprite got updated in obscure wanderer and other factors like him becoming close to pinus sylvestris, having lore with mlynar that makes him relevant, etc. i think that those are good predictions for the next players on the sui sibling banners, i like seeing more of the siblings and cant wait to see what's up with chong yue. because from what i can tell he's the oldest brother, the one who was fucking with mr lee in invitation to wine, so like, what's up with that, buddy?

anyway- for toland, i've said before (though i don't remember where or if it was just in my head so don't worry about having asked) that i think he's gonna be a swordmaster or musha guard. this is because his swordwork is commented on in near light by monique, when she says that he holds his sword like a classically trained knight of kazimierz- almost like, hehe, he learned from a classically taught knight-in-training (this is one of my favorite details about them. either mlynar taught him some tricks directly, or they spent enough time together to learn from each other). i don't think he'd be another six star liberator like mlynar because their personalities don't seem to agree on that point. so i think he's either gonna be a swordmaster or musha, or they invent a new archetype for him that i don't even know about yet. the comments about him having swords and fighting like a knight of kazimierz lead me towards guard, at the very least. if he becomes playable, i want to do a tower of the kazimierz main events (maria nearl + near light + hypothetical third event) with these two, so, i'm really hoping for it because it sounds like a fun challenge.

#ash answers #anonymous #of course if he's a musha he does have to compete with hellagur but i think 1. why pit two bad bitches against each other #2 there arent that many six star mushas?#i think hellagur is the only one?#old man with a sword archetype

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magalidragon · 3 years

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it must be puppy love | a Jonerys AU | teaser

I blame @nlights37 for this and a very loopy late night text exchange where we were working on a TOP SECRET PROJECT. We call this “Himbo Ghost” fic. 🤣 I’m going to finish it this week.

"Open this fucking door!"

"Hang on!" Jon bellowed, rolling his eyes and waiting a moment, leaning against the bannister across from his front door, checking his watch. He smirked, the banging more insistent, and her screams getting louder and louder.

When he thought she'd been put in her place long enough, he swung open the door, just in time for her little tiny evil body to pitch forward from the momentum. He didn't try to help her, because he knew it would simply be rebuffed, and leaned back on the open door, inspecting his fingernails. She would let him know soon enough what she wanted, so he didn't ask.

She flung a black and white photo at him, smacking it hard to his chest. Her pale face was bright red, fuming, and it was the hottest thing he'd seen in his life. Her violet eyes flashed, fire steaming from them. "Damn, what did I do now?" he wondered out loud, taking the black and white photo from her. He studied it a moment, face screwing up in recognition. He cocked his head and darted his gaze back to her. "Uh, Daenerys I don't know if you know this, but...in order to get this..." He pointed to the image, eyebrows arching. "We'd have to have been a little closer than we have been and uh..." He swept his eyes up and down her vibrating angry frame. He smirked. "Not interested."

"You wish Jon Snow," she snarked. She thrust her finger into his chest again. "No, dickwad, those are fucking puppies.”

"So?"

"So!" she shrieked. She hauled her poor dog closer and knelt, grabbing her neck, hugging tight, scowling up at him. "My poor Drogon has been..." She sputtered, searching for a word, before settling on shouting "Defiled!"

Defiled? Who said that outside of the Victorian era? He pretended to study his fingernails."And this is my problem, how?"

"Because your beast did it!"

What the bloody seven hells? He screwed up his face, laughing. "Ghost? No fucking way, he has taste." He glanced down at Ghost, who had come to investigate the chaos, and was wagging his tail. He was too sweet for his own good, he had no idea that Daenerys should be avoided at all costs. He might get a disease or something. He stuck his foot out to keep the dog from advancing forward, trying to get to the other dog who hung her head, glaring between her hiding place behind Dany's legs.

Dany shot him a look, gagging. "Who doesn't have their dog fixed these days?"

"Well since yours is knocked up, I would ask yourself that question Princess."

"Fuck you," she growed, wagging the picture again. "This now means that I can't get her spayed, which I was planning on doing, she isn't even a full year old yet!"

"Aye, so neither is Ghost! He just got..." He mouthed his words, holding his hands over Ghost's ears. "His manhood taken away last week, I'll have you know!"

"Too late Snow, he already spread his seed!"

"Who talks like that?" he exclaimed, unable to take it any longer. He made another face and waved her off his stoop. "Go away, I've got work to do and can't deal with you now. Take it up at the HOA meeting. Trying to get my poor dog kicked out of here. I should have yours kicked out too."

The woman was fuming, which he hated made her more attractive, if possible. She was a beautiful woman, sexy as hell, and too bad as venomous as a viper. "This is not over Snow," she vowed. She tugged on her beast's leash. "Come darling, let's get you home to rest." She turned her head, shooting a warning to him. "This is not the last we've talked about htis. You will be paying."

