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xcixmoon · 1 year

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zero - part II

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⤥ simon 'ghost' riley x reader

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you watched as ghost carefully tended to your gunshot wound. a sting went throughout your body when he wiped off the dried blood - you groaned lightly at the feel.

you noticed ghost eyes looked up at you, “sorry…” you mumbled.

you were laying on a old couch that was at the current safe house you found and ghost was kneeling down to see your injury.

thankfully the safe house had some medical supplies stored.

every bit of useful supplies you always kept with yourself was left in your backpack with the shadows and graves in the car.

ghost had hardly said a word when you both got to the safe house. you both had to move quick as graves was looking for you, soap, and ghost. it was clear enough that graves was willing to do anything to get you all.

you shut your eyes in annoyance with the situation, you felt like you were dead weight to ghost, “why haven’t you said anything?” you finally asked him.

you were used to ghost speaking up in situations like this but you were left with nothing, it made you feel worse about the situation.

ghost sealed up the wound and set down the medical supplies, “what you were willing to do was stupid.” he finally spoke.

he was right.

ghost was always the one to be blunt and straight forward, there’s no beating around the bush with him.

“why is that?” you couldn’t help yourself.

you just had to ask, you were irritated at the situation at hand and your words just spilled out before you could think.

ghost got up from the floor and walked to look out a near window. you heard commotion going on - the shadows were killing innocents.

sure, the cartel had people under their wings but hearing the screams of the women and men that had no clue what was going on made you more motivated to get back at graves.

“bloody bastard.” you heard ghost say under his breath.

you knew this upset ghost as well, he had his suspicions towards graves as is and he was right all long.

ghost turned towards you - “price and i taught you better than to let anger control you.” he finally answered.

you felt disappointed in yourself when the words came out.

he was right, yet again.

once joining task force 141, you had spent a lot of time with price and ghost. price would often be the one to give you the best advice while ghost furthered your training.

spending time with each other allowed you both to open up, occasionally. you were the first to slowly let your walls down and tell him about why you are the way that you are and ghost would occasionally drop hints about his past.

in some cases you were similar.

"we're a team y/n. we need to stick together." ghost said.

a scoff escaped your lips.

you still couldnt help yourself and his words upset you further, your hand skimmed your cheek across your newly scar. "is that why you guys came looking for me?"

you were being stubborn and soon regret it as soon as the words left your lips.

the fuck are you thinking.

but the words kept going, "if i wasnt with sin nombre i bet you lot wouldve just left me."

"thats not true and you know it." ghost responded calmly.

you got up and walked towards ghost, "then where the hell was alejandro or you, you were overwatch! you had soap doing the task to get her but alejandro failed to be the eyes and ears when we needed it!"

you wanted to say i needed but that was selfish.

you were never selfish and always knew things happen out of plans when going on missions. nothing is ever set in stone because the enemy can always have another plan.

you were acting out and knew it but you couldn’t stop. it was a foreign feeling to feel this way but you wanted answers. you were picking a battle that wasn’t worth fighting.

you never asked about that day because there were other important things to tackle.

there still are other important things to tackle.

ghost looked down at you - you were small compared to him but still you managed to feel taller than him in your fit of anger.

"stop talking zero," he warned you.

"no." you responded.

ghost pushed past you, "that wasnt a request, it was an order."

you turned to ghost in disbelief, "you want me to shut up then tell me what i want to know simon."

ghost pov

she was being so bloody stubborn.

when the words “if i wasn’t with sin nombre you lot would’ve just left me.” hit me i was shocked at first but not surprised.

she was used to being left alone by those who are supposed to care for her - she had been alone since she was twelve.

a good for nothing father and a even worse mother.

i thought our chats would unknowingly let her know that no one in 141 is leaving her for any reason.

not even me.

we understood each other more than the others and i know for a fact that shes eating at herself for letting the words spill out with each word she speaks.

her calling me simon in a case like this pushed a button.

zeros pov

"where the hell did you think i was when the team collected sin nombre and you!" he raised his voice slightly. ghost looked into your eyes, you both were close to each other.

your chest rising and falling quickly trying to calm yourself down.

you scanned his eyes, "i was making my way to somehow get into that building as i got confirmation from alejandro that he couldn’t find you. i was willing to possibly risk the mission." he lowered his voice again.

he let out a big sigh and walked away.

you felt like a fool as soon as he said he was willing to risk the mission before you could respond to ghost you both heard soaps voice come through communication, a wave of relief hit both of you at the sound of it.

“we’re at a safe house now but zero is injured.” ghost told soap.

soap was whispering his words, “what are we gonna do L.t.?”

he had to be hiding from the shadows.

ghost looked at you for a split second, “meet us at the towns church, we have a better chance at getting the hell out of here from that direction.”

you grabbed your weapon and began trying to prepare yourself to head to the church but soon you groaned in pain, “shit…”

ghost looked at you as you tried to brush it off but doing that was no use. you were only going to further your injury.

he took off his sweatshirt and noticed a bit of his stomach flashed in doing so, you quickly averted your eyes from the sight and felt your cheeks grow red, “here.” you heard him say.

he made a makeshift sling out of his sweatshirt, you felt embarrassed at catching a glimpse of his stomach.

he had a happy trail and seen he was definitely in shape. you had to be in shape of course but you never got to see simons build with his armor always being on him 24/7.

“thanks…” still embarrassed about everything. you tried to avoid his eyes but his eyes were looking at you before you looked at him.

he tied his two sleeves together behind your neck, “don’t worry about it.” was all he said.

[two days later]

the last two days had been... tense.

you were hardly speaking to ghost after that night and people that were around were starting to notice.

soap, thankfully, is doing well after being shot by graves. he seemed to be in high spirits after seeing familiar faces again - you couldnt imagine being alone and injured while trying to dodge the shadows and graves.

you luckily had ghost who was quick with his decision making and was able to take down shadows by himself. the only time you both had talked when he was ordering you to wait or to follow him to get passed a few shadows.

getting out was easy with a partner.

none of you had gotten much sleep as everyones thoughts kept them up at night.

you were injured and tired but still had to keep fighting to get alejandro back and the final missile that was still in the hands of the enemy.

"graves most likely has alejandro here," rudy pointed at the map.

once ghost and you were able to round up soap, he took you to alejandros safe house, when you got there rudy was waiting. "graves also detained your men, would they be located in the same vicinity?" you asked rudy.

he nodded, "likely."

"we're going to need more than what we got." you told the group.

you looked at ghost and soap and they gave a nod in agreement, "we're well stocked." said rudy as he opened up a door that led to an armory.

"get supplies for your team and lets head out." ghost ordered.

everyone agreed and began getting ready.

"you got it L.t." said soap.

the group broke off to prepare for the mission. rudy was gathering equipment for his team, soap was getting his gear on, while ghost was studying the map of alejandros base.

wanting to talk to him you chose to ignore your thoughts and decided best to get ready. you went to freshen up and to take a look at your wound, you looked in the mirror and sort of felt like a different person.

you reflected upon recent events, "what in the fuck y/n." you said to yourself.

you splashed cold water on your face.

everything felt wrong.

everything is wrong.

a slight feeling of regret hit you as you thought about price recruiting you for 141.

the what ifs began to fill your head.

you werent an emotional person and the last few days proved that - you didnt know how to handle new feelings, "y/n." a familiar voice said behind you.

you looked in the mirror to see ghost standing at the doorway.

"i couldve been using the bathroom." you told him half jokingly.

"then you would have had the door closed." he responded and caused you to laugh lightly.

you turned to ghost and leaned against the sink counter, "what can i do for you?" trying to pretend everything was normal between you two. you were too busy looking at your bandage to notice that ghost was close to you now, "i want to talk about the other day." ghost told you.

you stopped your actions to look up at ghost.

he was closer than expected - your bodies almost pressed against each other. "right..." was all you said. you looked down at the ground in embarrassment, "im sorry about that, i honestly dont know what i was thinking about being selfish to think that way." you told him truthfully.

ghost tilted your chin up to look back at him, "dont apologize." was all he said.

you felt yourself beginning to blush at his actions, "ghost..." you began but he soon cut you off with his words, "i know you're beating yourself up over it but dont. i want you to understand that no one in 141 is leaving your side. understand?" he told you.

you gave him a half smile, "i supp-"

"i dont want a 'i suppose so' response. i want you to say that you understand, we are sticking together." he told you. he finger still rested below your chin, "i understand..." you trailed off.

"good girl." he responded.

you blushed more that this response, "lets head out - itll be nightfall soon." he told you.

ghost left the room to leave you like a blushing idiot, your face was visibly red as you looked back into the mirror. ghost had never flirted with you in the past but...

"no, he didnt mean it like that. right?" you asked yourself.

ghost pov

i hadnt realized how i felt about y/n until the last few days.

i purposely didnt speak to her much to get my head straight but it was useless. i seen how tense she was because we hadnt been speaking, she wanted to talk but didnt know how to approach me.

i felt responsible for it as i couldve easily spoke up but i also didnt know how to approach her. i decided to stop thinking too much into it about what to say or how to say it and just sort of... followed my heart when i spoke to her.

i did exactly that.

my heart was pound with each word i said and action i did. i hoped she couldnt hear my heartbeat as it felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. wearing a mask came in handy for many purposes, she couldnt see my face become red with my words but i could see hers.

she looked pretty when she became shy, i had never seen her that way before.

seeing her in that light confirmed my thoughts further.

i had a bloody crush.

zeros pov

getting into alejandros base was easy, the shadows had some guards on patrol but they werent on high alert like we suspected.

ghost had warned us that graves most likely didnt give up on finding us, we were so far lucky as you all maneuvered through the base.

soap was on cameras with rudy, he was instructing you and ghost the best approach to try to reach alejandro.

"zero, theres one on the balcony. take em out quietly, theres two others in the distance that can hear the body drop if you used your pistol." soap warned in the ear piece.

you worked your way climbing to the balcony to reach the shadow, you could see ghost covering behind a wall. you stuck your knife into the shadow, covering his mouth in the process.

"not so bad after being shot, eh?" soap commented on your ability.

ghosts voice came through, "johnny, focus."

"right. you both can either take out the two shadows out with your gun or knife. the coast seems clear for a bit of ways now." soap instructed.

you looked down at ghost who better positioned himself, "take em out, zero. i got right." ghost told through comms.

you took out your silenced pistol to aim to the shadow to the left and pulled the trigger and ghost followed. the bodies dropped and you noticed a truck pulling up, "shit, ghost... theres a truck approaching. they might see you and the bodies."

ghost noted your words, "soap, visual?" he asked.

"theres a power bank nearby, if you turn it off then the shadows will be blind. theres four of them, seems like theyre splitting up." soap told ghost.

you noticed ghost reaching the power bank and cut the power. "good work, one of them is approaching you L.t. - he seems like a big boy. your knife skills will be useful." soap said.

ghost quickly moved his way around to hide from the approaching shadow, he was distracted turning the power back on and ghost took the opportunity to strike him down.

you and ghost continued to work your way through the shadows in a stealthy manner, luckily they werent alerted but you still had to work quickly to reach alejandro. you and ghost looked at the holding cell building in front of you.

"rudy, soap. coast is clear - make your way down here and we can get alejandro." ghost instructed.

you looked at ghost, he was still keeping an eye out for any shadows that might be lurking. you couldnt help but feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as you thought back to a few hours ago.

"take a picture." he said to you.

"what?" you laughed. he couldnt respond as you both heard footsteps approaching from behind, "lets get alejandro, yeah?" soap spoke with a smile.

