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danwhobrowses · 5 days

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One Piece Chapter 1113 - Initial Thoughts

It is time

One Piece is back again and the big announcement is almost underway. The Gorosei are circling though, much of the Straw Hats are cornered, will the revelation turn the tide?

Let's find out

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A chess-themed colour spread this time; Robin playing chess with the crew as chess pieces

Contrary to the message the King should not be the attacking piece but other than that I did find it funny that Usopp is a Bishop with a bow and arrow, this cleric does harm!

Also lil Chopper pawns!

Picking up where we left off, Markus Mars has been stopped in awe of a sight in Punk Records

The remains of Vegapunk's humungous brain, as big or maybe even bigger than a giant, kept in a pod and still working even after his death

Mars does wonder if this is more Vegapunk's true self, which I guess if it has his brain it's probably the main part that's biologically living

People around the world brace themselves though

Syrup Village! Kaya, Merry and the old Usopp Pirates get a cameo

Despite her wealth being enough for Kuro to plan a murder/retirement spree, they do not have a Video Den Den Mushi

Though it seems like it's more size than price, and Kaya is already keen to hear what Vegapunk is saying, given his role in the medical field

Also lil' Merry details on the Den Den Mushi

The Marines are monitoring it too

Laboon and Crocus cameo!

And we even get to go to Baldimore, birthplace of Vegapunk

Some dialogue from the group that found Franky during the separation too

'I heard he's turned himself into a ship now' XD because of the bounty poster, and the bad timeline SBS image maybe, though I still think we could in the future get a Sunny mecha

Also got Chopper's bird and medic island listening in

The tribespeople even know about Vegapunk, they call him a 'king of modern science'

Even despite the Garp and SWORD attack, some pirates from Fullalead are listening in - some still wanna fight each other though

Mars tries to stamp out the Den Den Mushi, but it's of course a fake! It shatters to reveal just another regular Den Den Mushi

Fooled again motherfucker!

Vegapunk does introductions once more but now everyone wants him to get on with it XD

For the most part the more obscure world shots seem somewhat familiar, I couldn't tell what the rainy place was but it could be Water 7, the other one looked a bit familiar, the Longarm place looks like to have Brook's old talent agents too

But this campfire one, a child is hushed back to sleep by their likely mother, they're in tipi tents, what's interesting is the other person there, almost like Oda's pulling something sneaky

Through their collective telepathy, Mars announces his failure, it was a decoy so they have no leads

They wonder what Vegapunk intends to say, fearing that he'll carry on what Clover started before he was silenced

Back to Sanji and he hears a woman's scream

Bonney is being targeted by V. Nusjuro, Franky standing between them but Sanji demands to be the white knight

He jumps off the sword to kick him in the jaw

By comparison V. Nusjuro is pretty damn huge

His body sets on fire - fitting to his Yokai lore - but then the horse's head comes out to bite Sanji

Lots of crackling of bones, I wonder if his Healing Factor is still a thing

As Oimo and Kashii tackle V. Nusjuro (about the same size as them), Vegapunk's broadcast begins, admitting to committing two grave sins

Bonney turns into a giant with her fruit to attack V. Nusjuro, who has returned to his hybrid form

Vegapunk's broadcast admits that he is likely to be executed, and that this broadcast would start when his heart has stopped

Sabaody reacts first, realising that this means Vegapunk is dead

Duval has trouble processing this, since the news said that he was a hostage for the Straw Hats

Caesar's also mad, he and Judge went through that whole cover story alliance for nothing, so now they can promptly fuck off

And Morgans is angry because Vegapunk is giving BIG NEWS without him like it's not in his name

Interestingly, Vegapunk is quick to state that his killers should not be portrayed as 'evil' - because they're looking pretty damn evil to me

It seems maybe this is because he expects Luffy to have been pinned as to blame for his death, though it could be scanlations saying 'him'

Saturn faces off with the Labophase group, demanding they move away

Saturn and Robin however recognize one another, Robin from his voice back in Ohara and Saturn by her image

Seems Saturn blames Akainu directly for Robin's escape, I mean he did blow up the hostage ship but still, there were more marines out there

He goes to attack Robin, so all the other Straw Hats go into protection mode

Brook cuts a few limbs, but worryingly Chopper blocked some with his Guard Point - those limbs are poisonous remember? Though it's impressive that he could suppress a claw that could go straight through Kuma

Nami also remembers that she can use Zeus to block attacks

Mars is still on recon, but his senses can't pick up any 'telepathic waves' - wonder if that's a Haki feat or something relative to the Gorosei's shared thoughts?

