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noaltbruh · 1 year

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Hey! If you do request right now could you please do bucci gang’s (+trish if you want to) s/o reacting to them coming home badly injured after failed misson, and s/o’s like “alright, lemme just love and comfort you♡."

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

Have great day/night!❤️

Hi there! 😊 This request is very sweet, I really enjoyed writing this :)♡

(Why do I always get so carried away in Fugo and Narancia's bits Istg)

[Also, it gets rather sad at Abbacchio's part...Sorry]

Bucci gang being comforted by reader after a rough day <3

Giorno 🐞

Giorno is a perfectionist at heart, he knows what he has to do and is only projected on reaching his goal, no matter what it may be.

So, when he realizes that his mission was a failure, he feels absolutely devastated. How could he have screwed up so bad? How could he have ruined such an important task? How is he supposed to be a good Boss of he can't even take care of a mission.

As soon as he comes back home, he'll immediately shut himself down, he doesn't want you to be a part of his failure, to know about how incompetent he was, he knew you'd be disappointed in him.

Me may not even greet you once he arrives, only heading straight towards the bathroom to take care of his wounds.

You're not deaf, however, and you quickly notice that someone else is at home. When you knock on the bathroom door, he may hesitate a bit before admitting to be in there.

He asks you not to come here, which greatly alarms you. When you try to question if everything is okay, he answers with a simple "yes", hoping to calm you down.

It doesn't work obviously

So, when you step in and see him healing himself, you can't help but feel your heart breaking a little. Why would he hide for you when he needs help?

Then, it hits you that it's exactly because he needs your aid that he didn't want you to notice him. You ask him if it was about that mission he had to take care of, and he mostly just nods in response, not having the courage to admit through words that he couldn't do it.

When you start insisting on helping him feel better, he immediately declines, claiming that you don't need to worry and that it's his fault of he ended up like this, so he needs to handle it.

Despite this, you refuse to leave and gently take a sit next to him, assisting him in any way during the healing process. Giorno doesn't have the heart nor the energy to tell you to let him be, even though he wishes you would.

After you're done, you invite him to take a rest while you go and prepare something for him. The golden boy isn't able to argue with you further in the mental state he is, and just accepts to make you happy.

When you come back with a cup of tea and a blanket, he softly thanks you for your kindness and takes the mug, slowly taking small sips out of it.

You untie his hair and begin to play with it, you know he loves it just as much as he loves caressing yours. If you look closely, you will probably notice him blushing a little...He doesn't like to be so vulnerable around anyone, he hates this weak side of his.

He doesn't understand how you could be so nice to him even after he failed, he just...Doesn't think he's worthy of love, if he's not the best all the time.

Yet, even if he doesn't get it, he's deeply grateful to have you by his side. The thought of you leaving him if he shows you how miserable he is still haunts his mind, but your care for him helps him push it away, even just for a while.

Bruno 🤐

If Giorno couldn't accept failure, Bruno is no better than him.

He feels ashamed, he's supposed to be the Capo and make sure that everything goes well. What sort of leader can't even do his job right? How can he help anyone if he can't even take care of himself?

Shame and disappointment walk right beside him, as he pitifully comes back home. He hates for you to see him like this, he's supposed to protect you and keep you safe...Yet he barely made it out alive of something he should be able to handle with his eyes close.

Once you come to greet him and see him in such conditions, he tries to play it cool, since it aches his heart to see you worry about him. He won't be telling you anything about the result of the mission, it's better if you don't get involved in this subject.

It's not hard for you to read the situation though, and can tell that something clearly did not go as planned. Even so, you decide not to push it and simply invite him to relax a bit, hoping to take his mind off whatever may be troubling him.

One of the best way to help Bruno calm down would be to prepare a bath for him, maybe adding some perfume or special oils to the water to create a more enchanting effect.

However, convincing him to let you do so will not be an easy challenge. He will try to hold you back, to tell you to go back to what you were doing before and that he can handle himself. He doesn't want you to waste energy in putting him out of the pathetic state he ended up in, simply because he wasn't strong enough.

Even so, his insistence may cause him to get even more exhausted, backfiring at himself. Staring to zone off, he'd instinctively lay his head on your shoulder, letting you guide him to the bathroom.

Once everything is settled and you two get inside the bathtub, Bucciarati doesn't have any force left to try and oppose. He simply watches you, feeling his eyes getting heavy as you wash his hair and maybe even kiss his wounds.

Being the head of the team is hard, and everyone needs a moment to rest. Taking breaks doesn't align with the life style the man is accustomed to, but for once...He lets you handle it all, he lets you be in charge...Of him.

And he'll always cherish your care.

Mista 🔫

Mista doesn't take failure as seriously as his two friends. He knows that mistakes can be made and doesn't condemn himself nor the ones around him for screwing up from time to time.

Even then, it was kind of a punch in his ego's guts to mess up like this, the pistols always do a great job with taking an enemy down. He's annoyed that things turned out this way, but at the very least, the stand user was eventually tracked down and he got out of it alive, so it could have gone worse.

What really bothers him is how heavily he's injured, dude can barely stand on his own two legs and is bleeding quite badly. All that he wants is to go home and relax a bit, before he freaking dies from blood loss.

When he does so and you come to open the door for him, you're taken aback by the conditions the boy has ended up in, and the gun covered in red surely is not a good sign.

With that being said, he does have a tendency to get heavily hurt every time he's given an assignment, so you're confident in being able to help him.

He doesn't try to avoid the subject and just seems a bit reasonably annoyed when telling you what happened.

You tell him to wait for you while you go and grab something to patch him up with, to which he agree with no big deal. He thanks you and gives you the biggest grin his aching body allows him to muster up.

Mista is that kind of person who loves to show off, to demonstrate how tough and confident he is. Even so, he must admit that, maybe even just once in a while, being the one who gets spoiled with attention does not feel bad.

After, at the very least, the wounds have been taken care of, the two of you will probably order some take out while watching pretty woman for the millionth time together.

He loves physical contact and the feeling of having you so close to himself does make him feel quite nice. You won't be letting go of each other all night long, the Pistols will most likely be the ones to answer the door in your place.

You can see Mista's satisfied smile as he makes himself comfortable on you, putting his head on your shoulder and taking off his hat to feel more comfortable. He just adores the feeling of your bodies being so close to one another.

If you were to caress, or even just touch his shoulder, you'd basically see him melt into your arms. He'd close his eyes as the noise of the Tv slowly drifts away from his mind, letting him enjoy the moment of pleasure as much as he can.

Soon enough, the rough day he's been through is nothing but a past memory.

Narancia 🍊

Although it may surprise you, Narancia takes succeeding in missions very seriously. He wants to show the others that they can trust him, that he isn't some...Stupid good for nothing.

So, when he fails and probably someone else has to step in to finish the job, this boy feels useless. He doesn't even think about how badly he got hurt on the spot, all his mind is focused on is what a disappointment he is.

Despite how optimistic he usually tries to be, he just keeps on murmuring to himself on the way home how he always screws up everything, and can't do a single thing without needing help.

When he finally steps in, it takes you half a second to realize what happened. Seeing your boyfriend being under the weather is a rare circumstance, but a horrible one too.

You can guess that the reason why he's feeling this way is because of how the mission went. So, you don't ask him any questions and simply tell him "welcome back", trying to comfort him with a sweet smile.

He forces a little grin in return, not wanting to make you worry too much, but his body language speaks in his place, as he basically lets himself collapse on you. You're probably going to have to carry him to the nearest couch, and go get something to handle his wounds.

Once you do so, Narancia is just laying there all sleepy. As soon as you sit next to him, he immediately cuddles up in your chest, with his eyes half closed, just wanting to feel your warmth.

Be gentle with him while he's like this, this is a threat.

He doesn't say a single word, he just lets you aid him, feeling like he doesn't really deserve your affection, but not being able to say no to it.

Once you're done with his scars and bruises, he mumbles a quiet "T-Thank you..." and looks up at you with a living glance.

Rubbing his back, kissing him, caressing his hair...It doesn't matter how you decide to comfort him next. He just wants you to hold him, feeling the warmth of your touch and the comfort of your voice.

He clings to you as tightly as he can, just enjoying the sensation of being safe in your embrace. Narancia doesn't need anything but to know that you're there and that you won't leave him, even if he messes up.

The way you shower him with love and don't look down on him for being so clingy truly makes him feel special. He can't put in words how glad he is to have you in his life.

So, for once, the chatty and outgoing Nari just...Stays quiet and still, slowly dozing off as you keep on cuddling him to sleep.

Fugo 🍓

Sadly...Fugo is not new to failure. Having a stand like Purple haze sometimes feels like nothing but a weight on his shoulder. His friends fight bravely and risk their life, while he has to worry about not killing himself with his own power.

Mix his self-doubt with his anger issues, and you get a deadly combination. After the disastrous mission and before heading home, he's going to have to keep himself from fucking up anything or anyone in his range.

Filled with frustration, he'll let out a desperate scream of rage, before finally getting in the car and driving, risking to break something in it with any out of control movement.

He won't even greet you when he comes back to the villa. He'll probably try to distract himself reading something, only to realize that he's not able to focus on a single word due to his wounds and his mental state, probably tearing the pages apart in the heat of the moment.

You hadn't noticed the sound of the door opening before, but the noise of the poor book being destroyed surely did not go over your head. As soon as you walk in the living room and see your boyfriend, you instantly rush in his direction.

You put your hand on your cheek, not worrying about his agitated state, just wanting to comfort him as soon as possible.

Preoccupied, you ask him why he hadn't told you he had come back, to which he replies with a look of shame and avoiding eye contact, trying his hardest not to lash out at you.

You notice some of his blood had stained your hand, he might have even died if he didn't treat those wounds now, what was he thinking?!

You run up to bathroom as fast as you can, coming back with a first aid kit, alcohol and too many bandages to count.

He tries to tell you to stay away from him, that he's not seriously hurt and that you shouldn't be near him as he's still feeling enraged for what happened.

Despite his warnings, you continue with what you're doing, not even actually listening to him, as all your attention is set on making sure you don't miss a single wound on his body.

He annoyingly asks if you're even hearing what he's saying, but in the moment he realizes he's starting to raise his voice, Fugo just sort of...Shuts down.

He doesn't want to accidentally harm you or risk taking his anger out of you when you're just trying to help. He'll be damned if you suffer just because he's incapable of emotions in check.

Still refusing to look at you once you're done, he tries to find the courage to speak up and thank you for everything you've done, when suddenly you just...Leave.

The gesture leaves him confused. Did he say something that hurt you? Were you mad at him? Did he come off as ungrateful for not showing a bare minimum of appreciation for what you had just done?

Before his thoughts can take the hold of him, thankfully, you come back with...A bowl of strawberries?

You set it on the coffee take and take one with a small fork, sitting next to him once again. You thought some fruit would have helped cheering him up, and might have restored his energy, even just a little bit, considering how exhausted he seemed to be.

You hold him close to yourself and invite him to open his mouth for you to feed him. To no one's surprise, this highly flusters him, and he appears a bit reluctant to do what you say.

After some persuasion, he accepts and lets you do whatever you want. He'd never say it out loud but...He actually really enjoys you caring for him so much.

The way you don't let his anger stop you, the way you're always ready to offer him a hand when he needs it, the way you love him with all his flaws...

He may not like himself, but you do, from the bottom of your heart...And as long as this doesn't change, that reflected love will be enough for him.

Abbacchio ⏮️

Let's be honest, I can't help but think that Abbacchio also feels some sort of hate for his stand. Maybe not as much as Fugo does, but he sees it as a distant reminder of his guilty past and his uselessness in battle.

Despite how much he hates it, he can't be anything more than support for actual competent people, while all he can do is just watch from the sidelines.

Because of this, failure is not something he hasn't dealt with in the past. There have been plenty of occasions where Moody blues just...Wasn't enough.

And this hurts him, it hurts him deeply, more than he could ever put into words.

Yet, he's so used to it that he just...Stays neutral. Once the task has been handled by someone else, he doesn't say or do anything. He's just...Apathetic, and very, very tired.

He doesn't want to see or talk to anyone in this state, so when he comes back to the villa, he simply grabs the first wine bottle he can find and starts drinking it from top to bottom, non-stop.

As no one had come to greet you, you found it suspicious how there seemed to be sort of of noises coming from the kitchen. Walking into the room to check what was going on, you just stood shocked at the image of your heavily hurt partner chucking down a whole bottle of alcohol.

At the spot, you're not sure of how to react, you only approach him and try to take the liquid away from his hands, to which he resists, giving you an empty stare. He just wants you to leave him alone and let him drown in his self-humiliation.

When he sees the worry and desperation in your eyes, however, Abbacchio finally starts to feel something: remorse. It felt like your gaze was just begging him to let you help him, and it hurt even more than his failure.

