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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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its all fun and games thinking about price until you start thinking about Dragon!Price. What id let that dragon man do to me is horrifying. He'd be so warm and cozy! But also so so so possessive of you! Someone flirts, say goodbye to your ability to walk and say hello to a bunch of marks 👍

Thinking about Price being known as the mean old dragon living in the mountains and all the villagers fear him, have tried to defeat him only to end up dead and those who’ve managed to survive haven’t been able to tell the tale from the sheer shock of surviving the event. One day someone as adventurous or rather someone as foolish as you sets out to meet this dragon only to discover him tucked away in some corner of his cave while baring his claws at you, in an attempt to defend himself.

However you don’t take out your sword to hurt him, matter of fact you sit down on the cold concrete floor, pushing a small offering his way without coming any closer.

You read in one of the ancient books hidden away in the library that if you want to build a connection with a dragon you should try handing it an offer.

Although he’s in his dragon form you can see the confused look on his face, the slight tilt to his head and how his whiskers sway in the air before he approaches closer.

The smell of smoke becomes much prominent, dust raising from the ground as he moves his large body before he swiftly takes the offering in his mouth and quickly returns to his original spot .

He turns to meet your gaze only to see the soft smile on your face as you continue to sit in place.

This goes on for days, weeks, months, you’ll walk all the way to the mountain where the mean old dragon resides bring him offering before leaving for the night.

Despite taking up a dragon form he’s more human than you thought. You see the way his eyes light up when you bring him the fruit he likes, you see the curl of his lip, the smoke coming out his nostrils as if huffing when you reprimand him for eating so quick (you’re just trying to make sure he doesn’t get sick from the way he’s basically inhaling his offerings)

You even see the way he’s grown accustomed to you, sure he won’t try to approach but at least he no longer bares his claws at you.

It’s safe to say that you’ve formed some type of bond with the mean old dragon.

You don’t mention this routine to anyone, keeping it all under wraps while continuously visiting the him so it comes as a surprise when you arrive one day with offerings in your hand only to be met with the sight of the dragon bleeding out.

You drop the basket in hand, red apples falling to the floor and the loud thudding sound catches the dragons attention.

Before you know of it the dragon is lunging at you, only to narrowly miss when you roll away in the last second.

“Hey hey it’s me it’s me” you try to explain but the dragon doesn’t seem to care as it launches another attack your way. This time he manages to get in a scratch but even then you keep your sword tucked away, still trying to talk some sense into the dragon.

“Hey hey look,” you say as you take the sword out of its holder and slide it over to where he stands.

At first you can’t see his reaction, face obscured by the cloud of smoke coming from his nose but when you do you see his head tilted just the same as when you first met him in this cave.

“See? I won’t hurt you” you say with a soft smile on your face even going as far as raising your hands in the air.

The dragon's gaze drops from your face down to the ground and when you follow his eyes you see your own blood dripping down.

“Oh” you say gaze glued back to the dragon again “just a minor scratch dont worry about it” minor was an understatement but despite your blury eyes and the nasoua bubbling up in your gut you make your way over to him.

“You’re hurt too” you say as if the dragon could understand you “let me check on it?”

The dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either as you steadily approach.

You continue to keep your hands up in the air, soft smile still glued to your face doing your best to be as reassuring as possible as you approach him on shaky legs.

When you go to take a closer look, you see the many scales on his underbelly ripped away and a foreign object jammed into it.

“What happened?” You say to yourself before looking up at the dragon again. “I’m going to try to take it out alright? You say pointing to the wound in hopes of making yourself understood.

Once again the dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either when you approach.

“Good boy” you whisper to yourself and for the first time since you’ve been visiting this dragon you get a proper look at the many scale that decorate his skin. Although most of them are soaked in blood you can see the gold color that coats them and hues of orange and red scattered about on them. You careful reach a hand out ,neck uncomfortably cranking up to meet the dragons gaze, so far he hasn’t moved away yet and you take it as a positive sign as you grab ahold of the sword and slowly but surely start pulling it out of his underbelly.

The dragon roars not out of fear but out of pain as you continue to pull the sword out of him.

“I know I know just give me a second” you say under a shaky breath using all your strength to finally pull it out of him

Immediately he slumps down, wings protectively covering his lower half as he lets out a sound that is something like a mix of pain and relief. Behind him you see the skeletal remains of what must’ve been a person tempting fate and with the dragons blood on your hands, it’s hard to feel bad for the dead man.

You carefully sit down too and make quick work of ripping a piece of your shirt to use as gauze all while the dragon continues to watch you.

Once you’re all cleaned and wrapped up you smile up at him, and once again he just stares at you without giving much of a response.

“We’re okay”

The two of you continue to be okay days weeks and months after that event.

You even seem to grow closer, and at some point the dragon allows you to touch him. Sure it may be to only attended to minor injuries but progress is still progress.

However it all takes a turn when you go to visit him like you usually do, with a basket of apples in hand and a soft smile on your face that quickly drops along with the basket as you take in the sight of the dragon charging towards you.

You don’t even have time to react before the dragon is just a hair away from your face and you close your eyes out of instinct , as a frightful sound tumbles past your lips.

However the frightened look quickly turns into one of confusion when you notice that the dragon hasn’t attacked you yet and when you open your eyes you don’t see the mean old dragon standing in front of you but instead it’s a man, completely nude and staring at you with the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Why do you smell like someone else?”

Spitball w/ me?

#I wanted to post this yesterday but my brain and hands WRE exhausted from work 😭#scribbles #alec answers #john price #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader

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dizzycoffee · 3 months

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Hi there, Hope your day is going well! Id like to request head cannons for Charlie, alastor, and Lucifer with a fem overlord reader who’s basically tohru from miss kobayashis dragon maid? Here is her wiki page to help :) : https://maid-dragon.fandom.com/wiki/Tohru

— Charlie, Alastor, Lucifer / Reader; Headcanons

i hope your day is also going well!! i wasn't fully sure if you meant the reader to be more power-like or personality-like, so i tried to keep it balanced?? i just hope you enjoy <3

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ HEADCANONS ･*:.｡..｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

— Charlie;

With both your personalities, you two often make the other residents / staff of the hotel sick

Like, it's hard to miss a moment when you aren't at least holding hands, much less be apart.

Being with Charlie, there could be friction between you and someone like Alastor, who would make it a point to rile you up just for the fun of it

Charlie's eyes widened, taking note of your glare the moment Alastor laid his claws on her shoulder. She chuckled nervously, immediately stepping back for distance. “You know better than that, Alastor,” she mumbled between a reluctant smile. Seeing his eyes narrow at your blazing figure, Charlie knew Alastor would continue to pester.

There are times when Charlie wonders how you, a powerful overlord who could easily destroy whatever is in your path, chose to live a life of redemption alongside her. She's never seen your powers, as you often restrain yourself from reacting with them.

Your devotion to her is also something that catches her off guard. She almost feels guilty knowing that you would do anything she asked for. It helps knowing you're hers, not trapped by someone who could take advantage of your love.

The moment Adam had even dared to look at Charlie, you were the first to jump into the fight. Fighting off the extermination was dragging out more and more, alongside your anger. It was in this moment, up on the roof as she tried to regain some sense of courage, that Charlie saw you show of a portion of your power. As Charlie watched fire come out your mouth which circled around Adam to keep him enclosed, she couldn't help but wonder what she did to deserve someone as devoted as you in her life.

— Alastor;

Everyone thinks you're absolutely insane for even wanting to be in his presence. And when Alastor doesn't bat an eye and actually lets you be close to him, everyone almost loses it

I feel like at first, he was more interested in the powers you have. He can see you're powerful and it intrigues him a lot. Even your dragon characteristics catch his attention.

When you show a clear romantic attraction, he initially brushes it off. He's not one to indulge in such activities... but he let you get close enough.

The end of Alastor's cane gently pushed you back. “Now, now my dear. What have we talked about?” He raised his brow at you, his piercing eyes meeting yours. You mustered up a sweet smile, easily recalling your previous conversion, “That personal space matters?” “Correct! You're more than welcomed to accompany me so long as you keep your hands to yourself,” his smile widened, patting your head. He didn't miss the way you swooned over his touch.

On the off chance that the two of you do get closer, he'll never outright say it. He'll keep you second-guessing his actions, which are all far too vague to fully decipher.

There are many days where its all the same, his enchanting words closer than how he physically is. It's all tame, almost superficial. But there are days where you find him closer than usual, days where his touch lingers and his smile almost seems softer than usual. Days that make you think he might actually care.

The overlords left the meeting room, leaving behind Alastor and your. Before you could even get up from your seat, you felt a hand be placed on your shoulder. You stayed put, heart beating faster than it should over a little touch. As the room fell quiet you let your eyes wonder until they met with Alastor's. He shifted in his seat, and you followed suit until you felt both your legs brush against one another. It was small touches like these, small and insignificant, that kept you coming back for more. You two stayed quiet, indulging in each other's company for a brief moment.

— Lucifer;

When he first saw you, he thought you were going to hate him, just like how Alastor hated him and all. So to avoid conflict, he tried to keep it professional and short.

That proved to be nearly impossible, since you were almost always by his side. He tried to be distant, he really did, but at some point he just sort of gave up and let things be

Will try to play it cool but he always ends up flustered when you show your devotion to him. It nearly killed him when you expressed that you’d do anything for him.

Lucifer chuckled softly, almost nervously. “I can’t seem to understand why you even want to be around me,” he admitted, though hesitantly. You tilted your head at him, brows furrowed in a puzzled manner. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I like you. I want to be with you, sir.”

He def was turned on /j

When he caught glimpse of your power, he nearly forgot he was Lucifer himself and got scared shitless. To think he’d been having you around and just a fraction of your power could annihilate anything that comes your way, which could possibly include him. He couldn’t tell if he was terrified or attracted to you in all honesty.

Of course, he understands that his own power if outmatched but damn does he feel sorry for whoever messes with you

After having watch you fight off some sinner for getting too close to him, Lucifer wrapped his arm around you. “I thought you were gonna chop off his hand,” he jested, laughing at how scared you left your victim. You raised a brow, “Did you want me to—” “No! No, uh, it’s fine! I swear!”

#hazbin hotel charlie #charlie morningstar #charlie x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Oh no! I want the next part of Namjoon with his hybrid...😭

"There you go." The elderly woman says in broken english, as she sets down two cups of tea on the table. Namjoon is still completely out of it- unsure if this is some cruel bad joke from the universe to actually show him how much better you have it.

But it doesn't seem like that's quite what it is- because the woman is not your owner. The other hybrids aren't owned either. You've simply gone back to a care center- but across the border, far away from him. It's no surprise he never found you.

"How are you?" He asks after a while, and you seem rather timid in answering- rather holding onto your hot cup of tea to warm your hands, shifting a bit in your seat. He remembers you being a lot more comfortable with the to him unfamiliar woman, the caretaker cleaning up your knees and helping you, while he has to watch from the sidelines, unable to get any closer. You seem wary of him now- and in a way, he can understand that. He didn't expect you to come running into his arms first thing.

You stay quiet and just nod as an answer to his question, staying quiet and detached it seems. "I.. hope you know I'm sorry." He says, and you nod- though with a somber smile.

"It's okay." You answer. "At least.. the company made sure I was sent to a place where I could be happy after you gave up." You tell him, making him confused. "Although I don't really speak the language well.." You admit sheepishly.

"How- I never 'gave up'. What are you talking about?" He asks, and you look at him with a bit of suspicion now.

"You couldn't handle me anymore." You explain what the managers had told you back then. "It got too much- and that's fine, I know that hybrids can be a lot, and I-" You try and tell him, but he shakes his head, leaning forward with a desperate look on his face.

This hurts a lot more than just the fact that you were taken away. You were obviously lied to, you thought he had given you away with no regards for your feelings, as if you both didn't have something special. It's true that he had never had the chance to tell you that he adores you as more than just a simple hybrid or even friend- but still. To think that you must've thought he had no interest in you any longer, which couldn't be further from the truth.

"That's completely false." He tells you, trying to calm himself down. "I asked them if they could help me figure something out while I went on tour, just like I told you-" He explains. "-and they said they would simply pay for a care spot at Jeju's Hybrid health center. And I agreed! You know, because you enjoyed it so much there when you were recovering from pneumonia, remember?" he says, becoming a bit choked up as he watches you clearly remembering what he's talking about. "But when I came back, and I asked when I could pick you up-" He takes a deep breath, recollecting himself so he doesn't potentially scare you by getting so emotional. "-they simply told me 'never'. That was the answer I got." He tells you defeated.

You watch him for a moment, before you adjust your position on the chair again. The small kitchen space is empty apart from you both, a stark contrast to the usually busy life whenever it's meal time. You wouldn't say its a bad place to live- the caretaker is doing very well to provide the best care for everyone, but it's still not a home. It's just another spot to reside at until someone decides to take you with them. His story makes more sense than him simply giving you up for no reason- especially considering that you were just.. so sure that he really cared for you.

You also don't have to ask why he never searched for you, considering that you received a new ID after crossing the border, and that Namjoon possibly didn't even know where they had taken you.

"I'm sorry that they've done this to you. I'm sorry I didn't just.. think of something different." He sighs.