York is also having trouble figuring out where the Stella would've put it, since her position as a Celestial Dragon is on the line

Vegapunk's about to deliver his mission statement, which is putting the Gorosei into a panic

Mars considers blowing up the entire place, but Saturn and Warcury are weighing it against the possible losses; men, equipment, and any chance of recreating the Mother Flame

Wait. What?

"Our World...is going to sink into the ocean!"

Well you can't deny it: Global Warming is Real.

It's not just Water Seven and Aqua Laguna then, it's all going to sink, there's a lot of thematic consequences to that when you think about it.

Did the World Government ostracize the Fish-Men because of this? Knowing that they would inherit the world? Does this have any connection to Devil Fruits and why the Ocean really saps their strength? Did the ancient kingdom like Old Wano sink to the bottom of the sea?

It begets a lot of questions, in true Oda fashion.

The rest of the chapter was a lot more jam-packed than the last, even without Luffy. The carried tension of the announcement is followed by Saturn and V. Nusjuro's confrontations with the crew, giants and Bonney. As expected, Sanji took on V. Nusjuro, the hit didn't seem to do much in the long term as expected, though I kinda wish Franky also got a hit in but the extent of his own injuries is worth wondering.

I'm glad the Labophase crew are stepping up against Saturn, at least until the expected arrival of Zoro and Jinbe, but it does show their furthered growth versus Enies Lobby if they can successfully repel Saturn from Robin - her injury being validated by this scene, though I still wish we saw a flashback of the Straw Hats vs Seraphim and them uncovering York as the traitor.

Still it's bad PR from the Straw Hats either way, they're likely to be accused of killing Vegapunk, who was last deemed their hostage by the fake news machine (is Morgans still going to Egghead? I mean with Vivi with him we continue to tease a reunion), and while Punk Records still has a chance to live on this is definitely going to be something each crewmate will have to re-evaluate given the bigger picture. Still, that can come after getting off the island; Edison and the Sleeping Giant are still at play after all, Stussy still needs to release the barrier, it's looking more likely that we might finish up around 1120.

Still there has to be more to the announcement, if Vegapunk was waiting for a video display it means that there are visuals to corroborate his revelation - I wonder if the Gorosei are more open to this reveal coming out than what they expected with the Ancient Kingdom reveal they destroyed Ohara for? Like did Vegapunk dupe the WG into Buster Calling Egghead over a reveal they didn't care much for? He mentioned two grave sins too so there seems to be much more to his announcement than just the opening statement.

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cinamun · 11 months

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The Dream

Now that the evening reblogs are out of the way, I promised @citylighten a little bit of a deep dive into Hope's Dream, why I triggered it, why I was apprehensive about it (sprinkled with a little writer's insecurity) and what I was hoping to accomplish;

Shall we?

TLDR; the dream symbolized Elliot's hopes for the future and Hope's way of saving Elliot.

I posted the reminder to filter your tags last night because I would be depicted a deceased body which of course is a trigger (fun fact: the reason there was never any blood is because it was already emotionally charged and sometimes that's worse than blood and gore, plus blood nauseates me). We are literally still in the first day home after a two week hospital stay and Hope is coming back into a very harsh reality. What I am attempting to do is unroll that reality as realistically as I think I can.

Don't mean to get mushy on main, but I was apprehensive about that post. Insecure about it even. My reasoning is, its not an easy subject to tackle and when you're writing something visual it has even more of an impact. Honestly, sometimes I think I take things too far. But the way my brain works, it *had* to be a nightmare and it *had* to be vivid. So the apprehension was like "Damn Cin, maybe that was *too* much". But I posted anyway because I believed in it. Believe it or not, that post came together over the course of the night last night with a ton of ice water, some turkey jerkey and a dope ass playlist... I digress

I figured that the wedding attire and location may throw people off and it did. The preset I used was super white with a dark sky (silent hill preset). It had to look like a dream. White symbolizes innocence and purity in western society. Hope's subconscious mind was showing her what Elliot wanted. Them to be married. It should have been him. They have the history. In the dream he's squeezing her hand, he's afraid. He's quite literally dead. He asks what happened as if he doesn't understand. So she's stuck with telling him, in all white, walking down the aisle. And then the next thing we know he's limp on the ground. Another angle is Hope's subconscious mind showing her what would have saved him; them staying together and marrying.