He laughed, his shoulder against the door. "This where you say that I'll be hearing from your lawyer?"

"It's your lucky day Jon Snow, because you won't have to, I am a lawyer!"

"I knew there was a reason I hated you!" he yelled after her, as she stormed down the walkway to the sidewalk and across towards her gate, and right back up to her door. He waved, the space between them hardly anything. "Later Daenerys."

"Fuck you!"

He waited for her to enter her house and slam the door, chuckling. That was fun. He edged into his house, closed his door, and marched straight to the stereo he'd purchased solely to annoy her, cranking up the heavy Northern metal band he knew really drove her insane. He hated it, the irony was that his sister had been visiting when she decided that she was going to start this war, and now he had to pretend like he even listened to it.

Taking his noise canceling headphones, he dropped them over his ears, and glanced at Ghost, who was laying beside him, panting and peering up with wide red eyes. He laughed, ruffling his ears, shouting over the canceled noise from the stereo. "Good for you boy, but really? That one?"

Ghost cocked his head, and rolled onto his back, kicking his feet happily into the air.

Jon smiled, shaking his head. He was oddly proud of his dog, but also really annoyed. Ghost knew that he hated Daenerys, so seriously? He had to go knock up her dog? Ugh.

Switching from the op plans he’s been working on, he opened up the web browser and began to research how long dog pregnancies were.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #Himbo ghost #ghost and Drogon puppies! lol #enemies to lovers is my aesthetic #this is all lights fault #fic teaser

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I'm. The new covers, op. The new covers. Gosh. Both of them hold so much symbolism. And technically they both are canon, they are both original ideas that could perfectly be valid. Horikoshi simply found something better. But anyways, I'm going to go ahead and ramble about it because Im- Op, prepare for a long ask! Hope you like it!

So!

On the one where Katsuki's the one in the picture, he's not on his knees like he is in the other two covers. Instead, he has his face down, body forward, one hand on one leg, the other one holding out for something...He's bowing. Bowing in Japanese culture is a pretty big deal. Hes not just tilting his head a bit, his head and body are on full on commitment.

Such a tilted bow means a LOT, specially from THIS guy, Mr dont let anyone walk in front of me. Even more when hes not just bowing, but accepting such an open display of given help, Mr shonen anime lone wolf. Accepting something he always has trouble admitting to. Accepting the past, accepting the wrongs. Accepting Izukus help means so much, and that's what these three covers have in common.

His hand is sctretching out. He's ready to say yes to that hand out in the air.

(Ps. I wonder if he's watching his own reflection on the water in this panel, as well?)

Hes in middle of the picture with those childhood friend at the back, which means audience. It means letting people see what hes done, what he's sorry for. He is being open and exposed and vulnerable. That's no fighting stance.

Remember guys, in case you haven't noticed before, Horikoshi puts lots of metaphorical value in his manga and on his covers. Sometimes you've got to dig in deep and think to get the bigger picture. And in this case, the bigger picture screams regret and wanting to make things right from the start.

This cover occurs in the past, at the moment where everything started, and Katsuki fully remembers this. Katwuki has thought of this, is thinking about this. He's had eye bags for gods sake, he's clearly troubled by all of what it means.

These three covers are the visual explanation of what's going on inside Katsuki's head, because this is clearly focused on him and his perspective.

(Ps. Rivers symbolise the massage of time. If that doesnt add to everything else, I dont know what to tell you.)

So! Next!

Wow, if this isnt one of my favourite things ever. Okay. Christ.

I have two options here. Scratch that, three options. Scream into the void, scream into this post, or actually make a good presentation of my inner turmoil. I'll have to go by the third option. (Haha. Just like horikoshi did. Dont # me, I'm funny in my head.)

This cover melted my insides, froze them all over, and hit me with them like a hammer.

I know they're kids, but let me get this straight-so kids seriously look at their friends with these looks in their eyes and think "ah, yes. This is my very good friend. This gentle smile and kind look I'm giving him as if he was my whole world? Well, hes just a very good friend."

I looked at my childhood crush this way, I dont know what to tell you.

Anyway, let's actually jump to the information at hand.

This panel seems like it's making a reference to what Katsuki wishes could have been. And if that's not absolutely soul-crushing...this cover is Katsuki's feelings, guys. These are probably his very thoughts. This scene has gone through Katsuki's head at some point.

We've got Izuku in his stuck up pose all over again, in just an awkward angle. It's like katsuki isnt looking AT this katsuki right now, but at the spot where the actual past Katsuki, at some point, was. As if this Isuku is frozen in time. Dont believe too much in this paragraph, I still have my doubts about that, but I feel it's a possibility. Izukus eyes seem to be focused on the water, while Katsuki is just the tiniest bit back, reaching for Izukus hand. And gosh.