As soon as he puts the bottle down, you don't waste any further time and drag him to the bathroom to take care of all his wounds. How could he just ignore them like that? They were even deeper than you had thought at first, if you hadn't done anything, there may have been some...Serious consequences.

Once you finish, he still doesn't react, you can't tell what he's feeling or thinking, so you just...Hug him, tightly, not aware if you're trying to comfort him or yourself.

Slowly, but surely, you can feel his own arms wrapping gently around your back, you could have sworn you almost saw him cry. At last, he finally murmurs a "I'm sorry" and doesn't let go until you do.

After this, the two of you head to your shared bedroom. You had made sure to warm the entire villa before he came back, you wanted him to feel cozy since you knew this mission was stressing him quite a lot.

This happens to be one of the very few times were Abbacchio accepts being comforted, or just...Receiving love in general. Physical contact greatly weirds him out, and he's usually the one to be cuddling you, not the other way around.

So, when you actually take the lead this time, the man doesn't really oppose, but it takes him a while for him to get habituated to it.

You pull out his pair of headphones and the two of you start to listen to his favourite tunes together. You knew this was his favorite playlist and he always listened to it if he needed a break from everything.

Everything, but not everyone.

Because at the end of the day, although his words or actions may sometimes leave you on the edge, it takes nothing but a glance in his eyes, to realize that truly, he's deeply thankful for your love, even if he keeps on screwing up.

Trish🎙

Personally, I don't really think Trish would become part of Passione after meeting the rest. Don't get me wrong, she'd still 100% live with them, and with you, but I believe she'd rather pursue her career as a musician than a mafiosa.

With that being said, let's say that, for example, as a one time thing, the boys were to ask her for help during a mission, and she accepted.

...Boy, she won't take it well.

This is because she saw this request as a way to prove herself. After spending so much time being sheltered and protected, this was the perfect chance to remind everyone that she could handle herself perfectly fine.

And she failed.

As soon as Bruno and the others interfere to keep her from getting harmed any further and kill the enemy... She may even start crying. Not out of pain, but out of sport for how incompetent she is.

It doesn't matter how much she tried, how much she thought she had grown, she still needed someone to do what she couldn't on her own, she was weak.

Despite their attempts at comforting her, Trish brushed them off and heads home before anyone else, wiping the tears off her face because there's no point in crying over it.

You greet her with a warm smile when she steps in, excited to know how the task went. Her cold "hi" and the bruises on her, however, already give you all the answers you needed.

You try to ask her if she needs anything, if she wants you to help her with her scars, but nothing. After a quick "I'm fine", she storms off and goes to get the first aid kit herself.

You knew she could be stubborn and that she shoved you off like that, it meant she really didn't want to be bothered. Even then, you couldn't bring yourself to just...Stay there and do nothing, it almost felt like abandoning her at her lowest, even if it's what she thought she wanted.

You softly knocked on the door and walked in, only to find her struggling to patch herself up due to any other wounds hurting as soon as she tried to handle a single one.

She couldn't help but blush in embarrassment in the moment the saw you, she felt like an inept, not being able to even cure herself, especially after it was her fault she ended up like this.

Again, you ask her if she needs any aid, but this time, more aggressively, she yells at you to let her be, that she's tired of asking other people for help, that she's...Strong on her own.

...Needless to say, tears start forming in her eyes once that last bit leaves her mouth. Pained by seeing your darling in such distress, you gently hold her tight and tell her that it's okay not to be able to overcome everything on your own, that you'd always be there to support her and that you think she's already strong.

As an answer, she just...Softly sobs on your chest, handing you the alcohol and everything else, holding tightly to you as she feels her pain slowly disappear.

After that is settled and her tears are dried off, Trish already feels a lot better, her green eyes look a bit brighter than earlier.

You carry her to bed as she gives you a small, sweet smile. Once you put her down and lay next to her, she lets her head fall on your lap, giving you permission to rub hair hair, despite usually preferring not to.

Some beauty masks and painting each other nails while watching something cheesy on Tv will lift her spirit up like nothing else. From the relaxed expression on her face, you can see that her doubts and worries have started to dissipate.

Gaining her full trust may not be easy, and it is a matter of fact that she does close herself off and pushes everyone, even her loved ones away when she feels threatened. Yet you never give up on reaching out to get, because you know that despite her denial, she just wants for nothing more to tell her that she's enough and doesn't to prove herself to anyone.

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meiieiri · 7 months

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Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

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omgkatherine01 · 1 year

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Afterlife (Neteyam x Human Turned Na'vi Female Reader)

Requested:

"Can I please request some angst between Neteyam x human! reader, I actually based this on a song called Glimpse of Us by Joji. So one night they were watching a movie and (y/n) was thrilled to see two people dancing and she really wanted to experience it. Neteyam without thinking, he invited to dance with her even though he doesn’t know how to. They copied what they saw on the screen and danced in sync. Both of them actually liked each other but were afraid that their friendship might end. After Neteyam’s family fled to the metkayina clan, (Y/n) gets teased a lot by the Na’vi in that tribe because of being human. Neteyam is very protective of her, he cheered her up by inviting her to dance again at the beach when they were alone. He would blush when he sees her smile. Could you please end it in an angsty way? perhaps (y/n) was trying to save Kiri and got shot by one of Quaritch’s soldiers. Neteyam found her lifeless body on the ship, he never felt so devastated to see her dead. What is sadder is when Neteyam was dying, all the memories with (y/n) plays in his head. With (y/n)’s body near him, he tries to hold her hand one last time before passing away."

So.... yeah, I thought, since you wrote down all of what happen, let's just go with the afterlife... if it's alright with you... Please don't hate me if not 😚😢

Note: Just a tiny bit of spoilers for the second movie, because... well, be aware since... you know... Neteyam is... I CAN'T EVEN SAY IT 😭😭. I'm not over it!!!

Another Note: Didn't really like how I wrote it... and it's pretty short

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

"Neteyam."

Neteyam opened his eyes with a soft gasp. He frowned and sat up, the water dripping from his back. He looked around the empty small Island that he was on, a small pool of water in the middle where he was sitting on.

Neteyam looked up and around, the sky was glowing blue, and the area... it reminded him of the forest.

His home.

"I want to go home."

He remembered his words to his father, not long before he blocked out.

He remembered the pain he felt.

The bullet that hit him.

He frowned as he looked at his body. There was no sign of a bullet hole.

Neteyam stood up and looked around again. Where were his parents? His siblings?

"They not here." Neteyam turned when he heard a familiar voice but met a Na'vi he didn't met before. "Your family is fine."

Neteyam looked at her cautiously, "Y/N?"

You laughed softly, and nodded a little, "I think Eywa decided that if I wasn't born as a Na'vi and born as a human... she will turn me into what I wanted at the after life."

"You're here," he breathed out.

You stepped closer and held out your hand. He didn't waste time and grabbed it, looking at your hand in his. Your hand was still small but not as much when you were in your human form.

"Is that how you Sky People dance?" Neteyam asked. The two of you were sitting on chairs inside Norm's lab, just the two of you in the evening, watching an old movie from Earth.

In one scene the couple in the movie started to dance. "Yes," you said, "Uncle Jake told you about dancing, right?"

"Dad mentioned some stuff," he muttered next to you.

"Well, Uncle Norm danced with me a few times over the years, after he showed me some movies," you admitted, "Even Kiri danced with me."

Neteyam looked from the screen to you with a small smirk, "Do you want to dance with me?"

You blushed and scoffed as you looked back at the movie, "No, of course not."

Neteyam hummed still smirking as if he knew you were lying. You didn't dare to look at him and just continued to watch the movie. The thought of Neteyam dancing with you made you continue to blush which annoyed you.

Only Kiri and Tuk knew of your crush on their older brother, and no matter how much you tried to deny it, they didn't fell for it. You never thought Neteyam felt something to you more than a best friend or even like a little sister, so you always buried your feelings for him deep inside your heart.

It wasn't like something could happen between you two, you were a human girl, he was a Na'vi.

It wasn't like Jake and his wife Neytiri.

Your sad thoughts were cut off when you heard movements at your side and you looked at Neteyam in surprise as he held out his hand for you to take.

"I never done it before, so go easy on me," he said with a smirk.

You hesitated but took his hand and stood up. You looked up at him in amusement as you started to teach him to dance.

Neteyam smiled softly at the memory and looked at you. His smile disappeared and his guilt flickered to his eyes. It was his fault you died...

Like you read his thought, you stepped closer and placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it, "It's not your fault," you said softly, "I wanted to be there to help save your family."

"Yet it cased you your life," he said softly.

"And yours," you muttered, "You always careful, yet it happened to you."

"I always thought I won't be able to live on without you... I guess that was true," he said.

You tilted your head, "Neteyam--"

"I love you," he confessed and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, "I should have told you that before. When I saw you there, lying dead on the floor... my entire world collapse. The thought of never seen you again--"

"I love you too," you confessed softly and he opened his eyes. "But because that I love you, I hoped you would survive the war and one day find someone--"

"There wouldn't have been anyone else but you," he muttered. You gave him a small sad smile, feeling the same. Neteyam looked at your lips, and you did the same.

Neteyam placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted his head, pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, kissing him back passionately.

Breaking the kiss after a long moment, you both panted, breathing each other in. "I love you," you breathed out.

"I love you too," he said and gave you a soft smile, which you couldn't help but return one.

You and Neteyam didn't survive the war to be together... but Eywa watching over you two, you both could be together at the afterlife.

#I'm not writing Neteyam's death ever again #Don't ask anymore #please #neteyam x reader #avatar the way of water #neteyam x y/n #neteyam imagine #neteyam x you #neteyam oneshot

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badgirl411 · 1 year

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A Work Of Art: (Modern!Nikolai Lantsov x Reader FANFIC)

Pairings: Nikolai Lantsov x Reader, Sturmhond x Reader

Summary: Pyotr Lantsov is the CEO of the world famous Lantsov Art and Antiquities and founder of the Esthetica Gallery in New York, after he dies (Y/N) finds herself the new owner of the gallery she has helped be a success. Meanwhile world renowned and ellusive art thief Sturnhond and his crew hit the biggest galleries across the globe stealing back precious art. At a charity gala announcing (Y/N)'s success what happens when Sturmhond threatens to make an appearance and a familiar face haunts (Y/N).

Warnings: strong language, alcohol, mentions of death, sexual harassment, crime, Vasily (because that mf needs a warning all to himself)

Authors Note: Hello you wonderful lot please note this piece is a Modern AU of our favourite Puppy Prince and is therefore not canonically accurate. I decided to write this as I am currently bed bound with an infection in my jaw and cheekbone so need some Nikolai loving to distract me. IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST FOR THIS PLEASE DONT HESITATE TO DROP ME A MESSAGE.

A single solitary tear escapes your eye as your thumb hits the screen ending the call, your apartment is quiet, almost eerily so, as you sit motionless trying to digest the news that has been delivered to you over the phone. Your boss Pyotr Lantsov; CEO of Lantsov Art and Antiquities and founder of the Esthetica Gallery in New York; was dead the cause of which yet unknown.

It goes without saying that Pyotr was not the greatest of men, from several sordid affairs splashed across every tabloid to a penchant for gambling. He was bad, but you couldn’t suppress the bubbling grief in your chest, for all his wrong doings he was still your boss. The only person who gave you a shot in this black hole of a city when no one else would and for that you would be forever indebted to him.

Art had always been your one solace, even in the devastation of several historical paintings and artefacts there was still beauty. Ever lasting and pure there was something to say for the way a picture could tell you a thousand stories or a vintage watch could tell you the deepest secrets of its past. Esthetica had become your life from the moment you stepped foot within its walls, each brush stroke telling the story of a thousand memories the artists voice imbedded in every stroke. This gallery was your life’s ambition and work, it was in all respects your baby having a hand from the day you began in building its prestigious reputation.

In the weeks following his death the control of the company, gallery and its assets passed to his son Vasily. Vasily made your skin crawl he truly was a weasel of a human being and that was you being kind. Every day you were at the gallery from sun up to sun down working yourself to the bone to keep every morsel of it running as smoothly as possible. Pyotr’s wife Tatiana had no interest in the business and Vasily was, well, much the same to be honest. He was more interested in snorting away his inherited fortune and screwing his way through every New York model than actually having a hand in the business that afforded him these luxuries.

It was one of your rare days off when your phone rang, a heavy sigh fell from your mouth when you seen the name on your screen.

Tatiana calling…

“Hello?” You kept your voice friendly but monotone.

“(Y/N) darling wonderful to hear your voice, listen darling I’ve sent a car over to your apartment Vasily and I have a matter we wish to discuss with you in person. The driver will bring you over to the estate.” As much as you didn’t want to speak to her you continued to listen to her rabbit on about god knows what.

“Tatiana can this wait until tomorrow I am exhausted from sorting things in the gallery.” You pleaded trying to avoid having to see either of them, especially Vasily who would no doubt spend the entire time trying to get in your knickers.