"There wasn't really anything different though." You shrug.

"There was." He shakes his head. "I could've.. Jungkook, he has a hybrid. He's bringing her to work every day, you know? He fought for her. Said he'd refuse to continue his career if they wouldn't have let him keep her." He chuckles. "I should've been like that."

"It was a different time though." You admit. "You were.. not as big as you were today." You remind him. "You didn't have that much freedom yet."

"Still." He states. "I should've tried harder." He emphasizes, looking down onto the table.

"…Joon.?" You ask, and he instantly looks up at that nickname, nodding. "Can I hug you?" You ask, and he clenches his jaw.

"That.. might not be a good idea." He tells you, watching with a painful heart how your ears droop down in disappointment. "I might just create more pain like this, considering that.. the situation we're in right now." He explains.

"So, we're not going home?" You ask, and he feels his heart clench. It must be intimidating to be in a country you don't even understand the language of, let alone know your way around.

"I can ask to have you swapped into a carecenter back in korea if you'd like." he asks, but you shake your head.

"No, I mean home as in-" You seem to become restless in your seat- something he remembers you doing often. "home with you. You're home." You tell him.

"Would you.. like to go home with me? Even after all of this?" He questions, and your eyes glaze over as you nod with unshed tears. And in that moment, he knows what he needs to do. He knows what's on the line, and he's not going to let it be ruined ever again.

So he opens his arms for you, inviting you to come back as he silently promises close to your ear, his hold tight and secure with you on his lap, tail slowly wagging. "Then I'll take you home. Promise."

#bts imagine #bts x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #ki #kim namjoon imagine #bts namjoon imagine #hybrid imagine

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empressgeekt · 5 months

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Fic Series Idea - "There is no Escape Once Cradled in the Bat's Cape" Saga, or Gotham had just as much as an adoption problem as their champion.

Buckle up people this is going to be a long one...

Okay, So I've been looking in to Batman crossovers, and I've noticed that there is a large majority of MLB, DP, and Spider-Man ofr the crossovers. However, I have also found a very small percentage of cross-dimensional adoption fics, with Zuko from ATLA and Keith VLD, two dark angsty boys who definitely need the love of the batfam.

So, I'm planning out a multipart (At least on AO3) Saga, where, we can watch Zuko Keith, And Jet from ATLA get sucked up by Gotham, whom is a manifestation of darkness, insanity, and empathy and stands as the spirit in control of the land that both Gotham and Buldhaven would be eventually be built (much like Agni is for the fire nation).

1) The first installment would be Zuko's origin in the Batfamily.

After Agni can't stand to watch the soft hearted price suffer through his fate again, the deity of the sun calls a meeting with Gotham, begging sanctuary for the boy. After some rather harsh words, Gotham agrees, and swipes up Zuko right out of the Royal infirmary, mere hours after the Agni Kai. All While Iroh watches in horror. Left in the Prince's place is a single scroll, written in the language of spirits, the only part that Iroh can understand, is that in order to find his nephew he had to restore the honor to his nation and aid in the champion of the four nations, for that is a the only way that Iroh will ever find Zuko again. So, Iroh starts his quest for the Avatar.

On Zuko's end, Gotham dropped the prince in an alleyway, and lured a Robin!Jason to his location. Upon discovering a child laying in a dumpster with half of his face charred black, Jason phones Bruce and Zuko is taken to the Batcave. Even though the young prince is underneath the care of the incredibly skilled and patient Doc. Tompkins, Zuko quickly falls victim to infection, and his condition is touch and go for days. Bruce would go through all the identifying tests he can think of, but none of them even give a name to the dying kid in a quest room upstairs. The batman is honestly at a loss of what to do with the child. He can find no living family, no ID, no documents, no name. There's no where he can send the child, The foster system is out of the question, even if Zuko survives, he's be horribly scarred and likely disabled, not to mention even at 12 he'd be too old to good chances of getting adopted. All signs point to Bruce most likely becoming a father of three. Jason is fine with the idea of Zuko Staying. He's 15 at this point, old enough to be a good big brother.

Though things become a whole lot more complicated when Zuko is conscious enough to start talking...And he can't understand a lick of English...Our dramatic sparky boy, wakes up to an unknown world, in a utterly luxurious house, with people who are too pale to be water-tribe but have blue eyes, and wear weird robes. Zuko figures he was banished to this place, but he doesn't know what for, or what he can do to regain his honor, and these people are being so nice and gentle with him. Cue, confusion and panic.

Jason starts teaching Zuko English once he's conscious enough. The two grow closer, even if Zuko only grows more confused by learning. Once his bandages are removed, poor little prince ends up having a break down after seeing his reflection, one that Bruce walks in on. Que Overprotective BatDad, learning from a Zuko with Broken English skills, what, or who, gave the boy his scar. And yep, This kid was Bruce's now.

Zuko continues to heal, and eventually the holidays roll by. With the holidays came Dick Grayson, whom while still a hothead is trying to make a truce with Bruce for the sake of Jason, well, lets just say someone for got to tell him about the 12-year-old now living with them. Dick's temper gets the better of him and Zuko Get's spoked accidentally firebending at the Original robin. No one was hurt but Zuko still ran off, disappearing into the labyrinth of the manor. This situation is eventually resolved, and Zuko learns about the Batman, as Bruce offers to ask around the super community, and still very young Justice League, if there are other pyropaths who can help Zuko with learning control. Zuko doesn't want to at the moment as He's still getting used to everything else.

Eventually, Bruce makes Zuko his foster kid and with the help of the faked paper trail, gets him in school. He does well in math, as it is a universal (mulitversal lol) language, but Struggles with the other subjects, due to the language barrier and the fact that he's only ever had private tutors before. Everything is going well...

Then April rolls around. Jason and Bruce's relationship becomes strained, and eventually Jason learns about Shelia haywood, and goes looking for her. Jason says goodbye to Zuko before he leaves, and that he'll be bring a mom for them when he comes back. But everyone knows what happened. And instead of his brother Zuko gets a coffin. (sorry)

Months pass. Bruce trains Zuko, Just to make sure that his current youngest can protect himself, as Zuko refuses to put on the robin costume. Dick ends up spending more time at the manor, really trying to mend bridges after the tragedy. They live in this odd fog of grief, until one tiny Timothy Drake breaks into batcave with a resume and powerpoint explaining the need for a robin and offering himself to the position. Dick and Bruce pretty much go, "We can't just ignore this." because this kid is clearly being neglected. Tim is trained for Robin, wanting to follow in his hero's footsteps, and Zuko eventually decides to dawn his own cowl, as the Blue Spirit, because he can't let another Robin Die. that's where the first book ends.

2) second's installment is Keith's origin story.

Gotham after Zuko, starts to keep an eye out for souls they believe would thrive underneath their champion's care, even in worlds beyond their own. Gotham comes across one Keith Kogane, and right before Keith rams his fighter into the force shield at the end of season four, it isn't Lotor that comes to his rescue. Instead Gotham plucks the boy right out of the pilot seat and the pod still goes flying into the shield.

Keith is dumbed into an abandoned building, right in front of one on the run Cassandra Cain. Our angry little halfbred cupcake, has no idea, why a smoky person named Gotham has saved his life, or how they teleported him back to earth, but once he learns that this silent yet super sweet girl is being hunted by assassins, but he's not going to leave her alone. Besides she had seen him in his Blade uniform, and something is off with him. His fingers and jaw began to itch and ache, the odd vocal ticks he used to have as a kid come back with a vengeance, and his eyes water at night and whenever he looks at a light.

The two teenagers continue to travel, keeping out of sight from assassins and bonding. Keith for once has to be the talking one in a conversation, and Cass can obviously keep a secret, so keith doesn't hide anything from her. Besides once his teeth fall out and fangs grow in their place, his fingers bleed from growing a second set of retractable claws, and he gains a third eye lid, he can't really hide his mixed blood. Keith, talks, and starts to teach Cass how to read once he realized that she couldn't.

Eventually Keith learns about the city of Gotham, and feels a pull to go there. Once they are on route to the city the assassins, and stalkers get more and more intense, almost like they didn't want Keith and Cass to go there. This just makes Keith more determined. As the people after them won't want to follow them anymore if they were inside to Gotham territory. Sadly keith was wrong, the Assassins did follow them into the city, but now they were there to kill no capture, during the attack Batman, Robin and Blue Spirit show up.

At the end of the Keith finally has the pent up breakdown that has been right at his heels since the start of the story. Shouting about how his life doesn't make sense anymore, every since that smoky Gotham person snatched him, and Zuko goes, "you met Gotham?"

In the end, Bruce takes in both Keith and Cass, because both are sad traumatizes dark haired orphan even if both are legal adults his CAD (Compulsive Adoption Disorder) demands he keeps them, and while they don't know the motives of this Gotham Spirit, they create the code "Rapunzel". If any member of the family calls that code, it means that Gotham had dropped off another soul. Keith and Cass, become vigilantes. Cass is Black Bat, and with some modifications to his blade suit, Keith becomes Blade Bat.

3) Third installment! Jet's inclusion!

This one opens with Gotham watching over Jet while he dies from internal bleeding, and then the dark spirit vanishes away to make a deal with a certain other spirit...

Next thing Jet knows he's waking up in a Lazarus Pit. A woman with long dark hair and bright otherworldly green eyes, or as we know Talia Al Gaul, is pulling him out of it. She claims Jet as her own, even if Jet can't understand a word of what she is saying or what is happening.

Jason is also confused as to where Talia has found this frizzy-haired kid or why they were put in the pit or why Talia was training them with him. Once more Jason starts to teach a younger teen to speak in English, while Talia teaches, Jet Arabic and League speak. Jet struggles with Pit Rage, its even worse for him then with Jason. Mostly because Jet is much more frustrated with his situation. The sixteen-year-old wants to go home, he wants his troupe, the family he made after tragedy, he doesn't want to be here in this place, with a creepy woman who told him to all her mother, and a bunch of guys with way too many swords.

Jason is usually the one who has to deal with Jet's Rage, as Talia made them share a bedroom, and his big-brother instincts are slowly kicking in having been long dormant, it doesn't help that Jet is the age that Zuko would be if Jason had stayed at the manor. However, just as Jason is starting to connect with Jet, things go horribly wrong.

And here is where I'm going to take very heavy inspiration from the fic, "Jason and the Three Terrors", by, Cdephiki. I highly recommend this piece.

Talia runs into the boys' room in the middle of the night, waking them and telling them to pack. Ra's is getting to close to her plans and she doesn't want him to interfere with her children any longer. So, she gathers up Jason, Jet, Damian, Mara, and Athanasia and they flee into the mountains. Sadly though, Deathstroke catches up with them, and Talia is killed, leaving the Children to escape on their own. Jason and Jet have to navigate caring for three young children while running across Europe and Asia, meeting check point Talia had set up to help them disappear. At one of them Talia has left the Red Hood gear and helmet, and a nameless suit for Jet.

Eventually the League catches up with them, and they are forced to return to Gotham, (and on the plane ride, Jet learns that he gets Air-sick). Jason manages to get them a small apartment in Crime Alley, and they set up. He isn't comfortable with bring in the children into Bruce's care with the Joker still Alive, and Red Hood protector of Crime Alley is born, only this time he has a partner. His own dark reflection of Robin. Jet becomes White Hawk. The children are safe, Jason is cleaning up his home, Jet is more and more stable by the day. Things are good.

Until Ra's makes a reappearance. Assassins raids their apartment, and Jason and Jet are forces to run with the children in tow. Batman, Nightwing, robin (tim), Black Bat, Blade Bat, Spoiler and Blue Spirit intervene, thinking that Jet and Jason are kidnapping their own siblings. They get into a small scuffle, Until Ra's himself makes and appearance, with a bout a team of twenty assassins behind him. Once learning that Ra's wants the children and their connection to himself, Bruce completely forgets any ill will with Hood and Hawk and fights beside them in the presedeing brawl between the Assassins and bats.

Jason is run through during the chaos, and the bats retreat to the cave. for treatment. Bruce doesn't think twice about taking five children in at once, and he isn't about to be a deadbeat to his two bio children. Sure, Ra's will still be trying to hunt them down, but the Assassin's were beaten back for now. All is well..

Until Zuko takes his mask off...and Jet sees his golden eyes...

PTSD and Pit go into over drive and suddenly Zuko trying to die at the hands of Jet's blade. Keith, Bruce, Cass, Dick, and Tim, all jump into action holding Jet back. All of the younger kids are confused and on edge. The situation gets so bad that Bruce has to put Jet in a separate room, to keep the kids from killing each other, and to allow Thompkins to do her work and Save Jason.

Jason is stabilized (still knocked out), and Bruce takes control of the situation. He talks to the younger children first, getting their names and ensuring them that they'll be safe here. Alfred would make rooms for them, but everyone just wants to be by Jason's beside at the moment. Zuko approaches Bruce before, he leaves to speak with Jet, explaining what happened behind the attack. Zuko learned because Jet had slipped into Earth Kingdom Language during the attack, and Zuko recognized it, and all that Jet rambled about. Bruce reassures Zuko that he isn't at fault for Jet's trauma; he would've been a child during it after all. Then goes to speak to know a not Pit flooded, but still pissed off Jet.

