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moodymisty · 4 months

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[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: @commodoreprocrastinator this is your fault, now deal with the repercussions of your actions. Part 1 of 2. I hope it's romantic enough even though it's the cardboard cutout primarch and only my second time writing him. ¯\_( ❛︠ ⍙ ︡❛)_/¯

Summary: Your knight returns after what has felt like ages apart, and decides to take part in a secret moment alone.

Relationship: Lion'el Jonson/Gn!Reader (no pronouns are used in this, but it does have a very princess/knight vibe so fair warning)

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 1305

Lion El'Jonson strides down the halls of the Invincible Reason with purpose.

The ceramite boots of his armor hit the ground louder than that of an astartes, and any one he passes by stops their task and gives a respectful bow of their head. He doesn’t demand them to bow and kiss the floor, but he expects a level of decorum from his legion. They are expected to as sons of The First; As Dark Angels.

As he walks, rain pattering down against any surface exposed to it, Lion'el sighs.

Belath had proven more than timely with his updates as to the legion’s current effectiveness, which the Primarch appreciated. He will always find one of the astarte's finer qualities to be his lack of verbose speech- his ability to get to the point. But even in it's simplicity, it had still proven irritating when he had something else on the mind.

Travel to the Fortress Monastery had proven both as unexciting and lackluster as his drawing and discussion of strategic plans had been.

He arrived during the night, the moonlight spilling through the massive glass windows and mullions forming patterns along the stone floors. The Lion breaks their design as he walks through them, a hand resting on the pommel of his shortsword. His greatsword rests on his back, overtop of the dark emerald green cape that flows behind him just brushing against the floor.

He goes higher, traveling up flights of stairs made of solid stone. Some have runners of ornate, hand woven cloth, the design in a dark emerald green embellished with golden thread. All of it- every tapestry and mural, bears the symbol or at least the color scheme of his Legion.

Higher again, until he’s far beyond where most astartes and serfs typically tread. The rug that runs down the hall is much more worn, having taken an unknown number of years worth the footfall without being replaced. There aren’t many souls who come up here, for there isn't much reason for them to. The Lion's personal quarters reside in these halls, and unless he calls them they have no need to ever step foot here.

He turns one corner, and at the end of the hall lies his destination.

He can see two Astartes guarding the door, as he had placed them. He had placed trust in the elder of them to choose another marine to serve as his parallel in guard along with two others to rotate with. A young astartes is beside him, clear by the different regalia and symbolism he wears that gives it away to only one familiar to their legion.

Lion stands between them, his hand adjusting once more on the pommel of his sword.

“Take your leave.”

He speaks plainly to both, and they nod their ceramite helms before walking past. Once the Lion can no longer hear their heavy power armor trudging down stairs that even made of full stone complain as men so heavy walk on them, he places a hand on the door’s handle.

He pulls it open; Winged helm in his opposite hand. Not moments later does he hear a voice call his name sounding both surprised and excited.

“Lion?”

At the call of his name he looks forward, seeing you leaning away from the window. Your hands had been leaning against the sill, watching whatever had been of interest below. More than likely the sea of Dark Angels all returning, a sea of dark green. You've always had this odd sort of of fascination with it all. He steps closer, and you turn to fully watch him come to stand right in front of you.

After a moment’s waiting, the massive Primarch slowly lowers to a knee. He sighs as he does so, as if irritated by a request you hadn’t even made. You take the invitation to come closer, as you gently press a chaste kiss against his lips. You feel his beard brush against your skin, the top half of his blonde hair pulled back. He doesn't sigh in discontent that time.

“I missed you. Are you ok?”

The Lion finds your overt concern pointless, but somewhat endearing. He’s never had someone so overt in caring about his wellbeing. Though even if it’s pointless, he can’t expect you to shed the emotions you’ve shown for so long. He can and has as a Primarch, to a mortal they are interwoven into your very being.

“Yes.”

He glances over to a massive table filled with stacks of books. They’re scattered about, some open and some stacked in piles of an unknown organizational system. He’s not surprised you took interest in the massive collection.

Your hands have stayed hovering in front of your chest most of this time, though now they move forward and hesitantly reach for him. He allows you to touch his jawline as you come closer. The rough scruff of his beard tickles your palms, and you'd laugh if you didn't think he'd be almost childishly insulted by it.

“How long are you going to stay this time?”

Lion knows that you aren’t expecting any actual answer; He cannot give you one, nor will he. The moment an uncontacted world is discovered, he will leave. It is his duty and his purpose. No matter even if he has other thoughts on his mind, thoughts of you, they cannot impede his goal.

“Long enough for the legion to rest.” He pauses. “What do you want?”

He always asks this, only able to show how he feels about you in these silent gestures. You don’t say anything nor blame him, as despite him being far older than yourself, you can clearly tell this sort of thing is entirely uncharted.

It's been a bit odd; He's many years your senior, but it often feels like you're the one showing him things.

You can't avoid smiling this time, though it's abit more guilty that perhaps Lion was expecting.

“I would love to watch your men spar again, but they've only just stepped foot on Caliban." Lion gives you an unimpressed look.

"You would ask something of my Legion instead of myself?" Your hands are still on his chest armor, and your fingers brush across the giant aquilla in a slightly flustered gesture.

"But, you’ve said your men aren't strong enough for you to duel them.”

He remains one of if not the best duelist that the Imperium has ever seen, and despite how diligently and strictly he has trained his Dark Angels, none of them have the natural prowess he has to be a true fight. It's simply in his nature as a Primarch.

Lion, in an extremely rare moment, softens his face with a hint of amusement. He raises and armored hand to gently hold your jaw, and brush a small bit of a hair away from your face. His massive hand overtakes much of you, but he's surprising gentle despite it. He uses a small bit of his strength however to pull you just close enough to give you a gentle kiss to the forehead.

“When we arrive to Terra, perhaps I can proposition one of my brothers for a duel then. I am sure at least one of them will be eager to accept.”

A fight between Primarchs? You had never considered yourself bloodthirsty or violent, but something about it makes your heart race- eager to watch. Perhaps it’s what his men feel shortly before a battle, or when they begin their training each and every day.

You smile at him, and grasp at his gauntlet. It's the closest you can get to any sort of intimate gesture, with his armor still on. He looks at you with the most relaxed face you've seen on him in awhile, as you speak.

"I would love to see that."

#Lion 'i need to impress my beloved by beating the shit out of my brother' El'Jonson #Lion El'Jonson x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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burnazog · 21 days

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started playing yakuza 3

rotating in my mind a scenario in which Cuno is one of the kids at Morning Glory

"my uncle Kaz is fucking invincible, shoot him with a gun, shoot him with a rocket, that shit aint nothing for him"

#yakuza #disco elysium #mushroom talking

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crismakesstuff · 5 months

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hi there! I hope you don't mind this out of nowhere message but I absolutely love your art and you draw mark so amazingly ❤❤❤

ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH I DONT MIND AT ALL ! U ARE SO SO SWEET IM SO GLAD U ENJOY MY SILLY INVINCIBLE DRAWINGS 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

i love drawing the graysons so so much they are so special to me,,,, rotating them around in my mind like a microwave

#asks like this are always so so sweet #anon I hope u have a great day/night #giggling and kicking my feet all happy I love making people happy with my art!#YIPPEE #invincible #cris asks

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tea-with-veth · 1 year

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how to write fight scene???help?

Hi anon. Don't know if you're still around, but I've been ruminating on this since it landed in my inbox in February of 2021. And I'm finally sitting down to give you my tips. Sorry for the delay...of like..two years...

How to write fight scene:

Figure out what you need the scene to accomplish. Where do you want the characters to be when the scene ends? What's the goal? Is someone dead or injured? Does someone flee the battlefield? You can use that information to build the scene toward its desired end goal.

Determine a flow of action for the scene. This one is the hardest step and the one that always takes me the most time. What actually happens during the fight? Visualizing things (like it's a movie in your head) helps. When I get stuck I sit down and draw a storyboard, to help me keep track of the characters and figure out who goes where.

Use the environment to keep things interesting. Where is your fight happening? Use that imaginary space to make the battle dynamic. If they're in a forest, describe the characters vaulting over rocks or hiding behind trees. If they're in a castle, have them swordfight on a table. Maybe one character gets his sword knocked out of his hands and has to use improvisational tools around him, like a kitchen knife or a poker from a nearby fireplace.