"hes going to be upstairs, there should be a room across that unlocks the doors. lets take it slow and approach from there." rudy told us. ghost agreed, "a team gets alejandro, b team moves to get the rest of rudys men."

b team being you and rudy, "supply your men once you can. im sure graves is going to be alerted soon since his shadows have gone MIA." ghost ordered.

the team was able to take the quiet approach at first but one of the guards was able to alert graves before meeting his death, "shit..." ghost cursed as he, soap, and rudy was approaching heavy fire from enemies above.

you were a bit ahead of the team as you were able to move quickly compared to them, you noticed a room across that had weapons stored. "ghost... im going to try to work my way to high ground." you commed.

"what?" ghost responded back, "you stick with the team."

you rolled your eyes, "we're in a shit situation, we arent all going to make it out alive if we dont try to get the advantage." you told him, you already quickly made your way to the room and grabbed an AR that was fully kited but noticed a sniper sitting off to the side.

"bingo." you told yourself.

"zero!" you heard ghost call for you.

you were already rushing outside to see if you could work your way up to the rooftops as the building had skylights to get the advantage over the shadows, you noticed a latter and quickly climbed it.

as you looked down in on the windows you seen the shadows and ghosts team still fighting, a few had been taken down but still no real advancements were made - "im right here, sir." you told ghost before taking a shot at a shadow.

the body fell over the railing and fell down in front of rudy.

"what the hell was that?!" a shadow said to another.

you held your breath to help focus on the scattering shadows, they were panicking as they still had no clue where the shots were coming from.

you helped the team push forward as the shadows were becoming less and less, "good work," ghost said - "we're nearing alejandros cell, hurry down here and help rudy get his men.

"hard copy, rudy head down there. ill meet you." you told him.

rudy noted your words, you turned around to see a man standing near you with two others. "Now... what are you doing here." graves said before you could report back to ghost and the rest, you were met with a butt of a gun.

"zero? where are you?" rudy commed, "ghost! she isnt here." he continued.

you heard their voices but were too weak to respond, soon everything turned black.

"zero! how copy?!" ghost yelled.

to be continued...

please keep in mind this is a potential slow burn! smutty simon and fluffy simon will make an appearance at some point(s) in the series.

i do not own anything of call of duty or any of the characters. I rewrote some bits of the campaign to include 'zero’ for structure for the rest of my story.

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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Hi Cosmic! I’m not sure if you talked about this already or not, but I really want to hear your thoughts on this because I still see so many takes regarding this topic it makes my head hurt, it’s exhausting.

What do you think about Gege’s comment about Gojo not committing to women / his inability to be loyal to a woman.

I still see Gojo getting dragged and simplified, reduced to stereotypes to hell and back because of what Gege said. I’m just wondering what you think, I trust your theories and insights the most.

You know, I really don't know what to make of it. I used to think Gege was just trolling when he talked shit about Gojo, or put him down, but given the way he handled his death against Sukana, I'm not so sure anymore. I think the dude really might hate Gojo, which is totally bizarre, given what a great character he is. But it almost seems like Gege hates how popular Gojo is and was, and so he lashed out against that by saying shit like that, like Gojo is a womanizer, Gojo would make a terrible boyfriend, etc... Saying girls should be more into Nanami. It's just strange. Why would he even care that Gojo was popular with women? You would think he would be happy that he created a character that so many people loved.

What Gege did with Gojo's character after he died, his conversation with Nanami in the airport, also seems to confirm his dislike of him, with him more or less solidifying the take on Gojo of being a shallow, selfish idiot, in defiance of the more nuanced and complex takes on him, of his seemingly dimwitted and blase attitude toward things being nothing but an act to cover up his own, emotional trauma and pain, a coping and defense mechanism to protect himself from ever experiencing again what he did when he lost Geto.

Part of what upset me so much about Gege's handling of Gojo's death was that he seemed to nuke all of that, all of that characterization and all of that depth in some petty act of revenge for Gojo being so popular. Much like how Gege's writing over the last, several years, and particularly in Gojo's fight with Sukana, has done away with all sense of logic and narrative coherence or cohesiveness, the sudden declaration that Gojo really was just a selfish asshole this whole time made zero sense in the context of what we've seen of him and what his stated motivations were since the start of this story. It felt to me like Gege was willing to undo all of his own, hard work simply because he got mad that Gojo connected with so many people, and so he decided to stick it to them by telling them they were wrong to like him at all in the first place. I'm just speculating, of course. I have no idea if that's what Gege was actually doing. But his writing has been so bad, and really noticeably has taken a dive in quality over the last few years, and when you couple that with his comments about Gojo, it seems possible to me that he purposefully wrecked his own characterization of Gojo out of pettiness.

It's either that, or Gege really is just a shit writer who can't maintain any kind of consistency in his work, and who simply ignores his own earlier writing when it proves inconvenient to what he wants to do now. Whatever the case may be, he fucked it all up, imo, and now the Gojo haters have plenty of ammo to use in their criticisms of him.

So, I blame Gege for all the Gojo haters having grounds to stand on. It's hard to defend Gojo from haters when his own creator hates him too.

#Gojo Satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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redspringthorn · 7 months

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My Manifesto for why I desire the Dissolution of American Compulsory Schooling and Psychiatry Systems

Possible triggers: Suicide, violence, involuntary confinement, self harm. Nothing is spoken of in graphic detail.

I've been subjected to therapists and Psychiatrists for about 12 years now, I am 26. I was first coerced into therapy around the age of 14 when school and other aspects of my life became so painful for me that it became unreasonable to others how badly I was doing.

My desperate desire was to leave school permanently as it was causing me such intense stress that my body and mind is still affected to this day, but I was not allowed to leave school as continuing was deemed ultimately 'beneficial' to me by the adults who had control over my life. The damage to my body and mind that followed is almost entirely a result of my complete lack of Autonomy and choice in the situations I was in. For this reason and many more I am an advocate of liberation and autonomy of all children and minors as well as passionate about psychiatric liberation and in my life the two have often been entwined.

The psychiatric system has repeatedly been leveraged against me to foster compliance in a system that I have desperately wanted to escape but had no choice in participating in. I have been forced into therapy as an 'alternative' to what I actually needed at the time, which was to not be regularly attending a high school environment. This first therapist I was given repeatedly tried to get me to date her son who had a crush on me and insisted that dating him would help with my depression. Middle school was also very painful and isolating experience for me, and I look back on the many days I spent trapped in those class rooms, looking out the windows and longing to be free with so much sorrow and anger.

My childhood felt so short and even the days I was still happy I was trapped wasting away emotionally, in pain from lower back problems, in classrooms that taught me nothing, and ignored by shitty teachers or punished for fucking stupid reasons( for example, I got yelled at by certain teachers a lot for shifting around and stretching in my seat, because I was in constant pain), at the most vibrant I was in my life and it ruined me. I hate compulsory school with every fiber of my being and I grieve for the children experiencing what I experienced, now.

Having psychiatry leveraged against me in a last ditch effort to keep me functioning in school led to my eventual suicide attempt, which resulted in five days of involuntary confinement full of punishment and terror, and cruelty upon me and the other people imprisoned there with me. After finally being released after five days of hell and zero helpful aspects whatsoever, my primary motivator of achieving mental Normality and Balance became fear of ever giving someone a reason to confine me like that again. I still fear it every day and I hope that one day we can be liberated enough that none of us will have to feel this fear. If I had just been given a choice, none of this pain that torments me every day would even exist.

Astoundingly enough, through all this time of forced psychiatric treatment inflicting trauma upon me, psychiatry has repeatedly failed to address some of my most basic and life ruining problems that I've begged to be addressed. My whole life I've been tormented by insomnia and often stayed awake all night crying and wishing for sleep, and it was only this year, at age 26, a psychiatrist finally prescribed me something for sleep. It is such a relief. The rage I feel that my younger self was not offered that relief.

However, I've been prescribed many different medicines for depression, bipolar etc, all of which have had some sort of horrible affect on my mind or body, some just made my body feel horrible and tormented me, made me vomit, made me have Tourette's-like symptoms, and one even caused me to nearly stab someone (over almost nothing) in the most upsetting, otherworldly and rage powered episode I have ever had in my life. I have never taken another psychiatric medication after that experience and I never will.

I was also cut off of a high antidepressant dosage cold turkey because of missing too many appointments. This caused me permanent neurological damage, I still feel "the zaps" usually caused by that antidepressant withdrawal very regularly, they never went away after the withdrawal. Therapists and psychiatrists have repeatedly denied to my face that this is possible, despite the fact that I literally experience it regularly.

Despite my repeated insistence that I never want to take these drugs again every psychiatrist is hell bent on Finding the Right Drug To Finally Make Me Normal. The most recent psychiatrist I've seen even tried to prescribe me antipsychotics "because I haven't tried them yet." While refusing to medicate me for ADHD, which I have been diagnosed with, and was the original issue I came to her with.

Overall, I think the Psychiatric and schooling system of the USA is a big fail and I hope to sow some seeds of it being dismantled and building something that doesn't chew away at the soul of humanity until there is nothing left.

I was convinced for a long time that therapy was helping me, but I no longer believe that. I don't believe I need therapy. What I need is a better world.

#personal #antipsych #antipsychiatry

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privateolives · 6 months

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I saw people talk about their Zero Time Dilemma fixes around the tag so I thought I'd dump in my convo on the topic too (With shout-out to @oriko-magicas's galaxy brain read on Akane and Junpei)

Absolute wall of text below.

Me: I'm having trouble finding it, but there was a post talking about Akane and Junpei in Zero Time Dilemma that I really liked the interpretation of It's essentially talking about how Akane don't want anything but the perfect future with Junpei. She went through so much and spend so long aiming for fhe one needle hole solution to live that she can't settle for anything but her ideal fantasy ending anymore. Meanwhile Junpei still experiences time the way it normally goes and he was burned by 999. He knows things will never be the same cause THEY'RE not the same, but he's willing to work with that to stay with her And I think it's a super thematic read, especially when you consider their VLR attitudes

Friend: Yeah, you know, that actually makes a lot of sense to me

Me: https://www.tumblr.com/privateolives/730880206913552384?source=share

Okay I’m thinking of ztd again, and it’s how Akane only accepts a future with Junpei if it can be fairytale perfect. She wants so desperately to be that kid who died in the incinerator again, the one… There it is

Friend: That would certainly explain the way she frequently reacts to this new cynical, jaded Junpei

Me: I don't think that's her exact motivation for that ending but the sentiment is perf Yeah

Friend: It makes much more sense to me. Every time she shakes her head and says "what happened to you" it's because she's hopeful to see that same boy she used to know

Me: I think Junpei's attitude would make a lot more sense if the assholery was played up when Akane acts like he should still be the same like he was before 999. Or like the world could be how they saw it before then. It'd underline the dynamic better of "I need you to be the person I cried out to back then" and he's like "I love you but you literally made that impossible" … paired up with Carlos like "I am begging you to just talk" Carlos: you are both cute and valid but I NEED you to communicate

Friend: I think maybe part of it is that Junpei's jaded asshole net is thrown a bit wide. 'cause on one hand it is like he's upset at Akane for 999 and part of it is like he's upset that she acts like he should be the same after that, but then there's also all the shit that he went through since then and it feels like he blames her for that as well He's been through a lot in what has somehow just been one year and it feels like, perhaps fitting for someone who has also become an alcoholic, he's looking to put the blame for it all on someone

Me: Yeah Also I've been thinking, and I think there's an easy fix to the stupid "complex motives" crap. And a lot of Delta honestly