“(Y/N) darling I’m afraid this can’t wait.” Her tone is insistent, you hope she can’t hear you roll your eyes on the other end of the phone.

“Ok I will be there shortly.” Hanging up the phone you groan falling face first into the cushion on your sofa.

You gather your belongings after quickly changing into something that wasn't an oversized shirt and underwear heading down to the street where the car is waiting.

The greenery of your surroundings trickled by as you got further from the city heading upstate and before you could comprehend you had arrived at the Lantsov estate with its impressive white exterior and lavish acres of green land.

The holler of a nearby bird startles you as you make your way towards the large entrance to the house, your nerves already fraught at the thought of being in proximity of Vasily. Making your way further into the house you are directed by a member of the house staff to the living area where Tatiana and Vasily are enjoying an afternoon drink whilst chatting idly.

“(Y/N) darling thank you for getting here so quickly, here let me grab you a drink. Sit, sit darling!” She gestures wildly for you to sit placing a glass of what you can only assume is single malt scotch in your hand. Bit early for you but its down your throat in one fellow swoop before you even consider discussing what was so urgent that they tore you away from your family sized bag of Doritos and Gilmore Girls box set.

“Tatiana what is this all about, why am I here?” Crossing your legs as Vasily’s gaze lingers on your exposed calf.

It’s Vasily who answers the question that lingers in the air “(Y/N) sweetheart” your skin is crawling already, you want to claw it off and flee this place, “Mother and I have been talking, we want you to take over Esthetica, we want to sign the gallery and all of its associated assets over to you or should we say Dad wanted us to. You practically run the place anyway we thought it was about time it was official.”

Your mouth hung open every possible emotion flooded your body, this was what you dreamed of ever since you could talk and now its happening you can’t quite believe it. You stand from your position on the sofa as Tatiana pulls you into a tight embrace.

“I don’t know what to say.” You stand dumbfounded.

“Say yes sweetheart.” Vasily lounges on the sofa his arm draped over the back of it.

“Yes, yes of course. I can’t thank you enough.” Tears are now falling as the news starts to settle in.

“Nonsense its what Pyotr wanted, we had the idea of throwing a charity gala and announcing the news to the partners there. We of course want you to help plan the gala after all it is going to be your gallery.”

The afternoon passes quickly after ideas are exchanged and plans are put into action, looking at your watch you rub your brow before standing and stretching your tired limbs.

“I really must get going but thank you again for this opportunity.” You turn to leave but a portrait hanging above a chest of drawers catches your attention.

It’s of Tatiana and a young boy, he’s blond and has striking blue eyes it could be Vasily but something in you tells you its not. You walk towards it and examine it, tilting your head to take in every aspect of it.

“Beautiful isn’t he?” Turning Tatiana has a sad smile on her face, you open your mouth but she speaks before you have the chance to “That’s Nikolai, my youngest.”

“Nikolai? Tatiana I didn’t know you had another son.” You are confused, Pyotr never mentioned having another son.

“Nikolai left home for the army a long time ago, I don't know where he is now.” She holds her hands close to her chest staring off into the space in the room. Vasily scoffs from his position on the sofa mumbling under his breath.

“What was that Vasily?” You ask hoping to get a rise out of him, you can see the mention of his little brother has him worked up.

“I said he’s an arrogant little sod!” He shouts face red with anger, you try to hide your smile getting your desired reaction.

After Vasily’s outburst you leave the estate rather quickly climbing into the car to head back to the city the sound of the radio softly swirling round the air. The sun has just about set by the time you begin to see the skyline of New York coming into view, the news broadcast on the radio catches your attention.

“Excuse me, would you mind turning the radio up a bit please?” You politely ask the driver.

“Of course madam no problem.” He replies reaching for the dial on the stereo turning it to the right increasing the volume.

This is breaking news, the world renowned art thief known as Sturmhond has struck once again. Reports suggest the thief hit the Tate Modern Gallery in London earlier this morning before the gallery opened making off with several paintings including the famous Sun Summoner piece. Police are baffled as to how the thief entered the museum undetected, more on this as it develops.

The next day rolls around and you head to the gallery hoping to contact your talent to see about pieces to present at the gala, heading from your office you decide you need to clear your head and head to the floor to bask in the art knowing you will find your relief once there.

There are several people milling about the gallery but one figure in particular peaks your interest, he’s tall and broad shouldered with a head of striking blond hair. He stares at the piece on the wall (which happens to be your favourite) you approach standing by his side admiring the painting also a small smile threatening the corner of your mouth.

“Beautiful isn’t it.” You say still looking at the piece hanging on the wall.

“Exquisite” he faces you, your breath catches in your throat at his startling blue eyes.

There is something so familiar about him but you cannot place it no matter how hard you try, your head tilts slightly taking in the man in front of you. He extends a hand out in front of you palm facing yours.

“Cole” he shakes your hand offering up his name.

“(Y/N)” you can’t hide the smile that is on your face, he feels like trouble but you push down the feeling instead choosing to revel in this moment.

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laurenkmyers · 6 months

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Summary:

The morning after the night before. aka, Chen Yi wakes up after his and Ai Di'’s first time together to find Ai Di gone. He also finds out Ai Di is in prison. You can imagine he's not too happy to discover either of those things. this ones for you, @surrealsunday

Chen Yi feels like trash.

His head is spinning, his mouth tastes like shit, and the only thing he wants to do is curl up in Ai Di’s arms and stay in bed all day. But the moment he reaches over to Ai Di he finds the other side of the bed empty and his head pounds harder behind his eyes.

Where the fuck is Ai Di?

His boy has never been one to wake up early, especially after a late one at the bar. But through the fog, Chen Yi realises that he doesn’t actually remember much about where Ai Di had come from in his pitiful state. He remembers fucking up, he remembers drinking excess amounts of whiskey, he remembers feeling sorry for himself, he remembers an illusion of Ai Di showing up, wrestling the bottle out of his hand, calling him out, talking him down, telling him he’s the one who cares.

But mostly, he remembers the moment he knew it wasn’t an illusion, he remembers Ai Di, his Ai Di, seeing him, kissing him, stripping him, holding him, crying for him, loving him. And in that moment, his life clicked into place and nothing else mattered.

Chen Yi has never felt anything like what he felt last night. Wanted. Loved. Cherished.

He needs to find Ai Di.

Chen Yi pushes the covers off his naked body and tries to stand on wobbly legs. As he takes several deep breaths to quell the sudden bout of nausea that threatens its way out of his throat he spots Ai Di’s hoodie left haphazardly on the floor where he’d thrown it off last night, and for the first time this morning, despite the urge to throw his guts up, he smiles- the dimple popping kind. He picks up the hoodie, brings it to his nose and takes another deep breath, before folding it neatly and placing it back onto the bed. He wastes no more time and throws on the nearest outfit he can find before heading straight out the door.

When he doesn’t immediately find Ai Di chilling in the garage he asks around to see if anyone had seen him leave this morning, to which everyone shakes their head. Chen Yi isn’t worried necessarily, it��s not unlike Ai Di to up and fuck off whenever he wants, but it’s a little alarming that after last night specifically Ai Di felt the need to leave abruptly without waking him. Last night was a big fucking deal, and Chen Yi would like to talk about it. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits ‘call’, but when the phone rings and rings and rings with no answer the panic inside him wells up to max.

Just as he’s about to try again he gets a call from Boss. The way his heart lurches feels different somehow, the dark feelings from before seep back into his gut and make him a little weak in the knees, but he doesn’t feel quite as devastated as he once was. He answers on the second ring, “Boss?”

But before Chen Yi has time to ask what’s up, Boss is saying, “We need to talk. It’s about Ai Di.”

The panic Chen Yi has desperately been trying to push down comes back in full force, his gut twists nastily and a sharp pain in his heart jolts through him, forcing the bile in his throat to force its way out. Before he has time to swallow it back down Chen Yi lurches forward and projectile vomits all over the floor. He doesn’t hear what Boss has to say on the other end of the line, though it does sound suspiciously like, “what’s the matter with you?” as he wipes his mouth and responds with a mumbled, “m’on my way.” before hanging up and calling for his car to be pulled round. His boys jump into action and in no time Chen Yi is breaking all speed limits, pulling into the driveway, and storming into Boss’ office.

The man in question is perched prettily on his desk, his head lifts from where it was sagging forward and when he realises it’s Chen Yi who has entered without formality or any kind of respect his face hardens. But Chen Yi doesn’t have time to fuck around with formality or respect, not anymore, not when Ai Di is clearly missing.

“Where is he?” Chen Yi asks hotly, holding nothing back.

“Sit down.” Boss responds.

Chen Yi ignores the order and steps closer, sick of the bullshit, he asks again, “Where is he?!”

“He’s gone, Chen Yi. Now sit. I won’t ask again.”

Gone.

Chen Yi has stopped hearing. Stopped seeing. Stopped breathing. The incessant buzz in his ear is getting louder and louder. His head rattles with it. What do you mean he’s gone? He wants to ask. Gone where? Where has he gone?

Gone.

The word feels foreign in his mouth.

Chen Yi’s legs falter, trapped in some sort of paralysis, he falls to his knees, right there on the ground beneath his Boss’s feet. Where he always thought he belonged. Now he knows it’s not where he wants to belong. But what does it matter now? Nothing matters now. Nothing will ever matter again. Because Ai Di is gone.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

A slap to the face brings the buzz to a dim hum. But it’s the words that follow that bring the silence.

“He’s not dead, you foolish boy.”

Not dead?

Chen Yi chokes, a soft noise that rips from his throat, it sounds like a sob, but Chen Yi can’t begin to understand the emotions that bubble to the surface.

Gone, but not dead.

So where the fuck is he?

Chen Yi can’t fathom why Boss won’t just tell him where Ai Di is. The thought makes him rage, a red haze floats over his vision, until blind fury is all he sees. Chen Yi lurches forward quickly, flipping the concealed knife in his trousers up into the palm of his hand. He barely thinks about the implication of his next move as he strikes at Boss, laying him flat on the surface of his desk and the knife that was in his hand is now at Boss’ throat, who gulps harshly. Chen Yi watches momentarily as the knife nicks the flesh beneath its edge and a single drop of blood slips down onto his trembling fingers.

Chen Yi won’t be distracted, he tries again, yelling this time, “TELL ME WHERE HE IS!”

Boss lifts a finger behind Chen Yi’s back, “Stand down. He won't hurt me. ” He says, and Boss’ men, who were likely about to spring forward and haul him off, halt in their tracks.

Chen Yi’s arms start trembling, the knife's blade no longer cutting, but teetering on the edge, like his sanity. Boss looks him in the eye and places the palm of his hand on Chen Yi’s cheek. This should be a moment of happiness, Chen Yi thinks maniacally, he’s dreamt of tender moments just like this one for years. And yet he can’t seem to enjoy it, doesn’t want to enjoy it, because it feels wrong. It is wrong. Ai Di wouldn’t like it. And it’s that thought that makes him push away and off of Boss.

The man rights himself, pulling at his blazer to straighten it. As he does, Chen Yi thinks it makes him look older, slightly haggard, defeated in a way that shows his real age and experience. It also shows Chen Yi exactly what he needed to see, the flaws beneath the admiration in his ignorant youth. A needless weight seems to lift from his shoulders as he finally lets go. The man he sees before him is the man who raised him, raised them. Him and Ai Di. He’s not a god, but merely human, with weakness and imperfection.

“Bai Zongyi was attacked in his cell last night.” Boss says abruptly, snapping Chen Yi from his realisations and back into the room. It prompts his next question.

“What does that have to do with Ai Di?”

Boss sighs deeply before continuing, “Ai Di has taken it upon himself to be the boy's protector. He thought that by having him there he’d not only keep the boy alive, but he’d keep him in line. Zongyi may be innocent in all of this, but he has been useful. Ai Di wanted only one thing in return for my help.”

“W-what?” Chen Yi stutters around a bated breath as Boss gears to tell him the one thing Ai Di wanted, like knowing this piece of information might help explain why Ai Di has seemingly sent himself away, from his life, his home, and most importantly, from Chen Yi himself. He waits for it to make sense.

“He wanted out.”

Nothing makes sense.

“Out?” Chen Yi asks, begs, for more information than is currently being provided. His eyes must scream ‘give me more’ because Boss sighs loudly, then calmly places a hand onto Chen Yi’s shoulder.

“The business, Chen Yi. He wanted out so I let him go. So should you. It’s what he wants.”

Words… they’re just words. Words that don’t make sense. Words that can’t make sense. Words Chen Yi refuses to listen to any longer. He forcibly removes Boss’s hand off his shoulder and storms away, but not before hearing Boss’s last words echo in his brain, “you need to let him go, son.”

***

By the time Chen Yi makes it back to his room his whole body aches, his head is spinning, and he’s wound up so tight he feels like throwing up again.

None of this makes any fucking sense.