The rule of badass moments. Include at least two or three badass moments per fight scene-- particularly if it's a big one. Try and give all the characters a minimum of one, and rotate between characters getting their moment in the spotlight. For instance, in the ultimate fight scene in my first fic, and as he fell (you walked away), I have five characters on the battlefield: George, Sapnap, and Bad all fighting Techno, and Dream who is incapacitated. Each gets a badass moment-- George shoots Techno in the hand, Sapnap charges in from behind with a fallen sword, Bad does a feint where he drops his sword and instead stabs with a stiletto, Techno gains the upper hand and almost strangles Bad to death, and Dream comes in with a big last-minute rescue by stabbing him from the back. There's the connective tissue between each of these moments, but these badass moments give the fight structure.

The rule of suspense. Keep your fight scene interesting by making it seem like your protagonist might lose. Don't be afraid to let them get beat up, fear losing, or have to fight for the upper hand. It's tempting to make your hero an invincible badass, but they're going to be at their most engaging when you don't know what will happen. Plus, it will make your fight more active.

Get in the head of your protagonist. If they're an experienced fighter, they're going to observe the fight more clearly, notice more details, and keep their emotions from overwhelming their ability. You could show this by revealing their thought process, showing more environmental details, and using full sentences. If they're less experienced, or more emotional, you could show that by making things more choppy and confusing, to reflect what the experience is like from their eyes.

Pay attention to pace and flow. In my fic the words of an emperor (verba amici) I open with a fight between Technoblade and Philza when they first meet. In order to give the fight momentum, I use sentence fragments, sentences cut short, and long run-on sentences in combination to give the whole fight a stream-of-consciousness feeling. That way, even though the fight takes up a decent chunk of the chapter, it feels fast-paced and urgent. Communicating that sense of speed and momentum can make your scene more intense!

Ultimately, this advice will help you write a fun, though formulaic, Hollywood-style fight scene. I recommend watching movie clips or imagining your fight over and over again, letting it play out in your mind's eye. You can always mix and match recommendations as you see fit. I hope that this is at least a little bit helpful! Thanks for the question anon :)

#hi anon #if you're still out there #thanks for the question #I had fun ruminating on it for two years #teahound talks

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kylejsugarman · 1 year

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I’m sorry in advance but in the EJCU (epileptic Jesse cinematic universe) what do you think was going through Jesse’s mind in the season 2 opener when he witnesses No Doze seizing after he was beaten by Tuco? How easily that could have been Jesse, who had also been beaten by Tuco just days prior. I can’t get the thought of it out of my mind and I wanted to consult the expert.

(collapsed on my knees on the floor) oh dude.....Christ. i always forget that detail because my mind jumps from the beating straight to the being stuck under the junkyard cars, but thats fucking devastating to think about. he wants to do Something, he wants to do what he Knows (rotate the body, cushion the head, open the airway, just like that dumb neurologist told him back in high school) but its too late and no doze is dead so fast. he started off this process feeling almost invincible (he dodged the police when they raided his and emilio's set-up, he didn't get caught by walt's wife or bitch-ass brother in law, he's got a guy who can cook perfect crystal on his side) and it got so fucking serious so fucking fast. he almost died choking on his own blood before tuco's crew dumped his body outside the ER and as he looks down at no doze's dead body, he belatedly realizes that he is fucked. he's been playing chicken with death forever, thinking he's invincible, and now he's staring in the face the unavoidable fact that he almost died and he has a strike against him already with his disability and it's only pure luck that he got saved and no doze didn't. its no wonder jesse instantly goes to buy a gun and gets so paranoid about tuco killing them in the same episode: he just saw firsthand what his fate's going to be if his luck runs out.

#bookofmajora #ask #syd squeaks #thank u for this ask its going to haunt me FOREVER #epileptic jesse

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nerdyydragon · 1 year

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I was twenty-odd when I needed nine stitches in my forehead

Tripping over my own feet in a rush to get to nowhere

Not knowing where I needed to be or where

I was coming from

A coin toss rotating in the air and crashing down

Hard enough to quake the earth

I needed nine stitches in my forehead and they were nowhere

Near my mouth but I didn’t think I would breathe again

Suffocating on my own blood red ichor drip-drip-dripping onto the ground

Running through my fingers in ways I’d never

Quite seen it do before

Nine stitches for a little silvery line above my brow but

It changed everything

“You’d be dead without me” muttered into an empty waiting room

But it’s nine little lines of bloody thread holding me together

I said what I needed to say and never could and took the knife

In my back in my ribs in my throat

Twenty-odd is young enough to think you’re invincible and

Old enough to know better

Or maybe it’s the other way round—

Old enough to hope you’re some primordial thing that time forgot

But young enough to still believe in dying

But I didn’t

I was wrapped up in delusions of my own godhood thinking

I could raise the world or

Maybe raze it

Nothing more than a tool to get the job done

Tired of spinning lies and spitting fire and

Waiting for the chain to wrap me up and cage me

The wolf waits but he does not forget

I spent so long blind and deaf and dumb that the nine little stitches

The ones stabbed through my skin at twenty-odd and young-old-wrong

(Enough to think they wouldn’t change a thing)

Meant so little and yet everything, everywhere, all at once.

The secrets of myself constructed carefully of spider’s silk

Bound up in silvery self-knit pieces until a patchwork sign emerged

Of things I had yet to do

Hell is cold

And it is empty

And I am here

Tracing fingers over shadows in the dark

And troubling my barely-feathered mind

On legacies and marks

And nine

Little

Stitches

I was twenty-odd when I needed nine stitches in my forehead

And they closed the seam between

Living and dying.

H.P / 2023

#poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #dark academia #writing #my poerty #spilled ink #words

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curryswirl · 2 years

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Pick my Poison

BANDCAMP

SOUNDCLOUD

It’s my first time putting out a song with vocals, so go easy on me! ^_^

lyrics below the cut!

you wanna know my secret, ill let you inside you’ve got an itch like me, got nowhere you can hide we’ve all got little droplets in our minds don’t let it get to you, and follow my advice, just

swallow it down, stuff in it til theres more poison inside you than what you had before sweep it under, raise the number its working for you heaven knows i pity those who can’t hold their own poison too

what have you done now? what have you done now? it's got you prone and pinned down where are you gonna run now?

pack up your boxes and hide them far away “it feels better in the moment so it must be right”, you’ll say ill pick my poison, it’s duller than a knife it’ll cut me slower, and that way ill be alright

you think you’ve got resolve, that you’re invincible you think you’ll be a rock, keep it always half full try as you might you cant be rid of me i'm here to stay, don’t let me catch you peeking

gamble, in shambles you flipped a false token all of your marbles in one rotating motion, its luck now, don’t wake me up, now its all up to fate n' we know that fate don’t do nothing but take and take and take and take

ive got no choice, no sense in trying that’s what i’m selling and what i’m buying ill pick and choose, pay for express addressing all but the right address im uninterested in collateral it doesn’t matter, no matter who’s lateral its in my nature, just like the weather that way i don’t have to get better

cast it aside, dont you look it in the eyes just keep telling everybody all these broken little lies pulling the wool snug over my own eyes ill be keeping myself blinded by my own headlights just

pack up your boxes and hide them far away “it feels better in the moment so it must be right”, you’ll say ill pick my poison, its duller than a knife itll cut me slower, and that means ill be all

#music

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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“𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫”

character(s) — bokuto koutarou

genre — fluff, angst

word count — 2.2k

summary — bokuto has always been the center of your world. as you grew closer every day, you had decided that you'll confess to him one day or...he would confess to you. oh, how you were wrong.

note — today i woke up and chose violence >:) and also happy late birthday to my baby, my beloved, my starboy, bokuto koutarou! and with that, i chose to instead write angst for my fave. hope you all enjoy! hehe >:))

Bokuto Koutarou was used to the spotlights – the cheering fans, the people coming up to him for a photo and an autograph, the satisfaction that comes with winning matches in volleyball.

It felt great. Euphoric, even. He felt invincible during these moments, like he could do anything.

That's one of the reasons why you like him. No, love him. Your friend once joked that your admiration had transcended the level of an innocent crush and turned into a full blown obsession with the spiky haired boy.

That and his friendliness – his lips seeming to be in a permanent smile every time you see him. Always surrounded by a bunch of his friends, rotating around him like he's the sun. You feel for them, really. You should know, your entire world revolves around him.

It could have been boredom, it could have been the lack of students he knew, or it could have been because he's interested in you, but he approached you one day in class and tapped you on your shoulder.