Friend: hell yeah let me hear it

Me: The whole frame he jeeps setting up with the snail. It's all about a series of small butterfly effects that cause an extremely specific outcome. That's what he wants to do too, same as the other zeroes, but he has one particular handicap: he can't shift or read timelines. He won't just know how to make the bricks fall to get the exact outcome he wants. But if he could gather enough shifters, he could read their hopping around through their minds. Because resonance would make the memories clearer. So he sets up the game that can only be completed by getting the exact result he wants and then introduces the piranha - Mira - to the equation to ensure it won't be a dead end stalemate Then in the end he can explain that yes, his motives are complex. Because the solution to save 8 billion without killing 6 billion is a hairline precise set of circumstances that he wouldn't be able to figure out what is naturally. So he had to make them create it. He had to make them all resonate to read them and make them all resonate to give them all awakened shifter powers for the future and to read at all. Furthermore I would play up his narcissism. The smugness of his own intelligence being double edged to believing he has to cause this himself because he's the only one who can. A staunch belief that he HAS to be what causes the bricks to fall as they should. And it'd make his point of "but I didn't do anything in this timeline. Everyone is prepped and noone is dead" more valid. Because he doesn't shift. He doesn't emotionally register all the timelines he massacred to get this one. He only know the actions that caused his personal outcome as a list of checked boxes checked off through their memories

Me: Furthermore, there could be another reason why he has to be the one triggering these events. I was super annoyed that it was like "Oh so now free the soul isn't enough. We need another terrorist group with a world ending leader. And what was the left thing about?" Well what if its not a separate terrorist group. What if the religious fanatic he's talking about is himself, transported forward in time. A younger version of himself is ending the world to create the ideal existence Dio was talking about. But the Delta who arrived in the original way back when doesn't shift. He has to live all those years. He meets interesting being like Sean that makes him realize that the differences between people makes for various choices that makes life beautiful. So now he has to find a way to out-checkmate himself to stop himself. How? Prep a group of people capable of doing what he can't to try and outsmart him. And set up a winning condition entirely set on being able to do that.

Friend: that's actually so brilliant because yeah I think definitely the weakest part of this outcome is that it doesn't really solve the problem that he set out to solve "You're all really motivated now!" oh so… what they wouldn't have tried to stop a terrorist attack if he hadn't made them all kill each other? the heck is that also, yeah I was going to ask you about that at some point. like, he doesn't mention Left at all in ZTD and I was confused if Sean was supposed to be related

Me: I don't think so. Because he was an old man when he met Sean in the hospital. But I think he was fascinated by Sean's approach to life And maybe made him consider that something could be beautiful outside of Left

Friend: this man just goin around creating marvels of science to preserve dead little boys

Me: I'm thinking part of it is also like Solving the conundrum of giving him whatever he wanted. He has his dreams of the future. He can give him that. But he's not in despair of having to die before that reality. So he gives ukm the option of death too By just giving him the option at all, he's ensured both will happen somewhere Thus the ideal outcome of how he can have both comes true Lastly, Mira's ending. I think they should have empathised more that she became a killer to understand experiencing emotions instead of just pretending them. She chases Eric because she thinks she wants to feel that rush again, but her connection with Sean could show her something different. That either through resonance she could experience emotions through others OR that you can still essentially be human even if you're only able to "simulate" having those emotions,m like a robot does.

Me: Meanwhile Sean both wants better for and cannot forgive Mira for her crimes. But thanks to the choice with the bad and happy ends, he has an answer for how to both make Mira live with her crimes and ensure a future where it doesn't happen. By creating a split timeline where she goes back and stops her crimes from being committed. In this case, the original Mira would still know and have to live with what she did. But I'm one tjmeline a young Mira never becomes the heart ripper and the crimes are undone. The sins are therefore both being punished and remembered for happenjng and erased to begjn with at the same time.

Friend: you know what I like that one. that's a good way of interpreting it, especially with the way the transporter works also, doubly digging this idea. Mira being shown this robot child who either somehow experiences emotion or at the very least simulates it in such a way what it fools everyone (and also is capable of calling her out on her own emotional mistakes) should have so much more of an impact on her

Me: Yeah Like I genuinely think you could fix this game either a few tweaks

Friend: yeah absolutely also I'm not sure what the amnesia element really did for it? I guess it was to confuse the SHIFTers so they wouldn't know they had already SHIFTed but to what end?

Me: It might be to confused the computer. Keep it from figuring out its not the real Sean too fast If it remembers being Sean it'd be easy to compression and contrast all the things that Sean definitely couldn't do or know and reach the conclution If it doesn't remember being Sean, there's nothing to compare any contradictions to. It can only just assume that the reasons are things it can't remember Also, if the computer ONLY has Eric and Mira, it makes it more incentives to latch onto them and care about their situations, despite them both being monsters in their own right Oh Also The Carlos thing Rather than just "I couldn't have met you guys" you could do: 1) in order to fix this we need phi and Sigma here. That means we need a timeline where Akane and Junpei escape but don't stop Zero or the radical-6 outbreak. So he breaks in to bust them out. 2) they need the timeline where Delta gives them answers. Meaning they need a timeline where Zero "wins". So he can't interfere. 3) split worlds principle. By just introducing the choice to stop zero's plans or not, he's creates both options. This is the world where he doesn't stop Zero. But because he comes pre-packadged with the knowledge of what's gonna happen, he can still tale actions to secure the timeline that'll allow for them all to stop zero So there is a timeline where he stops Delta before DCOM, but because of the anthropic principle (there must be a perciever for the option to be percieved) Akane and Junpei never see it because they never had to go through the game. They only percieve the option where Carlos didn't stop Delta in time

Friend: that makes perfect sense to me gosh imagine that timeline, though. Akane and Junpei never go to DCOM so they never meet there poor Junpei is probably still chasing the ghost of this woman who …wait what was her reason for going to DCOM again?

Me: So her and Sigma could stol the outbreak Stop Of radical-6 ALSO also

Friend: yeah that's what I assume but I swear the game acts like she doesn't even know about Sigma or Phi or the outbreak

Me: (I've thought about how to fix this game a lot idk if you can tell) The thematic relevance of "but then I couldn't have met you guys" can actually be valid if you flip it around.

Friend: hahaha understandable how so?

Me: Because of Carlos, Akane can come to terms with the changes in Junpei and see the validity in the "broken" futures by showing there's things worth remembering even in the imperfect ones. Like the argument Junpei makes at the end of VLR, the relationships after the disasters still mean something to the survivors. And Carlos helps Junpei realize there's still fundamentally good people in the world and come to terms with Akane and what she did and who she is now. By inserting Carlos they're able to help mend their relationship. And if Carlos never met them because the DCOM experiment didn't go down like it did, their relationship wouldn't have been mended either They'd still just end up like how they did at the end of VLR. Essentially dead to each other "You're not who I thought you were, goodbye"

Friend: very true it certainly seems like by this game they were never really going to be able to talk it over on their own he was a necessary mediator

Me: Not to mention If Carlos never met THEM, he'd never realize the cause of the reverie syndrome to save Maria

Friend: True! Gosh she's kind of a whole anomaly herself

Me: Yes! I think it could be cool if the they worked her more into Carlos and his abilities tbh Let's think back to the 999 lore The idea of the Sender and Receiver If Maria was the "sender", she could have gone into reverie when she was stuck in the fire, trying to save herself and her family. She continues to be stuck in reverie because she keeps simulating how to a) save her family totally and b) save Carlos from all his other eventual dooms The problem with saving her family is that there is a huge world crisis going down soon that's gonna wipe out most of humanity anyway! So? Make sure Carlos goes to DCOM to save her and have her essentially be a satellite quantum simulator to feed Carlos his insights And through that also learn from Akane and Junpei or just the experience itself that either the timeline where their parents was also saved still exists but isn't percievable Or come to terms with their death by still having Carlos that survives both DCOM and the would-be apocalypse And thus be able to lay the endless simulations to rest and wake up (With the added cute twist that she already knows Akane and Junpei and their relationship with her brother when she wakes up. Thus why she's so invested in it in the epilogue)

Friend: that is a bizarre kind of adorable and sweet! she's his own quantum computer though I wonder if they'd be able to still use those abilities after she wakes up in that case

Me: I'm guessing it'd just go back to working like it did in 999. Carlos himself might be able to do it on his own from longtime exposure too, who knows.

#Zeph rambles #zero escape #zero time dilemma #ztd #zero escape ztd #zero time dilemma spoilers #I just went through all the games with my friend #Because if I had to suffer the third installment so did he #I do think you can fix this game #But it requires a serious polish

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November updates & December goals

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It's nearly December (which, side note, is wild - does it feel to anyone else like this year, in particular, just flew by?), a time where things tend to slow to a near-halt in terms of productivity as we prepare for various winter holidays. In terms of the personal writing schedule I maintain in my head, however, it feels a bit like things are busier than ever. Without further ado, updates and follow-up on November's goals are as follows:

November updates

NaNoWriMo: Absolutely blew this out of the water like a boss.

Nah, I'm totally kidding. I'd be lying if I said I was upset about this, though, because I "failed" for the best possible reason - I regained my full motivation for putting together LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE's final manuscript, and have been fully focused on that for about the last 10-15 days. That being said, I did count all new words from scene editing toward the NaNoWriMo goal. Here's my (approximate) breakdown:

Warmups/drabbles: ~1,098

THE DOTTED LINE reoutline: 2,036

SUPERNOVA zero draft: 6,700

LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE scene editing: ~3,000

I extend my encouragement and congrats to everyone else who took part, regardless of whether or not you "won". As an old curmudgeon who's participated in the challenge most years since 2008 (won five times, excluding one Camp NaNoWriMo win), my philosophy about this and similar challenges is basically: even if you don't "win," you've probably written more words this month than you would have otherwise. I know I did.

Query preparations:

I still can't believe I'm seeing this low of a chapter/WC discrepancy for this novel.

Goals for the final version of the manuscript, other than line editing/playing around with prose, fixing plot holes/inconsistencies, addressing beta comments, and fact-checking, include making the novel more marketable/more of a "typical" thriller in any way I can that doesn't affect the overall story. This has included things like restructuring the novel to make it "truly" dual timeline (ie. chapters now alternate consistently between THEN and NOW segments across both Acts), choosing strategic areas to end chapters and to split the Acts and main story arcs, and limiting individual chapters to 5,000 words maximum. This has resulted in more and shorter chapters, but it's also, weirdly enough, allowed me to more easily incorporate content about core story messages and themes, address some kind of unfinished/potentially unsatisfying plot threads, and develop parts of Gabriel's story that were previously lacking without completely obliterating the word count. I am very excited about this, especially because some of the aforementioned plot elements have been major headaches for years!

With the new structure, I've set myself a WC goal of 50,000 words per Act (bringing the total to 100,000 words). My actual goal is 110,000 words for the novel, but I want to try to leave myself as much wiggle room as possible for whatever new scenes/partial scenes/bridging scenes I need to add to close gaps with the dual timeline structure.

After this process is finished, I'll need to do a final readthrough for consistency, and then it's capital-D Done (until an agent asks me to edit it again, anyway)!

In terms of preparations for the actual querying process, I added one agent to my query list this month (and am considering adding a second).

Reading: I'm now 10 books (83%) into my reading goal for 2023!

Read this month:

The Keeper by Jessica Moor

December goals

Currently, my only writing priorities for December are:

To finish the line edit and re-assembly of LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE, Act I;

Get at least a good chunk into the line edit and re-assembly of Act II;

Finish my query letter (finally).