He paces and paces and paces around his room, kicking his shoes off, flinging his jacket off, and dragging his hand through his already messy hair. He needs to let out his frustration in some way or another so he goes to pick up the nearest heavy item he can find, which just so happens to be a lamp. But as he reaches out to grab it, he spots a piece of paper on his bedside table. It reads: “I’m done having fun with you. Bye!”

It’s Ai Di’s handwriting.

A deep rumbling erupts inside his chest as he lets out the most gut-wrenching wail.

Ai Di is gone. Ai Di wants out. Ai Di is done.

And with nothing but a cheaply written goodbye, Chen Yi’s world crumbles.

#kiseki: dear to me #ai di x chen yi #aidichenyi #kiseki dear to me #fanfic #ficlet #asianlgbtqdramas #asiandramasource #mine

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dyk3medown · 2 years

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could you write some robin angst? i’d prefer a happy ending if you could ❤️

and this request: "Hi! could you write something for robin where maybe the reader likes her but has a crappy boyfriend? thank you!"

can't be wrong to be craving you

robin buckley x reader

summary: your boyfriend is sweet, but robin is the one you crave

warnings: fem!reader, some creepy behavior and minor physical violence, use of a slur, cheating, ANGST, seriously this is not the feel-good hit of the summer, it gets better tho i promise

a/n: this is partially inspired by the song “Kitchen Light” by xana, who i absolutely love. if you want a good lesbian artist to listen to, i really recommend checking her out!!

You’re passed out in Robin’s bed again, clinging onto her like a lifeline in your sleep.

You knocked on her door at two in the morning, swaying slightly in your heels. She could smell the faint scent of pot clinging to your clothes when she let you in. You stumbled into her house and made your way to her room, a routine at this point.

Robin’s gotten used to your late-night visits. You’ve made a habit of driving to her house when you get bored of a party, telling your friends you’re heading home for the night, and when you kiss her, she can always taste the alcohol on your tongue. You don’t run with the same crowds, so you rarely interact with her in public, far too busy with your ‘popular’ friends.

It hurts so fucking bad, but Robin opens the door every time. She loves you too much to turn you away.

You love her too, or at least that’s what you tell her. She’s not sure if she believes you anymore.

“I ended it with him,” you told her, sitting on her bed with her face in your hands. “For good this time.”

Robin wants to believe that’s true, but she’s heard it before. Each time you “break up” with your boyfriend, you swear that’s the end, but within the week, you’re back together, every goddamn time without fail.

You wake her up with soft kisses in the morning, whispering “I love you"s against her skin, promising that what you said last night was true, that you really had broken up. You always whisper it, like you're afraid to say it out loud. You kiss her again before you leave, and she lets herself be convinced that you’re finally hers and hers only.

You really sounded like you meant it this time, which is why it’s so devastating when she walks into school on Monday morning. There you are, laughing with your friends, Josh or Jack or whatever his name is with his arm around you.

She can’t help the broken noise that escapes her as she watches him lean down to kiss you. He has no reason to hide his affection, and god, she hates him for it, hates that he gets to have you in public and never worries if someone is watching.

You spot her in the hall and head towards her, throwing out an excuse to your friends, but she’s already walking away.

“Robin!” You call after her, but she doesn’t turn around.

“Robin!” You walk faster.

You call her name again as you finally catch up with her, grabbing the back of her arm.

She whirls around violently, wrenching her arm from your grasp.

“What,” she spits out harshly.

“Why are you running away?”

Robin shakes her head. “Why does it matter? Don’t you have your boyfriend to keep you company?”

Your face visibly falls at her response, realizing she must have seen you kiss him. “Robin-”

“Save it.” She turns and goes into a bathroom, and to her annoyance, you follow her.

Luckily there’s no one inside, and you lock the door behind you.

“God, just leave me alone!” Robin tries to leave, but you block her from the door.

“Please let me explain!”

“What is there to explain?” Robin snarls. “It’s pretty clear to me, you broke up and now you’re back together. You lied to me, again.”

“Robin, you don’t understand!”

“You’re right, I don’t understand.” Her face is getting visibly red with anger. “I will never understand how you can go back to him like nothing happened, like you don’t tell me you love me.”

“You don’t get it, people expect things from me!” Tears are welling up in your eyes. “They’re always watching. I’m not like you, you’re-”

“What?” she snaps. “A loser?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Well, you were going to.” Robin’s jaw is clenched, nails digging into her palms as the anger bubbles out of her.

“You know, I’d much rather be a loser than some vapid popular bitch who only cares about what other people think. I mean, jesus, do you even realize how you look?”

A tear escapes your eye and trails down your cheek. “Stop it.”

“Do you even like him? Do you even like guys?” You don’t respond, and she scoffs.

“I know you’re used to everything in your life being handed to you, but you don’t get to have everything you want.” Robin pushes past you and unlocks the door. “You don’t get to have me and him at the same time. We’re done.”

It’s over a week before Robin sees you again. She’d been actively avoiding your usual hang-outs and keeping her eyes down in the halls, unwilling to chance an interaction with you.

When she spots you, the first thing she notices is how miserable you look. Dark circles hang under your eyes, visible even through the concealer you had caked on in an attempt to cover them up. Your eyes are red and puffy like you’ve been crying for days.

You feel Robin’s stare and look back at her, quickly training your gaze on the ground as you realize it’s her.

You feel worse than you look. Since you last spoke, you had spent every night crying yourself to sleep, absolutely devastated by your “break-up” with Robin. All of your friends were worried about you, but you couldn’t tell them what was wrong. You knew they’d never understand.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you stare resolutely at the floor, blinking harshly to try to keep them at bay.

Robin is still focused on you, unable to look away. She’s suddenly struck by how much she misses you. She’d done a good job of repressing her emotions, but now, watching you from across the hall looking so obviously distraught, she’s thrown right back into her feelings.

“What is with that girl?” Your boyfriend leans down to ask you. “She won’t stop staring.”

You look up at him, refusing to glance over to see if she’s really still watching. “I don’t know, maybe she’s looking at something behind us.”

There’s nothing but a blank wall behind you two, and your boyfriend shakes his head.

It’s not until the weekend that he mentions it again. It’s Saturday, and you’re back at his place after a party, still pretty buzzed from the night’s festivities.

You regret agreeing to go back with him now as he tries to talk you into hooking up. Honestly, you’ve never enjoyed sex with your boyfriend, usually closing your eyes and thinking of Robin, but now that the thought of her makes you want to die, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to do anything with him at all. Clearly, a week with no sex has been such a hardship for him.

“C’mon baby,” he whines, sounding like a petulant child. “I’m dying over here.”

He grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the crotch of his jeans. You can feel how hard he is, and it genuinely makes you want to gag. You try to move your hand, but he outmatches you in strength and keeps it in place, grip tightening around your wrist until you let out a yelp in pain.

“Stop it, you’re hurting me!” He doesn’t stop, and your swear there will be finger-shaped bruises marking your skin when you look in the morning.

You slap him in the face with your other hand, and he finally lets go, stumbling back in shock. His face quickly morphs from surprise into an expression of anger.

“Baby, please, let’s just go to bed,” you beg, trying to put an end to it.

The corners of his lips curl up in a snarl. “What, you’re not into me anymore? Is that it?”

You shake your head vigorously, but he keeps going.

“Don’t act like you’re not a little whore, I know exactly how many guys you’ve slept with.” His face twists into a cruel smirk. “And maybe girls.”

“What?” Your eyes widen in panic. “I wouldn’t- I would never- I’m not-”

“That freak in the hall the other day, she was fully checking you out.”

You shake your head again, heart pounding as you enter full panic mode.

“Is that why you don’t want to fuck me? Huh? Are you a fucking dyke?”

You gasp. “Fuck. You.” You can hear the tears in your voice, the evidence running down your cheeks.

You whirl around and run out of the room, leaving the house and making it to your car. Your boyfriend is hot on your heels, following you outside.

“Sweetheart, please, I didn’t mean it.” He tugs at the handle of your car door, which you had managed to lock just in time. “Come back inside, baby, you know you want to.”

“I’m done with you.” You spit, voice audible through the closed window. “For good this time.”

You slam the car into reverse, peeling out of his driveway. You can see him try to chase after you as you put it in drive and speed away.

Full-on sobs escape your chest as you drive down the empty streets.

You have no idea where to go or what to do. Your closest friends are probably with their boyfriends right now, and you already told your parents you wouldn’t be home that night.

You don’t even realize you’re driving to Robin’s house until you read the road sign naming the street she lives on.

Hands shaking on the steering wheel, you pull into her driveway. Her parents are once again not home, and you breathe a sigh of relief. At least if it all goes to shit, you won’t have an audience.

The door swings open before you can knock. Robin blinks at you with a straight face, clearly waiting for you to speak. Her expression turns to concern as she takes in your disheveled appearance. Black streaks of mascara run from under your eyes down your cheeks, and your eyes are still a bit teary. Robin’s eyes travel to your wrist, where you’ve cradled it against your body. Just as you suspected, deep purple bruises are starting to appear. You sniffle, and Robin snaps back to the moment, moving aside to let you in.

“Y/N,” Robin says softly as if you were a wild animal she’s trying not to spook. “Are you okay?”

The question sends you over the edge, and you burst into tears once more, backing up against a wall and slumping down onto the ground right in the middle of her entryway.

You bury your face in your hands, muffling your cries. A soft hand touches your arm, and you look to see Robin has joined you on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to get out between sobs. “I shouldn’t have come here, I know you don’t want to see me.”

Robin gently takes your hand, examining your injured wrist. “What happened?”

“I was just- I didn’t want to but he wanted it and-,” you start crying harder.

“Your boyfriend did this to you?” Robin looks like she could kill someone when you nod.

“He- he called me a dyke, he tried to take it back but he said it, said he saw you looking at me.” Robin pulls you into a hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you explain what happened with your now ex-boyfriend.

After a few minutes of crying on her shoulder, you pull back. “I’m sorry, I think I ruined your shirt.”

Sure enough, the shoulder of her white t-shirt is covered in smeared mascara and wet with tears.

“It’s okay,” she reassures you, swiping a stray tear from your cheek with her thumb.

“I’m sorry about everything, actually.” You take a deep breath. “Robin, I don't love him, I've never loved him."

“It’s always been you for me, even if I was terrible at showing it. I love you, even if you never want anything to do with me again, I just wanted you to know.”

Robin just looks at you.

You sigh and pick yourself up off the ground. “I’ll go, I’m sorry.”

You don’t make it two steps towards the door before Robin stops you, spinning you around and pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into her, putting up no resistance as you get what you've been so desperately craving since you were last here.

Robin kisses you like she hasn’t seen you in years, pouring every bit of longing and heartbreak and love into her movements as she grabs your waist and pulls you as close as possible. You kiss her back with just as much passion, trying to communicate without words that you are hers, now and forever.

“Mine,” she mutters between kisses as if reading your mind.

“Yours,” you gasp out, “I’m yours.”

And this time, you truly mean it.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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magic-hcs · 1 year

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Part two of the how the boys react to their s/o’s death after 15 years of being together and if they’ll take a new partner or not. The ‘taking a partner afterwards or not’ is very much just situational and stuff. It’s pretty much not a 100% guarantee. Except for some like crest and Thatch for example.

Part 1 is here

Warmings: angst, death, grief, anger, bad coping mechanisms, pretending to be fine when they aren’t

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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(US)

Sky: Sky’s smile hasn’t been as bright and genuine for a long while now. It doesn’t quite reach his sockets and feels strained to all who know him. His chipper attitude feels forced. And whenever he’s asked, he always replies with the same answer and a big, reassuring (fake) smile:

“I’M FINE.”

No, “IT IS GOING MAGNIFICENT WITH ME.” Or a “COULD BE BETTER, BUT I WON’T LET IT STOP ME.” Not even a simple “I’M DOING GOOD.” Just an “I’M FINE.”

It was obvious Sky was failing at pretending to be fine - which if he puts effort into it, he does a great job at it - and it worried everyone around him. But especially his brother.

Syrup sees how the loss breaks his brother’s soul every day. He sees the pain Sky is in. He sees how his brother refuses to let himself mourn to let himself heal. He sees how he goes around pretending to be fine as he helps everyone around him with their issues, helps everyone except himself. Syrup tries to reach out a hand to his brother, tries to help him, tries to be there for him like how Sky has always been there for him. But Sky refuses every single time. Until one day of Syrup pestering Sky, following him around until he gave in. And giving in Sky did. Syrup had only seen his older brother cry thrice in their entire lives.

The first time; Syrup was just barely in stripes and Sky was still a kid, both just having lost their father.

The second time was a time Syrup wants to forget.

The third time was when the both of them confessed having some sort of knowledge of the resets.

And now, the fourth time, where Sky just breaks down, finally releasing his grief from the cage he had been forcing it in for so long. It is after that day that Sky finally begins to mourn healthily and heal. (With some help from Syrup every now and again when Sky tries to clamp up again.)