“Hey, what class was this again?”

You were shocked to say the least. Partly from Bokuto not knowing what class he was in and for the most part because, well, he talked to you. This is, like, your luckiest day ever.

Stammering for a bit, you made sure to blink twice just so you know you weren't dreaming and that the man you've been pining for how many years now is talking to you.

“Um...History?” You softly mumbled.

Bokuto sat back in his seat, nodding with a huge 'O' forming on his lips.

“Thanks a lot!” He gave you one of his famous beams and you swear that your heart might have stopped beating at that moment.

“No problem!” You were about to face the front when he tapped you again.

“Sorry, but I don't think we've met. What did you say your name was again?”

“Y/N.”

His smile got even bigger at that and he chuckled, offering you his large hand. With wide eyes and an even rapidly beating heart, you clasped it carefully on your own before shaking it gently. His hand felt calloused, you supposed it was because of playing volleyball for years. They felt warm, and you wished you could've held it longer when he pulled back, feeling your heart sink a little.

“That's a beautiful name, I like it! I'm Bokuto!”

He introduced himself as if half of the campus didn't know him by now, but you played along telling him that it's nice to meet him.

Since then, you two were almost always inseparable. He would invite you to join him and his friends at lunch, even offering to study together or just simply hang out. You didn't mind it one bit. You figured it's a good way to get closer to Bokuto and get a glimpse at what his world looks like outside the spotlight.

Being with Bokuto is like riding a rollercoaster. Without the seatbelts. It's as wild and as crazy as you expected it to be and Bokuto himself is a whirlwind you can only manage to keep up with.

He's always busy talking to one person or a group of them, always with his clique and never alone. You guessed it was part of his charm. But it doesn't matter how many people he's with – when you're with him, it feels like you two are the only person in the room.

He sometimes shows you that he's not always the golden boy most people make him to be. He's just as imperfect and like any other normal guy out there.

You both clicked immediately with your same interests and even on some that you have no interest in, just so you could spend more time with Bokuto and get to know him.

Every class with him, you hoped you would get paired or even be groupmates. You realized it wasn't that hard to work with Bokuto, and instead it was fun. He kept you both motivated working with each other, even recommending you songs that were oddly composed of love songs. Nevertheless, you were thankful for those moments. They felt special to you, and you hold them very dear to your heart.

You just realized one day that, ‘oh shit, I'm in love with him.’

If he notices, he doesn't say anything about it. You became even closer to Bokuto, even talking til the late hours about anything and nothing at all.

Those hours felt religious to you – his groggy voice rumbling through the speakers as you stared at his sleepy face. Eyes crinkling when he smiles, his white hair soft and down as he laid on top of his bed.

“You'd come to our next match, right?” He asked, yawning afterwards.

Chuckling at how cute he is, you nodded.

“Of course, Bo. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” If only he knew that you've been to his games since day one. You never missed any games. Whether they win or lose, you're there.

“That's what I love about you, Y/N! You're always so supportive of me!” As he laughed boisterously, you ignored the fast thumping of your heart at his outburst. Surely, he doesn't mean that? He was just excited, right? Yet, a part of you wishes what he said was true.

“Haha yeah, that's what friends are for, right?”

Needless to say, you didn't get any sleep that night.

It only got stronger from there. You almost can't go a day without seeing Bokuto's beautiful face. It wouldn't be a great day without your starboy.

“Y/N!”

The familiar voice of Bokuto made you jump as he ran towards you in the hallway. He had a huge grin on his face, and you couldn't help but mirror it. His smiles are just contagious.

His arms are spread wide and he scooped you off your feet, spinning you around and setting you down but not legging go of you yet.

“Y/N! Y/N! We won! Did you see it?! It was awesome! My spike was like BAAAM! And the opponent was like WHAAAT?!” You laughed at his over dramatic retelling of the game. Although, that's not how it really went, you let him have his fun.

Your face heated up at the close proximity between you two. Staring up at him as he rambles off, his face is glistening with sweat but strangely enough, it didn't bother you. He's literally glowing with the aftermath of their victory and how can you not bask in it?

“Yeah, you were really great out there, Bo.” You hoped he didn't notice how lovesick you are for him.

His rambles stopped and stared down at you with big amber eyes. He blinked and for a while, you thought that you might have said something wrong, but then, he broke out into laughter and he hugged you tight once again.

“Let's go have dinner right now! My treat!”

“Wait, what about your teammates?” You slowly pushed off of him.

“Don't worry about them. We can call this a...date!” It's hard to refuse when he's got that look on his face. And really, how could you? This is the guy you're in love with and he just outright asked you out on a date. You're on cloud nine right now.

So you two walked off, his hand in yours into what you'd call the best night of your life.

Days have passed and your feelings for Bokuto have grown stronger and more overwhelming as you tried to not so subtly hide it from him. Your friends even thought you were dating already when you told them your plan.

Strangely, Akaashi, who's Bokuto's best friend has pulled you aside that same day with worry etched on his face. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and he couldn't meet your gaze.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He hesitated, heaving a sigh. “Maybe you should think deeply about what you're planning to do.”

“Why?” You see no problems in this, but Akaashi's reaction made you think that maybe he's right.

“Bokuto's not worth it. I know I'm his best friend and I shouldn't say these things about him but...you'll only hurt yourself if you do this. Trust me.”

Your brows furrowed in anger, “No, you listen to me, Akaashi! Bokuto wouldn't hurt me and I know he likes me, okay?”

You didn't give him any chance to speak as you walked off to where you thought Bokuto would be.

It might be weird to see Bokuto in a library but there he was, nose in a book – which you caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a romance novel. Next to him were piles of the same genre.

“I didn't take you for the romantic type.” You teased as you sat beside him.

His head turned to your side twice before he realized it was really you beside him.

“Oh! It's you...aren't we all?” He replied coolly which you rolled your eyes at.

You took one of the books from his pile and eyed the cover. Soon enough, your curiosity won over.

“Why are you reading romance novels, Bo? It's not for someone specific, is it?” You joked, flipping through the pages and after about a beat, you turned to Bokuto to ask why he had gotten silent all of a sudden.

Bokuto put down the book he was reading a while ago and instead his hands are now wringing the hem of his shirt with a look that looks like fear on his face.

“What's wrong, Bo?”

“Let's say that I have this friend who likes someone and he wants to show them that they like them because he thinks they like him back. What do you think he should do?” When he blurts out his worries in one breath he glanced your way expectantly.

Your heart did somersaults inside your chest. Maybe you have a chance after all.

“Oh! Uh...if it were me, I'd say be honest. Be straight to the point and tell them how he really feels. It's better that way than beating around the bush, anyways.”

Bokuto nodded, exhaling. “Right. Be straight to the point. Be honest.”

And then, he turned to you with one of his winning smiles that you had grown to love.

“Thanks, Y/N! You're the best!” As he engulfed you into a hug, you can't stop feeling excited and hopeful that maybe, just maybe he returned your feelings.

You were at the edge of your seat and at the edge of your sanity that week. Waiting for something – anything – to happen. You haven't seen Bokuto in a few days, but you figured he might just be busy with practice, but even then he lets you tag along with him. You thought nothing of it and continued walking towards your next class when a familiar voice called you.

You almost didn't notice Bokuto standing near the lockers. You swore your heart stopped at the sight of him in front of you. He looked handsome. But if you're being honest, when is he not?

He walked towards you with a beautiful bouquet in hand. He was fidgety and nervous, but he still wore his wonderful smile.

Time seemed to have stopped and there were just the two of you again. Your eyes stayed locked on his and for a moment, you didn't blink. Fearing that you'll miss this important moment you've been waiting for.

“Y/N...I need to ask you something.” He said in a low voice, eyes looking sincere and searching yours.

“Yeah?”

Here it is, you thought. The big question. He'd drop on his knees, present the bouquet to you and ask you to be his. You'd wrap your arms around him, cry and tell him that you're all his.

But none of that happened.

“I got these for someone. Do you think the bouquet is perfect? I don't want to mess up my confession…” He fussed over his hair and tried to arrange the flowers even though they looked perfect. He looked perfect.

But he wasn't yours.

Your heart clenched painfully. You felt like you're running out of air to breathe. It's painful enough to look at Bokuto, but you couldn't keep your gaze away.

“O-of course, Bo! They're beautiful. I-I'm sure whoever that's meant for will l-love it.” You mentally cursed yourself for stumbling over your words in front of him.