They have a very informative discussion regarding, the differences between, vengeance and Justice, and Jet is of course emotionally adopted.

Later after Bruce, Dick, Zuko, and Jason reconcile and reunite. Zuko seeks out Jet, and apologizes for the fire nation's actions. There's little Zuko can do and what he has done isn't much, but he wants peace in his home, and him and Jet fighting would stop that. Jet Agrees to be civil, but they would never be family. Zuko is fine with that.

The next will either be the fourth or fifth installment, because I might do a self-indulgent, Jason/OFC fic in between these, but that remains to be seen....

4) Fourth/fifth Installment - Thomas Wayne, Flashpoint Batman

Gotham is watching one of the flashpoint time lines, watching crumble and shatter. For while Thomas was a good substitute, he would never achieve the full potential of the proper champion, forming an unstable reality. Only this time they don't allow Thomas (and maybe Martha I'm still 50/50 on whether she survives) to perish with in his reality. Gotham offers a second chance at family, or Thomas can go the way of his dopplegangers.

I think we all know which choice he takes...

There's nothing that groundbreaking that happens in this installment, just Thomas reconnecting with Alfred and Bruce, meeting the children and bruce's fiance (I ship BatCat and the relationship will be subtly developed on the side of the series). Thomas hangs up the cowl and works a more support team roll in the family, Tompkins isn't always available after all, and someone has to help Alfred watch the little ones who are either benched, injured, or not patrol ready.

5) Fifth/Sixth installment - Batman Beyond

Yep Terry is getting on this crazy train-wreck of the family, not just him though...Dana, Max, and Matt get swooped up too.

Once more Gotham is watching as a Beyond timeline is slowly breaking apart. The city is crumbling from non-stop earth quakes, satellites are zapping everything and Terry barely has had the time to rescue his loved ones from the chaos. Max was ready to go when he came for her. Dana needed more convincing, and Terry had to take his mask off to get her to come with him. Matt and Ms. Mcginnis....Terry only managed to get Matt out of the house, before the place went up in smoke.

The cave was the only place he could take them, but the batmoblie is shot out of the sky, just as they enter Wayne property. Terry yells at everyone to run into the manor, telling them to get to the cave through the clock, before confronting the one that shot them down. Blight (I think that's Powers' name), whom is supposed to be dead (fic taking place like mid season three) leaps out and he and Terry clash. During the fight, Terry's cowl get pulled down, and his suit is punctured. Blight eventually gets the upper hand to terry having already been injured in the crash, pick the teenager up by his neck and flinging him across the battlefield. Gotham steps in by this point, killing Blight by devoring him slowly with a swarm of supernatural bats. Terry makes a break for it running inside the manor.

Inside Old Man Wayne, explains what's happening, the timeline is breaking down, and there isn't anything the can to to stop it. Gotham appears in the cave, and Wayne recognizes them. He asks Gotham to spare the children, Gotham agrees after all Wayne has served as her faithful champion for decades, its time they pay him back. Terry tries to argue that he should saved too. Wayne disagrees, saying that he has sins to pay for and he doesn't have long anyway. After a farewell, Gotham, takes Terry, Max, Matt, Dana, and Ace, whirling them away to another more stable dimension.

The group lands in crime ally, in an ally (heh). It's late at night, and cold out. Terry barely makes it a few steps before the adrenaline wares off, and he collapses. Dana stays with him, while Max, Matt, and Ace go looking for help. Long story, short, they get jumped, but Red Hood and White Hawk don't allow kids to get hurt in their ally. Max sees the bat on Hood's uniform, and asks if he knows batman. Hood said he's bat adjacent. And Max grabs his arm and starts to drag him to where Terry and Dana are. Hood is so confused by this action he just freezes, but he's running full speed once he hears Matt say his brother's hurt.

They pretty quickly deduce that Terry's outfit is not a costume, and they call a code Rapunzel. Bruce rushes over to the scene, and after determining that Terry is stable. Takes, them back to the cave (Red Hood and White Hawk riding behind them on Hood's cycle). Bruce gets the run-down of what happened from Terry, during the ride, though Bruce does try to tell him it can weight until after he's seen a doc. Kid doesn't listen, only continues to talk until he's hit with a wave of nausea.

Once at the cave, Terry is handed off to Thomas, and Bruce takes care of the minor cuts and bruises the others have. Max takes up the role of explaining everything, as she was closest to the batman beyond team, other then terry...Then Thomas comes running out ordering everyone to take a decontamination shower. Jet and Jason take Matt while Cass (who was in the cave) took the girls into the respective locker rooms. Thomas diagnoses Terry with acute radiation sickness.

The rest of this fic would be terry slowly recovering and the others adjusting. Matt would be coming to terms with his mother's death, and getting close to his new siblings, especially Damian, Athansia, and Mara as they are the closest in age. Max meets Oracle, begins to train underneath her. Dana, feels out of control and after talking with Selina agrees to get training so she can protect herself. It would end, with the whole family playing rooftop tag on Terry's first patrol.

The next two installments

they would pretty much be follow ups to Zuko/Keiths realities and how they plan on getting their angsty boys back.

Iroh, would get Aang to translate the scroll that Gotham left behind, and a very reluctant John Constantine, sends the Gaang to Gotham.

On Keith's side, Lance and Matt are really ticked off by Shiro (kuron) behavior, and this leads to them digging to find out what is really going on. Red contacts lance through his dreams and tells him that Keith is still alive, and Black is waiting for him. This only furthers Lance and Matt to push forward, Krolia joins them after learning about the name of the former Red Paladin and leaves her mission to go find her son. Eventually they get the real Shiro back, and all he wants to see Keith. The search continues....

Well that's all the planning I have. I did play around with the Idea of Mirabel from Encanto getting picked by Gotham but I'm not sure if it would work. What do you think? is this a good idea to dive deeper into.

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What do you think of Collie going back to the sky. Because the way I see it, he's either all alone up there (probably not good for a young child) or he's gone back to living with the other collectors/archivists (which is probably also not good), Maybe he has found a guardian up there who aren't like his old siblings, an entire species of people can't all be bad, right?

hmmm... well first of all, i would like to say i personally never was a fan of the whole "collectors are emotionless assholes by default but our colly is ⁂⁕special⁕⁂ so hes different" like THATS SO STUPID!!! AND DEFEATS SO MUCH OF THE PURPOSE OF IT BEING IMPACTFUL HE CHOSE BY HIMSELF TO BE GOOD! i think the collector/archivist species is likely very very complicated and has a very rich history and hierarchy we just will never know abt in canon bc 1. theyre not the focus here and 2. well it kind of. ended. so.

BUT WELL. RIGHT! COLLYS FATE! SO UHM.

well. i have good n i have bad feelings about it.

ill start with the bad: i do wish we had seen more of him in the future timeskip, and that he had gotten a more permanent residence. i thiiink the archives are still intact around the titan skull (dont quote me on it though id need to look again), so, no reason why my future idea couldnt be canon with him living there n repurposing them. i think theres definitely a better solution than just sending him away, he couldve still had his little corner to learn stuff, just closer to the ppl he loves n that DO love him back.

HOWEVER.

heres where the good starts: i think it was actually a good idea for him to not become a noceda or a clawthorne. first of all because there was not enough of a bond between himself n those families to want to adopt him, specially there was a lot of trauma involved that cant be erased with how much he wishes to be good for them now. they still clearly care about each other, but theyre not family, maybe theyll never be, n thats fine. theres also another reason, but going into it would require... me being pretty bold about something thats been nagging on my brain ever since the episode aired, and actually talking about that might devolve into a bigger post in and of itself. i MAY make that post in the future and lose my fear of talking about, but im being cautious for now. all im gonna say about it atm is that if they had made him a noceda or a clawthorne, making him kings sibling, it wouldve made things... very awkward. and bad. so.

i think theres also a pretty fatalistic pessimistic way the fandom seems to be viewing this end: its never stated colly went back to the archivists at all, just "the stars", and its not even immediately after the finale events neither is it permanent- he had to have stayed around at least long enough to make that new portal door, and he visits frequently if king mentioning him being around to do something for luzs bday is any indication (not to mention that book lilith was holding that seemed to be about titans and collectors - i think colly mustve helped with info for that right).

me and the archive house server have actually been discussing this quite a bit, and we have reached the conclusion that the best way to describe this was that they "pulled a snufkin". collector is a space vagabond that travels around once in a while and then eventually always comes back to tell of their spoils to the people he still cares about most. and while that may not be satisfying to people who wanted him to be lovingly adopted into a welcoming family, i think its a good enough fate considering he might not even want a family out of the clawthornes, but rather just to be close to king.

and im sure maybe in the future he might decide to settle again at the isles for a more permanent residence. the future is in OUR hands now! we decide what to do with these characters and their future lives, and ive got a LOT of ideas.

#toh spoilers #Commander's answers

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nicegaai · 6 months

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having nor/ice thoughtssssssssssssss sad sad whiny kitty cat noises. wahhhh. im thinking about them wahhhhhhhh. WAHHH

what if i took all my small canonverse ideas and compiled them into ONESHOTSSSSS........................................ and what if they were CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED ..... and showed RELATIONSHIP PROGRESSION over the course of 1000 years ...... and it wasnt that deep but i pretended it was and called it something like "i was meant to keep you warm" because i love to steal fox/i/ng lyrics. maybe even id find a way to make this a 5 times + 1 time format.

if i can wrestle my way into figuring out what goes on in nors head i could do it. ive figured that i want ice to never ever see him as a brother. my vision is that nor is iceladns hot babysitter fantasy and first crush that never goes away. he wants to marry him when he grows up but then his feelings stay that way and it never ever ever ever ever goes away and only gets worse. u understand? do u see it

and UNFORTUNATELY nor knows ic/eland likes him from the beginning. he can tell from like ice's adolescence onwards and is like yeah idk about all that...... but the attention is flattering and he loves this little guy so much and thinks its sweet. he doesnt get to visit often but ice writes him a lot because hes in love with him ykwim and nor loves him so much too (platonic) and always writes back.

and yeah they go through periods of living together for various reasons. sickness unions famines etc etc. not ever for long and nothing ever happens. if adolescent iceland pushed boundaries, nor would humor him a little with like...a kiss, bc he spoils him, but ultimately he hard-shuts it down. and ice would be traumatized forever and block the memory out / be eternally tormented at night by the time he did such and such so is the worst person alive etc

and ice begins teen life with the whole he will never love me and i am a tormented soul shtick. now he writes to him less, tries to put more distance between them... so it hurts less and all that. hes not GOOD at pretending he hates nor or whatever but its easy to lose connection when messages are rare and visits are rarer

he spends much more time at denmarks than with no.rway. he sees den.mark as a proper older brother / uncle / fatherly figure. hes closer emotionally to him and lives with him more and all that. his tutors are danish and he goes to boarding school in cop.enhagen in the 1800s. idk how this ties into the romance necessarily but its timeline relevant. whether or not denmark picks up on the crush , i dont know. i could go either way lol. also, den + nors relationship is strictly brotherly btw. ironically. because theres not enough fics where theyre platonic and i really do enjoy them that way too

nor and ice remain distant for several hundred years. its once ice gets into his pushing for independence mixed with modern technology for better communication ..... somewhere between say, the invention of the airplane and landline phones, nor and ice repair their relationship. iceland is coming into adulthood (independence) for real, and is SO mature about his international relationships. he can be so mature and normal about norway. he can sit down with him and have lunch and discuss business and norway wont talk down at him for being young at all (lie) and he'll be so chill about that and not yell at him (he only does it once) (he only has to do it once)

all this isnt to say n.orway himself didnt attempt to stay close over the years, but ic.eland wasnt reciprocating, and even if they saw each other every year at christmas (doubt) that doesnt make them really CLOSE. but i think iceland was always particularly special to him bc of how close they were as kids. and they WERE both kids back then. little icela.nd sent him letters while nor was like 14 at best. i believe in teen mom norway and his eldest sondaughter icey. at least from nors perspective. even tho hes so absent so much of the time. when he comes around he showers him in gifts as a love language even way back when

anyway, ice.land still has an obvious crush on nor and nor finds it SO cute. like he could just pinch his cheeks and coo at him for it. ice tries to keep a lid on his emotions but can only do so much. nor doesnt SAY anything to point sus behavior out. but as soon as he notices,,,, its like there was no time apart, to nor. ice is so closed off and stiff and weird around him and nor wishes he would relax so they can connect properly and he honestly CANT

the solution is to drink otgether i think. at some point. maybe not immediately but they'll get to it.

icela.nd isnt like oohg im too young to drink, i think hes just lived long enough that hes a bit Over It / doesnt want to act like an idiot / really doesnt want to act like an idiot in front of nor. but nor could peer pressure him into anything if he really tried so they finally get tipsy together and i think that goes a long way to repair their relationship.

they do this many times and as long as ice is careful to not drink a lot he'll be fine. hes gotta keep his wits about him and still be able to feel shame. one time he indulges a little hard and i think ice trauma dumps on him and they kiss to make up for the time nor pushed him away and nor didnt realize he was still hurting so much about that. nor is tipsy enough to do it (not even drunk) and afterwards he goes ohh wait i kind of enjoyed that. and do it a few more times then make out for a while and it doesnt go anywhere, they fall asleep

the next day they completely remember kissing and know the other remembers it and just mutually dont talk about it.

icelan.d is VISIBLY struggling even harder around him for at least a few days until he gets a handle on his emotions. and nor has a lot to think about. in general.

i dont know where the dna stuff comes in. im falling asleep while typeing this

but icelan.d obvioiusly is like wtf? we arent related. thats impossible. i cant even fathom this. and nor.way is like you are the closest i will ever have to family and i am your biological father and icel.and is like what the fuck ew you can say brother as much as you want but never say father again im begging you and nor is like Bet.

and then they test and they're first degree related. father or brother would be appropriate. and nor is like yeah obviously (already believed this when he kissed him) and ic.eland is like (max harlow voice) SUICIDE !! SUICIDE !!

icelan.d sits with that information for a while but his crush still doesnt go away. nor gives him space and also sits with the information. he never thought he'd end up here but he decides that hes into it. its kinda hot. I Do believe in slutty n.orway supremacy i thnk hes slept with most of europe and doesnt have a strong internal sense of familial boundaries considering he is a landmass and is like yeah id do that again we're both adults hes cute whatever

next time they see each other nor comes onto him. and ice is squeemish about it but this is also everything hes ever wanted. whats he gonna do, say no?

at this point i fell asleep but im awake again uhhhh

ic.eland gets to cope with being a creep a weirdo and getting what he wanted in the worst way possible and nor gets to torment him with the brother thing not as a kink but bcz it makes him uncomfortable and he thinks its funny.

i forgot to talk about the actual oneshot ideas that inspired this in the first place didnt i. oh well

aaaaaaaaaaaaand post

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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Could Edward self improve? if something like the aro reading scene in two men happened without all the surrounding drama could Edward actually self reflect? Even maybe become a little less… Edward?