I may also participate in another NYC Midnight challenge this month (a 250-word flash story this time), but this will depend on a few different factors.

I will also read at least two books in order to finish my 2023 reading challenge. These will most likely be A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara and Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás, unless something else comes up prior to the end of the month.

#update #blog #writeblr

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Hiii, it's closeted bi anon again (if you remember me fndkjdkdk). I've been reading a few posts here and there that makes me think about the fandom and how we treat the actors especially during certain situations (re: misha coming out and then retracting). I remember when that happen like yeah there were a lot of posts that are supportive etc here (different case with Twitter) but sometimes the way we "joke" about stuff just makes this place not so much of a safe space that a lot of people preach here which is kinda upsetting. And especially for misha which has tried so hard to make a corner in the fandom for queer people to be comfortable and we can't return the same favour towards him when he decided to come out. Even though he retracted that coming out a few days after I just can't help but think a lot of posts I saw is more towards making fun of him and being straight up biphobic in general (especially the one on Twitter, it felt like hell for a few days). Like that isn't a "safe space" That people here like to think it is. Sorry this is such an incoherent rambling that probably doesn't make any sense

Hello darling, ofc I remember you! First of all Happy Pride Month!!! Secondly, I'm sorry for responding to you so late but I was sick with laryngitis for a whole week and had zero motivation towards anything and I didn't want to just respond with 'yeah same'.

I get what you mean, sometimes I feel like the fans take the whole 'they won't see it' types of jokes waaaay too far. Especially because chances of the person seeing whatever type of jokes are big. I mean we all know both Mish and Jensen are online and see what fans say, they just don't really respond (on twitter fans were beyond gross). So there's definitely a group of fans that take things too far almost every other day (it's also always the same people). Thankfully I have to say that either the jokes about Misha have finally stopped or I just managed to make my dash safe to scroll through because I haven't seen them in quite a while. Which I'm very happy with because some of them were just gross towards bi people, especially closeted bi people. Which sucks that a fandom that at times tries very hard to make a safe space for people, decided to poke fun of a big part of the fandom. But whatever, I've kind of decided to ignore it as if it didn't even happen because it was just too much. I'm glad to see that people have moved on and that Misha is slowly being more active online again and that while he's on stage he hasn't changed.

#anonymous #im just happy we moved past it :)

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April 8, 2024

It's 8 days into the new month and i feel as if I'm descending backwards instead of forward. I feel so lost. I'm clueless as to what I want to do next in my life. I'm not going to be pessimistic but I have so many ideas about why I am in the predicament that seems to never turn the page. I'm going past the ideas in my head but physically, I'm still here. Doing the same thing, again and again. Day in and day out. Nothing seems to change unless I change.

I didn't want to start this post by being negative except negativity is like a dollar bill that gets withdrawn and given away; it keeps happening without me realizing it. I don't feel like I'm good enough but then there's always opportunities that show me that if I just do it and put my mind to it then I can actually succeed. Then, I become paranoid about being "labelled" under a tag and a reputation that will forever be what boxes me in and I won't have the room to do anything else that doesn't necessarily associate with what I'm labelled as and has brought me success. I'm so stuck. I'm so lost. I'm so annoyed of having to live this life that I didn't even ask for because had I not listened, I would have ended up in a different place, different time and different set of expectations. But see, I look down on certain expectations because I truly believe in the power of the self to do better than be more than the average person- but as my situation presents itself, I am still an average person too at the end of the day.

I am not better than anyone but what is in this intense self belief is that I am easily offended by things that are outside of me. External factors of control that could be avoided but I'm always upset that "it just happened to me" when nothing can really happen to me if I don't give it power.

Nothing is eternally permanent just like my emotions. Emotions are just a part of my lived experience except I don't even want emotions to be a part of me. I deserve more than just emotions... I deserve people who listen to me when I speak and act on behalf of my words just as I would do for them. I always walk into the world ready to deliver on the promises that I make to myself and all others.

Maybe I've been isolating myself for too long to even recognize what emotional stances others have or expectations or lack of is out there, waiting for me. I'm so alone. I've never felt so alone in my life. I truly feel as if I am afraid of success or failure that I won't be able to re-motivate myself to try again. At this point, I have zero motivation, zero push of willpower and zero willingness to do anything. It seems like nothing really matters unless I take action to do one thing. Just one thing..... what is that thing though?

#daily #diary #me #reflection

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boeswhore · 2 years

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Heyyy, 73 and 74 with Jamie Drysdale? Thanks ❤️

73. “i keep telling everyone everything is fine and each time someone else asks i get closer to just— breaking.”

74. “you should have called me.”

also this isn’t edited so please let me know if there’s any mistakes !

words couldn’t even describe how you were feeling at the moment, how you were feeling for the past couple of days, weeks. you’ve lost count for how long you’ve felt this indescribable numbness of despair that has wrapped your body in a cold hug, not wanting to let go.

you’ve been attending classes and heading straight home with zero motivation to hand in any assignments or study. your friends even decided to not question you further on, they left you drowning in your own thoughts.

maybe it was the school work piling up? or maybe it was just that you couldn’t keep up with the obstacles life was throwing at you.

“are you okay?

the three words that left a painful lump in your throat as you held back every single emotion that was trapped in you because in your head, you knew that once you began to cry, you won’t be able to stop. although; at this point you believed that you had become a pro at keeping in these emotions.

jamie has been on a road trip and his first game here was tonight and he was expecting to see you.

he found it odd when you didn’t respond back to his messages the same way you always would and the multiple missed calls that led to voicemail.

you’ve always attended every single one of jamie’s home games. it was almost like a ritual for him. so when he looked in the crowd and didn’t see you sitting in your one and only seat he knew something was definitely up.

the game on your end, played on the television as you watched the camera land on jamie who seemed to look upset and distraught. you knew he was upset that you weren’t at his game.

he didn’t play the best that night, taking multiple hits here and there and you could see the coach muttering some stuff to him in disapproval. the ducks ended up winning in overtime, giving you some relief.

you turn your focus slowly back onto the essay paper that was still a blank page due tomorrow night and you feel your heart begin to race as you nervously tapped your fingers on the keyboard panel.

your phone dings and without even looking at it, you knew it was jamie.

jamie: i’m coming over.

you sigh, knowing that you can’t work your way around this now and you had to face him eventually. jamie has always had your house keys attached on his keychain and you’ve always had his on yours so it didn’t take him long to shower and drive all the way to your place.

you second you hear the keys jingling, you knew there was no avoiding the situation. his gentle footsteps made their way slowly up the stairs to your room. he knocks softly before letting himself in.

once he notices your tired and distraught state he can’t help but feel his heart shatter.

“hey baby,” he murmurs, shutting the door behind him making his way over to your side of the bed, crouching in front of you.

“what’s going on?”

you sigh, pushing your glasses up on your face. “nothing, jamie- just busy with college.” you mumble, returning your gaze back on the screen which now had a couple of words.

jamie gently squeezes your thigh, as he moves the laptop from your hands and places it on the edge of your bed.

he turns your body to face his, as he takes your hands in his.

“let’s try that again. we both know that’s a lie. what’s going on my love?”

that’s all it took. his soft, comforting words and tone led the tears that you’ve been keeping in for who knows how long to drip down your cheeks.

you tried to open your mouth but a loud sob escapes through causing jamie to pull you into his grasp as he sits on your bed, resting his back against your headboard. he pulls you onto his lap, as he cards his fingers through your hair.

“you’re alright okay? i’m here. you’re okay. you’ll be okay.”

hearing his soft, comforting voice almost immediately brought some calmness to your rapidly beating heart as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck.

your shaking body made jamie nervous, he had no idea what has gotten his girlfriend this upset and it bothered him. his heart tore piece to piece as you let out sobs, continuously mumbling a sorry every two seconds.

“no, no you’re okay. i’ve got you now.”

with jamie’s reassurance, you feel yourself beginning to slowly come to ease as small sniffles would leave your now bright red nose.

“wanna talk about it baby?” jamie asks, as he runs his finger up the side of your shirt.

your head we still buried in the side of neck as you let out a shaky breath.

“just a lot of stuff on my mind. i can’t keep up with anything. i know it sounds so pathetic but i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way ever in my entire life and it scares me j, it really does.” you croak out.

“and how long have you been feeling like this?”

“i don’t even know, maybe a week? maybe more?”

“you should have told me.”

“you were busy, jamie i didn’t just want to call you during your road trip. you have other priorities.”

he pulls you away from his chest, as your now swollen, puffy eyes lock with his grey ones.

“you are one of my priorities y/n. i don’t care if i’m in the middle of a fucking playoff game. if you’re feeling like this my goal is to make sure i can somehow comfort you. you should have called me.”

“it’s just, i keep telling everyone everything is fine and each time someone else asks i get closer to just— breaking.”

you look away from jamie’s intense stare and focus on your fingers, nervously picking at the skin.

“hey, look at me.” jamie murmurs, taking his finger under your chin as your eyes stare into his.

“i don’t want you feeling like this anymore. you don’t have to pretend that you’re fine around me. i’m here for you. i want to help you. there’s nothing else i want more than seeing you smile.” he says, caressing your face in his warm hands, making sure you understood every single one of his words.

“thank you jams,” you whisper causing him to sweetly smile, “that’s what i’m here for yeah? you’ll never be alone.”

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale blurb #anaheim ducks #nhl blurbs #nhl imagines #blurb n prompt night

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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Winner, Winner

pairing: fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader

requested: yes

-fred being a simp for his ravenclaw chaser girlfriend & giving her a surprise when she wins

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ smut, light degradation, shower sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration

A/N: hey look at me finally posting another fic! I am so very sorry that I’ve been slacking on getting fics written and posted. I don’t even know what to say about it, it’s not that I’ve really been busy, I just have zero motivation for pretty much everything & i’ve been beyond exhausted the majority of the time again for literally no reason. I am trying my best to work on stuff though, it’s just taking a bit longer than any of us would like.

Anyways, I have some holiday requests I’m working on finishing up, as well as some fic and headcanon requests from the end of the year party I hosted (A HUGE thank you to everyone that participated in it!! I had a lot of fun & I really hope all of you did too!). Hopefully I can get these requests done and posted within the next two weeks as I’m coming up on that week and will probably hide myself away in my room, not wanting to socialize with anyone, so what better time to write! Lol, anyways, more fics coming soon so either join my taglist and get a notif when they’re posted or just keep an eye out for them. I love you beautiful people & I hope the new year is treating all of you well so far! Xx

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^let me know if you’d like to be added/removed (or add yourself here)! Xx

key: y/h/l - your hair length (short/mid-length/long/etc) y/h/c - your hair colour

You take in a deep breath as you get ready for your match. You know you have the skill and that you’ve practiced as much as you could, but you still got nervous anytime a proper game came around. Playing for fun and playing to win were two completely different situations.

Winning this could help bring your house closer to the house cup, and all of you wanted to be able to go home over summer break and tell your families that you had won.

Today’s match wasn’t bad; you were playing hufflepuff, who usually weren’t all that difficult to defeat, but you still wanted to be at the top of your game.

“Psst....Y/n.”

You frown, eyebrows furrowing as you look around the tent. You’re sure you heard someone whisper for you but you don’t see anyone.

“Y/n!”

You frown, turning towards the back of the tent where the voice definitely sounded like it came from. You smile when you find your boyfriend waiting, watching you. You couldn’t help but giggle when he sent you a big smile, motioning you over to him.

“Freddie, love. What are you doing here?”