He gave you a wobbly smile but this time, it hurt to look at him so happy like that for someone else. He gasped and his eyes widened, staring at something behind you.

“Oh, there they are! Wish me luck!” He stepped aside and walked behind you. Maybe you shouldn't have turned. Maybe you should have just gone inside your class as you should a few minutes ago.

But you cursed your curiosity and you cursed your stupid little heart as he took it with him. And there you watched as Bokuto beamed happily as he presented the bouquet to someone else. Someone that isn't you. Asking them to be his.

At that moment, only one thought remained in your mind. You wished you had listened to Akaashi.

#✏️ – signed by franz #🖤. bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader angst #bokuto x reader angst #bokuto angst #hq #hq x reader #hq angst #is it obvious i listened to traitor by olivia rodrigo as i wrote this? dgsjsk

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accursedkaleeshi · 2 years

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Oh gosh I’m probably going to get killed for even asking this lol. But grievous…do you ever wonder if your Sheelal abilities to see prophetic dreams…were actually Force Visions?

“You are right, interloper, I would like to kill you for asking,” Grievous said in that tone of his that lilted upward, giving his usually grim words a misleading cordial tone. The creases in the ragged flesh around his eyes would indicate he was angered by the assumption.

“Sheelal was…intuitive.” As forthcoming as he had been on the post-mortem internet, he had a hard time acknowledging his visions for what they were, even to himself. Perhaps especially to himself. “Sometimes events play out just as one imagines. Sometimes they did not. I never relied too heavily on one outcome" He very skillfully avoided any hard admission. “Our intuition & understanding of our people is not the same thing as whatever it is that the Jedi bend to their will,” Grievous rasped condescendingly. He did not like the implication that he could have been like them.

But you know, of course, that it was the same thing. Grievous only knew what he had to know about the Force & that was how to counter it in combat. By the time he was hunting Jedi for sport he was so very far removed from Qymaen’s connection to the Force that not even ancient Sith rituals could bridge the gap. He had cut it off & dug it out like a bullet to try & stop feeling the suffering of his people & the indescribable emptiness where Ronderu had once been. He never had, & still could not, put a name to the bond he & Ronderu shared. Even Ronderu, whom had been more spiritual than him, only ever referred to it as understanding.

Staunch denial was all you were going to get from the general this rotation. It seems that when Dooku got his hands on him he was already a broken man. Easier to piece together how Sidious wanted.

[Us: You were Force-sensitive™ Grievous: Source???

Anyway, I’m gonna put some more of my personal “problematic fave was force-sensitive” headcanons here if you want to read them.]

How much do you guys think Dooku explained to Grievous about the Jedi & the Force? I think Grievous only acknowledged so much as to understand & defeat them on the field of battle. That was all he was concerned about & all he could manage mentally. The Force was just a tactic that the Jedi had; telekinesis & sensitivity for which he could prepare. What was it exactly? None of his fucking business. Mysticism. Magic. Occult.

He's not stupid (sometimes). He would be aware that the Sith & the Jedi were insinuating an all-encompassing source of power. And by wielding such power they fancied themselves invincible. Manipulating minds, chasing prophecy, acting on the world without contact. Was there honor in such power? He convinced himself that there was not.

Why was General Grievous in such hardcore denial about the Force? I’ll give a few reasons but they boil down to sour grapes. Fifty-title warlord, giant unstoppable four armed cyborg, master of all lightsaber forms was definitely always him compensating. See how much he has accomplished? See how much he can do without it? He is better than you, better than it. Isn’t he?

At the core of it is loss. Qymaen jai Sheelal had always been an angry individual. He had always been very in tune to his fellow Kaleesh & felt very strongly what they felt. The Yam’rii brought such suffering & no one was doing anything about it. So he did it himself. With Ronderu around, he was unstoppable. But the vacuum of silence that was torn into him when she died was so much worse than anything that had ever happened to him.

He turned to the gods, the ancestors, the Force manifested in Kaleeshi culture, & asked one thing: Give her back or let me go. This the gods would not do. Instead the expectant & indignant clamoring of his people poured back into his head. No one was doing anything about it. So, fine. Grievous would do it. And he would do it on his own. Fuck the gods, fuck the ancestors, & fuck the Force.

Everything else he hates branches off of this void. He could unify the Kaleesh & outsmart the Yam’rii, blindside them with their capability. He could not stand against the Republic, sending actual Jedi against him, wielding a power Kalee had no counter to. The Huk thought they were better. The Jedi thought they were better. The Separatists thought they were better. That’s a lot indignant rage.

So, you can see how appealing it was to be rebuilt, state-of-the-art, trained by the galaxy’s best duelist, & to be unleashed on the Republic. No longer living for his people. No longer alive.

#asks #welcome to the force sensitive supporting character club #about his family #sw headcanons

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thebrainrotsreal · 5 months

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When I tell you I am still so speechless over this episode.

When I tell you I am thinking about Mark who we know really ingrained Nolan's speech back in s1, only see that Nolan looks like he meant every word. That Mark was replaceable, his mother was just a pet. When I tell you I'm constantly thinking about Mark, who only saw his father cry over a planet he's only known for months, and not the family he's had for years. When I tell you I'm thinking about Mark finally calling Nolan 'dad' again only to be immediately choked and yelled at. When I think about the parallels of s1's fight and this one.

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crackinwise · 3 years

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My pet AU is Kiyotaka and Mondo somehow out in the post-Tragedy Japan, surviving and saving people. Like either they didn't agree to stay locked in Hope's Peak for safety, or they survived the game and left with the others but didn't join Future Foundation. Major points up front, details divided into sections under the cut:

Mondo's objective would be to find his gang, and Taka's goal, besides finding his dad, would be repairing society while punishing those responsible for its destruction. But their direct task is keeping each other safe & helping victims along the way.

Mondo even stresses calling Taka "Ishimaru" instead of "bro" or his given name in front of others, so they might KNOW who's saving them. Taka caught on quick & is very grateful.

Taka would have kind of a breakdown reconciling who he is with what he has to do in a lawless world where every public moral is ignored. He keeps a small ledger of places they loot from, to compensate in the future.

At the start, Taka can only sleep burrowed against Mondo's chest or back, blocking out their damaged surroundings & pretending everything is as it was.

He cries in Mondo's arms one night after he couldn't avoid killing someone to save Mondo's life, and that's the tipping point. He thinks if he was better, stronger like his bro, he'd have noticed sooner & found a better option. Mondo is being so brave; he's Taka's rock and Taka wants to be as steady for him too. Their souls are already connected so obviously he just has to borrow more of Mondo's spirit, right?

That's how Ishida is created.

(In reality, Mondo just compartmentalizes and shoves down unhelpful feelings. You thought he needed therapy BEFORE all this, oh man-)

Ishida:

Taka ends up slipping into the Ishida facade for fight and flight; any time adrenaline kicks in and he feels he needs that boost. Sadly, that's most of their waking time. He guards Mondo and anyone they're saving like a fierce watchdog, and won't hesitate to bite.

He'll only come out of the role when he personally verifies it's safe and if Mondo can confirm it. Survivors are confused by the dual-sided Ishimaru switching right in front of them, but they're so grateful (and so much weird crap has happened) that it never phases them long.

Too many times, Ishida will go all day without a break. This means when their hideout for the night is absolutely safe, that it's okay to let go, Taka just collapses in exhaustion. But Mondo is there to catch him.

Mondo feels conflicted over the Ishida role because Taka is just a beast in it--it's very flattering and a little hot--but it also makes him worry more than before about Taka's health. He comforts Taka with a lot of praise and reassurances, and Taka sleeps lightly but otherwise fine.

Relationship: (slight mature warning)

When they touch, Taka swears he can feel the link between them flare to fuel them. Twin fires ignited. Mondo doesn't know about all that, but when their eyes meet it definitely makes him feel invincible, so, he can believe.

If they weren't already new boyfriends when The Tragedy hit, all this closeness makes sure of that soon after. Being together is their happiness and, for a while, their only link to pre-Tragedy lives. Vows not unlike marriage were exchanged one night. Where one goes, the other will follow. Anywhere. Always.

When they kiss, safe and alone, Mondo will ask what Taka wants; what he can handle that night. Sometimes it's just the kisses before passing out, sometimes it's more intimate touches to please them both after another hellish day.