It is a big maybe if Sky will ever find a new partner. He won’t be looking for it that is certain.

Syrup: Syrup is soulbroken and needs time to process everything. He isolates himself in his room for a while, only going outside to eat and show his brother that he’s still alive. It isn’t the best nor healthiest coping mechanism, but for Syrup it works. In the time that Syrup isolates himself he often watches videos and pictures of you. Even rereading prior text messages to make it feel as if you’re still near.

Once Syrup leaves his room and doesn’t return to it to hide, he is sorta ready to face the world again. He’s still hurting but he gets through it slowly. Going outside really helped with this. Nature seemed to give him serenity, peace between the storm of pain and grief. There’s a willow tree Syrup often goes to, sitting underneath it or on the branches. It grounds him, it helps him think, and reflect and remember you.

Syrup doesn’t care to find a new partner, if it does happen then that happens.

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(AT)

Raven: To Raven your death will hit him pretty hard. He hadn’t expected it, he didn’t think that there would come an end to you being together. And then, it happened. And Raven is devastated. He had a rough time as he went through the five stages of grief.

Denial: It was slapping him in the face but still Raven couldn’t believe it . It had to be some sick joke or-or a nightmare or something. It couldn’t be true after all, you were meant to stay with him forever. No matter what everyone else said or told him, Raven refused to listen. Reality only really hit him for the first time when he was at your funeral. And Raven felt numb. And once he got home that’s when the anger set in.

Anger: This was the shortest stage for Raven. He cussed out the heavens and fate for playing such a cruel trick on both you and him. He got mad whenever fate or destiny got mentioned in any kind of way. His feathers ruffled and puffing up in agitation and anger. He never destroyed anything, only feeling betrayed by the world.

Bargaining and depression: These two happened at the same time together. It took the longest out of all the stages. Raven locked himself up in his room in solitude. Plagued by the voices whispering inside his mind the questions of ‘what if’, ‘he should have’, ‘if only’ and ‘could have been’. Whenever Crest or someone else tries to get him to open up he’ll attempt to avoid them by flying away. And yes even through an open window. It is only when Crest corners him with no way to escape. Making him open up and go outside again. It’s an unwanted push in the beginning, but one Raven really needed. Slowly he starts to heal again.

Acceptance: Raven visits your grave/ place where your ash was spread out often with your favorite flowers and or plants in hand. Lining the plants up in a gorgeous wreath at that specific place. The wreath will look different every time he visits.

Afterwards, Raven will sit down - it doesn’t matter if it’s dry or wet (after the first time Raven came home wet Crest forced him to take an umbrella with him if it rains.) - in silence. Thinking about many things, what has been, what could have been and the future. Raven hopes you watch over him from wherever you are with a look of pride and love.

Raven won’t get a new partner.

Crest: Crest is quite like Papyrus in this regard. He doesn’t mope about, he wants to honor you and the life you’ve lived. He can’t do that when he’s down in the dumps. Yes he’s hurt, yes he’s grieving, yes, he misses you so much. But it could never be greater than the honor and devotion he has for you. And Crest believes that the greatest respect he could give you is by living his best life. To look forward and honor those who had passed.

Crest will not take a partner. He’s the kind who takes on a soulmate only once.

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(HF)

Rust: The day you left the world was the day the sky shook with a wail filled with heartache and sorrow. The world is unfair, Rust knew of this well. Fate had played cruel tricks on all that he is, on all that he cared for. His soul filled with ache he fulfills your last requests. Rust refuses to let anyone else do it except for himself. He wants to be the last to send you off to your eternal resting place. Rust will be closed off for a long time, tired by it all, however he won’t let life leave him behind like your death would do to Red. Rust’s soul will continue to ache for decades more, but he has learned to survive. Has learned to fight on and continue on.

Rust regularly visits your final resting place to talk to you, to feel like you are watching him, to feel like you’re there with him. Rust won’t take a new partner.

Thatch: You got ripped from him so swiftly. So fast and so sudden. He never got to say goodbye. Left behind broken and in pain. His magic overwhelms his soul, his body and he loses control of it all. Destroying his surroundings until Rust manages to override Thatch’s magic with his own.

To put it simply, Thatch is a wreck. A wreck that pretends he is functional.

He has taken on the same tasks as Charon, he fulfills any unfinished business and last requests you have left behind. All the while there are more times where his magic becomes too strong for him to handle. Sometimes Thatch’s own mind gets too much for him to handle, preventing him from getting anything done. Until Rust finds him and brings him back down to earth.

It is those times where Thatch can’t put up a front to his brother and has to accept the reality of it all. He couldn’t do this on his own, couldn’t get through this alone. It isn’t long until Rust sets his foot down and forces Thatch to accept help. To accept he can’t live like this anymore. Thatch relents and slowly, he finally gets to truly grieve.

Thatch won’t ever take a new partner. He just can’t deal with the pain of possibly losing another mate.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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Trying to wrap my head around my thoughts re: 2012 and Rise, and how they hit my brain, and it’s like...

The things I think these two series are missing/needed to improve on are what the other series did really well? Like, each show would be enhanced by borrowing from the other (an impossibility in one direction due to the linear nature of time, but you get me).

And now I'm going to post about it to hopefully trick my brain into thinking I talked to someone about it so that maybe it'll let me think about anything else.

Uhhh putting a read more because this is mostly just a brain-dump ramble to free my mind from the topic-loop and it got. Long.

Okay, exposing my biases ahead of time: while I very much enjoyed both series, I will admit that Rise appeals more to my personal taste. I do also like 2012! I liked it a lot, it’s just that, you know, I’m easily drawn in by cool 2d animation and anime bullshit, and also Rise’s humor matches mine better, which means it's the one I’m more likely to re-watch. However, that doesn't mean I think Rise is perfect.

Also, for the sake of this rant, we’re going to be ignoring the circumstances surrounding production. Yes, yes, we all know the executives specifically asked for Rise to have a much lighter tone, and that it got cut really short, and that affected how things panned out – but I don’t know enough about 12’s production to compare them fairly on that front. So.

MOVING ON FROM THAT.

Let’s start with ROTTMNT. I love Rise, love a good shenanigan, but... can you really deny that it would have been nice to have a more even split between pure shenanigans and more serious episodes? Even just getting closer to 50/50?

Don’t get me wrong, the shenanigans absolutely have their place and actually contribute to what I like about Rise’s writing (which I will talk about in the 12 section), but the overwhelming amount of them really messes with the pace of the show overall, and with the escalation of tension.

Obviously, you can’t have every episode have the spectacle of an episode like, say Many Unhappy Returns, I'm pretty sure animating that shit's expensive, and early on it’s not like they really know what they’re slowly being dragged into, but... post Shadow of Evil, you’d kind of like them to acknowledge the stakes more, right? And even before the turtles themselves know, you’d like the slow build that only the audience is getting to be a bit more consistent, right?

You’d like the weaving together of the plot and character arcs episode-to-episode to just be a bit more well-thought out... wouldn’t you?

And that is what TMNT 12 is good at.

I personally think 12 peaked in season 2 (I was so engaged with that season, the buildup was phenomenal), but throughout the entire series it is obvious just how much effort they are putting into developing these interweaving plots, and it pays off. Every episode is a self-contained story, true, but even from season 1 you can see how even the most one-off episode is putting at least one thing into the Rube Goldberg machine that’s going to go off at the end of the season. It honestly impressed me how they balanced “you can watch any episode on its own because tv has re-runs" and “every episode leads into the next until everything blows up”.

The end of season 2, when the tension they've been ratcheting up inch by inch nearly every episode finally releases, and all the dominoes start falling and danger is coming from every direction? Mwah. Stellar. Like, devastating cliff-hanger of an ending, but also the satisfaction of seeing it all fall apart? It's gripping.

Also, they acknowledge the stakes. 12 is obviously going for a much more serious tone, and covers some heavier topics like revenge, obsession, healing, ect (in a kind of surface level way for young kids, yes, but this is a nickelodeon toy-selling series. Genre and intended audience matters). I may not always agree with the answers they come to, but they are trying! As opposed to Rise where the enemies feel... kind of out-of-sight, out-of-mind, in 12 the Shredder, and occasionally the Kraang, are a constant threat that they are always aware of.

While the setup is different (12!Shredder wants them dead specifically, whereas the Rise boys don’t really know what the Shredder will want other than mass destruction when the armor is complete), you kind of feel like the danger could have maybe been a little more acknowledged in Rise.

And like... the move into season 2 had them getting the Shredder armor "contained", which they used to go so far backwards on stakes which is... I mean, there were other choices they could have made.

You can argue that many shows reset the stakes when you beat the season boss at the end, but... Rise specifically went straight back to "straight shenanigans with little awareness of the outside world", repeating the "occasionally things are happening to build up to the end outside the turtle's awareness" and it's. It's a pacing and escalation, issue, again. And yes, we got some of my favorite episodes out of season 2! Season 2 had some good episodes! But also... I would have liked the stakes to progress just a bit?

When you finally had such a huge shift in the plot, and then suddenly you go ALL the way back down the where you started in stakes and tone it can be a bit... jarring. It's a pacing and escalation issue, again.

Also, if we’re going a bit more abstract, Rise could have had more serious episodes relating to their main theme/focus.

2012 was obviously focusing on their plot, and specifically the history between Splinter and Shredder, and the concepts of revenge and obsession. And it came up a lot! It was threaded through the majority of the episodes. I might not always personally agree with the conclusions they came to, but I can’t deny they treated it with gravitas.

Rise seemed to be focusing on family bonds and family baggage. And it's woven into a lot of the silliness. And there are also some episodes that address it seriously! And they’re GOOD! But, uh – there could definitely have been more. Especially for the Splinter-children relationships.

They went with a very risky play for Splinter and his arc, and while I personally liked the shape of it, I can understand the people who take a very negative interpretation of this Splinter because there were not enough episodes dealing with reconciling his relationship with his kids. They made a point to show that things were strained, made the theme family bonding, and then... didn’t put in enough episodes to finish off their main theme.

Don’t get me wrong, what Rise does have for their characters is very, very good. Again, I’ll be talking about it in the 2012 section. It’s just... the pacing of it all.

So, what I think Rise needed is what 2012 excelled at – pacing and interweaving of the plot, proper escalation of stakes, and time spent highlighting their main theme in more serious episodes.

Now, the other half of the equation: 2012.

I mentioned earlier that 2012 was going for a more serious tone, and that it was focused on the plot. And they did it well! It paid off! I just maybe, personally, think that came at the cost of the character writing.

It’s not that it’s bad. They’ve got a strong sense of character voice for their main cast. It’s just that when you go anywhere beyond that it’s really... average for a kid's cartoon, and when compared to the obvious effort they went to when weaving together the plot it sticks out. Of course, authors are allowed to lean into plot-based narrative over character-based, and this might just be personal taste again, but...

I’m going to put in a reminder that everything in this rant is based on how the writing hit my brain specifically. Different people will experience the same story differently, yes? Yes.

That being said, the character writing for 2012 hit me weird. There were “character episodes” in between the plot ones, yes, but they didn’t feel... connected? If the pacing of the plot in Rise felt weird and disjointed, the character arcs, if I could find them in 12, felt the same way. It’s like they would drop in a really interesting nugget for a character into a single episode, and I’d be excited to see where it went – and then it would either be shoved way in the background from there on out, or dropped completely. It often left me feeling like I’d missed a step going down the stairs, when I expected them to start working on a character arc and they just went back to the status quo. That’s not uncommon for a kids show, but... they put so much more effort into the intricacies of the plot!

What ended up feeling missing was a development of the characters from an internal perspective. That is, hm.

I mentioned earlier that there were narrative benefits to the shenanigan structure of Rise. The first half of this is because it lives and dies by its characters. They can’t depend on an engaging plot to capture your interest long-term, because the plot is only in select episodes, so by god you better be attached to these characters. While part of the humor is, yes, the situations they get into, the other part is the character dynamics – both the friction between them, but also the positive synergy between them. That’s not to say 2012 doesn’t have character interactions – they've got their banter – it's just that it doesn’t have to carry the episode the way it does in Rise.

The other half of the narrative benefits is that more episodes can be motivated by the character’s internal desires, rather than external forces. Stepping outside of TMNT to reference everyone’s favorite cartoon, Avatar, for every, say, Avatar Roku, you’ve gotta have a The Waterbending Scroll.

2012 is largely driven by its plot – which is a good plot! But what felt like, eh, 90% of the time? Everything that’s happening is motivated by what the antagonists are doing – the Kraang/Purple Dragons/Foot are doing this bad thing, or coming after us, and we have to stop them, because we’re the good guys/they’ll kill us if we don’t. Not bad, objectively, it certainly raises stakes! But also, it doesn’t really let us in on, like, the character’s internal world or what they want.