You take in his appearance as he sends you another smile. He had painted his face in your house colours for the day; two stripes of colour - blue on top and silver beneath - on each of his cheeks.

“Came to give you a pep talk, princess. I know how in your head you get before a match.”

You smile, pulling him in for a hug, standing up on your tiptoes given his height.

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course, princess. I love seeing my girl win. That’s why you’re going to give me a kiss, take one last deep breath, and then go out and play with a clear head. I know you’ve got this. You’re only the best chaser I’ve seen.”

You chuckle, pulling him into another hug. He smiles, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you up off the ground a little, your legs wrapping around him to secure yourself in place.

Pulling back you smile as Fred brings his lips to yours, reminding you of how much he loves you and silently telling you that he’s rooting for you.

“If you happen to win, I might have a surprise for you later.” He whispers to you after you pull apart, winking and sending you a smirk.

“Yeah? What happens if we lose?”

“Do you really want to find out?” He retorts, both of you chuckling as you shake your head.

“No. I suppose I would much rather win and figure out my surprise from there.”

“That’s what I thought, princess. Now go out there and win this. I know you’ve got it.”

You take a deep breath and nod, kissing him once more as he sets you back down on your own two feet, patting your bum once you’re steady.

“I’ll find you after the game.” He promises, linking his pinky with yours, before heading off to get his seat.

~.~

“Y/l/n makes a goal, earning ravenclaw ten more points! And look there! Both seekers seem to have spotted the snitch as they’re racing towards the ground.”

You perk up as Lee’s words register in your head, but you quickly focus back on the task at hand. Even if the seekers spotted the snitch, that doesn’t mean either one has caught it. Until then you need to work on earning points yourself....and avoiding bludgers considering you nearly just got hit with one.

“Hufflepuff’s seeker seems to have lost sight of it as they slow down, but Chang is still racing forward. Whether she still has it in sight is unsure.”

You try to focus on Lee commentating to see how everything is going, but at the same time you’re trying to pay attention to your role. You guys are up 220 to 130 right now and if you lost you’d be just a little upset.

“Y/n!” You hear one of your teammates call. Looking over you find your team captain and fellow chaser, Roger Davies, ready to pass you the quaffle.

You nod, signaling him to pass it while one of hufflepuff’s chasers come flying towards the two of you.

“Looks like Davies is getting ready to pass the quaffle to y/l/n.....Aaaaand he’s passed it just in time for hufflepuff’s chaser to miss interception. Y/l/n passes it back to Davies landing another goal and earning 10 points to Ravenclaw!”

“That’s my girl!” You can hear Fred bellow in excitement as you fly by one of the stands. You can’t help but smile as you try to keep your focus. You love hearing him cheer for you.

~.~

It seems that you guys play for another hour before the snitch is finally caught, by Cho fortunately. Ahead by 200 points, your team wins and you can hear the rest of the house cheering from the stands.

“That was such a magnificent game! I can’t wait to see the next Ravenclaw match. Until then, the next match will be...”

Most of Lee’s ending commentary is drowned out by the cheers of your teammates as you all land and pile into a group hug, high-fiving and patting each other on the back for a good game.

Even though you’re beyond excited for winning and are looking forward to the party you know will be raging in the common room when you get back, you can’t help but admit to yourself just how exhausted you are after the game.

Not only is the adrenaline starting to wear off, but you’re already starting to feel the pain from the physical exertion. You may have also gotten hit a few times by a well-aimed bludger, which Fred was not happy about considering you could clearly hear him yelling out in your defense.

You figure that a nice shower and maybe a quick lie-down will help. You’d hate to miss out on the party thrown in celebration of the team’s win, and more so Fred's surprise, so even if you have to push through a little bit, you’ll do so.

“Let’s get cleaned up and changed, then we can all head back to the common room to celebrate, yeah? I think we all deserve it.” Davies announces as a few of your teammates cheer in agreement.

“You all did really great today. I’m proud of all of us.” He smiles before breaking up the huddle.

“Are you ready to party, y/n?” Cho asks as you both head off to the locker room so you can shower.

“Yeah. Just a bit tired, but nothing a nice shower won’t be able to solve. You?”

She starts to answer before you’re interrupted by another one of your friends calling out to you.

“uh, sorry, Cho. I’ll catch up with you, yeah?”

She nods, smiling, as she continues on to the locker room while you’re dragged over to one of your friends.

~.~

When you finally get into the shower you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Most everyone has already left the pitch and stands, all your teammates already gone to the party presumably as the locker room is empty.

You can’t find it in you to care, though. You in desperate need of a shower before going anywhere and the hot water against your skin feels heavenly. In all honesty, having the lockerroom empty means that you can take however long you want, and you were certainly not going to complain about that.

You let the water wet your hair and warm up your body, gently relieving the pain from your achy muscles. You try to rub at your shoulders as they seem to be in the most pain aside from your lower back, but it's not doing much good. Even if your shoulders feel better with you rubbing them, it only makes the rest of your arm muscles sore.

“Y/n? You in here, love?” You hear Fred call out gently. You can't help but smile as he's truly the only other thing that you could want right now.

“In the shower, Freddie. I’ll be out soon.”

You can hear some movement outside of your stall as Fred makes his way over, but you assume he’s just going to stay there and talk with you.

Therefore you’re a little surprised when you see him join you under the water, his hair becoming darker as the water wets it.

"Hello, princess." he smiles, pulling your lips into a gentle kiss.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle, watching him as he grabs your shampoo bottle, squeezing some out into his palm.

“I’d like to shower with my amazing girlfriend if that’s okay? I figured you might like some attention after playing so hard.”

You can't help but smile as he lathers up the shampoo in his hands before massaging it into your hair, focusing his attention on scrubbing your scalp. Not too rough, but not faintly either.

“Mmm, Freddie.”

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He chuckles, making sure to thoroughly cleanse your y/h/l strands of y/h/c hair.

He knows how much you love when he plays with your hair, given that you’ve fallen asleep a few times while he’s done so cuddling.

“Mhm. Feels amazing, Freddie.”

After throughly massaging your scalp, Fred motions for you to rinse the soap out before he grabs your conditioner to run through your hair.

He loved taking showers and baths with you, so he had learned your routine fairly quick. You always washed your face first, if you were going to in the shower that is - sometimes you decided against it, before going on to shampoo your hair and following it up with your conditioner which you applied to the ends of your hair. The only time you massaged some into your scalp was when it was a bit dry. After putting conditioner in your hair, you let it sit while you shaved and washed your body. After all that you finally rinsed out your conditioner while rinsing off your body.

He admired how strict your shower routine was, especially since you had so many more steps than he did. All he did was shampoo, rinse, wash his body, and then rinse again. To him, your added steps seemed like the greatest interest in the world. He knew you found the amount of steps you had to be tiring, though, and that’s why he loved to do them for you. He loved shampooing your hair and watching you relax into it. It made him feel good knowing he could make you feel good.

He especially loved washing your body, not only because he got to feel every inch of your skin, but because he liked to take his time and massage your back and shoulders and the content sighs you’d let out were his absolute favourite sound.

“You played a really great game today, princess.”

“Yeah? Thank you, love.” You hum, your eyes shut as he runs his hands through your hair, making sure that each strand has its share of conditioner.

You loved when he would play with your hair, whether it was in the shower or while you two were cuddling. It was just so relaxing and you feel like a little kid. He never failed to make you feel beyond safe in his arms as he ran his fingers through your tresses.

“You still looking forward to your surprise?”

“Always, Freddie.” You chuckle, a smile on your lips as you turn around in his arms so you were chest to chest.

You just wanted to be close to him right now. You were tired and so sore. All you needed was to be held.

“You’re perfect. You know that, angel?”

You hum, smiling into his chest as he holds you close, your breasts pushed right up against him but he didn’t seem to mind. At least if he did, he hid it well.

“You sore, baby?” He asks after a minute, noticing how you try to stretch out your muscles softly and groan whenever he rubs over your middle and lower back.

“Just a little.” You sigh, pulling away from him so you can grab your body wash and your loofa.

He watches you as you squeeze some body wash into the loofa, agitating it until you have a poof full of bubbles.

He smiles softly as you start washing your body, getting your arms and shoulders no problem but having trouble reaching your back.

“Give it here.” He chuckles, taking the loofa from you and pushing your mess of hair over your shoulder so your back is bare in front of him.

He gently starts running the loofa over your back, moving in careful, circular motions until your back is all clean. You can’t help but smile, loving that your boyfriend is so caring.

Before you realize it he’s slowly bent down to wash your legs for you, starting with the loofa at your ankles and working his way up.

“Freddie,” you sigh as he places some soft kisses to your inner thighs.

“Yes, angel?”

“Don’t you think this would be easier in bed?”

“I think I want to make to girlfriend feel amazing and that I don’t really care where that happens.” He responds, chuckling lightly before kissing at your thighs again.

You moan, relaxing into his touch as he trails his hands back up your sides, standing up. He finishes running the loofa over the rest of your body before rinsing and hanging it up on one of the hooks. He may be done washing you, but you know he’s nowhere near done with you. Not yet.

“You know how hot you are while playing, baby?”

You hum, his hands trailing all over your body, almost as if they can’t decide where exactly they want to rest. They’re up and down your sides, before running over your arms, and then cupping your breasts before they’ve travelled down over your stomach and down to your thighs, slowly prying them apart.

“I can imagine.” You chuckle, leaning your head back to provide him your neck to kiss.

“Do you know how hot you are when you play? Godric, Freddie.” You groan, remembering the way his muscles tense when he plays, especially when he swings at a bludger.

And then the way his face is set in pure concentration? You don’t think there’s anything more attractive than that, when his jaw is set tight and his brows are furrowed, his focus attached solely on the game.

He hums, chuckling a little as he kisses at your neck, his hands resting on your breast and stomach.

“If it’s alright with you, princess, I think I’d like to give you your surprise now.”

“I wouldn’t want anything else, Freddie.” You smile, moaning out as he pinches your nipples and sucks at your neck.

He moves around in front of you, placing a kiss to your lips as he’s now facing you, before he slowly walks you back to the wall. Once there, he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before trailing his kisses down to your neck and then your chest, where he spends some time sucking at the flesh, paying special attention to your soft nipples.

“Freddie, my love. Godric that feels good.”

You can feel him smirk against your skin which only succeeds to drive you even crazier. This boy was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.

Slowly he trails his kisses all the way down to your stomach and eventually your thighs once again.

You can’t help but moan out as he kisses your inner thighs, so close to where you need him.

“I’ve been missing the taste of your pretty pussy, angel. Is it okay if I indulge myself a little?”

“Please, Freddie.” You whine, grabbing at his red locks.

He smirks, bringing his lips close to your folds, his tongue eagerly licking at you as soon as he’s close enough. It only takes him a few seconds before he’s got your clit in his mouth, sucking at it and making you whine for him.

“Freddie, love. Please. I want more.”

He chuckles as he pulls away, bringing his middle and pointer fingers up to your folds, coating them in your wetness before slowly sliding them into you.

“So needy, princess. What next? You want to cum on my fingers?” He teases, but you and him both know that’s exactly what you want.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you princess? You love making a mess for me, huh?”

You moan out, your legs twitching at the wave of pleasure that runs through you.

Fred smirks, loving your reactions to him. Normally he’d demand you to answer him, but today he’s just enjoying pleasing you. Besides, it is supposed to be all about you given that you played well and won.

He can’t help but smirk out at the groan you let out as he curls his fingers up into you. One of the beautiful perks of being your boyfriend is knowing your body inside and out. He’s more than proud that he can get you so close to release in no time.