So this is super long already but I wanted to at least give some background as to where I was going there. I understand that some have had to back away from the story for awhile and I support that wholeheartedly (folks unfollowed and blocked me when Darren was abusive toward Indya, even more did after she married him because to some, abusers can't change). Up until last week it was a beautiful story of a beautiful romance, a beautiful wedding and a beautiful honeymoon and then the whiplash upon return was a lot to handle.

I get it.

FUCK its getting longer! It will be dark until it gets light and I don't have a timeline on that at the moment. Thanks for reading this far.

#story stuff #extremely long post #sorry #into the mind of a mad woman

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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Okay we’ve had so much good college flyboy Jake and it is making my little heart so full 💛

But hear me out:

Naval academy and top gun flyboy Jake headcannons with you

Like you coming to stay with him early on and the mushiness. All of the guys wanting to meet you. Everyone teasing him for being whipped and him being like you’re damn right I am

All of the fluffy sleepy days and the navy hoodies and PEAK COYOTE SUPPORT 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ all of it

🍯

Hello 🍯 anon my love!!!

Context: Flyboy - warning, general navy / TOPGUN inaccuracies (as usual because I am sure Flyboy content is full of them - but for the love of fanfic, squint). I did a quick google and I understand you go from college > OCS > flight school, so adopting this timeline loosely but again inaccuracies warning stands. Ksdjasdasjdsa I love love love peak coyote support pre-Flyboy but asjdkalsdka since I (stupidly) said he met you only during Flyboy, I WILL ADD POST-FLYBOY TO THIS BECAUSE.

Pre-Flyboy

You visit Jake of course, once he gets into flight school, the first time just over a weekend. He stays off-base, so bunking with him is not an issue. You arrive Friday afternoon and let yourself in with the key Jake had hidden under the doormat for you. He hates that he can’t be at the airport himself to get you, but he can’t get away. He is dropping you texts at every moment he can however (have you arrived / do you know how to get to my place / the key is under the mat / tell me when you reach my place / make yourself at home / i’m leaving now, see you in a bit)

You are happily nestled on the couch in his apartment with a show playing in the background when you hear the lock turn. You have made yourself thoroughly at home in the few hours you have been in his place - showered (you smell of his shower gel right now), put on a pair of tights and paired it with one of his Navy hoodies which smells just like him. You look up just as the door bursts open and find yourself staring at Jake. He must have showered before he came home - because he is in a tshirt and sweats.

You can barely get your hello out of your mouth -Jake is kicking the door shut and lifting you off the couch into a big bear hug. It makes you giggle, and squeal (slightly), as he picks you up in a crushing embrace. You find yourself wrapping your hands and legs around him, afraid that you would fall if you don’t hold on tight.

“Hi,” you mutter, your voice muffled, into his shoulder, because he is squeezing you sooooo tightly.

“Took you long enough to get your ass over here,” he finally sets you down, plonking you right back on the couch and stares down at you, taking you in. You take allllll of him in as well, and both of you have the same silly grin on your face. You hadn’t seen him in a few months, and by god you missed him. Sure you texted, called, facetimed - because what was life without Jake? But you had both been busy, and living so far apart meant it was harder to see each other irl now.

“Should I move here?” You tease, both of you knowing that wasn’t possible for now, but Jake responds the same way he always does with a resounding “yes”.

“I’m bringing you to dinner,” he says, while finally flopping down on the couch next to you. Your thigh is pressed against his, his shoulder slightly behind your body and you leaning just that slight bit against him, “the rest want to meet you.”

“You better only have been saying nice things.”

“Told them how absolutely awful you are.”

It makes you laugh, and your laughter makes Jake’s eyes crinkle with delight. You take him in, short hair, tanned skinned, healthy glow to him - life in the Navy suited him well.