With Rise’s shenanigans...

Origami Tsunami happens because the boys got a taste of fighting and want to chase that high. Shell in a Cell happens because Raph loves wrestling, his brothers seem to like it well enough or otherwise want to hang out/humor him, and Leo is feeding his ego/fighting his insecurities. Repo Mantis is because Donnie and Mikey were hanging out while Donnie collected resources(?), saw something they wanted, and went balls to the walls to acquire it. The Purple Jacket happens because Donnie wanted to experience toxic academia and fashion. I could go on.

My point is Rise leaves more space for the episodes to be internally motivated, and that ends up telling us a lot about their characters! What did they want? How did they specifically go about trying to get it? Did they involve others? Who did they involve? It adds depth to them, even in the silly goofy show!

There is also one specific writing trick Rise uses which I wish could go back in time and be implemented into 2012, and that is: “line played for laughs in one episode” > “oh wait they were serious”.

I’m talking the “my first positive reinforcement from a parent-aged adult. EVER.” to Turtle-dega Nights pipeline. Minotaur Maze to Many Unhappy Returns for Leo. Arguably Pizza Puffs to the series finale for Raph, if you follow me. Reparin’ the Baron to Hidden City’s Most Wanted.

Even in the jokes, the throw-away lines, Rise is exposing what makes the characters tick. And then when it hits, it hits. This is why, while the Rise arcs are kind of incomplete, the writing still feels more consistent to me and I find it easier to see the intended arc they were going for.

And I so so so wish 2012 had that kind of thing, or ANY more focus put on character development, because, not to harp on this again, but they’ll drop in this one really interesting line or action from a character in a single episode focusing on them, then never mention it again or develop on the concept, and it kind of makes me feral because, like -

I want to gather up all these weird little scraps they give about these characters and pin them up conspiracy-board style and go: why didn’t we get a plot line about this? Or this? Did you notice how a lot of the time Raph is pushing for more action against their enemies, he brings up that they’re out there hurting more people? And that could indicate a unique empathy for the victims, which would have been an interesting expansion on the vengeance theme of the showing, looking at justice v vengeance when ti comes to people without the ability to fight back? Leo has a lot of tension between wanting to be a good leader and wanting the freedom to make impulsive choices and chase what he wants, which is interesting when you also look at moments we see with his two role models the sci-fi hero (who is kind of an asshole) and Splinter (who, while wise, has baggage that sometimes affects his decisions), and it feels like somewhere between all that there could have been an expanded storyline that actually resolved that tension between responsibility and personal desire that would have lead to his own version of leadership? What about getting a focus on the few lines Donnie gives about his insecurities/stress re: his scientific abilities/role, rather than dragging him into his extremely bland romantic b-plot? Can we address the weird way Mikey did chemistry magic two or three times but it’s never brought up outside that, or that one line by the anger-persona in his mind explicitly saying he tries to repress his anger because he doesn’t like the way it feels, or, or -

Why do they keep dropping these really interesting inciting incidents for character arcs and then not going anywhere with them I am losing my mind I am shaking the writers why do you keep teasing me like this -

Ahem.

Additionally... well, I mentioned above that Rise has a main theme of family bonds, where... 2012 kind of struggled to convince me of any relationship. Or, no, that sounds harsher than what I really mean.

I also want to clarify that I am not saying I think they dislike or don't care about each other, or any of the extremely negative takes I’ve seen thrown at the 12 characters dynamics. That’s not it at all. It’s just that they all felt... very surface level? Sometimes it felt like the show wanted you to just accept that the characters were close without putting in the work to really show it. And definitely not to explore it in depth. (And I know, I know, I know! It’s a Nick kids show! But! They put so much effort into the plot!)

Again, I think this is affected by the lower usage of internal motivation for episodes. Characters doing things because they want them, then seeing how those different desires interact, gives you a better view of their relationships than just seeing a team work together because they have a common enemy.

Again, it’s not that 2012 never does this. We see glimpses of them playing around – competing to do flips when running the city, watching their tv shows, playing pinball (was it pinball? Or an arcade game?). It’s just that the emphasis on the plot (not an objectively bad thing!) leaves less room for episodes based on them just... doing things together, because they want to. And less room for engaging in personalized interests together, rather than separately, and seeing how that plays out.

I think I’m devolving into senseless rambling at this point, so to sum up:

2012’s emphasis on plot – which it generally excels at! – leaves less room for exploring stories based on internal motivations, which I find necessary for consistent character arcs or relationship development and are the elements Rise kind of lives on when its plot is running thin.

Hopefully none of this is taken as an attack on/dislike for either iteration. I like them both! It’s just they both drive me a little bit crazy with what could have been!

Of course, this is all down to personal taste and interpretation. I am fairly aware of my biases, I think. I am very much attracted to character-driven narratives, and even in plot-based ones I have a tendency to care more about the character implications than the plot itself. There’s a reason Days (the oops all character writing game) is my favorite Kingdom Hearts story!

(I do, also, really, really like anime bullshit, so do with that what you will.)

I am also aware that I binge-watched this series as an adult years after it ended, and that combination of factors may affect my reception. (Admittedly I did that for both series, but). Your experience might be very, very different, but I’m trying to understand the way these two shows are hitting my brain.

Thinking it over also gives me a hypothesis (which other people have probably already figured out) of why certain people are drawn to one series of the other: 2012 probably appeals more to people who are engaged by continuous, interconnected plots and careful pacing in a story, while Rise probably appeals to people who are more engaged by pure character pieces (and anime bullshit).

#maybe if I get this out of my head #my brain will clear and I can finally get back to work on my kh fic #I've got less than 10 chapters left to draft but turtles Will Not Leave Me Alone!#rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #yza talks about a thing #not posting this mean my brain continues to spin in circles as the thoughts are trapped...#but contemplating posting all these opinions is making me queasy...#fuck it post it and immediately walk away #like you do with scary work emails #go straight to bed do not pass go do not collect your anxiety #tmnt

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ok danger days analysis. this starts with bulletproof heart because i was super feral about it and couldn’t wait until after look alive sunshine and nanana.

bulletproof heart. “too much talking with a laser blade” it isn’t about using violence as a form of diplomacy. it’s not that at all. it’s the opposite. there’s too much talking with weapons instead of words. insert that astronaut meme “it’s all anti-war?” “always has been”

sing. “sing it till you’re not / singing out for the ones that’ll hate your guts” well fuck okay. if that ain’t something that they sure as hell r living up to now.

planetary (go!). it’s saying, let’s fucking get out of here! “this is a letter / my word / is the beretta / the sound of my vendetta / against the ones that planned it”

the only hope for me is you. well. this is just. a letter to queer youth. it’s no accident that it’s right after planetary (go!) on the album. it starts with “remember me” and invoking imagery of nostalgia and shared history, then the fucking amazing lyrics “and if we can’t find where we belong / we’ll have to make it on our own / face all the pain and take it on / because the only hope for me / is you alone”

jet star and the cobra kid / traffic report. and then jet star and the cobra kid fucking die so. hello narrative foreshadowing

party poison. anygays this one is very interesting tbh it needs a whole analysis of its own. for this purpose tho it basically is the turning point in terms of like, no longer being able to safely play along with society even if you wanted to

save yourself, i’ll hold them back. the first fucking lyric: “right now, i hope you’re ready for a firefight / ’cause the devil’s got your number tonight / they say! we’re never leaving this place alive / but if you sing these words we’ll never die”

the “they” is evidently jet star and the kobra kid, which just. ough sobbing rn. but the interesting part is the first half, basically like, yeah this is about to boil over, i hope you’re ready.

“for all of us who’ve seen the light / salute the dead and lead the fight / hail hail! / who gives a damn if we lose the war? / let the walls come down / let the engines roar!” so these lyrics are linked ofc. “salute the dead” -> “hail hail!” and then “lead the fight” -> “who gives a damn if we lose the war? / let the walls come down / let the engines roar!”

so yknow. it’s about being okay with losing the war. as long as you lived life to the fullest. who cares what happens in the end as long as you live on the way to it?

“be a burning star if it takes all night” the night in the desert is when you’re safe from the sunlight that kills you. well you gotta leave your mark somehow! be a burning star, even though you gotta spend all that safe time getting there.

“i’ll tell you all how the story ends / where the good guys die and the bad guys win / who cares!” it doesn’t fucking matter what the ending is! we’re doomed to die but that doesn’t mean the story is lost! even if they win, that isn’t the point of the story. the outcome is irrelevant, what matters is the legacy you leave behind. the graffiti they write on your grave. i’ll hold them back so you can leave a mark on the world before we go. i can give you tonight, make it count, leave behind a memory of who you really were. be broken glass when the sun rises on the empty space we fled from.

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w. now this song is talking to a child, coaxing them into shelter before the bomb hits, knowing that when society falls it’ll be devastating no matter how terrible that society was. of course s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w is like an actual BLI thing that is a very real threat in the zones and you have to hide from it, and they come out during the day in the sunlight, but you still gotta move yourself when that sunlight of BLI’s presence is gone, because if BLI dies then that means something worse is on its way. and not even love is enough to stop that from coming. no matter how strong or defiant or queer that love is, it won’t be enough. you have to run.

#yeah this was actually just a ‘‘contextualizing save yourself ill hold them back’’ analysis sorry. its still so feral tho #mcr #danger days #ddttlotfk #lyric meta #lyric analysis #angelofmusings lives up to their url

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kirchefuchs · 11 months

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so remember

t h i s post

I recently overcame it while scrolling down your blog (I totally wasn't looking for some of my old ideas to bring back to life pfffffff totally) and I just had a thought

What if we switched the roles?

The Narrator — aka, Pollux — has the Lovebug virus and Stanley is completely normal. The same thing that happened in the post happens in this too, but with the roles switched, I can't help but feel like it hits harder (especially considering your AU)

(I love your AU ok it's so creative)

If you acknowledge that Stanley basically did everything in his power to make Pollux sentient, wouldn't that mean that him losing the very thing keeping him that way to be a great loss? All that work, down the drain, in one fell swoop — and Stanley didn't even get to say goodbye.

Imagine the devastation he felt — the overwhelming guilt, and he won't even be punished for it. Imagine having to accept that all of your work is just, gone. No countdown. No "3, 2, 1." It's gone. Imagine going through the worst depression of your life while the only one who was there for you doesn't even understand anymore. Imagine having to live through what Pollux once was without him even knowing that his whole being was permanently reset.

And the worst part was that Stanley loved him back.

Imagine the only person you've ever been with to fade away in the blink of an eye. Imagine that certain person not even being in their normal state at the time — Pollux was infected by the Lovebug virus, after all.

And imagine his last words being I love you.

Imagine having to look back at those memories and realize just how stupid you were being by lashing out. Imagine being Stanley, whose last and only memory of the man he loved being one where he isn't even himself.

Imagine being Stanley, where your story ends in a hiatus.

And in the end, there was nothing true to finish the narrative.

There's no goodbye

only a scripted confession.

anyway have a nice day and I hope you enjoy your new brainrot which I totally won't joining you in hahshdhdhgd!!

— 🅰️non || 06/13/2023

I'm fine. I'm normal about this.

Anyways.... I'd like to give you some advice if you do want to join me in my Trigun phase.

I am currently in the process of reading the manga, but I have watched both anime series and the movie. So here's what I recomend.

I don't think it super matters is your read the manga first or anything, but it is important that you watch the 1998 Trigun anime before you watch Trigun Stampede (2023). The movie takes place somewhere in the middle of the 1998 anime so you can watch it after the anime if you want or halfway though, it doesn't matter.

The order I went with was pretty much this. I've just started the manga.

Trigun 1998 (show)

Trigun: Badlands Rumble (movie)

Trigun Stampede (show)

Trigun (manga)

Trigun Maximum (manga)

Warning: while this fandom does seem silly goofy (which I'm not saying it isn't silly goofy. It is very silly goofy, however) it will make you cry. The further you get in the sadder it gets. Vash needs a break, therapy, and some donuts. So, there's that warning.

As for where to watch and read it, I used zoro.to to watch both shows and the movie and am using trigunmanga.com to read the manga. The legality of it all is pretty ehhhh, but I don't really have the money buy physical copies of the manga even though I really want to.

Hope this helps! Imma go die from the brain damage Trigun and The Stanley Parable have inflicted upon me ♡

#tspud #the stanley parable #tsp #ask #kirche rambles #🅰️non #i dont think i should put this under the trigun tag #so i wont

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Hello! I'm one of your fan readers in AO3. I hope you're having a nice weekend! I recently read Agua Caliente again and it was so good. Thank you for the wonderful fic!

I hope this won't bother you or make you feel uncomfortable in any way, but what I'd like to ask contains trigger warnings including suicide. You can always skip this ask if you do not wish to answer this.