Anon's referring to Two Men and a Baby, where in one scene Aro and Edward have a man-to-man conversation (with Renata and Bella standing awkwardly nearby) where Aro tells him that Edward is a very noble man whose moral compass is so skewed that he ends up doing vile things. Edward believes Aro is a talented sophist playing mind games.

Well, few things in this world are impossible.

I think it could happen.

It'd be difficult, and unlikely, but it could.

What's Up with Edward?

Edward does do self-reflection. He actually does quite a bit of it.

Throughout the series he drops hints that he's well aware that something's not right with him and that he's an inherently dangerous person. He both tells Bella this, warning her away from her while also being sure to draw her in closer. He also spends most of Midnight Sun thinking this, he pictures a demon living inside his mind, his vampiric self that he must constantly battle against and repress.

He blames his vampirism, to a point, but there's an acknowledgement that his persona is a bit of a mask. He tries to be who he wishes to be, which is ultimately to emulate Carlisle as close he can, and is well aware that beneath that facade--he is something horrible.

In Bella, he believes he can become a better person, he has to in order to be remotely worthy of her. He wants to be the kind of person that Bella deserves, and this drives his actions throughout the series. When he fails, often, he is aware of it until he... isn't.

He does know that sneaking into Bella's room when she's unaware to leer at her while she sleeps is a disturbing and bad thing to do. But he justifies it to himself, it's alright because he has to protect her. Then he hates himself for being relieved that he has a justification for actions that he knows are morally wrong. (And when Bella is completely alright with it he's able to let this go as it's no longer a secret from her and it is now acceptable. God forbid she'd said 'no', because he'd still be in there doing it anyway but hating himself even more.)

So, More Self Reflection?

Yeeees but no.

Edward knows what he is. It's not even deep down, really, he's pretty aware of it for all he doesn't wish to acknowledge it. And he does want to be a better person and looks for role models to do so.

Being aware of who he is, what he wants, etc. just causes Edward to hate himself. Because who he is is not who he wants to be.

Accepting his id, for lack of a better term, would probably make him worse as this is an Edward who would do what he wants when he wants. He'd eat Bella, he'd murder Mike Newton for daring to be in her presence, he'd murder Biology so he could eat Bella in the most efficient manner, he'd murder Jacob for being Bella's friend, all those impulse thoughts we see Edward repress he'd probably do.

Except he'd be more at peace with himself, at least more resigned to it, because this is who he is and what he really wants. It'd be, in that sense, a much more stable Edward but he would be awful.

I think Edward, funny enough, is at least at the start of the right path: he knows his decision making isn't always sound and he wants to be a different person who does right by the world.

He just doesn't know what doing right by the world means.

Most of the time, he has a clue. Murdering all of Biology is bad, Carlisle would be sad. Murdering St. Marcus' Square would be bad, Carlisle would be sad. Murdering Bella Swan would be bad, Carlisle would be sad.

Edward does already have his "What Would Carlisle Do?" (WWCD) bracelet and he references it a fuck ton. And it saves us from a lot of horrific tragedies. However, there are times when he references it and... chooses not to do it. Or times when he doesn't realize he should be referencing it right about now.

For Edward to change he has to wrap his head around a few things that I'm... not sure he can.

Actions vs. Thoughts

Edward consistently views intent as more important than actions taken. I think this is in part due to his mind reading ability, he believes he knows people due to their thoughts and so long as their thoughts are in the right place, so long as they intended the right thing, the action almost doesn't matter.

Edward has a very bizarre moment of empathy with a pedophilic rapist during his Batman days, what's very clear from this episode is how sympathetically Edward views him because he sees the man as having little choice in the matter.

This man was planning to rape and murder a six-year-old girl, he had enacted his plan, and while Edward did kill him, Edward seemed to find him much more sympathetic than even his initial alcoholic victims because the man had... I guess we'll call them 'the right intentions'. He was aware that what he was doing was wrong but saw no recourse.

Compare this with, say, Aro, who Edward judges to be a treacherous snake with power on his mind. Aro lets Alice, Edward, and Bella leave, an incredibly generous (unecessarily so) action. Edward views him as a despicable tyrant after this action alone (note this is before Eclipse when they had just cause to believe the Volturi were corrupt and attempting to kill them in a power struggle).

Or even Rosalie, who he views with disdain primarily because he doesn't like her thoughts. The way he views her is colored by what he hears going on in her head, not what she does or chooses to say. (Rinse and repeat for Jessica Stanley, Angela Weber, and even Bella Swan because Edward can just project what he wants into her head and her actions are an afterthought.)

Edward never realizes this about himself.

This isn't even on his radar, and I think he'd have a hard time believing it because he thinks he genuinely knows people due to his gift.

Edward sincerely believes that if he catches you thinking about your Chipotle order then you're a boring plebian and a gluttonous pig who never has an interesting thought in your head.

His gift makes him believe that thoughts are the underlying truth of a human being when they're really more just disparate snapshots in time that, generally, tell you very little about a person.

I think to grow as a person, Edward has to figure this out. Which would be... hard as this is tied into Edward's identity and sense of self-worth. He is important in part because he is gifted. This would be admitting his gift isn't all that useful or at least not as useful as he'd thought.

Teenage Narcissism

Edward, like most seventeen-year-olds, can't see beyond himself. He would tell you he's not a selfish person, and he does care deeply about his family and is in many ways quite selfless (as he does believe he's making great sacrifices for various characters' wellbeing), but everything at the end of the day is about him. he's not unique in this in the Twilight cast: Bella does the same thing as does Jacob.

There's a lot of teenagers in Twilight and they all delightfully act like teenagers and are convinced they're super mature.

"I was born middle aged," Bella says, completely and utterly serious.

Edward puts everyone through so much because, at the end of the day, everything is about him. His is this overpowering, all encompassing, love that requires his family move to do what he wants. It's not about what Bella wants, because she's wrong, it's about what he wants and she'll see that he's right in time.

Edward has no clue that he does this. He genuinely believes he's looking out for Bella's wellbeing especially as well as the family in general.

And... it'd be hard for him to see this. He hasn't in a hundred years, Bella tells him he acts a lot older than seventeen and he puffs out his chest and says, "Yes, I am very mature". (He is the most seventeen-year-old in existence.)

I'm not sure Edward was turned with the brain development to be able to see this for himself, even if someone points it out to him. Even if he becomes dimly aware of it... then it'll be about him and how selfish and awful of a person he is and everyone must hate him AND WOE.

But it is something that would help Edward as a person if he could acknowledge and at least stop and slow down and think that perhaps he should consider other people's perspective, feelings, or just their existence in the world.

He thinks he does but... he really doesn't.

Conclusion

I don't want to say it's impossible but... it's looking very unlikely. I'll put it this way, Bella Swan was a huge catalyst for change in Edward's life. His world got flipped upside down, he suddenly had another person he deeply cared about in a way he never had anyone before. He hurt her deeply, on multiple occasions, and witnessed the consequences of doing so and...

He didn't change.

At all.

His big moment of growth is admitting that vampires are not an inherently damned race because his daughter surely possesses a soul.

He then proceeds to effectively sell that daughter off to Jacob Black, calling Jake his son-in-law. He sees nothing wrong with this in any way.

Basically, if I were writing a fic where the premise was "Edward improves as a person" I have no idea what the fuck I'd write. Because I just don't see how it would happen.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

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i’m not sure if your matchups are open but feel free to delete or ignore if they’re not!

i use they/he pronouns (genderfluid, but more masc leaning rn), im 5 ft tall (but honestly it’s right between 4’11 and 5 ft), and i’m pretty thin to say the least (like a slightly squished rectangle). i’m also canto-viet (raised vietnamese, speaks both cantonese and vietnamese) and i try my best to be as immersed in my cultures as much as i can. i also have short black hair, reaching the bottom of my ear!

i love to read, draw, sing, write, anything creative i’ll enjoy (but if my partner is interested in smth i’ll immediately hop ship and start hyperfixating with them) and id be very much happy to present my partner with several drawings dedicated just for them. i also love video games, especially dating sims and rhythm games!! type wise, i don’t look at appearances, when it comes to partners! i like intelligent people, people i can hold a conversation with and ramble on about the topic we’re discussing, other than that i don’t have much else!

your works are so nice……. pls keep it up muah muah

I paired you up with...

♡ Brahms Heelshire ♡

I was this close 🤏🏻 to give you corey but then I thought that since he's fairly new and (un)fairly disliked I would play it safe with our old good stinky wall man

I don't know but I feel like you could match brahms unhinged energy. I have this feeling he would find very stimulating and nice to be around you

Look, I don't care if people say it's not true but BRAHMS IS A MAN OF CULTURE. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN WHERE HE LIVES? HIS PARENTS? THIS MAN DIDN'T HAD THE FUCKING CHOICE DO BE STUPID AND UNCULTURED

He's like really smart and really enjoys learning about new stuff so please for the love of God teach him Cantonese and Vietnamese PLEASE, IT WOULD MAKE HIM SO HAPPY TO LEARN SOMETHING THAT CAN BRING HIM CLOSER TO YOU. he wants to know everything about your culture the minute you say its something important for you. Plus he has no way to learn about the world other than reading about places on his books so having someone who can actually give him more detailed information it's really appreciated.

Bro loves music so much and would love to have little dates where both of you can listen to new music together so he can recommend you stuff and you can make him listen to new artists too. Your hobbies in general align very well with what brahms likes and can do, and they're perfect for date activities. He has a very hard time interacting with people without involving something to bond together, he feels like if he can show you he is good at doing stuff and he's not just a weirdo living inside the walls then maybe you will have it easier to accept him. He is always focusing around the idea that to be loved you need to earn it somehow so expect a lot of hyperfixation from his part on whatever you like so you can see him as someone likeable

In general just spending time with you It's enough to make him happy. HE WOULD CRY IF YOU DRAW HIM OR DOODLE HIM SOMEHOW. LIKE HE WOULD HAVE SUCH A CONFIDENCE BOOST BC IF HIS AWESOME S/O DRAWS HIM THEN MAYBE HE'S NOT THAT BAD. he will put all of your drawings around the house, at the cost of having to take down old paintings

I can imagine both of you playing dating games. He would be obsess with tbh, like the whole idea of having virtual lovers to interact with and talk its honestly the fucking best. Keep in mind he's not used to this stuff, you'll have to explain him almost everything but he learns fast dw. HE WOULD PROBABLY LOVE THE NEW DATING SLASHER GAME, HE WOULD DEFEND JASON AND BUBBA WITH HIS WHOLE HEART. ngl bro could probably be a slasher fucker

If you like smart guys and nice convos he's literally the man for you. He is not stupid AND I HATE HATE HATE THE IDEA OF HIM NOT LIKING LEARNING OR STUDYING. LIKE HAVE WE NOT SEE THE SAME MOVIE? HOW CAN YOU IGNORE THOSE DARK ACADEMIA BIG BRAIN ENERGY VIBES GOING ON? He loves learning and loves to talk about everything and anything he learns. He hates how sometimes his parents always treated him as if he was stupid, never talking with him unless it was to treat him like a fucking kid so please do have conversations with him, discuss stuff, debate even. He is very capable and very good at maintaining entertaining conversations plus it would help him feel more normal

Anyhow I hope you liked it bro IF I MISSED SOMETHING LET ME KNOW

This matchup made me think about this song:

Bad habit by Steve lacy

#slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #horror movies #slasher headcanons #slasher #slasher matchups #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016

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ashrillvenheim · 2 years

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Awakening Past

Chapter 04

I thought the previous chapter was a little too short. I've had some free days so I decided to give one chapter more. The fifth chapter will be the last one before the time skip. Thank you for all your support and I hope you like this one too :3

pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

Content: romance, angst, gore, erotic/suggestive themes at some point (+18), slow burn, violence, action.