Sometimes Taka will ask to be made love to, for obvious couple reasons, but also because Mondo inside him makes their tether feel stronger, more complete. Like going over the invisible line in bold marker. Taka believes any marks they can create with their mouths, any traces of themselves they can leave on or in each other, the easier they can find their bond and tap into it. (He had started a nervous habit of pressing in on lovebites to keep Ishida going when tired.)

Mondo tells him he doesn't need to find a poetic excuse for fetishes and Taka lovingly answers with a stomach punch.

Crazy Diamonds:

Mondo's gang members, the ones not dead or overcome with Despair, are slowly found and joined back up.

Any smaller and sturdier motorcycles are kept when found. If Mondo was able to keep his own in this version, it's a bit heavier than would be good for any off-roading--and much too loud for any stealth--but he refuses to part with it.

Every gang member respected Taka/Ishida the second they saw him fight beside their leader. Before Mondo says a word about him. They readily take orders from him in either form. The change in appearance was a surprise, but they're already used to some members wildly changing demeanor in or away from the gang, so it's easily accepted.

With the gang as backup to keep watch during downtime--after Ishida sized each one up and watched them for loyalty--the pair can feel a lot more relaxed. They joke about having a date in a blown-out restaurant they find, and they can finally enjoy a deep sleep.

When the group finds safehouses with more than one room, Mondo & Taka are given their privacy. Taka tries to insist everyone deserves a chance at privacy and they should rotate, but changing a gang's long-established hierarchy is a losing battle. And Mondo's not on his side because when they're alone he can be as sappy or touchy as he likes.

Legends:

Taka and Mondo save a lot of people over their journey and kinda become a legend that gets spread around and gives people Hope.

This area still needs work from me. Probably some research into Japanese myths and supernatural symbolism. A placeholder right now is something corny like "Two Men with burning eyes and thunderous voices will answer your cries for help. But if you're evil, the two will appear to you as One Demon and drag you down to the land of the dead."

There's also probably a need for costume changes since their color scheme is the same black & white of the Despair Remnants and monokumas killing people. Legend or not, it'd be easy for traumatized survivors to not know they're good guys at first.

Darker Moments: (blood, violence and vague attempted sexual assault)

After he killed a man to save Mondo, Taka luckily (he wouldn't use that word) doesn't have to again. Hurt? Yes. Beat unconscious? Yes. Maim? Yes, but some of the vile dregs of humanity are caught doing things that deserve worse--

--That deserve Mondo. Once when they were still traveling alone, a group of Remnants jumped them, managing to separate the two, and one knocked Taka out with a bad blow to the head. Mondo dispatched the others attacking him and got to Taka right as the Remnant was about to do something unforgivable.

Mondo snapped. He still doesn't remember what he did, he just remembers coming to in all the blood and dazedly picking Taka up to take him to a place he knew was safe.

Taka never finds out. He woke up a day later with a bandaged head and Mondo crying and kissing his hands. Mondo just told him he beat some and scared away the others.

Minor Details:

They try to always fight back-to-back and, to observers, seem to read each other's mind for where to move.

Taka/Ishida would use a sword or hand-to-hand. The pickaxe might just be a random pickaxe they find, if he uses it at all. Kinda hard to carry both a sword and a railroad pickaxe on your back, and I can't imagine it balances very well. (The size in official pics would be a 5lb head w/2-3lb handle.)

Mondo seems like he would use anything lying in debris to fight. Poles, pipes, chains. Aaaand maybe the knives he mentions in School Mode.

For any costume changes, Mondo would keep his jacket at least. A beacon for the Diamonds. Maybe a purple tank top, and different pants better for knife holsters. Unless the holster should wrap around his waist or hip instead?

Any changes to Taka's outfit would keep his armband. It's a reminder of his Talent and his goal to make Japan even better than before. Also wanna keep his boots or change to more rugged ones.

End Goal:

Obviously they'd end up in Towa, after the events of Ultra Despair Girls. They're reunited with Takaaki and Takemichi. Maybe they help set things right there a bit, or Makoto would get word to them about his plans vs Future Foundation's. Look at me, do I look like someone that knows how to end things?

There is no way you read all that. (I love you if you did.) But feel free to use all or any bits of it in your own works. Almost positive I'll never get to compose all this into a coherent fic format. I might update in short scenario posts under a 'Tragedy-survivor au' tag if I think of anything.

If you have a question or want something expanded upon, ask away.

#ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyondo ishida #mondo oowada #danganronpa #Tragedy-survivor au #i've only read like 2 fics that had this concept but it was ensemble so the boys weren't the focus which hurt me

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xxdragonwriterxx · 3 years

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🔥Pain... Love It🔥

A/N: What’s this? Wolfy didn’t write a 20 page mess of word vomit? Yeah, I finally did it and wrote a short fic! It’s only about 1.4k words! I got this idea from HTTYD with the relationship between Astrid & Hiccup when they first start to fall in love so if you see some similarities in there, that is where my inspiration from this fic came from (hence the title)! This fic is also my first fic that is gender neutral! I figured I ought to try something new for this blog and I want more people to feel included! I am more than willing to do this again or write for male readers if that’s what you guys want, just let me know and I’ll make it happen! I hope you enjoy this quick one shot!

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Astrid Goes For a Spin” By: John Powell 🐉

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(Y/N) propped their palms on the ground, their eyes blazing with anger and hurt as they pushed themselves out of the dirt and stood, once again repositioning themselves into a fighting stance as they turned to face their opponent. Levi continued to watch them, just as he had been doing for the past couple hours, with a bored look on his face, his fists raised and his eyes dark with fury. He looked as if he were fighting an enemy, his scowl fierce and his knuckles split from the hours of sparring the two had been doing ever since they returned from the expedition.

(Y/N) felt their legs shake, but they forced themselves to stand their ground. They were exhausted, sweaty, and emotionally drained, but they refused to crumble before their captain, who had deemed it necessary to beat them into the ground upon returning to the walls. They knew they had fucked up, knew they had disobeyed his orders and gone rogue, but they had only done it to save his life. They had expected him to be annoyed but thankful, at least feeling an inkling of gratitude for rescuing him. They had realized when he had approached them with a dark scowl on his face just how much they had underestimated the captain’s reaction.

But what were they supposed to do? Stand by and watch him die? They knew he was Humanity’s Strongest Soldier for a reason but even he wasn’t invincible. The panic they had felt when they had glanced over and seen him latched in the grasp of a huge abnormal, his gear broken and his leg injured, was indescribable, and they had acted without thinking. They had heard their fellow soldiers shouting at them to stop, they had heard the commander yell their name, but they had ignored all of them, their senses overwhelmed with thoughts of Levi and how to get him to safety. They had killed the abnormal titan with some difficulty, the beast proving to be smarter than they originally pegged it for, but they had eventually cut it down, swooping in to grab Levi and bring him back to the group. They hadn’t expected any kind of reward or gratitude, they weren't pining for attention, they had just wanted to save their comrade. But his reaction towards them had been harsh and confusing, their brain fraying slightly as it tried to make sense of everything. Maybe he was just embarrassed that one of his cadets had had to save him on a mission?

(Y/N) didn’t know, but whatever it was, they found they didn’t care. Nothing would make them regret their decision to save his life. Levi was special, important, not just to humanity, but to them as well. (Y/N) would die before they admitted it, but they would be lying if their choice to save him hadn’t also been influenced by their love of the surly raven.

Standing tall, (Y/N) shoved down the rush of pain and soreness that washed over their body and raised their fists higher, their eyes sparkling as they faced Levi, challenging him. They watched his eyes darken even more, watched as they narrowed and swirled with anger unlike anything they had ever seen before. It made their confidence falter slightly, as if they were facing the eyes of death, but they swallowed their fear and forced themselves to concentrate. No matter how upset he was, they knew he wouldn’t hurt them beyond repair, nor would he kill them. (Y/N) would take whatever he had to offer with their head up high, show him that no matter what he did, they would not apologize for risking themselves to save him.

Levi moved before they could blink, his movements so quick they barely had time to block. (Y/N) flew back but managed to stay on their feet, their muscles screaming in protest as they rotated on the spot, a kick aimed for his head. Levi darted to the side and grabbed ahold of their leg before it could hit the ground, using the newfound leverage to yank them off their feet, their back slamming into the dirt for at least the tenth time.

“That is for disobeying orders,” Levi growled through gritted teeth, his eyes swimming with icy fire.

(Y/N) pushed themselves back to their feet but they were on the ground again before they had even risen back up to their full height, the weight of his boot coming to rest painfully on their chest as they coughed for air.

“That is for being a reckless idiot.”