“Do I have to change,” you make a face, “I just got comfy.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says reaching out to rub your knee. Jake had noticed you were in his hoodie the moment he had got back, but it didn’t bother him - because it was nothing new by now, you finding your way into his clothes, and he kinda liked it if he were being honest.

You both end up changing anyway - Jake swapping his sweats for jeans, and you swapping your attire for jeans and a top.

He takes you to a restaurant where his friends from flight school have chosen for dinner, it is nothing fancy - but small, cute, family run, and smells delightful. The group is well acquainted with the owners because it has become somewhat of a weekly haunt. You are welcomed immediately to the fold.

“So this is Seresin’s girl, we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, you look better in the flesh than the photo of you in his locker.” It makes you glance at Jake who tells you nonchalantly “you are next to the photo of Doris”, before going “shut up O’Leary” - because, because, because, you look good to Jake all the time hehe >:)

“He gets grumpy when he doesn’t get to facetime you,” the group cheers to that, among snickers. To Jake’s credit, he is leaning back, not looking an inch bothered.

“Remember the time we had no access to good internet for a week because we were all stuck on base that week and the internet was acting up.”

It all makes you chuckle, and you elbow Jake gently, “can’t do without me huh Seresin.”

He rolls his eyes, but affectionately, as he throws a hand across the back of your chair and watches fondly as you get along with his the group. Jake just lets himself enjoy the side of you gelling with them effortless, jumping in every now and then only to throw a barb or snarky Jake like comment or retort at someone. Everyone however, can see how Jake looks at you, and that spark that he has in his eyes - the same one he has when he gets to fly.

Jake settles the bill that night for the group, because he is in such a good mood - and he is really doing it for you, and when the owner of the restaurant is ringing him up she just chuckles and says “you got yourself a gorgeous girlfriend there.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jake says, somewhat wistfully as he turns back to see you engaged in conversation with the group who basically adore you, because really - who would not?

“Well, that’s hard to believe, she looks at you the same way you look at her.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, like you are the only one that exists in her world,” the owner gives Jake a kind smile as she glances over to her husband who is serving a group of customers, “same way by husband looks at me after all these years.”

Jake just smiles, as you look up to meet his eyes across the restaurant, your head tilting to a side, asking silently if everything was alright.

“Yeah well, my world wouldn’t be much without her.”

You both part ways with the group after dinner, weaselling your way out of drinks at the bar they are heading to. Because honestly, you are just nicely wined up at the moment, and don’t want to spend Saturday recovering from a hangover.

You and Jake take a stroll back, retracing your stroll there, because it isn’t too far from where he lives. You walk in a comfortable silence, elbows and arms brushing.

“You ok Seresin?” You ask anyway, because there seems to be something hanging around him. You glance at him, and Jake stops. It makes you stop in mid-step as well. He turns to face you, and it forces you to look at him. You both just stand like that for a few seconds, before he finally says something.

“I’ve missed you.” Jake is never shy about saying what he feels with you. That sentence, the look in his eyes, it makes your heart do something funny, makes it leap, and flip in your chest. You know exactly what he is saying though - because you have missed him too. Jake doesn’t think he will ever get used to being so far apart from you, ever in his life - and he hates that he has to be.

“I’ve missed you too Jakey,” your voice is softer, and Jake sees your face and just knows that you get him, and you are both on the same wavelength about it. He reaches out and for the second time today you are in a bone crushing embrace. You both stand like that for a while, you aren’t sure how long. In that moment - there is genuinely nothing more in that moment but you and Jake - just pure, feelings of you and Jake. It is hard to explain, but it is just something to wholesome, innocent and all encompassing. When Jake finally pulls away and out of the hug, you somehow, find your hand in his for the rest of the stroll home - which ends up being a longer stroll, the both of you just wandering a few rounds around his block, talking about everything, nothing and anything.

You sleep in the same bed that night because Jake only has one, and he finds himself just being wide awake, with you curled up beside him in his hoodie, his mind just racing, heart thumping.

Oh and that hoodie? It disappears when you leave his apartment that weekend 😌 Jake finds out when you snap and send him a picture of you on the plane, decked in his hoodie with the caption “oops”, and it makes a warmth spread across his chest, and the silliest smile bloom across his face.