If you don't mind me asking, what do you think would have happened if Achilles' suicide attempt had been "successful" and how that would have affected Patroclus? Do you think Patroclus would eventually come to know about it? And if he did, what do you think would happen? I hope I'm not being rude or making you feel uncomfortable asking this, and I'm really sorry if I am. As mentioned, you can always just choose not to answer. Have a nice day! Thanks.

Ah, what a sad question.

If Achilles had died prior to Agua Caliente, I don't think anyone in his family would have informed Patroclus. It's possible Achilles would have had a will and would have left something to him, at which point he would have been notified, but given that Achilles has kids, leaving everything to them makes more sense. Anything he'd want to leave Pat would have been sentimental, and after Pat left, I don't think he would have burdened him with that. Moreover, what are the odds that the executor of Achilles' will would actually follow through with anything regarding Patroclus?

By the end of Patroclus's tenure in LA, he was deeply depressed and isolated and basically had let all of his friendships die. I imagine it took some time for him to come out of that and start rekindling old friendships and making new ones. He most likely would not have started with friends who were also close to Achilles, so then the question would be if any of those old friends knew what happened. Hard to say. I suppose it depends on how big of a spectacle his funeral was, and given Deidamia had already left Achilles at that point, it probably wouldn't have been very big. But maybe Thetis would have gone all out as a grieving mother.

I imagine in therapy Patroclus had a hefty dose of the phrase, "Don't set yourself on fire to keep somebody else warm." Still, if he learned within a year of Achilles' death what had happened, I think the guilt would have been pretty devastating for him. He'd told himself there was nothing he could do, that this is the outcome he expected, but I still think it would have hit him like a truck. At the same time, I think there would have been some sort of perverse relief that there was no chance for him to backslide and return to that relationship, and he would have felt guilty all over again for having that thought.

Deaths are a matter of public record, so if he hadn't been told by someone else, I could imagine him one day years later looking up Achilles to see what happened to him and finding his obit. For suicides and drug overdoses, obits pretty much never include the cause of death, so he'd probably assume it was alcohol-related. It would probably send him into a tailspin for a while, but I could imagine him being the only person to leave flowers on Achilles' grave every year (or maybe the boys do, too, depending on what story their mom/grandparents landed on to explain it). It probably wouldn't be on the anniversary of his death, though, but something more important to them as a couple/friends.

Assuming it was that specific attempt that led to Achilles' death, seeing the date of it also would have completely fucked Pat up--it was his birthday. Achilles definitely would have ruined the concept of birthdays for the rest of Pat's life. In AC, he never tells him the specific date, and Pat never thinks to ask, so at least there is that. Chiron can have his way about Achilles making some sort of new ritual that day--celebrating Pat's birthday and keeping his mouth fucking shut.

Regardless, Patroclus would have survived the news. It would have sucked and for a while, but how long he spent miserable would really depend on how soon he learned about it. Five years out? I think he would have mostly been okay until he learned when it happened--so soon after he left. I think he would have felt complicit in his death, though admittedly not as complicit as he felt when Achilles survived.

Leaving Achilles had already left an enormous hole in his life. Functionally, Achilles was already dead to him because Patroclus had no intention of ever seeing him again. Moreover, Achilles had changed so much during that time before he left that the man Patroclus missed didn't really exist anymore as far as he could tell. That's one of the reasons he ends up freaking the fuck out in AC--he didn't just leave Achilles for dead, he'd assumed that in many ways he already was dead--irretrievably different and lost to him. Achilles dying would have been the completion of a process he assumed was inevitable, sad but predictable. Achilles healing means he could have done something earlier to help him and that abandoning him was the wrong choice. He gave up without really trying because for seven years he couldn't get himself to rock the boat of their fucked up relationship.

#suicide mention #death mention #I could also imagine if Pat ever did come into some money #him donating to the various parks they used to visit in Achilles' name #sitting out there and focusing on the guy who loved the desert and not the rest of it #I suppose dead or alive Patroclus was going to be haunted by him anyway #but I think he would have been okay

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Ahhhh.. just played the War of Mt Oe again and now I extra sad about Yorimitsu/Onikiri (tho Yorimitsu still be a dick)... so can I request yandere!Onikiri falling for yandere!Yorimitsu's darling? Like, Yorimitsu prob bought darling from her family (into marriage or otherwise) and Onikiri fell for his master's wife? And how that pans out after Onikiri finds out about what Yorimitsu did to him? Love <3

I left it half way through for almost a year lmao i finished it before writing the request so i can be more accurate but yeah im with you on this it left me devastated and Yorimitsu makes me want to kick him so bad

I may have gotten a bit carried away when writing this, and to be honest I could write a lengthy fic with this if anyone is interested because I would like to go into even more detail lol

Also the S/O's pronouns are she/her for this one!

Onikiri falling for Yorimitsu's S/O (Yandere)

Ever since her arrival, she looked absolutely miserable. It was clear she did not want to be with Yorimitsu and if it hadn't been for the fact that he bought her, she wouldn't have been here. But unfortunately her fate was to become his wife. And to make matters worse, Yorimitsu was quite possessive over them so much so that he preferred to keep her hidden so no other man would dare to look at his wife except for the instances that it was obligatory for her to be seen in public with Yorimitsu. Except for the exception of Onikiri who had been tasked to watch over her and protect her whenever Yorimitsu was away.

In the beginning he did as he was tasked and barely spoke to his master's wife, but as time passed they both grew closer. So much so that Onikiri became her only friend and confidant. During one of the occasions when Yorimitsu was away, she confided in him that she was absolutely miserable living with Yorimitsu and wished she wasn't his wife. She also told him that he meant a lot to her and he was the only one he trusted in this clan and made her feel safe.

That was when Onikiri's gears started turning, from the moment she had arrived he had seen her as his master's wife and his good friend. But he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he envied his master. Since for the first time Yorimitsu had something he wanted, and what irritates him the most is that he could treat his master's wife better. Though for now he would keep these thoughts to himself.

As time went on, the pair grew closer and she further confided in him that she felt like Yorimitsu was obsessed with her and that she feared him at times. She then added that she wished to experience true and genuine love and that she wished to live far away from the Minamoto clan and to be in peace. She had also jokingly mentioned that if he could go live with her it would be even better.

That's when his feelings intensified, but Onikiri was absolutely mortified since he couldn't bear betraying his master or even worse that due to his selfish feelings, she would end up getting hurt or taken away from him. And he couldn't bear to be separated from her. But for now, he had to keep doing his duties despite many feelings brewing inside of him. In one hand he felt respect, loyalty and gratitude towards Yorimitsu, and in the other his feelings of envy and jealousy were intensifying, as well as new feelings of resentment and helplessness started to manifest since he felt that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place but he deeply wanted to help his beloved to be free as she deserves and to relish that freedom with her.

During the time when the those feelings hit a breaking point was around the same time he regained his memories. Onikiri was in an absolute rage. Though Yorimitsu had already taken preventive measures in terms of keeping his wife "safe". Yorimitsu had already prepared plans in case a situation like this ever happened and had ordered his men to take his wife to an undisclosed location as far away from the clan as possible and to keep her under heavy supervision to ensure that no one dares to take her, especially Onikiri.

Once Onikiri made his way through Yorimitsu's army, his next goal was to take what was rightfully his and take her back to live with him anywhere she chose. Now it was the perfect time to free her, Onikiri thought to himself. It would be a big blow to Yorimitsu's ego and his influence. And as he approached to where Yorimitsu usually kept his S/O hidden he imagined his future with her, as it was now what breathed new hope and life into him. But once he opened the door, he was greeted with an unfamiliar silence, as his beloved was nowhere to be found. Onikiri scoured the entire place and found that most of her belonging were gone, and the remaining things were scattered as if everything was done in a hurry. This infuriated Onikiri even more since Yorimitsu had the audacity of hiding her somewhere else. Then he went though every single building of the clan, searching for her and when he couldn't find her anywhere his rage grew.

But for now he would face Yorimitsu first and then continue searching for her once he is done handling the bastard of a man he once respected and looked up to. The fight between the two was intense, and in the end Yorimitsu still refused to reveal where was keeping her captive. Despite this Onikiri kept demanding for the location, to which Yorimitsu asked about his insistence on finding her.

That's when Onikiri finally allowed himself to accept the intense feeling that were brewing in him, and like a volcano his mouth erupted all that he felt for her and the hatred he felt for Yorimitsu. Onikiri also said to Yorimitsu he would find her regardless and take her away and treat her right and that he would be a far better lover than Yorimitsu ever could. He then remarked that she trusted him more than her husband. At this point Onikiri had the idea that she loved him and not Yorimitsu, but in reality she just wanted to be his friend.

Once he was done with Yorimitsu, Onikiri went to interrogate some of Yorimitsu's servants, demanding them to reveal where she was, and the servants fearing for their lives told him where she was being kept. He didn't even hesitate and went to rescue her. The trip was a long one having been hidden far away from the clan, but with each step his heart filled with even more hope on having a peaceful life with his beloved. He would keep her as far away from anyone, she wouldn't need to rely on anyone but him and they would both be very happy. Thoughts like these kept him going day and night without resting. And once he got there he didn't even break a sweat taking down the countless guards that kept her imprisoned.

Finally, Onikiri felt that he had earned a well deserved reward and now it was time to relish the love she had to offer and once he was face to face with her, Onikiri finally confessed his feelings towards her. Eagerly he waited that she would feel the same way as him, but unfortunately it wasn't the case and Onikiri was devastated. After all he went through, and after all he did for her, the woman he adores didn't feel the same way. But Onikiri wasn't discouraged though, he assumed it was because she was scared that Yorimitsu would somehow hurt Onikiri if she told the truth. He assured her Yorimitsu would never bother her again and that he would keep her safe.

He then carried her in his arms, promising her a new life away from everyone and anyone that could bother them. Though despite her constant protests and claims that she did not love him, Onikiri assured her that she did in fact love him and that she could be honest now that Yorimitsu would not be with her anymore. And now they would start their new life together full of peace and joy like they both wanted.

#onmyoji #onikiri onmyoji #tw yandere #oof it was a big one #anyways i was going to add more but for the sake of these being headcanons i kept it as short as possible #but if you guys want a fic i will be adding a scene where Yorimitsu goes to take back his wife and Onikiri and Yorimitsu fight once more #and maybe S/O tries to escape them both and who knows what might happen next!#oh yeah also didnt proof read this so lmk of any errors

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Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 29

Lesaro and Santos help a numb and emotionless Salazar aboard the Silent Mary as Poseidon’s Tomb falls close in crashing waves and sea foam. Even the ship’s curse has been broken, and most parts restored to their former glory.

But the atmosphere is dead, just like the Capitán ’s soul.

Magda, who’s been at the wheel all this time, hands it to one of the officers and quickly descends the helm to see the look of joy on his fellow officers’ faces. He’s been so happy when he felt it skin regain color and feeling, overjoyed to smell and taste the salt in the air. He and the few officers that followed him at Samira’s command, celebrated on their own while the others were still at the bottom of the ocean.

However, he pauses at the quarterdeck when he notices the ashen expressions of Lesaro, Santos, and the others. Surely, they should have more color in their faces, no? He almost checks his hands just to make double certain that the curse it broken.

When he approaches them, he’s perplexed to find them…grieving?

What did he miss?

It hits him like the hilt of a sword to the back of his skull. Searching their faces for one in particular, he feels cold dread creeping down his spine. “Where is the señorita?” When no one answers immediately, he grabs Moss by his collar and almost shouts, “Where is Samira?”

Lesaro looks between Magda and Armando, expecting the latter to share the devasting news with the rest of the crew. But his Capitán just sits there, face passive, but eyes empty of emotion. Lesaro isn’t even certain if Armando heard what Magda said.

So, he takes it upon himself to fill everyone in. “Samira, she sacrificed herself so we can live. She is…” he can’t bring himself to say it as a knot form in his throat.

But those who didn’t see her get crushed by the waves, heard enough to know what happened. Magda’s expression darkens as he feels a sinking feeling weigh him down. He had to sit to process the tiding.

“No,” he shakes his head, unable to accept it, “No, she’s not dead. She cannot be. The ocean will bring her back like it did before. It will bring her back…”

“Mi amigo,” Moss takes a seat next to him, placing a sincere hand on his shoulder, “she’s not coming back. When she broke the Trident, it took away her power. I’m sorry.”

That’s all it takes for Santos to back up and retreat to the forecastle deck, wanting nothing more than to be alone, to grieve alone.

Lesaro looks about the Mary, conflicted. As the second in command, a Lieutenant, he knows duty comes before personal matters. Looking at his fellow officers, he feels he needs to give them a motivational speech to lift their spirits. And while the Capitán is not himself, he needs to give the orders so they can set sail.

But alas, Lesaro can’t find it in himself to do either of that. He needs time to grieve. He might not have loved Samira in the way the Capitán did, but he cared for her just as much. She brought out the good in him, and oh, how he longed to feel that after twenty-five years.

Now she’s gone, gave up her life for theirs.