I dont think I've ever seen older NOR child Katsuki have this look plasted into his face before. He's...sheepish. Kindly, awkwardly sheepish. No hate, no anger, no shame, no nothing. His face is clear and sweet and has this "Whoops. You got me. But thanks." kind of expression on.

The hand behind his head, just the tiniest but embarassed? That little smile? It's all so soft.

Rambling about softness though- I really liked the hand scene in this particular panel. If you close up your view, you realise that theres no effort to pull anyone out of nowhere. In this panel, they are simply holding hands in frozen time for no purpose at all.

Katsuki has his hand around Izuku...simply holding there.

Again, because the angle is awkward, it's kind of messy, but you get the point.

It's all simply beautiful. Horikoshi clean likes give me life.

And lastly. The actual cover.

I screeched so hard when I saw this. My first instinct when seeing this for the first time was to straight up go trigger happy fingers and write about it to my friends. Christ.

Everything is so...SOft. horikoshi made a good decision by mixing both previous drawings in one. We have parts of the two covers in one, which is amazing. In this one, Katsuki isnt alone, as Izuku's there too. But we dont have the audience either. Probably because the main focus on this panel is no one else except them two.

Again, Katsuki looks like he's bowing, but instead of looking all the way down, he's in the middle. Not looking at Izuku nor looking at the ground, like it shows in the previous covers. Instead, Horikoshi found a middle ground. He's looking at his hand. At the gesture.

Hes not holding hands quite yet, but his hand is there. At arms reach. Not close enough but there. Wanting.

Theres so much regret and again, softness.

Again, like you Op said a bit bad, the angle is off here. This is present Katsuki remembering his past. The angle is off because this Izuku isnt holding out for our Katsuki. This is a memory. A wish. Katsuki's wish.

(Ps. Izukus trousers drenched in the rivers water. This detail was so nice. It's a subtle action that describes Izukus characterization so much. Izuku went in the river with Katsuki in mind, not caring if he got his clothes soaked in the process too. For Izuku, only Katsuki was there. And for Katsuki, only Izuku is.

As a plus, I can't believe the cover of this is literally called Bakugou Katsuki rising. They named the entire thing after that one chapter. Actually, I very much, totally believe it. It's the moment so many people have been waiting for, after all. The moment so many scenes have been amounting for, little by little.

*dreamy sigh*

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little thing, I had to get it out of my system and dont want to bother my dear friends anymore than needed.

Have a good day, OP! I'll stay updated!

You kinda just...took my heart and curb stomped it, not gonna lie. Your observations are so beautiful and so accurate. The sketch with little Bakugou taking Izuku’s hand is so...raw, and yeah, that expression is definitely one of love. Those eyes, the way he is HOLDING Izuku’s hand, not TAKING it. He isn’t taking it to stand up, he is literally just...holding it.

That isn’t the way you take someone’s hand when you’re trying to pull yourself up. It’s an awkward angle and just...wouldn’t work right. No, he is literally just holding his hand, and that’s exactly what Bakugou wishes he did all that time ago. He wishes that he not only took Deku’s hand, but held onto it. Held it as if it were something precious, something to be cared for and protected.

These are Bakugou’s true feelings expressed in these drawings, and I think Horikoshi released them on purpose, to show us more of what he wanted Bakugou to be feelings through all of this. Since after all, we know that Bakugou expresses himself in action, not so much words. And because Horikoshi is an absolute genius, he thought to give us these other glimpses in how he feels through these actions.

And the other sketch with him bowing his body to Izuku, and the way the log looks like it’s on his back with his ‘friends’ on top of it.

The pressure of needing to be the coolest, the strongest, the best. Those kids put that kind of pressure on him, even if they never realized it. They encouraged his behavior and fed his ego, and it never allowed him to see how he was wrong. But now he is realizing it, and he is bowing himself in light of that acknowledgement. He is lowering his head and putting his pride away, so he can get back what he lost all those years ago; the opportunity to take Izuku’s hand.

To take the hand of the only one of those kids that ever loved him unconditionally. Who never pressured him or expected him to be invincible. Who saw all of his flaws and was completely prepared to support him despite all of it. The only one.

I’m just a mess over all of this, and I am so incredibly thankful to Horikoshi for creating this beautiful relationship. AND IN A SHOUNEN MANGA, NONETHELESS!!

Thank you friend, for your beautiful thoughts. I think they’re spot on, and I am so emotional all over again because of this.

#bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #bkbk #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #deku #bnha meta #bnha analysis #blackiee-is-heree #asks #basketball idiot #basketball idiot replies

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