If you feel unconfortable with any of this genres or you are a minor, please don’t keep reading, thank you.

Word count: to much to count (minimum of 2k-3k) :3

About: Saddler is dead, and with him the threat that was hanging over the two survivors of the island. Leon and Ashley return home with the intention of getting their lives back on track, but it's not going to be that easy. Two years have passed since they returned from that hell and it seems that everything is back to its place, but it seems that Spain was only the beginning.

A transition from RE4 Leon to ID Leon.

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CHAPTER 04

She screamed between walls, escaping from the shadows that crawled inside her, tearing her apart and slowly devouring her. The painkillers reached a point where they could not be given in any more quantity without causing a cardiac arrest.

Sometimes she would just cry and look for him in the dark, until he would come out of his corner and see her. She would only calm down when she met the blue of his eyes and then she would realize she was okay.

But it wasn't viable.

Her amber eyes opened staring at the ceiling. She hadn't slept again and already felt the heaviness in her body.

The sedatives were no longer enough and only Leon's voice ended up making her sleep, only to wake up again two hours later, from beeing devoured by deformed wolves.

She sighed looking at her hands, now without bandages, where the fine lines of the healed cuts were visible. Her back had also improved, but she had been warned that it was going to leave a very ugly mark.

Well, he had already assumed as much when that axe hit him.

She leaned her elbows on the mattress to raise her head to the other room in front of her.

Leon was still asleep, she couldn't see him.

She sighed. She didn't sleep, but she wouldn't let Leon sleep either. He would come to her when she called out his name incessantly at night and then probably never fall asleep again, at least not until she calmed down.

She remembered how she managed to fall asleep when she was by her side, but now they were apart and they wouldn't let them get together again.

Then an idea occurred to her. The doctors might not quite agree, but if they didn't come through that door to stop her, she planned to try.

Very carefully and quietly she stood up, trying not to strain her wounds and not to wake his companion.

She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down until her bare fingers caressed the sterile surface. A shiver ran down her spine at the cold touch of the artificial floor.

Hands to work.

***

He heard a thump. A shiver ran through his body as he emerged from the realm of dreams.

Had Ashley woken up?

He'd managed to get some more sleep despite hearing her screaming her heart out. Maybe it was the doctors checking up on her. He rolled over in bed and looked at the laptop.

6:30. It wasn't the doctors.

He groaned pulling his eyelids apart and pushing the sheets away. He heard something shuffling, along with bare footsteps.

What was she doing?

He massaged his eyes as he walked yawning toward the glass window. He was stunned to see a mattress attached to the thick glass and her blonde companion bringing all the sheets.

“Ashley? What are you doing?”

Her amber orbs lifted up at him, surrounded by dark circles under her eyes, but she still gave him a dazzling smile.

“Good morning, I've decided to move. Maybe if I am closer, the nightmares will cancel each other out.”

Leon's eyes widened at those words, the same ones she said to him when she woke him from a bad dream.

Kennedy couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

“Well, you'll have to pay the rent.”

“I'll cook you a steak the way my mother used to, deal?”

“That's fine with me.”

Ashley finished pulling back the blankets and stood up smoothly.

“I'm Ashley Graham, your new neighbor.”

Leon laughed and disappeared for a second. There was another thump and the mattress slid in front of her and then he came over.

“I'm Leon Kennedy, nice to meet you.”

They both laughed and Ashley was soon sitting cross-legged.

Leon noticed that she was moving more freely.

“How are your injuries?” he asked as he sat down as well.

She looked at her hands and feet.

“The truth is that they don't hurt anymore. Only my back bothers me when I move around too much.”

“That sounds fine.”

Ashley stared at him for a few seconds, then interlocked her fingers nervously.

“I wanted to... apologize... for everything" he raised an uncomprehending eyebrow. “For making you spend sleepless nights because of me.

“Hey, princess, please don't apologize for that.” He looked down at their mattresses, separated by a few inches of solid glass.”Look, since it's still early, what do you say if we try to rest and see if that theory of yours works?”

“The nightmare thing?”

“It's been years since my last math class, but if I remember correctly, negative plus negative is positive, right?”

She grinned from ear to ear and lay down curled up against the glass, as close as she could to him.

Leon mimicked her and they slipped between the sheets.

“Good night Leon.”

“Good night princess.”

***

Whispers echoed in the depths, a soft echo and this time they were not screams, only purrs that rocked her. It was pleasant, even though she didn't know where she was.

Her body felt relaxed and she sighed at the calm that flooded her. The warmth of the sheets enveloped her softly, wrapping her, protecting her.

Her sleep began to become lighter and slowly the whispers became clearer, forming more coherent words. She heard a deep voice, accompanied by a softer one, and as she began to wake up, she decided to open her eyes lazily.

She blinked several times until she focused on a broad back, sitting at the table in front of the laptop.

“Next time don't take so long to send me the reports.” Hunnigan sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose.

Leon snorted.

“Some excitement is nice to break the monotony, don't you think?”

“Not when I have deadlines, Kennedy.” he paused, sighing. “How's Ashley doing?”

Leon turned in his seat and a big smile tugged at his lips as he saw her sit up with a yawn.

“Look, Sleeping Beauty has decided to wake up.”

Ashley laughed sitting up in the sheets.

“Good morning Leon, good morning Hunnigan.”

The operator agent smiled.

“Good afternoon Ashley.”

She opened her eyes widely, afternoon? She looked at Leon's screen and saw what time it was.

15:30

Had she slept eight hours in a row?

The young woman's surprised face made Leon laugh.

“I thought it would take an earthquake to wake you up." the agent joked and a throat clearing behind him replied sarcastically.

“Says the one who woke up just an hour ago.”

Ashley looked at Leon, who scratched the back of his neck with a slight blush on his ears. She smiled with her heart racing with joy.

“It looks like my theory has worked.”

Leon looked at her and though he didn't realize it, Hunnigan saw the sweetness with which he watched Ashley, the way his lips curved subtly, as if he saw in her the rays of the sun.

“Well” Ingrid interrupted the eye contact. "Now that I've got you both awake, I'll catch you up.

Leon got up to grab the laptop and sit on the mattress next to Ashley.

She thanked him for the gesture and they both looked at Ingrid like students at their teacher.

“You have two more weeks of quarantine. Once it's over you'll go home and have to fill out some reports.” she paused to look at Ashley. “ I know it's not pleasant, but even though Leon has filled out everything that has happened since he found you, we need to have a record of what happened from your abduction until he located you.”

Ashley's gaze darkened for a few seconds. Memories crawling from the back of her mind, threatened to embrace her with nightmares again. She shook her head quickly and looked at the worried Leon with a smile.

“Leon has already done all the hard work, what I have to contribute is hardly relevant, so I'll be fine.

Hunnigan looked at her for a few seconds and then continued.

“When you fill in everything, Leon will be given his next orders. We do not yet know what he will be entrusted with, but probably a long vacation.”

Leon grunted, leaning back against the glass and throwing his head back.

“I hope so.”

Ashley looked at the man, noticing his neck stretched out, muscles extended and strong. Honestly, she was wondering if she had some sort of fixation on necks and collarbones.

“And as for you, Ashley.” Hunnigan's call brought her out of her thoughts. “Your father has been processing your absence from the university. The Minister of Education is a good friend of his, so he has taken it upon himself to excuse your absence.

“What's the story?”

Hunnigan was surprised at how direct she had been.

“The official story is that you had a serious medical condition, which meant you had to travel to Europe for treatment that wasn't offered here. There was no call for exchange students, so that option was not viable. You won't get kicked out of college, but....

Ashley realized what she meant.

“I have to make up these two months of exams and studies, I get the idea.”

Leon looked at her somewhat curiously, undecided whether to ask.

“What are you studying?”

Ashley turned to him.

“Biology.”

That answer took him by surprise. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that she would study that.

“What? Are you surprised?” she laughed, seeing the bewilderment in his blue eyes.

“Well...honestly, ...I wasn't expecting it.” he gave up with a nervous laugh. Ashley wanted to punch him in the shoulder, but had to settle for snorting sarcastically.

“I may be blonde, but I'm not that dumb.”

Leon held up his hands in innocence.

“I didn't say that.”

Ashley looked at him with a lopsided smile and turned to Hunnigan.

“How will my stay there be managed? I doubt my father will let me live as I was before.”

The agent typed for a couple of seconds and then replied.

“He wants to assign you a personal bodyguard, plus therapy for nightmares and insomnia. Nothing is officiall yet, but that's the plan, plus finding an apartment and remodeling it’s security.

“Yeah..." whispered Ashley, "I thought so.”

The two agents looked at the young woman and then at each other.

“Well, until then we'll have time to train.”

Ashley arched her eyebrows at Leon.

“Training?”

The agent gave his trademark lopsided grin.

“Did you think you'd spend the rest of the quarantine sleeping?”

“Uh... yes?”

Leon's lips widened and his smile turned amused.

“Oh, I don´t think so.”

***

He said and he followed through.

For the next two weeks Ashley was able to curse Leon ad nauseam. As soon as the doctors gave her back injury an approval, the agent set up a training program for her. As soon as she heard him say what he had planned for her she grabbed the mattress and dragged it across the room, away from him.

“Oh, come on, princess.” he said laughing, theatrically offended.

“You don't want to train me, you want to laugh at me.” Ashley mumbled, curled up in a ball between the sheets.

“Why do you say that?”

“Leon, I don't know how to do half of those exercises.”

The agent stretched out his arms.

“And that's what I'm here for, Miss Graham.”

Ashley looked at him suspiciously, but it was so hard to say no with that smile....

“If I break anything, I'm not going to protect you from my father.”

Leon put his hand on his heart.

“I wouldn't do anything that puts you in danger, you know that.”

That time his smile was no longer teasing.

It was sincere.

And she couldn't say no to him anymore.

That's how the rest of the days went.

Ashley started rehab while Leon continued with his daily workouts and then in the evenings the agent and her worked together. He wanted Ashley to regain some strength so he could teach her some techniques that might come in handy in the future. He didn't know if he would continue to hold the position to protect the president's family or if she would be given new assignments, so for now all he could do was teach her some basic tricks.

At first Ashley was embarrassed. The nerves of imagining herself screwing up in front of Leon were getting the better of her, but he was doing them with her. They stood next to each other on the glass and went through the drills.

She had time to watch him do his exercises and to admire him when his shirt stuck to him with sweat. But even though it was hard not to stare at his Greek sculpture body, she tried to focus on watching his movements as well. She was incapable of fighting like that, so she limited herself to trying to understand the succession of keys, kicks and punches.

Once she even went so far as to ask him if he would ever teach her to do a Suplex, to which Leon flatly refused, knowing that if she did it wrong it could send her entire back rehab to hell.

Spain never came up in any conversation again. Leon had found that since they had put the mattresses together on the floor, they both slept better, although that didn't mean that every now and then one of them woke up running away from nightmares. When that happened, the other would answer and they would have chats between whispers and giggles. They didn't want the cameras to hear their conversations.

They used to stick to the glass. Leon would tell her stupid things he had done as a child and Ashley would tell him anecdotes from when her mother was still alive.

Leon found out a lot about her. Her mother died when she was a child and her father had not had a relationship with anyone else since then, he only had her. That made him understand how important she was and how hard it must have been, for her father, to wait, while Leon and Ashley were in Spain.

She told him that her mother taught her to sing from a young age and that she always tried to do it to keep her memory. She told him that there was a melody she composed when she was pregnant with her and that she sang it to her every day, even after her birth.

“It is the melody I have ever heard you murmur.” whispered the agent. Ashley looked at him in surprise.

“I don't remember singing it in front of you.”

Leon could not see the blush that covered her cheeks.

“On your sleep.”

Ashley's embarrassment left her speechless, but a soft chuckle cheered her up.

“Don't worry, you have a very nice voice, although I'd like to hear you awake sometime.”

“I don't know if you deserve it.” She murmured playfully, eliciting a chuckle from the agent who tapped his fingertips on the thick glass.

��You know I do.” his voice was a husky caress that made her tingle.

Of course he deserved it, that and much more.

The nights became more bearable and Ashley soon began to feel better in training with Leon. Her spirits increased and the smile was something that was already beginning to paint her lips almost daily. The hours turned into days and the days into weeks, eventually finding themselves dressed in regular clothes. They had been provided with new clothes, giving them their old ones, along with all their personal effects, in a box. Ashley changed into jeans that were a little baggy for her and a sweatshirt. With her heart in her fist she grabbed the box and headed for the door.

40 days.

40 days locked up is like hamsters.

The door beeped and slid open to let the young woman breathe. Ashley inhaled deeply and tears nearly spilled from her eyes. She took a step outside and heard another beep. She turned to meet blue orbs that broke into a smile at the sight of her. Ashley stared at Leon for a few long seconds, thoughtful and undecided. Then she set the box down and walked toward him. Leon could only push his container away with one hand before he felt the woman's arms wrap around his neck. He wrapped his free limb around her waist and unconsciously plunged his face into her hair. How good she smelled now with a good fresh shower, subtly lavender and pine.