Post-Flyboy

It takes you a while to transition from New York to Lemoore, so during the time in between your official transition, you of course find yourself flying down to Jake (if he doesn’t fly up to you).

In a nice twist of events, Javy has gotten transferred to the same base.

By now, everyone and their mothers have heard about Seresins’ girl and the EPIC proposal that went down. So naturally, everyone who hasn’t already met you (you know a few, people who have been with him over the years from his squadron - Blaze, Hurricane, Crusher, Wolf, Viper and Flame) and have met them here and there, heard them over video calls, but not everyone has met you. They find out from Javy that you are coming over for a week, starting that weekend - and immediately the plans for drinks to meet you are underway.

So there you, Javy and Jake are, getting out of a cab and entering a bar. The moment you step in, your name is being shouted by the people you do know, and also by the ones you don’t. As you get closer, Javy yells out to the group to “give it up for Mrs Seresin” - and they do, hands clapping, cheering, feet stomping that makes the whole bar look over, and it just makes you groan out loud. Jake just laughs, clearly enjoying it, but he makes the point to grab your hand tight in his.

“Stop hustling my girl,” Jake says, but there is absolutely no bite behind that.

Introductions are made, drinks are doled out, and the night is off to a bang.

You get back from the toilet at some point when the guys are engaged in a hot debate about something Navy related. Jake spies you coming back and as you make your way back to the seat in between him and Javy, Jake sticks a hand out and pulls you directly sideways onto his lap. His hands go straight to your lower back, rubbing gently.

“Tired?” He asks, but he already knows. You’ve had a long week, and he can see it from the slight sway in your step, and the way you have fought back 3 yawns since the night begun. He also knew you didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to be a party pooper.

“I’m ok,” you put a hand on the side of his jaw, and Jake leans into your touch.

“We can go back anytime you know,” he says and you just shake your head, letting him know it’s fine.

“I didn’t know there was a woman in this world who could make Hangman look like that,” someone calls out, and you turn to find all faces grinning at you >:))

“Like what,” Jake raises a brow and drop your hand into your lap, but he catches it immediately with his other. You make to shift off his lap, but he doesn’t let you, choosing instead to curl you further towards him.

“Like a tame little puppy,” someone calls out and the group thunders. It makes you laugh, because it honestly isn’t malicious.

“Maybe we should change his call sign to WHIPPED, instead.” Blaze yells out, the chorus of agreement is l o u d.

“I like the sound of that,” you say teasingly, looking at Jake, but loud enough for the group’s benefit.

“The lady likes it Seresin, are you changing it or not.”

“I’ll be anything she wants me to be,” he just says, squeezing your hip, and it makes the group both cheer and fake gag in a mixture of amusement and disgust at how sickeningly sappy and whipped this top gun aviator with two confirmed air kills under his belt becomes around you.

The night goes on, and everyone, including Jake and Javy drink a whole lot The night ends somehow, with you standing behind Jake who is seated (clearly drunk, but still looking like the most handsome man on early) holding up a makeshift sign that says “WHIPPED”. Javy is obviously in that picture as well, giving a massive two thumbs up in the background.

Obviously, the team ends up calling him “whipped” because it becomes his unofficial call sign. When anyone new or junior to asks why, the naval aviators just exchange looks between each other, and would always tell the new people / juniors, to try to get a peek at the inside door of Jake’s locker the next time he opens it - because he has that “whipped” picture stuck proudly inside.

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lavenoon · 1 year

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PLEASE tell us more about the Accidentally Undercover AU I am OBSESSING over it now I must know more, I am in love with it 🙏

Oh dear I really just posted it and ditched you guys huh gdhs

Hi I'm back from my evening event and will ramble some more! I've been shooting ideas at @lulu-libellule who also made it all even more fun than it was initially, hehehe

So there's not much of the fnaf plot gonna happen - like virus and Afton n shit, I'm not going there, it's really just for fun

But! There is of course some sort of timeline, and there's three stages/ arcs basically. First pre-reveal, then the messy bit where they all figure it out (though not at the same time), and then post-reveal