(Y/N) bared their teeth and shoved his foot from their chest, coughing the dust from their lungs as they stumbled back into a standing position. Levi’s right hook came at them like a bullet and they just barely had time to raise their arm in a block before it connected with their forearm, the spot aching with what they already knew would be a nasty bruise later.

“That is for unnecessarily putting your own life at risk,” Levi snarled, his voice cracking slightly.

(Y/N) loosed an animalistic growl and launched at him, the propulsion sending them right into his arms as their strategic mind left them entirely, their entire system focused on knocking him to the ground for once. Levi stumbled back from the impact but managed to pull himself together before he was sent into the dirt and spun them around, pinning (Y/N) to a nearby tree that they hadn’t even known was there.

His arm kept them pinned to the trunk, his body leaning against theirs to keep them from writhing out of his grip. He was so close, his warm breath fanning out over their face as he leaned in to place his lips near their ear. They tried to hide them, but they knew he could feel the shivers that skittered down their spine when his soft lips brushed against their skin.

“That is for scaring me to death,” Levi whispered, making (Y/N) lean back to look him in the eyes, confusion swirling in their (e/c) gaze.

Suddenly, Levi grabbed their collar and yanked them forward, smashing his lips to theirs and swallowing the muffled squeak they released into his mouth. The kiss was demanding but sweet, firm but passionate, telling them it was their choice. They could either kiss him back or move away from him, but they had to move. The shock finally faded a bit as his mouth moved against theirs, and they closed their eyes, their arms wrapping around his shoulders to bring him closer.

Levi groaned and lapped at their lips, a shiver spidering through his body when they opened their mouth without hesitation, wrapping their tongue around his and lapping at the roof of his mouth. Levi slipped his own tongue between their lips and danced with theirs, crushing them against the tree with a panting gasp as he finally indulged himself in the fantasy he’d had for years. The pair only parted when the need for oxygen became too great, both of them red-faced and breathless as they fought to wrap their heads around what had just happened.

“That,” Levi panted softly, “is for saving my life.”

Just as soon as he had come, Levi disappeared, pushing away from them and shaking his head, as if still trying to get a hold of himself. His eyes wandered over their form one last time, taking them in unashamedly, before allowing his expressionless mask to slip back into place, turning on his heel to head back to headquarters.

(Y/N) touched their lips, their chest still heaving with excitement and shock, the warmth of his lips on theirs seeping into their fingertips. It was surely the last thing they had expected to come from this interaction with their captain, but who were they to complain? They winced a little as they pushed off of the tree trunk to find the nearest shower, and made a mental note to rip into him later for nearly breaking their body before kissing them.

Despite themselves, a smile played on their lips the entire walk to their room, their eyes bright as they thought about everything that had happened. They knew they were going to have to talk, have to figure out what was going on between them and what they were going to do to move forward, especially on future expeditions, but if it meant (Y/N) got the chance to love him without fear of judgement or rejection, then they were ready for whatever the world wanted to throw at them.

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hrtiu · 3 years

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Written for a prompt from @flybynite19. It’s not as fluffy as I initially intended, but I hope you like it!

“So she ran out this way?” Riyo asked, pointing down the imposing entrance to the RCMO.

Commander Fox nodded. “Yes, ma’am. She climbed onto that statue, then ran along the top of the monument.”

“The monument?”

Commander Fox pointed to the long slab of bronze-colored stone running the length of the promenade. “The First Battle Memorial, commemorating the soldiers lost during the Battle of Geonosis.”

“Ah,” Riyo said. She vaguely recalled when the monument had been constructed. It had been mostly intended to increase morale among the soldiers, and very few senators had found the time to attend the dedication ceremony. Riyo herself had been busy in a budget meeting that day, if she recalled correctly.

She paced down the long walkway, looking the scene of the crime up and down. She took notes on her datapad, not sure exactly what Chancellor Palpatine was looking for but determined to present a thorough report.

“And security along this walkway, what was it like that night?” Riyo asked.

“There’s a 24-hour watch along the main entrance, but we sent out extra forces as soon as Tano’s escape was discovered,” Fox said.

“I see.”

Riyo continued on down the promenade, her eyes lingering on the blaster marks that marred the brand-new memorial. She reached the pillars that marked the end of the walkway and jotted down a few notes on the large canons flanking the exit. Palpatine wanted to know how their security forces had failed to contain their Jedi prisoner and what measures might be taken to prevent this sort of thing happening again. It was a difficult problem, considering how invincible the Jedi seemed at times. What was the Republic to do if they ever found themselves at odds with their Generals?

She turned back to the Commander. “And these canons, are they-” She cut herself off, seeing that he was all the way back at the monument. He stood, hands behind his back, helmet tilted up at the imposing slab of rock.

Riyo jogged her way back to him. “...Commander?”

Fox started, the first time she’d seen him anything but composed and immovable. “Senator Chuchi, my apologies. How can I help you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Would you mind telling me some more about this memorial?”

“It’s Geonosian stone, installed only a month ago. It gave the convict more cover to make her escape-”

“No, I mean, what does the memorial mean to you?” Riyo asked.

“Oh! Well…” he hesitated, then took a step towards the monument, resting his hand against the smooth stone. “It lists the designations of the fallen.”

“Designations?” Riyo moved a few steps closer to the Commander.

“Yes. My designation is CC-1010. We receive our designations before our names.” His finger glided along one of the names—designations, she mentally corrected—carved into the ruddy stone.

CC-1011, it read.

“Was he a friend of yours?” Riyo asked, her voice going soft.

“He was my twin.”

Riyo allowed herself a small chuckle. “Aren’t you all twins, in a way?”

She couldn’t see his expression behind his helmet, but she imagined a modest smile creeping up his face. “In a way, but 1011 was my tubemate. Like identical twins, we started out as one, then became two.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, though of course she couldn’t. Not really. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“That’s war, ma’am. Better that we be sacrificed than an innocent civilian.”

Riyo resisted the urge to grimace, an acrid taste filling her mouth. “Don’t say that,” she said, though wasn’t that exactly what the Senate believed?

“It’s a soldier’s job to live by the truth, even if it is difficult to accept.”

“Can’t it be our job to change things, if the truth is… isn’t right?”

Fox turned his head to her, his helmet tilted slightly to the side. “That might be a senator’s job, ma’am, but it’s not mine.”

A strained silence filled the space between them, and the weight of her office sat heavy on Riyo’s shoulders. He was right. Not everyone was in a position to change things, but she was. She needed to make the most of that.

Her chin dipped towards her chest, and she twisted with the gold bangle that hung around her wrist. “I swear I will do my best to make things right, Commander.”

“And I will do my best to protect the Republic, ma’am.” He nodded sharply to her and turned from the monument, apparently ready to move on. Riyo’s hand blocked his path, stopping him before he could pass her by.

“Forgive me, Commander, but would you mind telling me more about your twin? CC-1011?” she said. She worried that she was crossing some boundary of politeness, but the columns of nondescript numbers lining the stone monument in front of her begged for recognition, cried out for some kind of illumination.

Fox hesitated a moment, then turned slowly back towards the slab. “Certainly, ma’am.” His helmet tilted down towards his feet, and his hands met behind his back. He often rested with his hands behind his back in a loose parade rest, but Riyo noticed that this time his gloved fingers fidgeted with a nervous energy.

“CC-1011’s name was Fox,” the Commander said at length.

“But… isn’t that your name?” Riyo asked, wondering if there was some quirk of clone culture she was missing.

“It is now, but when I was a cadet I went by Jackal.

Riyo wrinkled her nose. Jackal sounded like the name of a brash, boundary-pushing firebrand, not someone with the poise and control of Fox.

“I know what you’re thinking, but back then the name fit. Then after Geonosis, I lost him. I took his name, in his honor, and tried to… Tried to be more like him. Tried to get over myself and my di’kut attitude.”

Fox looked back up at the monument, his hands falling to his sides. His helmet tipped far back, revealing a narrow sliver of skin just above the black bodysuit that covered most of his body. Riyo thought about CC-1011, the first Fox, and wondered where his body was now. Probably abandoned somewhere on that wretched planet. And yet here Fox stood, genetically identical and determined to carry on his brother’s legacy. If he took off his helmet, she’d see the departed Fox’s face.

It was a stupid idea, but Riyo had built her career on doing what she felt was right, prudence be damned. She took a step towards him and reached a delicate hand out, her fingers clasping loosely around his gloved hand.