“Fred,”

“What, angel? You gonna cum? You going to make a mess of my fingers?”

You whine, giving him all the answer he needs, as if the bucking of your hips and clenching of your walls isn’t enough.

“Well come on, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.” he chuckles, a proud smirk on his face as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of your wetness.

It only takes a few more pumps and one last curl of his fingers before your reaching your high and cumming all over his fingers.

“Freddie,” you gasp, your hands tugging at his dampened locks a bit harshly.

“Feel good, angel? You think you could cum again on my cock?”

You groan as you watch him pull his fingers from you and suck on them, tasting your sweetness. You try to hold back a moan as a groan rumbles from his throat at you taste, but you fail quite miserably.

“So delicious, angel. Like a snack sent straight from heaven.”

You can hear him chuckle as you squirm around in need. You want more. You need more. You need so much more of him including his cock in you and his lips on yours, his fingers running through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck and holding you against him. You need him so much and you know he knows that.

“Freddie”

You can’t help but whine at this point. Even when he’s supposed to be pleasing you he ends up teasing you more than anything. You swear it's just his nature. He's just a fucking tease no matter what he's doing - sexually related or not.

“You want my cock, princess?”

He smiles as you nod at him, grabbing for him as he stands up, pulling your hips to his.

“Can you beg for it, angel? I know this is your surprise, but I just love hearing you beg for me.”

“Please Freddie. Please give me your cock. Please make me cum again all over your pretty pretty cock. I need it. Please.”

Without so much as a warning he’s pushing himself inside of you, your walls clenching around him as your eyes shut tight.

You whine at his slow pace, wanting you to be able to adjust to him. He wants to make you feel good, not give you any sort of pain.

“I love you, princess. I’m so proud of you for winning today. I knew you could do it.”

“I love you too, Freddie. C-can you please move? Please.”

“Anything for you, love.” He smiles, catching your lips with his as he starts thrusting faster and harder into you, your moans spilling over into the kiss.

Fred slowly trails his one hand from you waist down to your thigh where he pulls it up onto his hip, creating a different angle that felt just like heaven.

“Ohh-ohhhh”

“That feel good, princess? Are you going to come?”

You nod, not able to form words as your head is lolled back against the shower wall.

You can feel yourself clench around him wildly, knowing that you’re close. You just need that extra push to be sent over the edge.

“Freddie!” You gasp as his fingers roughly - and unexpectedly - rub against your clit, successfully sending you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you.

“So good, princess. Did so well. Fuck, I’m gonna-fuck”

Before you can even realize it, he’s pulled himself from you, painting your stomach with his hot cum as you feel your orgasm drip down your inner thighs, warmer than your already warm skin.

For a few moments all either of you can do is try to catch your breath as the showerhead still soaks both of you, slowly washing his cum from your body whenever the water trickles over your body just right.

You can’t help but chuckle as soon as you come back to your senses. If you were tired before, you're beyond exhausted now. And yet your stomach is already filling with butterflies at the thought of round two in your dorm room.

“I think that was the best surprise I’ve ever gotten, Freddie. Thank you, my love.”

He smiles, as he pushes some hair out of your face, staring into your eyes for a second as he tries to read your expression. His stomach fills with warmth when all he can find is pure love, adoration, and happiness in your features.

“Of course, princess. I’m really happy, and proud, that you won. Not what do you say we get going to the party? I’m sure everyone is missing you.”

You chuckle, nodding as you pull him into a kiss. You know that neither of you will be spending much time at the party, and you're sure he knows that as well given the way he's biting at your lip already.

You're positive that the first chance either of you get, you’ll be dragged up to your room and fucked over and over until the both of you pass out. That's one of the many joys of dating Fred Weasley - not only does he constantly express his love for you verbally, but he's always ready to show you just how much he adores you as well. All you have to say is that you must be one of the luckiest people ever in order to have Fred as your boyfriend.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #hp imagine #hp smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #requested

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Aether x Reader || Glaze Lilies

"This one is delicious too," you said, swallowing another piece of the dish. “Paimon would probably create another stomach for these miracles.”

Aether chuckled softly as he bites off another piece of hot roll filled with traditional Liyue-rich stuffing. “I guess even that is not enough when the competition is the Sticky Honey Roast that Amber offered her.”

You smiled in response.

Late fall in Liyue was a beautiful time of the year.

The city was always full of red and gold colours like towns straight from fairy tales, but in this time, when the leaves have already turned dark orange and the air was carrying an aroma of seasonal seed cookies, Liyue looked even more breathtaking.

You were sure that it was Amber who made it possible for you to go somewhere on Aether's day off from doing… everything. Normally, you would be sitting in some restaurant watching Paimon heartlessly ordering all the dishes from a menu without looking at the number of zeros of each price.

But when Amber heard you mention dates accompanied by beautiful, falling leaves, she blushed as the flame of pure determination appeared in her eyes. In the evening she appeared in front of Paimon and offered her to go out to the city for one day.

Oh, if she only knew how much it will cost her...

"[Name], stay close to me, or I will lose you in this crowd." Aether gripped your hand tighter.

"Getting lost in such a big city would be romantic, wouldn't it?" you giggled.

"Getting lost and being found in the wrong place and time wouldn’t be," he replied. “Every city is much more dangerous when the night comes.”

You turned into another street to finally reach the viewpoint in Liyue.

You could see a lot more from there, but less people could see you. Who would twist their neck to see two little dots on top of a mountain?

"It's going to rain soon," Aether nodded at the clouds, which were moving quickly toward the city. He clicked his tongue. “If we don't want to get wet, we should be getting ready.”

"Oh, isn't that Aether?"

You turned around to see a girl approaching you two.

She was gorgeous—her long blonde hair waved in the breeze as if it existed only to be an effect for them. She had every girl's dream figure, bright, sparkling eyes, and rosy cheeks.

Perfect girl.

And the perfect person to compare yourself with to create a trillion complexes about your body.

She had a very charismatic, attractive aura around her, but the way she behaved towards Aether was slowly starting to bother you. Of course, it might just be some kind of funny, totally wrong prejudice against her, but ...

“[Girl's name]?” Aether muttered, not noticing your pleading gaze saying: ‘let's get out of here.’ “—What are you doing here?”

"I was just passing by," she laughed, her voice soft, pearl-like. “I couldn't go without saying hi, haha!” Then she looked at you and fixed you with a stare. It wasn't a cold look, but it wasn't friendly either. “And who is that?”

"Ah," Aether shook his head, as if only now remembering that he had not come here alone. He put his hand around your waist. “This is my girlfriend, [Name]”

“I didn't know you had a girlfriend! You always have to be so mysterious?” Aether rolled his eyes at her words, even if he smiled slightly. Then she turned to you. “Could I kidnap him for a moment? I need help moving my luggage to my new apartment.”

She grabbed his hand without waiting for your answer, as if it were a rhetorical question. As Aether released his hand from your waist, you felt as if you were left alone in a foreign land.

“I'll be back in a minute!” After these words, he turned to the blonde and at an equal pace, they turned around the corner of some house, behind the wall of which you could see an extremely high pile of boxes.

"It probably won't be a minute," you sighed.

You leaned against the railing and stared at the toes of your shoes, telling yourself that you should have opposed her. Would that be selfish? You've been dreaming about a date with Aether for so long, without third parties, and now that the moment has come, it turns out that someone will take from you your boyfriend anyway.

Five minutes passed... eight minutes... ten... thirteen...

After fourteen minutes, you got up and decided to check how much was already packed. Some of the super-heavy boxes seemed to be gone, but that was up for discussion since there were dozens of them here.

You couldn't find a familiar face in sight. Did... they just leave you here? More likely, they were just carrying some luggage into one of the nearby houses, but you couldn't knock on every door to find them—it would take hours.

You felt yourself slowly breaking down.

You knew you were a little (a little very much) jealous of this girl, but more depressing was the fact that this was going to be yours and Aether’s day. COMMON. Now you thought you were the loneliest person in the universe.

"I'm not going to get upset," you repeated aloud, trying to motivate yourself to leave this place. "I'll go... I’ll go somewhere and have a good time... alone."

With a quick step, as if you didn't want to think about this anymore, you turned back and followed the alleys you and Aether had previously travelled. You came to the food stores that you had only glanced at before, but you didn't have time to taste anything else because you were in a hurry to get to the viewpoint.

It is true that you ordered take-out rolls, but the whole range of different types of food seemed very tempting despite the filling bread.

And the smell of such highly seasoned dishes was tempting—very much.

"Sorry," a young girl approached you after you shoved a piece of meat into your mouth. You swallowed it quickly, almost choking on it. “Would you like to buy some flowers?”

“…Why not?” you replied.

The girl put the money in the pocket of her dress. Instead of putting a flower on your hand, she came closer and gently braided a glaze lily into your hair near right ear.

"Here you are," she replied and looked at you. A smile beamed across her face. “You look really pretty!”

"Thank you," you replied. You noticed that this was the last flower in her basket, and because of that, the ten-year-old girl seemed proud of herself. She walked away, thanking again for the purchase.

I think that one more on the other side and all would be perfect...

You glanced at the setting sun and concluded that you could give Aether a similar lily. Wouldn't that look cute on him? There was still some time before it will get completely dark. Even the rain clouds that had previously seemed to be crossing the sky at an alarming pace now seem to have stopped.

You finished eating and walked briskly towards the Danyu Ruins, hoping to find some pretty lilies on your way.

The silence, or rather the sound of the wind and the leaves rustling against each other, were the only thing that accompanied your footsteps since you left Liyue. It seemed relaxing at first, but now that the skies were a deeper blue than orange, you concluded that a travelling companion would not be a bad idea.

“They're here!” you finally found two lilies that glistened slightly in the dark. You collected them quickly and turned to head back into town.

…You were surprised when you encountered many, many roads, each of them unfamiliar.

"I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs," you joked, though panic had already paralyzed your legs.

Your problems were not diminished by the fact that you heard mad laughter near you. You felt your heart leap into your throat, tears welling up in your eyes as a figure emerged from behind the bushes.

Abyss mage.

You have heard about them from the stories of Aether, who sometimes told you about his adventures when you tried to bandage his wounds with a bandage, herbs, or other medicines.

As soon as your heart was beating, so quickly the magician saw you. He teleported a meter away from you and you started running.

Faster, faster, faster.

Before you ran a hundred meters, a mage appeared before you. You didn't even have time to stop when he waved his hand, and a large ice crystal formed in front of him. Huge and pointed towards you.

Almost as soon as it was launched, a certain force pushed both of you backwards. You felt pain in your left leg, but somehow you didn't fall. Strong arms held you and made you be in a comforting, familiar embrace.

You looked up to see Aether running towards the cliff to finally jump, open his gliding set and take you two away from the icy monster.

You didn't say a word to each other all this time.

As soon as you touched the ground, you stepped out of his embrace, as if feeling that you had abused his closeness too much. Instead, he grabbed your wrist, turned to face him, and initiated a long, passionate kiss.

He didn't pull away until you both were breathless, and your cheeks were burning like hot coals. You couldn't say you were cold anymore.

“Why?” He took a deep breath. However, his voice still trembled. “Why didn't you wait for me? If I did not make it on time—"

“I was waiting for you!” You interrupted him. You bit your lower lip as you tried to contain the tide of frustration. “It's you who disappeared somewhere. You went somewhere with that girl. I already thought you weren't coming back.”

Aether, an intelligent boy, immediately paraphrased your words "I was maybe jealous". At the thought, he smiled apologetically.