Pre-reveal is mostly just what I described in the intro post, they're all stupid and I have a bunch of interactions I wanna draw for it. They're so, so incredibly oblivious it's so much fun. Picture this:

Moon recounts the night at work, the moment of victory when he managed to trip Robin up, giving him a headstart and resulting in a mild inconvenience (think something bruised, at worst sprained) for them. Sun simply nods along, agreeing on principle but honestly, he's just already thinking of how Y/N seems to have had a really bad day at work, limping in while cursing under their breath, so he's really thinking of doing something nice for them before leaving for his own shift (: No dot connecting happening

Or Sun's kind of accidental crafting hobby (he's an expert, he's not half-assing his cover story) carrying consequences for Moon, too Robin: Taking the "eyes on the back of your head" a bit too literally, no? Dusk: What are you talking about? Robin: There's. There's a googly eye stuck there. With glitter I think Dusk, internally: SUN I SWEAR TO GOD

The reveal itself is pretty much the only part I've planned to include angst - self doubt, frustration, and somewhat betrayal too for all of them. Messy, and not too thought out yet, but it'll be a whole thing!

Post-reveal on the other hand. That's gonna be stupid fun again, because now all three idiots are in on it and cover for each other. Their organization would shame them forever if not outright fire them for being so damn stupid if they learned their cohabitation was an accident, so they simply don't mention it to anyone.

Leads to fun moments when the presumed rivals start defending each other -

someone: Dawn dropped out of today's mission, said something personal came up Y/N, who begged him to stay home to wait for the plumber to fix some pipes bc they have a meeting with someone high up they can't cancel: he mentioned a funeral someone: oh, huh. my condolences later: Sun: Y/N. what funeral would we go to Y/N: IDK I PANICKED

Someone happens to ask Dusk what funeral they went to, he deadpan replies "our grandmother's", no one asks again

Also Moon will never let Y/N live it down once he realizes they lied about pretty much all their scars to make them sound cooler than they actually are, because for some reason being a literal secret agent isn't cool enough for Y/N. They almost regret making up all those dramatic stories. Almost.

Gonna stop here for now so I still have stuff to talk about when my brain isn't quite as mushy, but super super giddy that people like my silly little au idea!! I just love identity shenanigans with a focus on differing dynamics so so much, so I had to make that a reality, glad to have people with me on the ride <3

#answer let luce #anonymous #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #accidentally undercover #I'm not proofreading this im very sorry that dinner drained me and it's near 10pm here lmao #which means ive been awake for 16 hours; nice #but yeyeye im so. this is all so silly i love it so much im happy ppl enjoy it too #it's a lot of fun n i just started thinking about it a couple days ago so very in the beginnings phase #but enjoying it very much #hehe

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acourtofthought · 10 months

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Apropos of nothing, it's just something I was ruminating on because as much as I rag on Az, I do think he has a soft heart underneath it all that wants to help people and that makes me all mushy for him. I know people want to make the scene where Az rescues Elain purely romantic (and sure it CAN be read as such) but after reading ACOSF and piecing together the timeline, Az is practically fresh out of Sangravah, he saw the absolute horrors inflicted on the priestesses and what was done to Gwyn so like... OF COURSE he's gonna wanna haul ass out to save Elain? I don't think for a second has nothing to do with the possessive mate thing like so many of them want it to be (re: the argument az didn't jump to save gwyn from the rite like he jumped to save elain from hybern) Like why would he NOT volunteer to rescue her immediately after seeing those nightmares first hand?? He would have done the exact same thing for Mor or literally any of the women in the IC because that's the kind of guy that he is (also might I add that he didn't lose control in the Hybern camp and go feral and kill everyone like he did at Sangravah, when, as spymaster, he absolutely should have taken some hostages 👁️)

Wow, you bring up such a good point and something I never considered!

Feyre's birthday is the longest night of the year (so December 21st).

Her wedding ceremony was 2 weeks later, around January 4 and Rhys called in their bargain for the first time which takes us to January 11.

One month later he called in the bargain again which takes us to say, February 11.

One week after that she escapes to the NC for good (February 18) where she sleeps through at least one night.

Rhys flew Feyre to the HOW for the first time where we get confirmation Sangravah was attacked three days prior so we'll say he rescued Gwyn on about February 16.