He felt Ashley cling to him, pressing her torso against his and sighing with his closeness.

“I never would have thought I'd miss a hug so much.”

Leon laughed, firming his grip on her waist tightly.

“Me neither…”His answer was barely a whisper in her ear and for a few seconds they both closed their eyes, simply enjoying each other's closeness.

“It won't be long before the plane takes off.”

The voice startled them causing them to quickly pull apart with their pulses racing.

Ashley still felt Leon's warmth and his scent accompanied her for the entire trip.

“Shall we go home?” she smiled.

“We're going home.” he affirmed.

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art-of-tek · 2 years

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I came to the horrifying realization that I haven't drawn a single piece of Tek and their sister Arteya interacting yet! So here we go. Tek caught Arteya a young jackalope, not realizing that their sister is vegetarian.

I guess I could also go on depth on the diets of the sapient species of Nyerla here? The thylacines of Nyerla used to be carnivorous only in times long past, however in recent times have evolved to have a diet closer to bears/pigs/raccoons where they are omnivorous and eat pretty much everything. However, most thylacines do still rely at least partly on meat (usually about 50% at least) for their diets, though they also eat a wide variety of other things such as vegetables, fruits, nuts and mushrooms. There's also plenty of vegetarian/vegan thylacines (such as Arteya), though. Pescetarian thylacines also exist, but since fish is not and has never been a large part of their diets this is rather rare.

There's also the difference between "civilized" thylacines, which live in modern societies in villages, which tend to be more omnivorous, and "traditional/wild" thylacines (like Tek) who live in nature away from villages (alone or in small groups) and rely mostly on meat for their foods like their ancestors. They also don't farm their food like "civilized" thylacines, but rather hunt them traditionally without weapons or traps; tooth and claw only.

As for the other species I've introduced so far:

-Wolves are carnivorous but occasionally supplement their diets with stuff like berries. This also applies to Cirrus, however he lacks the usual appetite of a wolf so he eats much smaller portions than is healthy (hence why he looks so permanently underfed).

-Cougars in Nyerla are strictly carnivorous and cannot survive on anything else. They may eat other things like berries or fruits, however it has zero nutritional value to them and is only done for the sake of snacking.

-Pantherathkis eat a wide variety of things, mostly food you won't find on the ground as they have their own unique ecosystems in the clouds. They do also occasional hunt flying creatures, however they refuse to hunt certain types of wyvern as they have a big respect for said creatures. Pantherathkis aren't really stuck to one diet and can pretty much eat whatever they want, with the exception that eating too much "ground dweller" food such as non-flying animal meat or earth-grown fruits and vegetables can make them sick. Pantherathkis pretty much have the liberty of choosing what diet they want, hypercarnivorous, carnivorous, omnivorous, vegetarian or vegan. Again, pescetarianism doesn't really apply here since they inhabit the skies and there's no flying fish in Nyerla and they refuse to get close enough to the ground to fish on the planet.

Also, yes, Tek is pretty tiny when compared to Arteya haha.

[ID: A digital drawing of two thylacines. One with saturated brown colors and brown eyes is sitting in the middle with an non-amused expression and her mouth half open. She's talking to another thylacine, a much paler individual wearing a vest that is standing on the right, their lower half being cut off by the image. This thylacine is an undead taxidermy mount as is shown by the stitches on them. They have brown glass eyes and are carrying a dead young jackalope, a rabbit-like animal with deer-like spots and a feathered tail, in their jaws, with some slight bloodstains on it. They are looking at the other thylacine with a slightly annoyed expression. End ID.]

#my art #digital art #original character #thylacine #tasmanian tiger #nyerla

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hello bestie!! its been such a long time aaa i know i've been gone for months. i did some traveling and relaxing but now i'm back! i said id do an analysis on moc 45, but i just read 46 and i HAVE to get my thoughts out on it. ill also read the third chapter of blood masquerade soon hehe >:) but i hope youve been well! i see you have a lot of projects for yourself and wips—im very happy for you <3 ive been doing a lot better too since ive been on break. but without further ado, moc 46! - siren

hello beloved my darling siren i’ve missed you dearly!!! i’ve been gone as well no worries huehue TT im glad to hear you got to take some time for yourself and got to travel and relax that sounds so lovely 🤧 i have been taking a break myself as well so im slowly slowly working back into being active and getting back into the swing of things here hopefully 🤧 NOW! let’s get into the MEAT OF THINGS 🍽️

Firstly, the MC and Wooyoung. We get a lot of backstory and context from Wooyoung about the life that they've lived, why Seonghwa is different from them, and sirens in general—plenty of interesting exposition. However, the main thing I want to focus on is Wooyoung's character development from when we learned that he killed another siren to now, where we get to hear his full POV on everything. It's interesting to see his emotional growth thus far and his overall awareness of himself.

this chapter was really forward with the exposition on many fronts, i think i called it the ‘talking chapter’ quite a bit but that’s really what it was! and moving forward, we’ll see a lot more of that siren lore and discussion coming forward as well! i think what’s omst interesting about all this coming from woo is also knowing in the back of our minds that this is growth he achieved alone, he didn’t have yeosang after their argument and no one else knows what he is aside from seonghwa, who was preoccupied, and yn who was absent.

This chapter really puts into perspective the weight of everything he's had to go through, and the fact that he's carrying trauma from both himself AND the MC. I don't think it's selfish to feel angry that she forgot everything, even if she couldn't control it, but here we sort of see the stabilization of Wooyoung's emotions and, again, coming to terms with everything. He's in a better place now on the crew, but the MC showing up probably turned everything upside down for him. A BIG theme this chapter is acceptance and closure. Wooyoung is honestly one of my least favorite characters because of how volatile he can be, his arguably unhealthy relationship with Yeosang, and the way he chooses to handle his problems. But flawed does not mean bad. He is one of the most flawed characters, but I think that makes him so much more interesting. We can see his mistakes and how he slowly grows from them and accepts them. It doesn't excuse things, but he is growing. That much trauma will do stuff to you. It's understandable why Wooyoung is so flawed, even if his past actions aren't excusable. But again, he's in a more stable place now, and he's able to open up to the MC in a way he can't do with anyone else because now she remembers. They're both still figuring out their powers, but the bond they've shared for YEARS is finally getting mended again—that inexplicable bond where you're closer than blood. This closes old doors but also opens new ones.

i think this is a super good point as well, the idea that wooyoung had so many years to work through the loss of mc then suddenly she’s back in his life but not only that, she doesn’t recognize him or remember him or anything at all, and while it’s clear that she’s not fine, she’s clearly not carrying the weight of what wooyoung knows both of them went through. this theme of acceptance and closure will carry through to the next chapter as well and throughout the end of the act but i’d say aside from mc, we see yunho and wooyoung handling their issues in the most unhealthy ways. and now finally we can see some growth in him where now that mc does remember and now that yeosang took that step back from him, he can see himself and reflect and see where he’s gone wrong, and he can find some proper footing to move forward in a better way. while things between him and mc, as well as things between him and yeosang, could possibly never go back to being exactly the way they were, we’ll see wooyoung learning to cope with that as well as well as see the consequences of his actions to grow from it too.

Also, everything that's happened with Yeosang and the MC makes things so, so, so much more interesting between them. I LIVE for that relationship where he just wants to hate her so badly, but he CAN'T. It's so good I'm ascending. I can't wait to see how things develop and resolve between them BECAUSE YES. I also wanna go a little out of order and talk about Minho and Jisung first before I get to Hongjoong because there's so much I wanna dissect about that scene omg.

from the very beginning the number one question i’ve gotten is ‘why does yeosang hate mc so much’ and it was AGONIZING to keep that knowledge to myself for SO long but to finally reveal this is why and to see people look back at acts one thru five and see the ‘oh that’s why he did/said that!’ is sO SO SO good for me as a writer to see that payoff unfold i ADORE seeing it!

So, the whole Minho interaction just DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME. He's obviously a little loopy and drugged up from what we can see, but WHY would Jisung do that? Maybe Minho has tried to escape before and there have been consequences, but why now? When the MC visits Jisung in the barn, he's given up. He knows he's lost, so he has to let everything go. The risks are greater than the reward. Unless he's that great of a manipulator, which I don't put past him, but I have another theory. This might be a bit far-fetched, and I may be completely wrong, but what if Hyunwoo hurt/drugged Minho under the guise of it being Jisung? At the end, we see things have taken the turn for the worst when Hyunjin shows up to the barn instead of Yeosang, and we know Hyunjin has been working for Hyunwoo. Again, maybe Jisung is just an A-grade manipulator and he's in on everything, but this is the theory I'm gonna stick with for now. I think Jisung is a bad person, but not the worst person.

as we know, i can never have a character who is Fine:tm: and minho is the prime example of that in what we know about him and what we will learn moving forward with him is what pushes his buttons and all that so while i can’t say much without spoiling, i think you’re onto something with saying that jisung is a bad person but not the worst person, and minho is obviously under the influence of something but we’ll see that come into play more in time!

There's still a lot about Hyunwoo we don't know, and he may be a worse person than Jisung. Hyunwoo was the one that administered the serum, he was the one that wanted to appear dead in the MC's eyes, he was the one that sent Hyunjin to tail her. Jisung is a narcissist, pretty much a yandere, and puts his wants higher than the risks. But he would never put the MC in harms way. We saw that on his ship, when she harmed herself in front of him, etc. But what do we know about Hyunwoo? All we know about him is what Jisung says about him and the skewed memories that the MC has. I think there's still a lot hiding behind that saccharine display. He just threw the MC's trauma back in her face, and Jisung said that even if Minho refused to give the MC the serum a second time, Hyunwoo is still very capable of doing it. He might've wanted to pass the guilt to someone else, but maybe he still has plans of giving her the serum. THERE'S SO MUCH WE DON'T KNOW.

i think the BEST way to describe hyunwoo’s character is that mc has been looking at him, or rather the memory of him, through rose-colored glasses all this time, and while i understand why everyone has such strong feelings of hatred towards jisung, he is also the one removing those rose-colored glasses for her because he knew that even if he told her the 100% truth about hyunwoo and who he really was/is, she wouldn’t have believed it. so you’re VERY MUCH ONTO SOMETHING

And before I get into that bath scene with Hongjoong, I just have to say I'm surviving off these MC and Jongho CRUMBS 😔. I- I love their relationship so much it's so cute and amazing, like PLEASE. I will always be the biggest MC and Jongho enthusiast THEY ARE MY FAVORITE. I can't wait until they see each other again it's gonna be so great. ANyway, enough fangirling I'll get into my favorite scene of the chapter ehehe

i AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY 😔 i know there’s hardly enough jongho and mingi present in the story but jongho and mc have such an endearing and precious relationship and once we move past some of this HEFTY STUFF!!! we’ll get to see more of that and get into it more 😔💓

Hongjoong and the MC's relationship is such a complicated thing. It's a lot of pushing and pulling and it's similar to Yeosang and the MC? But, like, x10 intensity. I think it's really interesting how Hongjoong brought up the MC's hero complex, which is something I didn't even realize she had until now. As a reader, we tend to root for the good and for good things to happen that we don't realize when they "shouldn't" happen. They're criminals, not heroes, and the MC isn't the captain However, she keeps making these decisions that she honestly pushes onto Hongjoong and gets upset when he says otherwise. But he's right. She can't save everyone. Not everyone needs to be saved, either. And I think it's turned into the MC thinking she's the hero, while unintentionally seeing Hongjoong as the villain or as an antagonist when they're both on the same side. He's always an "obstacle." He's an obstacle when solidifying her place on the crew, when saving others, etc She wants Hongjoong to take her seriously and treat her like the rest of his crew, but also for him to use her as a "tool" (if I remember correctly) because she doesn't want to develop a close relationship with him. Because he's an obstacle. An antagonist to her plans. They are parallels to each other, but at the same time, very similar personality wise. Thinking of all their interactions, besides the more serious ones, I really think Hongjoong's just playing a big game with her.

hongjoong and mc by FAR have the most complicated relationship. i mean, it’s safe to say that hongjoong’s relationship with ANYONE on the crew is complicated but mc makes things a whole lot more complicated on her own too, but another big thing is that hongjoong very clearly does not hate her as much as she hates him or as much as she THINKS he hates her? and everyone dunks on hongjoong for refusing to cooperate with her but it’s exactly as you’re saying: she’s not the captain, she doesn’t make the decisions, and she is constantly pushing things onto him because she wants to save everyone around her. i really think you’ve hit the nail pretty much on the head in this view of how she sees him and how he treats her in return. hongjoong is very aware of how she contradicts herself and how much she flip-flops on what she wants, and he knows how to get under her skin because of it. the reason he keeps demanding respect is because he sees all this himself and he wants her to see it too, which is why this conversation was so huge for the two of them

I'M SO SORRY I THINK I SENT TOO MANY MESSAGES IN A ROW IT SAID I HAD TO WAIT FOR AN HOUR I THINK I'M JUST TOO EXCITED SO SORRY AGAIN, But yes, maybe it was obvious to everyone but me but I think Hongjoong is just playing a bunch of games with the MC. He's twisting her words, teasing her, and throwing things she said back in her face just because he can. She probably reminds him of a younger version of himself? He cares for her and accepts her in his crew, but she hasn't done the same. I don't think the MC has fully accepted herself as one of the crew or Hongjoong as her captain. So in the meantime, he just keeps messing with her because it's funny LOL. But he was reluctant to give her to Jisung and in the end he chose to save her, and I think that speaks volumes. The whole bath scene while also being spicy 😳 was there for them to be more open? Not me finding the metaphorical meaning behind being naked in a bath LMAOO, But it was there for them to be more truthful.