He flinched. “Senator Chuchi-”

“Please allow me this small gesture of comfort, Commander. It is the duty of all sentient life to care for each other in our grief.”

He didn’t answer for a moment, just looked down at their joined hands. “Yes, ma’am.”

His fingers slowly tightened around hers, and she smiled, squeezing lightly back.

“I never had the pleasure of meeting CC-1011, but from what I know of you, there is no doubt in my mind he would be proud that you carry his name,” she said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, his voice barely loud enough for his helmet to pick up.

They stood there for several minutes, the silence solemn but accompanied by a deep sense of peace. Riyo took the time to read each designation, noting the ones in sequential order and wondering if they’d been friends—wondering if they’d died together. She made sure to repeat each designation in her mind, to send a prayer of gratitude and mourning up to the heavens in their honor.

“Commander?” The faint sound of radio chatter coming from Fox’s helmet interrupted their vigil.

“Fox here,” Fox said, his fingers sliding from Riyo’s as he stepped back from the monument.

Riyo turned towards the end of the promenade, her hand feeling oddly light and bereft. A warm flush rose to her cheeks, though she didn’t understand why. It wasn’t as if whoever had commed the Commander had even seen them together.

Fox walked back to Riyo. “Apologies, Senator. The Chancellor needs me for a briefing. If you’d like to continue your inspection Commander Stone can relieve-”

“There’s no need,” Riyo said. “I’ve seen quite enough, thank you.”

“Very well. I’ll accompany you back to your transport.”

“Thank you.”

They walked together back to the docking bay where her driver waited for her, and Riyo felt strangely awkward walking alongside the Commander, unsure of what to say.

“I’m grateful for your help today, Commander Fox,” she settled on eventually, though the words felt thick and strange on her tongue.

“I’m not sure I did much to assist, but you’re welcome, ma’am.”

“No it was… illuminating.”

He nodded in response.

Riyo twisted the bangle around her wrist again. She opened her mouth, then shut it, then gave the bangle another good rotation. “I should have come here earlier.”

“I made the earliest time available to you, senator, but if there’s anything else I could have done-”

“No, I mean, I should have gone to the monument’s dedication. I should have seen this earlier.”

“Oh.” Fox said, silent for a long moment as they walked. “Well, you’re here now, ma’am. That means a lot.”

They arrived at the docking bay, and Riyo’s driver hopped out of the speeder to open the door for her. Fox held a hand out to her to help her into her seat, the gesture unnecessary but appreciated. She sat down in the speeder and looked up at him, imagining for a moment that she could see his piercing eyes through the opaque black of his visor. “I won’t make that mistake again, Commander. I promise.”

He nodded to her, and she knew his eyes were locked on hers. “I know, ma’am.”

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sagemcmae · 3 years

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SessKag DDN January 2021 Theme: Space

Vast

The sea of grass sways in the summer breeze. Under the sun’s light, the blades change from green to gold. Sesshomaru watches the hypnotizing transition of the colors, his mind drifting far from his position.

Distraction plagues him often these days. His thoughts are an endless stream of questions. Like the strands of grass before him, his thoughts bounce back and forth, dancing along the line between reason and impulse.

It is a narrow ledge. He has never been this close to falling over.

Throughout his entire life, Sesshomaru has followed the path set before him. He has only deterred from his course once. The choice to restore Rin’s life was the will of Tenseiga, not his own. The blade chose her. He could blame his detour on the sword. When it comes to his current predicament, there is only one whom he can hold responsible.

Himself.

Sesshomaru tilts his head to the sky, contemplating what will become of him. If he allows himself to continue along this path of shameful musings, he will become a sentimental fool— weak and incompetent.

This he cannot allow.

He tells himself to ignore temptation, to avoid the one who has put all these ridiculous notions in his head. He guards his heart with the same ferocity as his ward.

“Sesshomaru!”

He turns.

She appears on the hillside with a warm smile and a wave.

Perhaps he has it wrong. Maybe he is already the fool.

But with her he feels invincible.

With Kagome, the possibilities are vast.

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Cold

If Sesshomaru were to compare her to something, he would liken her to the sun. She is full of warmth. Her aura is bright and vibrant. Those in her life flock to her, a constant rotation of friends, family, and acquaintances.

The miko delights in the company she keeps. She showers them with praise, lavishes them with gifts, and embraces them tightly. He never has to guess what she is thinking. Her emotions are written on her face. Rarely, has he seen her guarded or closed off.

Though there are times when she is ashamed of her feelings— usually because of something his half-wit brother has said —the miko remains happy. She shares her smiles with everyone.

Even him.

By comparison, his mother is cold. She may love him— in her own way —but she does not express it through physical touch or words. His mother has always placed propriety over all else. Sesshomaru can only imagine how she would react if she saw the miko’s horrendous manners.

He smirks at the visual.

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Air

The first time he encountered her alone was by that forsaken lake. What happened to her companions remains a mystery. All he knows is that he blames them for her plight.

When he arrived at the water’s edge, the last thing he intended to do was enter. Then he saw her head crest the surface. Her arms flailed wildly and he went to her.

Sometimes, he can still hear her frantic gasps for air. The sound haunts him even now.

It is what makes him reach for her in the evening, seeking reassurance that she is safe. The way his fingers gently card through her hair is nothing like the desperate way she clung to him that day. Drenched and shivering, she had clamped onto him with more strength then he realized one so small could possess.

He had lent her mokomoko made and gone in search of wood to build a fire. Sesshomaru intended to warm her body and dry her clothes but when he had returned, she was gone.

The scent of his brother polluted the air— his only clue to what had happened to her.

And the only reason why he did not follow.

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Black

The endless darkness terrifies her. Each and every time Kagome tries to enter the well, the memory of that day stops her. She stands there, frozen as the nightmare takes hold. Her crippling fear has already caused her to miss two exams and her little brother’s birthday.

Kagome tells herself she won’t let one bad day ruin her. She flings herself over the side, dropping through the shaft with a scream.

The portal opens.

Kagome descends through the continuous void.

When her feet land in the dirt, she glances up, relieved to find herself not at the bottom of a deep lake but back at the shrine.

But as she climbs out, Kagome finds herself remembering something else from that day.

The strong arms of the one who saved her.

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Pull

His constant indecision is akin to the push and pull of the sea. It wears him down, slowly taking over his sense of purpose bit by bit until he can no longer see reason.

Sesshomaru bypasses all protocol. He does not announce his intentions. He does not request permission. He does not wait.

In battle, if one remains still for too long, they will be discarded. The same can be said for courting. Sesshomaru can not afford to be stagnant. If he wishes to have the miko, he needs to act.

Now.

He slips away from his vassal’s prying eyes, dodges a run-in with the half-breed, and manages to scare off the wolf prince.

His efforts are not in vain.

When he finds her, she is alone in the hot springs.

He makes his move.

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Distant

It is strange how far from someone you can feel even when they are walking right beside you. The realization has bothered Kagome all day. With each step the group takes toward defeating Naraku, she feels herself drifting further away from Inuyasha.

At first, Kagome figures it is because of Kikyo. Inuyasha doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that his ex-girlfriend is a clay doll. To him, Kikyo is still the perfect priestess she was in life. He doesn’t acknowledge the fact she relies on her soul scavengers to keep her standing upright or her disregard for others.

Kagome isn’t sure how to feel about that. Sango tells Kagome to hate Kikyo but all Kagome feels toward the other woman is pity— pity for the life that has been stolen from her and pity for her lost chance with Inuyasha. It is cruel, unfair.

Once Kagome recognizes that she feels sorry for them, it is easier to let go. Pity isn’t love. Maybe she can love Inuyasha as a friend or even as a brother but Kagome will never feel for him the way he feels for Kikyo— the way they feel for each other.

She sinks into the hot spring, wondering where that leaves her. In truth, she has been considering a life here in the Feudal Era. It is easier to manage than entrance exams and job hunting. Kagome would rather face off against a demon than a math test any day.

“I’m ridiculous,” she mutters to herself.

“I disagree,” a deep voice replies.

Kagome’s eyes go wide as Sesshomaru steps into the springs.

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Matter

She does not scream for her companions to come to her aid, nor does she make a move for her bow. Sesshomaru takes this as a sign that he can stay. He settles into a rock across from the miko, keeping his gaze upon her.

Droplets crash into the pool, falling from her wet bangs and sending ripples across the water’s surface. Her cheeks are painted scarlet and her eyes look at everything but him.

“You are unusually quiet this evening,” he remarks.