ACOWAR starts in June however a few weeks pass while Feyre remains and until Az / Cassian save Feyre as she's being dragged across the ice by her hair wrapped in bands of fire.

Estimates have ACOWAR ending August which is when Az and Feyre rescue Elain.

6 months have passed since he walked in on Gwyn's assault.

2 months have passed since he witnessed Feyre being drug by her hair, bound and gagged.

We get our first hints of Azriel's savior complex in ACOMAF:

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.” I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger.

We get proof of Azriel's need for heroics later in the series, to be the protector:

toward Mor and Azriel—“to monitor me.” So this was where Azriel had gone—right to the loft. To no doubt spare Mor from enduring Amren Duty alone. But Amren’s tone … cranky, yes, but perhaps a bit of a front, too. To banish that too-fragile gleam in Cassian’s eyes. “We’re not monitoring you,” Mor said, tapping her foot on the carpet. “We’re monitoring the Book.” (Mor was monitoring the Book yet Az insisted on joining her)

“Call off your dog,” Amren said with that lethal tone. Because the shadow in the corner behind Amren … that was Azriel. The obsidian hilt of Truth-Teller in his scarred hand. He’d moved without my realizing it—though I had no doubt the others had likely been aware.

The argument with Rhys this morning had been swift and brutal: Azriel insisted he could fly—fight with the legions, as they’d planned. Rhys refused. Cassian refused. Azriel threatened to slip into shadow and fight anyway. Rhys merely said that if he so much as tried, he’d chain Azriel to a tree. And Azriel … It was only when Mor had entered the tent and begged him—begged him with tears in her eyes—that he relented. Agreed to be eyes and ears and nothing else.

Not that he's does these things for fame or glory, I think he does them because it's the only way he feels worthy. Like it's his penance to pay in order to remain part of his family.

We know he wasn't there to save Mor or stop the way his mother was treated. He wasn't there to stop what happened to the priestesses in time. And he was nearly too late to save Feyre, the last two things being very recent.

So here we have this other female who he sees is in need of saving and he's sitting there watching Nesta and Cassian debate her fate and it's really not that surprising, knowing what we know of Az, that he jumped in to volunteer, despite the danger. Danger has never once mattered to Az.

In the right circumstances, a male coming to rescue the female could be romantic, but in this instance and when you look at the entire picture and who Az is as a character (not to mention the evidence that he's still not over Mor at that time), his rescue of Elain is anything but.

To me, he doesn't look at Elain as wanting to save her because it's her. He wants to save her for a chance to find some sort of redemption because of all the other females he was unable to save in time and I think that has played a small part in why he eventually gravitates toward her. Because she represents his personal triumph, the time he wasn't too late. And as with everything in the E/riel setup, it always seems to be more about him and his issues than Elain as an individual.

Thanks for bringing up such a great point!

#anti e/riel

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hueynomure · 3 months

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Heart(s) on Her Sleeve, maybe for the ask game?? I love that title omg

Thank you! I'm pretty fond of it myself :3

Heart(s) on Her Sleeve is of course a Loveybug fic, meant to be a companion piece to Poker Face to explore Loveywalker angst. Where Undercover and the Mittens mini-series is the timeline where everything goes right, or at least as well as it can go, these two fics show the strain in their dynamic. Specifically, HoHS follows Marinette as she turns into Loveybug and is at first both terrified and exhilarated let out so much of her mushy, saccharine self, of course. Then Chat Noir vanishes and she keeps committing more and more to the "bit", slowly starting to spiral as her new hero persona leaves her raw after hours of venting her most carefully guarded feelings. Kim and Chloe taught her she can't be vulnerable or she WILL be punished for it, she WILL crash and burn while people laugh at her - and her Lovey suit was meant to put a layer between her and her feelings but how is that ever going to work? Those feelings being part of her is why the suit change works in the first place! Surely Cat Walker is just humoring her because he's too dignified to call her out, she's weirding him out she's just a freak why is she still doing this shit WHERE IS CHAT but feeding Cat Walker under the moonlight feels so good just another patrol just another week just another month it's fine she's fine this is just harmless fun there are no strings attached OMYGOD WHY ARE THERE SO MANY STRINGS ATTACHED