NO BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THE BATH SCENE WAS FOR SDLKFJSDLKF like yeah whew tension spicy ! but also what better way to visualize the idea of baring your soul to someone than to be literally naked before them. im glad you caught that and picked up on it PAST THE SPICINESS! because it really was that, it was meant to be this tearing down of the walls between them that they wouldn’t usually be able to get past without having a conversation in a debatably intimate setting!

They're putting both of themselves out there to each other, maybe more so Hongjoong to her, and the scene is there to show the cold harsh truth that the MC needs to hear, and pokes fun at the way the MC villainizes Hongjoong while putting herself on this sort of heroic pedestal (despite the fact that they are both criminals). There's also foreshadowing in the way that the MC *will* probably open up to Hongjoong and try to fix him like she's done with everyone else I think even regarding Hyunwoo and Jisung, she's led herself to them and put herself in situations she doesn't necessarily want to be in because of her savior complex. Hongjoong recognizes all of that, but she isn't ready to accept it. She continuously puts herself, and by proxy, her crew in danger because she's doing things based off her own moral obligations. Being good isn't always the right thing, especially when you're criminals. It's kill or be killed in their world.

and for the first time i think we really see some raw honesty from hongjoong, some baring of his soul where others aren’t involved. we’ve seen him talk about seonghwa, about yunho, about the mutiny, but here now we’re seeing him talk about hongjoong. and he’s very clearly playing with her idea of him as a villain and he’s throwing that savior complex in her face as a way to say ‘look we’re on the same side whether you like it or not’ but he’s also teaching her a harsh lesson that yeah they’re criminals, they’re not good people, and she is not a good person inherently so she’s not better than him in any regard

Okok that's my analysis!! That was way longer than I thought it would be ALKSDJASLK But I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts just as much as I love ranting about them LOL. I'll be around more often now, and I can't wait to read the newest chapter of blood masquerade! Also, I didn't fully get into the spiciness of that bath scene but just know I WAS SCREAMING OK. It fr knocked me out. 🧎‍♀️ Anyways, have a good day/night. Let's talk soon!! <3

i had SO MUCH FUN READING YOUR THOUGHTS AS ALWAYS <333 i love love love reading rants and talking through the hefty stuff ehehe im glad you enjoyed and that you had so many thoughts to share with me 🤧💕💞💕💞

not me rethinking everything i wrote for moc 46 likE IM SO RUSTY I HAVENT TOUCHED MOC IN MONTHS 😔😔 if anything doesn’t make sense.. uhh ignore it HDKAHKDS IM STILL GETTING BACK INTO THE LOOP - siren 🤡

LKDSFLJKDFLJK PLSSS NOOOOO I SWEAR IT MAKES SENSE IT’S ALL GOOD I PROMISE PSDLFDFJAIO i loved reading all your messages and getting to respond to them <3333

#mists of celeste #moc: spoilers #siren anon

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jow99 · 2 years

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La Palme to L’Escala

From the palm to the stairway. Anyway a leisurely start to the morning. Jose rang home for his mother’s birthday and got to speak with his sister too ❤️

Then we thought it was time to pick up our last yummy bakery order here in France, but it turns out here things are even more leisurely than us. This gave us time for a bit of pre packing before breakfast.

After breakfast we walked into town. Even though we’re coastal every space metre of ground is covered in vines. The town obviously was and appears to be now again, affluent. We are still trying to track down why all the palm trees here in the south of France for which the town was obviously named, but my coverage hasn’t allowed for a good explore yet. Anyway we had a nice stroll around town and then thought we would try and head to the beach, but really you need a car from here and even then we’re not sure how palatable it is. The area seems to more cater for kite and land surfing.

We’d been dubious about our prospects of success on that front so we headed to the pool at the campground. After a swim and a dry off in the sun we had coffee at the bar before packing up Tessi and hitting the road.

We took the coastal route one so I could see part of one of Jose’s epic rides with the L’Escala group. And two to avoid the potential traffic jam we had witnessed at the border in our way out of Spain.

It was a lovely drive albeit through small coastal towns and quite windy. Very much like where we live you have coastal villages with the Pyrenees looming large in the background - beautiful 😍 It’s made me want to come back and at least do this part of the ride without the kms to get here from L’Escala.

Once back onto the roads closer to home we had a quick stop at Decathlon (yes again) and then onto L’Escala. I’m sure they think we’re mad at the campground there as we show Jose’s ID card and they see we are residents of the town but also regular visitors to the caravan park.

It was about 32 degrees as we arrived around 4pm. After a quick trip to the supermarket we got Tessi parked and set up, had a yarn to our UK neighbours and then headed off for a swim at the beach. The water is still cold but now that is very welcome.

After a drink at Els Barril we headed back to Tessi for nibbles and dinner. One of the reasons for getting back to L’Escala today is that tonight is Carnaval. Apparently it is usually held in February but was delayed because of COVID. Frankly I think this time of year makes way more sense given some of the costumes being worn and the fact that there are quite a few tourists in town now who got to enjoy too.

Anyway it was good to see it and enjoy the party atmosphere. The parade started around 9pm and apparently there was a festival in the old town at the end, but tiredness hit so we stayed in the waterfront for a post parade g&t and then turned in for the night.

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floradewdrop · 4 months

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personal - dec 30, 23

i’ve legit stopped reaching out to anyone bc i have to schedule time two weeks or a month in advance

this isn’t to say they’re shit or doing a bad job, like fuck that they’re great friends, it’s not their fault. i just need to make that clear before i proceed for myself _ it’s just capitalism and what it takes from us. if you read this u know who u r, i promise i love u and it’s not about you or anything. i’m just pissed at y’all having to be slaves to working until you die.

but unfortunately with my mental illnesses, my isolation and insecurity has be believing , i truly don’t feel anyone wants to drop things for me anymore, and that sounds so selfish and petty and i suppose it is. but then when i think about how much i want to reach out and just ask for physical support it has to be scheduled. emotional support can only go so far and it’s starting to suck more and more that i’ve literally just stopped looking at my phone bc it makes me so sad that id really love a supportive community to be there for me but it isn’t like i need, and im so selfish for saying that i hate it. i hate that i doubt this delusional shit in my head i just wish my brain could be like,,, chill about something suddenly happening without thinking the world is going to end, what im going to do, how do i reshape my life around this

but then my therapists tell me it’s natural to want that and to be desperate for it when i’m lonely like this, to validate the suffering because it’s real and happening even if it’s to none of my friends’ direct fault,

but then i also don’t have family to lean on.

my reach of contact is one of my therapists and it helps a lil bit it’s just a text and nothing personal like a friend can say or offer, so i ask friends for good vibes, but i feel so crap about myself i think they think im such a nuisance bc i need to much support and that i ask too much of them

i got ghosted this past week asking for physical support after they offered it and i got ghosted - it was a communication error that they didn’t get my text (even though it says delivered) and they were the last friend i though could offer some physical support bc they live closer , even tho it was a miscommunication it still sucks to be waiting around on my phone all day waiting for them to keep their word and didn’t

i’m really glad my therapists are upping my care this coming year, because i’m unfortunately too incapable / disabled to lead a capitalist life. you’d think it would be super cool but when i can’t even get two days in a row to be consistent enough over a decade now but it’s actually fucking not - to live disabled is to live in constant pain and just fucking doubt in myself of ever leading a life that isn’t servitude to my parents or gvnt for money, but that struggle isn’t too different from the average american anyways, disability or not, it’s just shit here.

i can’t believe it’s been a fucking decade and i’m still living day to day mentally and have lost more “friends” in my life than have gained in support and im still crippled by the tiniest infractions in my day.

fucking everything i’m diagnosed with, just fuck them all. i know capitalism sucks, but i don’t think some ppl realize how desperately i wish i could at least get my own job to pay my own life’s way, but i cant. (maybe one day? but a long time from now)

i can’t believe i’m in my 30s and having to have my therapists talk privately to my parents on what’s going on and their future plan for me (to which i’m expecting a catastrophic response tbqh)

i am glad i’m not at a point in my life where SH or sui*de are not part of my daily rotation, so i know growth has been made, so it’s a weird feeling to know i’ll survive but also sucks that i’ll survive bc life is hard. apart from social neglect and isolation those are things that can be remedied, i think over time,

BUT BOY DOES IT FUCKING SUCK IN THE MOMENT LIKE THIS MOMENT JFC IT SUCKS I WANNA SUCK JOY OUT OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING AND I WANNA SCREAM AND CRY

it’s honestly stemmed from my family’s decision to not give a fuck about me around my bday this past year, and just cascaded into everything else while they continued to compact more stress and, unfortunately, burned my bridge completely for them this year and for the foreseeable future. to have the best xmas i’ve ever had last year full of support and wonder, to this year full rejection of who i am (which is why i spent xmas alone )

but i truly wish i was invited out to things and holidays to be included, but can’t be a burden bc how dare i think anyone should include me, so i decline because im not worthy.

my therapists say if things get the green from my parents come next month then things will be changing in my care and i so hope and wish for that to happen. they’ve been every stumbling block so i’m not hoping too highly unu

i watched a small like q&a with some furries (i know how it sounds) but honestly im not into a full suit but i’ve always loved fox ears and tail, thanks to gaia, and their community seems so welcoming and supportive. i don’t know anything about that world except most media and a few good words here and there but after this vid i watched im gonna do more research. i know this sounds harsh, but bc of the internet i didn’t really know that its not as sexual as the internet makes it, they just like to have fun and dress up and escape , like dnd. honestly the first time in months ive felt excited about maybe joining a new community, and although i feel cringe for the fandom, educating myself was important to get the misinformation out of the way for me to be like “oh, yeah i just think it’s cute! im not attracted to any furries or animals, but i think its fun and cute to play and cosplay!” always have, so i guess its me getting over my embarrassment of it idk - ppl just really wanna have fun and be silly and make others happy, even if its a costume like an animal. its creative af tbh,

all that to say i’m lonely now and it hurts so bad right now. i don’t even want a SO lmfao, i’m far from wanting anything like that, but just more friends who have more time. i honestly don’t even think it’s possible in america bc of our work grind culture, but i have to hope that over time maybe it gets easier on everyone idk

i’m just hoping and wanting friends and social interaction a lot and my disabilities are such a catalyst for it

jffiekgirorogorofogk it’s 3AM shit post man i haven’t shit post or blog posted on here in years like this , feels good. feels right. all my dirty laundry on the most worst trusted social media platform that somehow never sinks. LMFAO

wow i’m really fucking autistic LMFAO just thinking about how much this also reflects poorly on my routine habits and trying to gain stability in that, when it doesn’t happen my day is just gone and i’m in a brain fog of not understanding and trying to figure out social queues and if i did something wrong

okay, i feel a bit better. good vent session meggie LOL okay time to try to sleep and wind down i hope - even though im amped on ptsd dreams and avoiding sleep to not wake up 3 times having to change sweaty clothes

tomorrow,,, i buy something nice for myself. maybe a crystal.

#depressed shit #late night personal junk #huge emotional dump for me #it’s cathartic honestly #no one has to read but me so keep scrolling if ya want my good besties

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sorikkung · 1 year

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I hope you don't take this in a pushy kinda way bc that's not at all what I intend but I eagerly awaiting the next chapter of wgoin (this probably doesn't come off as pushy at all but I'm just terribly anxious of making people feel like I'm forcing them) your writing is just *chefs kiss* I feel like out of all the fics I've read (and trust me there's a lot) the reader in wgoin is the one I can relate the most to. Plus I adore authors that give the reader a lil ~flavor~ yk it makes it all the more enjoyable. Also !! Im so jealous that skz was in your city >:( the woes of living in buttfuck nowhere, where-the-hell-am-I (aka small town in the american midwest) praying for the day they come closer to my city or at least into my state. Anywho! Hope you have a good day/night, all your wips end satisfactorily, and last but certainly not least I hope you know you are loved :) <3

omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 hi anon this is very sweet and not pushy at all 😭 i get really touched when people like wgoin's mc specifically, because he is so obviously a self insert for anyone that knows me it hurts LMFAOOO but also bc ive taken a lot of care writing them to really make this story into what it is, which is... a very specific niche not often explored within the reader insert community ☠️ so i knew he was gonna make wgoin a niche fic that many would click away from, but it's for the people out there like you n me who i wrote him for anyway, yk 🥺 ive been having a real rough night so this made me feel a lot better thank you <3

it's been a very busy couple months where i haven't managed to write much at all, but i did end up picking up wgoin again a few days ago! alas, i am a slave to my own brain and if it wants to write a scene at least ten chapters into the future, then i am merely at its whims ☠️ i have so many wgoin wips from future chapters lying around which is why chronological chapter updates take forever. that and i really don't sit down n write all that often HDJDJF though, this has made me want to work on it more, so thank you <3

as for skz coming here, it's been all of four years and like two world tours since they last came here, so i suppose it still is lucky but man, they go to the states every tour if i lived a state or three away id just make a road trip out if it 😭 esp considering how small your states are compared to ours ☠️ if australia ain't on the setlist we gotta fly overseas to see em... i really hope now that they sold out two of our most famous venues for two nights in a row, they'll start putting us on the tour stops for future tours from now on. if not for my own selfish wants to see them, then for our boys to be able to perform in the country they called home 😭😭 sorry if this sounds salty but i do be jealous of how artists will always do a whole bunch of shows in america guaranteed every tour, while down here in aus it's a wonder if they even go into our hemisphere of the world at all, let alone our country 😭😭

#mischiefing time

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watevermelon · 4 years

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✧ Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader; You are Karasuno’s manager and, unfortunately for the both of you, very popular among those in your year.