"Sorry," he said, scratching his neck. “I accidentally dropped a box on her leg and, oh, it was hard to treat someone who screams in pain before even a finger touches them…”

"Oh," you felt a deep flush of embarrassment coming up to your cheeks. Indeed, the previous redness of the cheeks did not disappear, but now it only preserved their shade for the next minutes. “I'm really sorry. I left you, put you and myself in danger, just to find some stupid flowers...”

For the third time since finding you, Aether hugged you tightly. He planted a kiss on the top of your head. You stood for a few minutes in pleasant silence, cuddling tightly to each other, and finally, you both relaxed completely.

You took the tangled lilies out of your pocket; one was practically worn out, but the other seemed to be in good condition. You dropped the massacred one, and you tried to straighten the petals with your fingers.

"Turn around," you told him.

He did it without batting an eye. You ran your fingers through his hair and braided his plant into a braid.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought yours, still artfully arranged, flashed a pleasant blue light as Aether examined his looks.

"It suits you," you said. You both decided to go back to Liyue and spend the rest of the night there. You held hands all the way back.

"You too," he replied. "We are complementing each other very nicely now with these flowers ...and also without them," he added with a smile.

"So, you still think getting lost isn't romantic?" You looked at him from under your lashes.

“Still. I wish I could have you with me without any excuse that you will get lost.”

#Aether #Aether x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact aether #genshin impact scenario #genshin impact traveler #traveler x reader #genshin x reader

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do you think liam is an anchor for theo being good? just to preface i’d like to say i understand why people hate when people say theo (or any characters) sole motivation to change or to do anything is love for another character but i was rewatching s6 and while i believe theo changed because he wanted to do the right thing and become good, there was other influence there. for some reason, liam brings him back (bc idc he’s reasoning for bringing theo back and refusing to send him back doesnt 1/

make sense especially when you consider how theo doesn’t have any powers and his overall usefulness is fairly limited and seems like stuff they could’ve figured out on their own plus liam seems genuinely upset when he says “scott was right, i was wrong” when he thinks theo went evil again) he is somewhat coerced in doing the right thing by liam. i think he quickly figures out liam is his safety here (grabbing malias wrist to keep her from killing him, refusing to send him back, “liam’s the (2/

one with the sword”) so he naturally sticks with him. all of the good he does in s6 is for the direct benefit of the pack or to help/protect liam (who, by the time he stops liam from killing gabe, seems to be mutually anchors with) and it seems his motivation in this season is similar to his motivation in s5 but instead of looking for a way into the pack through power he’s looking for a way in through acceptance with the end goal being the same: he wants to be loved. he even tells mason (3/

“maybe i want to be in the pack” which seems like something weird for him to say since usually he’s very clear in what he says and wants but adding maybe seems like he’s testing the waters and when mason angrily rebuffs him he looks genuinely upset and ashamed (and then again when he can’t take masons pain). which brings us back to liam. i may be wrong but that’s one of the last interactions theo has with any other member of the pack with the exception of liam and again he’s drawn to helping (4/

him. when scott calls theo for help, he specified that “liam and the others” need help and theo is seen racing off and then immediately zeroing in on liam (who would’ve been the least vulnerable given he was the only one at the hospital with supernatural strength) and stays to fight with him after liam suggests they fight together). the only action i can think of where theo does something good that isn’t to the benefit of the pack is when he takes gabe’s pain. he’s redemption arc comepletes (5/

here because it’s the first completely unnecessary act of good that he does and one that proves he cares about others. but the thing is he seems like his main motivation for whatever he does in the future would be loyalty and love. assuming theo gets accepted into the pack in the future (scott calls him an ally in the finale and just assuming he has a relationship with liam too that makes him eventually a part of the pack) his care he showed in s6 to the needs of the pack would only increase (6/

so his tie to doing the right thing would be dependent on them. like i always feel that if he were to be accepted into the pack he’d have to follow the no murder rule but if something happened to liam it would be enough for him to become an anti hero or villain in his revenge. idk it just seems to me that his interest in doing the right thing might largely be dependent on the interests and needs of the people he loves (7/7)

I always have a hard time answering these because I feel like there are soooo many ways to interpret Theo and his motivations in s6. My short answer would be a tentative no, I don’t think Liam acts as an anchor for Theo’s goodness, but mainly because I don’t think Theo needs a person to help him fall in line with some benevolent sense of morality, if that makes sense? But stay with me!! I might have a point somewhere in here 😅

This is probably gonna be so incoherent buttttt I think that it’s important to consider how doing things “for the direct good of the pack/Liam” may have also been beneficial to Theo himself (especially right when Liam brought him back). Not to say I think Theo is only ever driven by self-interest, but I just think Theo wanted to be as far away as possible from the Skinwalkers Prison and that could’ve a primary motivator for his actions when he was first brought back because his compliance = survival (which. Fucking oof. Very Dread Doctors reminiscent :/) But obviously things get shaken up once the sword is broken.

I feel like I always ramble about this but I dunno I just think there’s so much instability and aimlessness in Theo’s life in s6. And time to think. About, like, everything. I think the idea of Theo “changing” after the Skinwalkers Prison is something that’s really difficult to assign moral weight to because 1.) he went through a personalized torture loop for months on end and 2.) the Dread Doctors are gone. His actions look different because his life is completely different, you know??

Regarding the scene where Scott asks Theo to go help at the hospital that you mentioned, the way Theo zooms over there. Prior to that, as far as we can tell, Theo’s just, like. Sitting there in his truck. Same with the spider scene? He’s just sitting in his truck. We get a whole montage of Theo being asked to move by cops while sleeping in his truck, and it has always made me wonder just how much of his life has been compressed to this one tiny space? Like s5 Theo is a fucking busybody. It’s like he’s everywhere, keeping tabs on everyone all the time. But the interior of truck, just. That’s not a lot of room to just sit alone with your own thoughts and memories and shit. I totally believe that Theo wanted to help. But I also believe that Theo wanted (needed?) something to do. Liam, for a lot of s6, is his “something to do.” (In a completely unsexy non-euphemism way lmao).

That isn’t to minimize Theo and Liam’s relationship in s6 though! Absolutely think that Theo had a respect and appreciation for Liam that went beyond “this guy brought me back guess I’m indebted to him now.” And I think that respect was gradually reciprocated by Liam. And when the two of them aren’t arguing, there’s this weird air of normalcy between them?? Almost like if they didn’t always have to fight for their fucking lives every time they were together, they could have fun? I could totally be wrong but I feel like the only other scenes of Theo having these goofy, low-stakes moments (like the fucking ghost riders key finding scene or the car scene post-zoo w/ Liam) are s5 when he’s like, manipulating his ass off trying to ingratiate himself with the pack (like the Malia driving lessons and whatnot). I think that Liam offers him normalcy more than a motivation to be good.

#I’m so bad at answering wide-sweeping questions like these I’m sorryyyy #ALSO Theo does have that silly goofy moment w Mason and his bat in the tunnels. but idk. am I making sense?#thinking abt this has made me realize I need to rewatch TW badly lmao #I’m sorry if I didn’t address every point brought up!!! I tried. my brain forgets things .2 seconds after reading them #is it Theo’s redemption arc or Theo’s finding himself arc 🧐#also another note on his motivation + how it relates to wanting to be in the pack #the convo with Mason “a pack is about trust.”#Theo is kinda doing the same thing he did at the beginning of s5. helping the pack. Making them trust him.#he’s just doing it genuinely this time. right?#and then I know I didn’t even touch on the gabe thing askfhsj that’s a whole nother Theo + empathy ramble idk #so yeah!#throw tomatoes at me tell me to get off stage

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sarahjtv · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 318 Quick Spoiler Analysis: Lost and Found

Ok, I think I need a few days to process everything that’s happened during this chapter and I might make a longer analysis for this chapter later, but holy shit when I tell you I ascended, I ASCENDED! That page of Deku thinking about his classmates with a genuinely big smile on Shoto’s face and the last pages of Bakugo straight-up watered my crops, cleared my skin, expended my lifespan, and sent my soul into the great unknown for a bit. I screamed happy sounds last night. With that in mind, some very quick thoughts today:

Hooray for overseas Pro Heroes coming over to help Japan! This means that Deku and Co. will have more allies on their side and Deku doesn’t have to take care of everything. I hope and pray he listens to Endeavor and get some freaking sleep.

I’ve heard people mention that Endeavor’s been treating Deku like an adopted son lately and I can see it. It’s almost like he’s trying to become the good father he wasn’t with his own children. Like he’s making it up with Deku this time as the son figure. I kinda like it actually. It’s good character growth for Endeavor.

The panel of the OFA Holders trying to get Deku to rest is a parallel to the chapter where we go into Shigaraki’s psyche and we see his family trying to grab him and stop him too. Of course, both Deku and Shigaraki ignore the spirits and just move on with Shigaraki moving towards AFO and Deku moving onto the next villain to beat. I really like it when Horikoshi parallels these two characters and their symbolism. I actually just like it in general when it’s done right.

It’s clear that the OFA Holders feel like that maybe they pushed Deku too far with their words and motivations. But, this is ultimately what Deku wants. For better or worse, he chose the path of a hero and he’s bent on getting to the finish line. Though it’s interesting that the 2nd Holder is the only one who thinks that Deku pushing himself so hard is the right thing to do. I don’t think the 2nd Holder is being malicious in saying this. I think there’s something to his character and backstory that molded his reasonings. I mean, Deku really is the only one who can do this, but he does need help. If Deku can get some help then he can finally rest and fight properly instead of exhausting himself to death.

God, it’s upsetting to see Deku actually being feared by people despite saving them. Just the way Deku looks alone is scary enough. The kid doesn’t remotely look like a hero anymore. He’s not the hero who’s presence can put everyone at ease right now. Deku’s strayed so far away from his original origins. The main thing staying there is his want to save people.

And as all these burdens are on his shoulders, the most important thought in his head are his classmate’s smiles. Everyone is smiling from Ochaco to Shoto who’s pure, rare smile will remain in my head rent free for the rest of eternity 💙. Deku wants a world where there’s peace and smiles even if he has to suffer for that. Throughout everything, he’s never forgotten about his friends and their happiness. I really do love this kid, guys.

As Deku’s facing this other assassin, Dictator (who’s Quirk is similar to Shinso’s except the people he’s controlling are conscious), Deku looks so, so tired. He’s thinking of ways to save all these controlled civilians while being attacked by them, but he’s just standing there exhaustingly. There’s a small panel of his eye and it looks so tired. I know I keep saying that, but he is. There’s a small flicker of light in his eye too. I looks to me like it’s going to go out at any moment really. Deku needs to get a proper meal and sleep before he collapses in on himself.

AND NOW WE GET TO KATSUKI BAKUGO!!! HOLY SHIT WE HAVEN’T SEEN THIS DUDE IN SINCE LATE LAST YEAR AND HE’S BACK AND HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭💥🧡 The internet’s still going nuts about him I can tell. He blasts Dictator with an AP Shot and Deku sees him with some life back in his eyes. Bakugo then pulls out his phone and tells someone “Guys, I found him”! Which means that Bakugo wasn’t the only one searching for Deku!!! Please tell me who else joined him, Horikoshi! I’m betting on Shoto, Ochaco, and maybe Iida, Momo, and Kirishima since they helped Deku rescue Bakugo back in Kamino (which is where Bakugo actually found Deku ironically enough; right in Ground Zero where the All Might statue is).