Her throat bobs slightly. Sesshomaru watches her lips part as if she means to speak to him. Then, she shakes her head and closes her mouth as quickly as she opened it.

“If you are concerned about my brother, you needn’t worry. He is preoccupied with that abomination he calls a lover,” Sesshomaru tells her.

Still, she says nothing.

Her head is angled down. Under the veil of steam, he can barely make out the color of her eyes. He wishes to be closer but he doesn’t dare move for fear is scaring her off.

“Are you frightened of me?”

The miko shakes her head.

“Then what is the matter?”

“Seriously?” she scoffs. She raises her face, glaring at him. “You’re naked!”

He blinks. “I fail to see the issue.”

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Light

Kagome covers her face with her hand. “I— uh, I’m going to go,” she announces. She reaches around behind her, trying to locate her towel.

Full moon was last week which means there is barely enough light to see anything. Well, anything except for Sesshomaru’s extremely defined chest.

Don’t go there, girl, she warns herself.

Her fingers close around soft fabric. Sighing with relief, Kagome slips out of the hot springs, making sure to hold the towel up to maintain her modesty.

As if there’s any of that left, she thinks ruefully remembering all the times Inuyasha and Miroku have spied on her and Sango. Perverts!

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Radiant

Sesshomaru has never denied himself anything. What he wants he takes. He has the title, the strength, and the power to obtain what lever he desires.

Yet, when it comes to the miko, he restrains himself.

His eyes linger on the slender slopes of her shoulders, the gentle line of her spine, and supple curves of her breasts. She is radiant.

He does not stop her from leaving the spring. Nor does he call after her. She may not know how she affects him but he is acutely aware of how he affects her.

The air is thick with arousal. The taste of it hangs heavy on his tongue, a sampling of what is to come.

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Gravitate

Kagome nearly trips over her own feet as she hurries away from the springs. The only thing she can hear is her pulse ringing in her ears. The noise drowns out everything else and makes her feel a bit light-headed.

She stumbles into the clearing, earning her a curious look from her friends.

“Is everything alright, Kagome?” Sango asks.

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine,” she answers, waving her friend off. “Just going to grab my stuff and get dressed.”

“Do you need any help?” Miroku inquires.

A smack echoes through the forest, causing Kagome to laugh. You think he’d have learned by now, she thinks, shaking her head.

With her pajamas in hand, she finds a quiet spot several paces away from the group. The branches overhead have blocked out almost all of the light, making it difficult to see.

Kagome fumbles and curses as she attempts to stick her foot through the leg of her pajama bottoms. It snags on the seam. She loses her balance and falls to the ground.

Groaning, she rubs her backside. That will leave a bruise.

With a sigh, Kagome hastily dressed before anyone comes over to see what all the commotion is about.

Just as she finishes slipping her top overhead, a voice whispers in her ear. “If you require assistance, all you need to do is ask.”

Kagome gasps. “Sesshomaru!”

He takes her hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. “Until next time.”

Then, he is gone.

But Kagome knows he’ll be back.

She wears a smile to sleep that night, dreaming of dancing in the dark.

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whet-ones-write · 4 years

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Headcanons - Daichi + Noya with a S/O who whoops ass at Volleyball

Hey anon! Sorry for the lateness work has been working me to the bone! (ಥ﹏ಥ) I can’t wait to have days off to just relax and work on more things

But still here you go! I hope these are what you were hoping for!

Headcanons / Requests: OPEN! (And now empty lol <3 (○ﾟε^○) ) Masterlist : Here (WIP)

Still (人◕ω◕) Lets begin!

Daichi Sawamura;

★ It was no secret that you had a crush on the boy’s volleyball captain, and while you were just a member of the female team it wasn’t unusual for you to be seen together as you and Yui Michimiya were often discussing matters pertaining to the club. Still he tried to say it was a case of that he needed to talk to Yui about captain things but it was all just a lie to see you and that’s how you got to know each other before he asked you out much to the joy of the other boys.

★ He had never seen you play only because his own team kept him busy and on top of needing to talk to coaches and Suga about issues with the lads he was always kept away from your own practice in which you always finished on time because the other girls didn’t really take it seriously like you and Yui wanted to.

★ So when the interhigh games you were excited to finally be playing in a team and hoped that Daichi’s games matched up with yours only to be cursed again that they were at the same time but in different gyms. Though when parting he gave you a good luck kiss on the cheek before running off for his own games and you going to your’s.

★ You didn’t notice it when he entered the building. You were far too focused on your game and trying not to lose that he was in the stands with the rest of his team. They all knew about you and that you loved the sport just as much if not more than Daichi so they wanted to see you play too. Though seeing the score 22-22 to the other school you were starting to lose hope.

★ It wasn’t until Sugawara yelled words of encouragement did you notice the boys in the stand and spotting your other half you took a deep breath before grinning. Though he wasn’t outwardly speaking he was looking at you with a look you could just read. “Come on you can win thing just keep going”

★ With that in mind you all yelled in unison before picking up the pace, or that was the plan before the whistle went... It would be your turn to serve as you were subbed in as the pinch server and you took a deep calming breath as you subbed your fellow girl as a player before taking the center stage.

★ This was your turn to shine and with Daichi there you felt invincible. You felt on top of your game despite how dire the situation was. Still you spun the ball up before throwing it, you ran, jumped and hit it as hard as you could. They called it an out. Though the refs stated otherwise.

★ 23-22 a piece, time to get another. Power server? Not an issue they thought. So seeing them shuffling around you smirked as you took the ball, taking another deep breath you focused on the court and took a few moments before nodding to yourself. Tossing the ball up this time without the spin they panicked as it came to the net as this time you had done a jump float! Just how many tricks did you have up your sleeve?!

★ 24-22 as it fell. They re-arranged themselves now realising that they couldn’t really predict what you would hit. So they just got themselves ready to take whatever you had at them. But you knew it wasn’t any use if they couldn’t make it connect.

★ As the whistle went you took your next deep breath knowing and hoping you could end it here for the first, letting you one and only weapon take the center stage. Looking up to the ceiling you took a second to calculate it before taking a step back. Tossing the ball low and hitting it with an underhanded serve.

★ So when the ball dropped in their court as they just couldn’t make it connect everyone blew up into cheers. Your one weapon? You had perfected and when lining up to see the boys in the stand Daichi was just shocked as you winked. You had stunned him like nothing else had. What else did he not know about you? And when the hell did you get so good? He really needed to see you play more, because those points had him hooked.

Yuu Nishinoya;

★ While the boys failed at interhigh the girls continued on to play another round. After begging Ukai to let them go and see you play he figured it might be a good moral boost for the girls as well as letting the boys see some girls that *might* actually be interested in them. Still hoping the thoughts would work Ukai happily let them spend the rest of the day at the other court hoping to see you play.

★ As always Noya never got to see you play before which was another reason why he begged the other to let the boys stay to see the girls hopefully win their match. His practice always ran late and only ever got to walk you home as he was normally too tired to play with you when his team manages to tire him out.

★ Seeing you guys though warm up, he couldn't help but be excited for the incoming battle to begin. He knew you were a spiker but you often changed positions depending on who you were playing. Sometimes you were a left wing spiker and if you weren’t then you would be the right side. Not that they knew this but there would be several reasons as to why which would show though the game that they watched. .

★ You weren’t playing an over powerful team and although it took a whole set to finally get to know what kind of team you were up against it seemed that you would be a Right side wing spiker for the match.

★ As the second set began you took up the spot right in the center to receive more. It seemed that the other team had a powerful setter and you would be the one to receive it almost each time. Though some of the touches were off, they always went up without touching the floor.

★ Even the Libero on the team was jealous of your skills on your good days when they were out of rotation. The rallys went on for longer and noya stood there in awe at your skills, he knew he was known for his defensive skills but this? This was something on another level.

★ His face lit up and cheered you on excited and happy that he loved someone that could give him a run for his money on any day of the week. He had never seen you this good nor in your element like this and it excited him in more ways than one if you catch my drift (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ

★ And if that wasn’t enough when the Libero was on your spikes were something he couldn’t wait to be on the other end of. The sound that it made when your hand connected to the ball was something that took his breath away each time. Even though it wasn’t often he knew he would take one of those spikes to the face and never regret it.

★ While yes you were tired and overworked you almost single handedly helped the team gain the points needed to win as after all if it wasn’t for your defensive work, they couldn’t spike or continue the volley to get the points needed to win.

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