➳ A/N: This is so fluffy and nothing like how I usually write, but it was fun!! Thanks for the ask!! (: <3

✧ Masterlist

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There was a strange pull to volleyball that you could not fully explain, just that you were always associated somehow with the sport. In middle school, you were the manager of Kitagawa Daiichi and tended to hang around the loud duo of Oikawa and Iwaizumi. And eventually, when you chose going to Karasuno, it was no surprise that Kiyoki had roped you into becoming a manager again.

You were the last of your year to meet your soulmate - many of your friends having met their’s already.

Kageyama did not recount it often, but Hinata made up for it on a near daily basis. The short player described the event vividly, remembering how the setter’s intimidating face was almost enough for Hinata not to realize that suddenly his world was much more colorful.

Yamaguchi described his encounter like a breath of fresh air, a sudden rush of adrenaline that came with each and every color of the world. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the seeing members of the team often joked that Hinata looked like a bright orange fruit.

You didn’t even know what orange looked like.

Soulmates were an interesting concept in that some people may live their whole lives never meeting them, wallowing in the black-and-white hues that they were born with. Some give up, disheartened over trying for so long to no avail. Your teammates were especially lucky to have met their soulmates, even more so to have met them at a young age.

Many of the members of the student body either didn’t care for this soulmate business or cared too much about it. Some were hunting almost constantly for any sign, while some expected the fact that they were going to have to travel far eventually when they were adults.

You tried not to think about it at all.

It was cute, hearing the stories of reunions and having someone who nearly completed you. But it was hard to imagine someone who was meant to be with you.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were quite popular among many in underclassmen. You were one of the infamous Oikawa Toru’s close friends and had the looks to rival his own. Many people had complimented the two of you in the past, asking if you were soulmates and saying that you would make a good couple based on looks alone.

It annoyed you how much fair skin and flowing locks were enough to blind people to who you really were. Your friendliness often got misconstrued for something else, many of these dumb boys digging for more than just the amicable smiles you were giving.

Tsukishima said the simplest solution was to shave your head, to which you almost killed him. And Yamaguchi said it was only natural since you were very pretty. Tanaka joked that the power of two beautiful managers would win them nationals alone.

And so, almost on a daily basis, you were rejecting boys' confession left and right. From the notes hidden in your locker, to the ones passed to you during class, to those who were brave enough to wait for you outside of the gymnasium - you rejected them all with careful smiles.

But that small amount that you gave, they reached for it hard.

Give an inch and they’ll take a mile.

Many hadn’t been deterred in the least, eager to try to make you fall in love with them despite having said you were not interested. It annoyed you to no end, being surrounded by flowery language and people who wanted to get close to you, but not for who you actually were. It was all looks and appearances, nothing more.

And you hated it.

There were times that you wondered if you should just take the lid off.

Why stay cool and composed over people who hardly cared about how you felt?

Didn’t you just want to go batshit crazy one day?

Thankfully, your volleyball boys were also a big help in warding away others. Tanaka and Nishinoya were quite the pair in keeping people away from you during practice games, even when it wasn’t necessary.

((You remembered they first time seeing Akaashi’s cute face and begging to whatever volleyball god’s were out there that he was your soulmate. It was only a little disappointing to hear that he already had one. But seeing how cute the setter and Bokuto were, you figured they truly were meant to be.))

Tsukishima was a silent help, even if he did not admit it. His quick wit and salty words were more than enough to keep others at bay when he was around. Hinata, bless the poor boy, was much denser than you and often didn’t realize flirting until Kageyama had his tongue down his throat.

Karasuno was progressing all the way to Spring Nationals and you could not have been more proud of your boys. The team was built like pillars on-top of pillars, teamwork and hardened skill having sharpened all of them over the past year.

The first day of nationals, the team was mingling in the lobby among all the others that had progressed this far. It was almost intimidating, being surrounded by some of the strongest volleyball players your age in the entire country.

And, unfortunately, you weren’t free from leering eyes then.

Kageyama branched from the group to greet some of the friends he made during the training camp and Tanaka was off having a spiritual moment. You were scanning the room until suddenly you were just standing there alone.

It was the perfect opportunity to pounce and there was someone within your immediate personal space already asking for your name. You smiled at the sudden attention of one, two more people, attempting to back away before the group got any larger. Excusing yourself from them, you headed toward the wall to try to distance yourself and get your bearings.

Someone was already there, huddled in on himself in the corner and basically telling everyone to stay away. He had a mask covering most of his face and his hands were tucked in his zipped jacket, basically staying away from touching a single thing around him.

The moment you made eye-contact, it was almost like a flash of light.

You were looking at a bright mix of yellow and green, contrasted by his pale skin and pitch-black hair. It seemed he was just as surprised, bright eyes widened comically as he stared back at you.

It was more than just the school uniform - there was color everywhere.

From the tan of the walls to the gray tiles on the ground, you scanned the room and saw the different assortment of schools like you had never seen before. Bouncing around was a tuft of orange, Hinata eager to talk to members of other schools as he bounded around the room.

Orange.

You turned back to the reclusive young man and you realized the startling new fact.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was your soulmate.

One of the best spikers in the entire country and resident in Tokyo, hours from where you grew up, was your soulmate.

You knew all about him from the volleyball spreads to the front covers. Among the hundreds of other kids here, he was one of the top picks to watch in the entire nationals. Itachiyama was even one of the top seeds to win it all. It was crazy to think that he, this already highly decorated teen, was your destined other half.

If not for volleyball, would you have ever met?

“What’s your name?” His voice was barely above the crowd and you took a step closer to hear him proper.

You introduced yourself and thought about offering a hand for him to shake, just to realize that the germaphobe would probably never take it. And so, without a word, you rubbed a bit from your hand-sanitizer and then offered the appendage to him.

There was a hint of smirk behind the mask before he took it, muttering your name low on his lips.

He reached into one of his pockets and took out his phone, wordlessly waving it in the air for you to exchange chat ID’s. You recited the numbers back to him, adding each other to keep in contact. And while you both surely had questions, there were only a few minutes until the starting ceremonies.

“Karasuno?” He recounted, “Kageyama Tobio goes to your school.”

You wanted to groan, unsure what the setter’s reputation was like on the high-school level. You would defend your blueberry friend against his king of the court days, but with your soulmate, was that weird?

“Yes, we’re in the same year.”

“Ah.” Sakusa replied simply, his eyes still wordlessly on you.

Was he expecting a response?

“Your eyes are blue.” He commented bluntly, “They look different, nice.”

“Thanks?” You chuckled and responded lamely, “I don’t even know what blue means.”

You saw a small smile form beneath the mask, a crinkle in the corner of his eye. “I’ll show you, one day.”

“I look forward to it.”

There was something about his voice, low and throaty that had you desperately wanting to hear more for it. And while you enjoyed your little moment, there were a few alarms and shouts from the administration, it was time to line-up soon. You bowed curtly in thanks and turned to leave, waving at him as you left.

It was sort of… not what you had imagined?

Not that you were truly expecting anything. You were both still teens and at a competition, it was not like you were hoping to jump into your soulmate’s arms and get married into the sunset right away. But Sakusa was so curt, so blunt. So different from what you were used to.

It was refreshing.

Kiyoko took up the task of fetching Hinata’s shoes and, for once, you were the manager sitting alongside the coach courtside. You felt the reassurance and support from Karasuno’s cheering section, many familiar faces from your Shiratorizawa match. But, along with it, you felt the strange outpoor of pressure at having eyes on you.

More than once you were scanning the crowds to see people avert their eyes, caught in the act. How did the volleyball players deal with this? Each movement they had - receives, spikes, serves - it was heavily scrutinized by every person in the audience. Even more so on this level of competition, with commentators for live TV observing each match.

You saw some of your competition floating around, many sporting pensive looks and even notebooks as they observed Karasuno. Slapping your cheeks lightly, you steadied yourself to focus as you took your own notes on the team. Every successful jump server from Asahi, every spike from the other team’s ace, you had it all down.

And you were on the court, near jumping for joy with the rest, when Karasuno locked itself in as victorious in the first round.

Sakusa approached you after you were all done packing up, most of your team surprised at seeing the strong ace approach you so casually. Kageyama was the only one that was even his acquaintance, but he waved off an informal greeting as well.

You could tell immediately that he was not comfortable, tending to stick to himself normally. And yet here Sakusa was, approaching you when it was not expected of him at all.

“Congrats to your team.” He stated in a low voice.

“Thanks.” You said with a smile, watching as his eyes dropped to your shoulders then back up to your face. “Something wrong?”

He pursued his lips silently before moving to take off his outer jacket, “Here. Wear this during tomorrow’s game.”

Tomorrow's game with Inarizaki? You mentally wondered.

You didn’t question it, taking the jacket with a small grin and folding it in your hands. You still had your Karasuno jacket on and didn’t want to fumble around while the gorgeous ace was watching.

Of course, your team hadn’t caught on either.

“OH?!” Tanaka was immediately on the offensive, “And what claim do you have here city boy?”

You raised your palms to calm him down, an enraged Nishinoya not far behind him. Suga sighed in the corner, moving to grab them by the backs of their collars before they tried to throw hands with a nationally ranked spiker.

Before you could say anything, Sakusa explained with a flat face. “She’s my soulmate. Is it wrong for me to try to get closer to her?”

The reaction was immediate. You heard the, waaah!, from where Hinata was standing the sudden, excited gasp from Yamaguchi.

“Wow! Lucky you, (L/N)-chan.” Suga stated, a smile on his face as he regarded the both of you.

“When did this happen?” Daichi inquired after offering you both smiles.

“Before, when I got lost during the opening ceremony.”

“And you didn’t say anything!” Hinata exclaimed more than questioned.

“I didn’t want to distract you from the game.” You stated back, shrugging lightly.

Sakusa cleared his throat and you turned back to him, “I have to meet back with my team.”

“Okay, safe travels.” You said, earning a nod as he left.

“Wow, he’s so… different from you!” Hinata observed, trying not to be rude.

“He’s… nice to you.” Kagayama commented also, his head tilted and his eyebrows furrowed as if he was trying to find a better word to describe it.

“That seemed pretty normal though?” Yamaguchi asked.

Kageyama immediately countered, “No, his normal is not like that.”

“He’s cute.” You responded lamely, thinking about his dark hair and matching eyes.

He was quiet, but not to the point where you felt like he was purposefully closing you off. It was more like, if he had nothing to say, then he would not find the need to ramble on. Blunt with a purpose - which you honestly liked.

Meanwhile, Sakusa was hoping you took his words to heart and wore the jacket the entire next day. He had thought about his soulmate once or twice before, but never really dwelled on it since he had more important things to worry about. A soulmate was something he could not physically complete on his own, and while he hated leaving the issue half-assed, it is what it is.

But now that he knew who you were?

Sakusa wanted to know you whole.

There was no denying it right at the onset - you were beautiful. If there were any other words - immaculate? Stunning? Absolutely show-stopping?

He had no expectations and yet here you were blowing them all out of the park, your beautiful looks only enhanced by how observant and friendly you had been at the onset.

It annoyed him that he was not the only one to have noticed this, many leering eyes following you as you went. Even more so when you were on the bench in the main stadium, many people in the stands around him remarked that Karasuno’s manager was insanely attractive.

No matter, you were his soulmate.

It only get worse when the rice-field asshole showed his face, Atsumu greeting Sakusa with the usual, Omi-Omi.

It seemed they were both interested in watching Kageyama play with his team. He was good during the training camp, but another thing entirely with the small spiker that completely their freak-duo.

But of fucking course Atsumu had to make a comment about you.

“And suddenly I’m lookin’ forward to playin’ them tomorrow.” The setter stated, eyes shooting to where you were sitting.

Sakusa had half the mind to put him in his place, but it would do no good. After all, the setter was an idiot, but actually liked to get on his nerves sometimes.

And so wearing his jacket should be more than enough to stake his claim.

Sakusa had a game the next day, but the bright hues of his yellow-green school colors were easy to pick out in the crowd. You were wearing it just like he asked, the jacket looking much too big on you.

But it was the smile on your face as you cheered on your team that made him want to smile back, even though he knew for a fact that you were not looking.

Baby steps, you would get there soon enough.

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