Also, the 2nd Holder mentioned before “But if there is someone who could make Midoriya Izuku whole at the moment, that would be…” and then we go right into the big Bakugo panel! BKDK’s rise 🧡💚!!! But seriously, this is amazing. These two really do complete each other not just as rivals, but as friends. And it’s great how this goes to show how much Bakugo’s grown from the beginning. This kid who wanted absolutely nothing to do with Deku at the beginning became one of the people actively looking for him and even found Deku first. Bakugo’s character development truly is one of the best in the series.

And this would be a great time for Bakugo and Deku to finally have that talk they’ve been needing to have for a long, long time now. I almost hope that the other kids don’t reunite with Deku next chapter because I really want that talk if they didn’t have it back at Central Hospital. A glimpse of the other kids would be good and I’d love to see Shoto again, but I NEED THAT ANGSTY TALK! I wonder if we’re going to have a roll reversal here too: Bakugo lends out a helping hand towards Deku and asks him to rest, but Deku ignores Bakugo’s hand and turns away and leaves again instead. That would absolutely kill me. Just as much as the All Might angst we got last week. If that happens then the turns really will have tabled. I will cry again for a week straight. I would still thank Horikoshi for his masterful storytelling though. I would also cry if Deku does take Bakugo’s hand though. God, there are so many feels to these two characters it’s wonderful. I need Chapter 319 like yesterday.

But unfortunately, we won’t get that for a while. Horikoshi is taking a break next week and so is the anime on July 3rd I think. So, we’re going to have a dry spell for a week straight my MHA friends. I’m honestly ok with this though. For me, the new OP and ED and Horikoshi sketch will tide me over with their bangers (I hope) and Horikoshi needs as many breaks as he can get. He’s been drawing and writing pure 🔥 this arc and I want him to get some much deserved rest. Especially after Berserk’s Kentaro Miura’s passing and JJK’s Gege Akutami taking his month long break. Hey, Jump? Please give your mangaka better schedules. I hate seeing them so exhausted. Anyway, enjoy your break, King 👑!

Me reading Horikoshi’s last few arcs:

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Chapter 4|| Stormbringer- Stray Kids Demigod AU

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Felix

Word count : 1.9k+

Warnings : Fight scenes, injuries but nothing too intense.

Genre : Romance, Demigod AU, fluff, angst.

Description: The day of the Capture the flag game arrives and there’s no denying that you and Felix make a wonderful team. Somewhere in the back of your head, you make a quiet note to have him by your side even when the real quests start.

A/N : Y’all I’m so bad at writing action scenes XDD I swear I’m trying to get better at it.

Enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST || Click here for introduction to the story and glossary and here for the Stray Kids demigod diaries!

Game mornings have always been your favorite.

Leaving out having to wake up early, you love everything else about game mornings; the little cheer song Apollo kids go about singing, the freshly cut fruits at breakfast which are otherwise a rare sight, camp students being all nice to each other which again is kind of rare, all the Satyrs moving here and there with banners and swords and arrows. The camp feels livelier than ever.

And to Felix, this sight is a complete different world. Almost like a pleasant dream.

Felix watches all the excited kids move around the camp, the jumping Satyr, the hearty breakfast and a new, foreign glow on your face as you sit across from him, explaining the game to him once again.

"Weren't you paying attention the first time?" You deadpan when he asks you to repeat, your front teeth nibbling against your lower lip in annoyance.

Felix smiles sheepishly and tilts his head with a shrug of his shoulders, as if to say 'Not really.'

You end up explaining it to him again because who could ever say no to that smile.

"So Capture the flag game is played in different ways by different Camps all around the world. As for Camp Levanter, we have a special set of rules that are to be followed."

"We're divided into two groups, which are further divided into smaller sub groups. Each group only has one purpose - to capture the flag that has been hidden at the Athena temple on the hill behind our camp. We can use dummy weapons to stop our opponents from getting to the flag first but we're not allowed to fatally hurt anyone or use our powers. Whoever gets to the flag first, wins. Do you understand now?"

Felix nods with a tense smile.

"I'm nervous, y/n." He later goes on to admit as Minho and Eden declare the beginning of the games and call over the participants near the starting line. You glance at him and he is fidgety, like a middle schooler going to his first date. He wears a loose black t-shirt with a pair of extra baggy pants and his fingers play with the blonde strands of his hair.

When he catches your gaze, he smiles ever so sweetly.

You look away.

You feel the adrenaline course through your own veins as you gently pat his shoulder, "We're gonna win this. Trust me."

The other participants soon gather at the starting line, the competitiveness very much distinct in their sharp glances and quiet snickers, a contrast to how it were this morning. You'd never been one to be nervous before and today, you feel more confident than you've ever felt before. You wonder if the boy standing beside you, with his fingers tight around the sharp wooden sword, has something to do with this sudden confident outburst.

"Alright. Everyone, get ready!" Minho grabs everyone's attention with his loud voice, "And.....GO!"

Eden blows the Horn and you turn to look at Felix, sending him a wink,

"We're winning this, Lee."

A few seconds into the game and you realise that Felix and you make a bloody wonderful team. He's good with the sword while you're good with the arrows, he has sharp senses while you have sharp reflexes.

Your opponents attack you at the most random, unexpected moment but the both of you happen to defeat everyone of them and move closer to the temple, climbing through the thick mountain forest.

"You know, I didn't think we'd make such a great team. " Felix admits, panting and wincing as a tree branch brushes past a bruise on his arm, "You're not that bad, eh?"

You manage to giggle just before an arrow wheezes past you, missing you by a single inch.

Your heart as if stops beating for a second.

"Shit! I thought we were leading!" You hiss, falling on the ground.

Felix gets ready to defend your vulnerable position, his sword raising in alarm.

While on the ground, you quickly grab an arrow and position your bow in the direction from which the opponents' arrow flew.

You hear crunching of leaves and branches and quiet whispering.

"They're here." Felix mutters.

The footsteps get closer and closer and before you know it, Felix is tackled aggressively onto the ground. You turn around and shoot your arrow, almost blinded by the suddenness of the situation.

"Goddamn it, Han Jisung!" Felix groans as he wrestles for dominance over Jisung, who is laughing almost maniacally.

"Jisung, I swear to-" you are about to get up and run towards the wrestling duo, but an arrow falls onto the ground, just near your feet.

Its your arrow.

"I underestimated you, y/n. You seem to be a pretty good archer." Changbin appears from behind one of the trees, a visible bruise on his cheek from where the blunt, rubber arrowhead must have hit him.

"And I, you." You respond, grabbing another arrow and stretching the string of your bow, "We're going to win this, Changbin. You might as well get going before I bruise your pretty face again."

Your words come from nowhere but a place of playfulness and competition, but Changbin's eyes turn dark.

You quickly run over to cover Felix, who seems to have gained dominance over a very tired Jisung, all of Jisung's arrows having fallen out of the case and onto the ground.

"I could say the same for you." Changbin approaches you, a wooden knife in one hand and a spear in the other.

He attacks and you dodge, smooth like a cat.

"Felix! Go! Get the flag!" You yell and hope Felix realises that Jisung is too tired to keep up a good fight, "Quick! Go now!"

Felix jumps from a panting, sweaty Jisung and runs towards the temple on top of the hill, his footsteps momentarily slowing down as he turns around to look at you, as if for reassurance.

You nod, "Go."

Your eyes turn to Changbin, who has his head tilted with a smirk on his face.

"I have always been a better runner than Felix, you know."

He tries to run past you but you grab the back of his shirt and drag him back, almost slipping in the process. Reflexively, he grabs your hand and forces his shirt out of your fist while you struggle to keep your feet flat on the ground.

Changbin is strong, you realise, extremely strong so when you try to throw in a punch, he dodges it easily.

Your brain is running wild now; your only motive being distracting Changbin from running after Felix.

"He won't go easy on you just because you've grown up together, you know." You say, almost mockingly as he tries to get out of your tight grip. You wonder if his shirt collar might tear because of it.

He scoffs, not bothering to answer but instead reaches for his wooden knife. And in the blink of an eye, the knife slashes across your forehead.

"Oh, God!" You groan, clutching the burning area on your forehead. Your body once again falls onto the ground, your vision extremely blurry.

With barely an eye open, you see Changbin run up the hill but you're quick to move and grab his feet such that he trips and falls down. You drag him down further, while he struggles to climb up.

Your heart beat is in your throat, your vision almost zero and your entire body is as if on fire. You pray to the Gods that Felix comes down the hill with the flag because in this state, you could only hold onto Changbin for so long. And not to mention Jisung who's slowly getting up with loud groans and complains falling out of his mouth.

As if on que, you hear footsteps hurrying down from up the hill and soon an enthusiastic voice follows,

"Y/n! We won!"

You wish to run up and hug the man but in your state, all you can do is let go of Changbin's leg and let out a sigh of relief, followed by a giggle.

"Told you, didn't I?"

* You often find yourself thanking the makers of Camp Levanter for making the Zeus cabin as far away from the others as possible that afternoon. It gives a much needed sense of privacy and the luxury of being able to choose when to socialize.

"I hope it doesn't leave a scar behind." You mutter to yourself, tending to your wounds on the verandah of your cabin.

You dip a cotton ball in an anti septic lotion and gently dab over your forehead, wincing when it stings.

"Need help?" You hear a heavy voice from near the staircase of the cabin and your heart jumps a little at his sight, "If you don't mind."

You run your eyes over the various purple and red marks on Felix's body and you pat the space next to you on the floor for him to come sit on.

"Your friend is dangerous." You remark when he settles down, flashing him your forehead wound.

He shrugs guiltily, "He's just a little aggressive, that's all. He'll come around."

Felix shifts in his seat and takes the cotton ball from your hand, silently volunteering to clean your forehead wound.

The sting is still very prominent, but Felix's other hand rubs comforting circles on your cheek to ease the pain.

"Minho told me that you met mom." He mutters after a few seconds, his lips turned down into a frown. Almost as if the news upset him.

"Yeah, I did." You admit as he applies an ointment and then fixes a bandaid over your wound.

"Have you never met-"

"No, I haven't. I don't know what she looks like or sounds like. My father never told me and she never bothered to show herself." Is he angry that his mother met you and not him?

You purse your lips, the sudden rise in tension making you uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey. I am not angry at you in particular." Ah, Aphrodite kids can feel auras. "I just wished she'd come to meet me as well. I don't know why she doesn't. " he mutters.

"Well," you start, "If it makes you feel any better, she did tell me that she wants you to go with us for a quest. Says its important for you to go."

Felix's eyes glimmer with a sense of relief. "Really?"

"Yes, of course and I'm sure she'll meet you soon." You reassure him, though you yourself weren't sure what Aphrodite might do. She isn't the most motherly entity, according to Hyunjin and the other Aphrodite kids.

"Do you want me to go the quest?"

You are applying the ointment on the bruise on his cheek when he decides to drop that question, catching you off guard.

"Why would my approval matter?" You ask.

"It matters." He almost whispers, "To me."

Heat races to your face at his unexpected yet sweet words. You know you shouldn't feel like this, you shouldn't get flustered because of a boy you met only a couple of days ago but under his unsettlingly calm gaze, you find yourself melting. Bit by bit.

"Okay, enough talk." You shake out of the trance, "Go to your cabin and rest. We leave tomorrow night. I hope you paid attention while Minho was explaining the quest or do I need to repeat it?"

Felix giggles, shaking his head, "I paid attention."

He jogs down the small stairs of your cabin and waves you goodbye, making his way to his cabin.

"And Felix,"

"Yes?"

I want you to come with me to the quest.

"Don't forget to have Ambrosia before bed. It'll help your wounds heal faster."

Oh, silly,silly, y/n!

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