The Lieutenant slowly approaches Salazar and joins him on the deck. He knows he needs to handle this matter delicately to prevent any raging outburst.

“The señorita’s sacrifice was honorable, mi amigo. She achieved what she set out to do; setting us free.”

“But this wasn’t how it’s supposed to end,” Armando mutters darkly. “She should be here. She would’ve been here if I wasn’t so blinded by revenge, if I didn’t go after the Sparrow –”

“Blaming yourself won’t make the pain go away.” Lesaro places a steady hand on his Capitán ’s shoulder. “The only way to live with it, is for her sacrifice not to be in vain. Perhaps it is time to let the past go.”

“You mean the Sparrow?” He can’t even imagine a world where killing Jack is not on his to-do list. How is he supposed to just let a twenty-five-year plan go to waste? “That pirate took everything from me, and now, he’s taken her!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, amigo,” the Lieutenant almost whispers, “Sparrow might have been responsible for trapping us in the Triangle, but he isn’t responsible for Samira’s fate. From the beginning, her goal was to set us free, and now she has achieved that. Let us not dwell in the past but instead honor her memory and return to Spain. I know she wanted that for us… and for you.”

Armando knows Lesaro is right – he is always right. Samira wanted them to return to Spain to see what is left of their former lives there. He wanted nothing more than to take her with him and settle down in that estate he always dreamt of.

But considering how close he feels to being dead again, he can’t even think about it. How does he move on after this, after her? For a moment he had everything, and now it’s all gone again.

A new sort of rage stirs within him, an emotion he identifies as anguish. There is nothing he can do about it. He can sink a million ships, kill a billion pirates, but nothing will bring her back. He feels helpless and…empty. And that is his worst fear come true.

Armando has remained so long on one spot; his legs have gone numb. But when the looming shadow of a ship cast over the deck of the Mary, he slowly looks up at the row of faces staring at them from across the water.

Pirates.

He sees the boy – Samira’s friend – among them, searching the Mary for her. And then there’s the person he hated the most, making himself small behind his crew in hopes he won’t be seen.

But Armando can’t care less about Jack Sparrow anymore. Yes, he still wants to see him dead, but he’d rather see Samira alive.

“Where is she?” the boy, Henry he remembers his name was, calls to them. “Where is Samira?”

It seems he already suspects the answer to that question, given the grieving looks on the Spanish crew’s faces. But he needs to hear it to accept it.

Standing up from the deck, Armando numbly approaches the rail to hold onto it, not trusting his legs to stand. Tilting his chin, he looks only at the boy and shakes his head.

It’s like watching an invisible man punching the boy in the gut. He’s floored, stumbling backward until the girl at his side steadies him. His face is blank of emotion, but his eyes betray the grief he’s struck with.

Armando knows the boy was like family to Samira. He feels he should say something but can’t for the life of him form any words. So instead, he turns to the bane of his existence and says in a voice dripping with venom, “Consider yourself lucky, Jack. Today, you will live to tell the tale. I will not pursue you further. But if I see your ship on the horizon, if we ever cross paths again, I will attack, I will run my blade across your neck, and I will watch the sharks tear your crew apart piece…by…piece. Now go. VAMOS!”

Jack literally bolts for the wheel to sail away from the Mary as far as he can possibly go. Armando watches the pirate vessel depart, eyes lingering on the boy a moment longer, who hasn’t move since receiving the news.

He could’ve ordered the crew to board the ship and kill at the pirates. He could’ve had his revenge on Jack. But unless it brought Samira back, it made no difference.

Only when the ship is too far for him to see the people on it, does he lose composure and slouch down the rail.

“That was an honorable thing to do, amigo,” Lesaro says behind him, “Samira would –”

“Please,” he cuts him off, and the Lieutenant blinks at the crack in his Capitán ’s voice. Is he…

Understanding that Salazar only wants to be alone now, he nods and says, “I…will order the men to set course then.”

“No, just…” A ragged, shaky breath, and he continues, “…let’s set sail tomorrow.”

He just wants to stay here a bit longer, hoping for the ocean to wash ashore the precious life it claimed. Only once, he wants to hold Samira in his arms before letting her go. Only once, he wants to see her face before returning her to eternal depths of the sea, where she can finally become one with its wonders.

#armando salazar #armando #salazar #pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #potc #dmtnt #jack sparrow #henry turner

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FFXIV Write - Day 10 - Channel

Raehn remembers when Dalmasca was free. He remembers losing his parents when Garlemald invaded, remembers watching his home and his people be subjugated. He remembers believing in a better future, fighting for it...and he remembers his brother paying for it with his life. While the Empire may be a faceless enemy, there is one towards whom he holds a particular grudge: The Witch of Dalmasca. The one who executed his brother and drove him from his home.

When the Warrior of Light assembles a party to storm Castrum Meridianum, intending on facing the tribunus, he is only too happy to accept the offer she extends him.

Raehn had let his rage get the better of him. He should have known better, for he knew their enemy better than most. Mayhap she had cleaned her armor since last they had met, but he saw the blood that stained it all the same.

Livia Sas Junius. The Witch of Dalmasca. He had thought he was ready to face her, but his blood burned hotter than it ever had, his anger dulling his senses, making him reckless.

The plan. Remember the plan.

His bow cast aside, he lunged with his sword. Just like he learned in the coliseum - it was all about footwork. Strong legs won over strong arms, for a blow could only devastate if it hit you. One strike, two, ricocheting off her armour. One strike, two; hers this time. His injuries slowed his movements, his wounds too grave. When her fist slammed into his cheek, he knew it was over. After all, who was he against this beast? Just a foolish boy who thought he could change the world.

Blow after blow rendered him utterly useless. He let her. More, he wanted to scream. She had not granted his brother so much. A single shot to the head was all she had offered. She hadn’t even looked at him. Raehn remembered the way he had crumpled, how she had moved on before his body had hit the ground. Just another resistance rat. Another example to set. Had Nheren been given the chance, he would have fought back. He was always the strong one. The clever one.

It should have been me. So do it. Finish the job. Come on!

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Quite how he managed to talk, he was not sure. He smiled at her, his teeth stained red, his eye swollen shut. And she ceased her assault, for but a moment.

That’s right. Figure it out. Won’t matter. It’s too late.

“Pitiful thing,” Livia said. She held him by the collar, close enough that when he spat at her, her mask bore his blood. “What use is defiance, here at your end?”

“‘Tis you who are p-pitiful, Witch,” said Raehn. “You s-see us only as s-savages. And so you miss what is r-right beneath your nose. Glory…to…Dalmasca.”

She saw the light a moment too late. By the time Raehn stretched out his hand, there was naught that she could do. For he was proud, yes, but not so proud that he would forsake duty for vengeance. It mattered only that she perished; it needed not be by his hand. And who better than to offer the glory to than a friend?

What aether he could spare, he channeled into his hand, outstretched towards the mage in the distance. That which she had already borrowed from the rest of their party had empowered her enough, but she would not act without his. For she was a friend. And he would have trusted none other with this honour.

Livia cried out, but her voice was lost amidst the deep rending of the heavens. A maelstrom of endless sky swirled above them, magick clouds parting, pulling a star from the depths of distant heavens. It crashed into the tribunus, its energy inert as it washed over their group. Raehn fell without the support of her crushing grip, and each broken bone jarred painfully when he hit the ground.

Someone called his name, and when he squinted past the fading light he saw her run towards him, near leaping over the barely stirring form of the tribunus to reach him. He tried to sit, but the edges of his vision turned dark. Instead, he let her pull him onto her knee as Cecily cast her healing magicks.

Was Nheren looking down on them he wondered? Was he proud?

Your little brother has grown so much. You would barely recognise him now.

“Are you alright?” Avelyn asked, stroking his hair away from his face. She had cast aside her staff, perhaps recklessly, but who was he to complain, with his sword and his bow both gods knew where? “When we said cause a distraction, we didn’t mean act as a punching bag. Look at you!”

He didn’t care. His wounds would heal. More than she knew. He needed to…yes, he could do this one thing. A little pain mattered not. Somewhere, he found the strength to launch himself forward, to take her into his arms and embrace her like he would never again get the chance.

“Thank you,” he said. “I would have had no other at my side. You truly are...a warrior of light.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #Livia sas Junius #Warrior of Light #Viera #Dalmasca

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I didn't feel like doing off-type or F2P. I just couldn't work up the desire.

I tried, though. I tried to make Kris work against Flint, but unfortunately without the EX, she's just not taking care of the sides fast enough. Which is a shame. I feel like she could've done it with the EX. But in absence of that, here's Princess Hilda to bring the smackdown. Winona is here to change his weather on him.

Aaron was a bit rough, but only because sleep sucks. In CS, they just pivot to X items, and wake up at irregular times, and then you die anyway. It sucks. But it does stall out enough that we get two syncs in, so Jasmine gets double buffs, then Serena blasts through Endure at 48k damage.

...yeah okay, listen. This team is slow as dirt, I don't consider it all that great. But. Offensive Jasmine. I had to. And this was ultimately her win. Sure, Marnie exploded one of the sides for 84k on sync, but Jasmine was dishing out 13k per Iron Tail, so like...I'm satisfied with that.

Lucian was weak to Ghost. How unfortunate.

Then, Cynthia. I had to bring Cyrus. I had to do it. But instead of bringing Dialga, which probably would've been smart, I brought Lisia. Because apparently, Cynthia's stage has permanent Sandstorm. And I forgot that Defog works against Terrain and Zone, but not weather. So I went in super sure Lisia was an answer...and she wasn't. So that's on me. But! While Cyrus dropped to Cynthia's sync, he did take out the sides. And Lisia can buff her physical defense reliably, so she took the sync just fine. And then her own sync, while weakened because of weather, got her to Dragon Pulse, which did great damage, and finished the job just fine. So this is a Lisia win. Good job, girl.

On the whole, not too bad? At least, not this run. But I did do an F2P run, and while it’s likely possible to win? I’m not putting in that much time. I am not doing that. These F2P runs in Sinnoh take for goddamned ever, and I’m done. But I will give impressions of each as we go.

Aaron went first. I wanted to see how Silver would do. And the answer was pretty okay. I won’t say it was anything too nuts, but he did a reasonably good job, just took some adjustments to get it to work. Pretty reasonable. I’d try Blue and Arcanine, but no special attack and crit buffers so I’m really hesitant.

Flint wasn’t too hard to stall out, which is good because Grant 100% could not handle him on an F2P budget. I tried with Acerola and Hop, but it turns out Hop is weak to Fire, and no one else could get Grant to max power because no Maylene grid. So that’s just great. Without sun, he doesn’t hit too hard, and the rampant debuffs from Venom Drench are nice. Unfortunately, this means I used Janine, Skyla, and BP Erika, far too over-confident on what was to follow.

Lucian was actually really easy too, thanks to Giovanni. I expected a bit more resistance, truth be told, but I think we got it like second attempt? Maybe third. The only surprise was Earthquake following sync, which, once revealed, meant Roxanne could block it with Wide Guard, and Giovanni could finish the job.

Then, the fail state. Bertha is insanely bulky, spams Earthquake, Tyranitar has Crunch to just immediately devastate BP Morty on stall, and most devastating of all, has Head Start, by far the single nastiest thing I’ve seen a CS stage pull. Most stages, in a pinch, are able to be worked around by taking out the left side with sync, flinching, or getting a lucky fast queue of your action after sync, to get two syncs before the foe’s first. Bertha cannot be bamboozled in this way, and it poses a ton of problems. That in tandem with her fantastic bulk, and really threatening offensive potential with Earthquake, makes her a nightmare that F2P couldn’t win. If I had tried to stall her out with the Skyla team, we may have pulled it off. I won’t say it’s impossible. But then we’d need a solution to Flint, and we really did not have one. It’s bad no matter which way you look at it. Bertha was the end of this run, and so she receives the Big Dick Champion Award for the week, because hot damn is this some nonsense.

I did eventually just blast her with SS Giovanni. Got to take him for a spin. That was fun. But then it’s on to Cynthia.

Who...man. I was so hopeful. So convinced. That Clair would do it. This was her moment. But no. Earthquake spam is real, and it will kill you. All her moves seem to have AoE! Sure, Rock Tomb is the exception, for all twice I ever saw her use that over Brutal Swing or Earthquake. Even turning the weather on her didn’t have as much effect as I thought. While I’m legitimately overjoyed that this is a direct fight where Cynthia’s strategy is devastating and not relying on evasion to cheat, the tradeoff is that this feels decisively impossible on F2P. Stall gets really heavily worn down by permanent Sandstorm and all the buffs she receives, while offensively, the Earthquake spam wears down the sides far too quickly. It’s actually really hard to manage this one.

So yeah, Sinnoh’s still ridiculous, and kind of a pain in my ass. I’m giving up on the F2P clear. We have Gauntlet tomorrow, and that takes priority.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium

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