(hearts also reference the playing suite: Poker Face - Cat Walker's side - is meant to have a chapter for every other suite to offset it and imply the imaginary hand he's been dealt is not a real poker, it's good but far from a surefire winning hand like "vanilla" Ladynoir is, not until he accepts her new partner in full... and even then, he'll always be the one to bear most of the weight in the relationship)

I have no snippet to share, as I want to finish Poker Face to have the scenes to then mirror to Loveybug's side, but I can talk a bit about the summary I plan to use for it:

My heart is nuclear Love is all that I fear Ready to be let down And now I’m heading for a meltdown -Marina and the Diamonds, Radioactive

This is such a good Loveybug song! Both the 10s angsty teen feel of it all and some eerie lines ("But baby I'm the one who left you/You're not the one who left me" ma'am are you talking about Chat???) in addition to radioactivity sounding such a good metaphor for thrumming with a burning energy you KNOW it's ruining everything you're close to as you inexorably break down... I just love it ok?

Thank you for the ask! 💜💜💜

#im still in the plotting stage of this one #so im more than happy if people want to scream abt it with me and help me figure out stuff lol #loveybug au #wip ask game

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jamesbranwen · 11 months

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Pliroy 55 for the Write a Kiss prompt, if you feel like it 💙

55 -- Out of Spite

Pairing: Pliroy

Rating: T

X-posted to AO3 here 😊

Kitten, I am so, so sorry.

That was the first text message Yuri had woken up to. He blinked at his iPhone screen bewilderedly, the backlight too bright for him this early in the morning.

Yuri swiped back to his notifications and his heart dropped. Overnight he had received thousands of messages, pings, and mentions. He couldn't even swipe them away faster than they loaded in.

He had a long chain of very angry messages from Yakov. He skimmed it but his eyes nearly glazed over at the rant, only picking up on the colorful words sprinkled throughout. Gripping his phone tighter, Yuri bit his cheek and opened Twitter. The first thing on his timeline was exactly the source of his nearly overheating iPhone. At first it was hard to make out what the blurry photo was depticting, but he realized pretty quickly.

It was last night. After dinner and going back to their separate hotel rooms because it was the night before competition and they needed their rest. The top floors had been fully booked out, reserved for the skaters and their coaches for their own privacy. So fucking much for that.

There was nobody around (or so they thought). It was the most chaste, modest, biblical kiss. It had lasted seconds before Yuri was back in his room, alone. And yet here it was, on camera and posted for the world to pick apart: Yuri Plisetsky, the Russian Ice Tiger, kissing his rival, Canada's Sweetheart, King JJ, at SkateCanada International.

Another text message popped up on his screen, this one from Viktor. Yuri threw his phone across the room.

—

Jean was pacing. He had been pacing back and forth for so long, it was surprising he hadn't worn a hole through the hotel room floor. He didn't know how he had been so careless. He didn't know how he was supposed to show his face today, let alone put on a smile and skate his free.

It wasn't that he was ashamed of Yuri. Quite the opposite. Jean felt so lucky to be in a relationship with Yuri, to be able to spend time with him, with both of their guardwalls let down. If he could shout their love to the world, mention Yuri in every conversation, plaster his Instagram with mushy couple photos, he would. But the last time he had done that, it ended up with paparazzi trailing his divorce proceedings.

Jean tapped his fingers rhythmically as he continued his assault of the hotel carpet with his footsteps. There was of course the other issue to worry about, that being that he wasn't out to anyone. Besides Yuri himself, nobody knew Jean was bisexual. Not only that, Yuri wasn't out either. Jean didn't know the full extent of what things were like in Russia, but what he had gathered had not exactly been positive.

Jean stopped in his tracks, chest heaving. He would make a statement, claiming it was all a misunderstanding. He and Yuri had nothing to do with each other. Yuri is straight and everything is his fault and he apologizes. He would have to.

—

Yuri marched towards the doors of the event center indignantly, hood up and scowling face trained onto the floor. This was the private entrance for athletes and yet there were probably a hundred cameras pointed at his face. Yakov tried to block them with his body but the effort proved futile. Yuri was starting to wonder if these executives understood the word "privacy" at all.

Between the camera shutters and shouts of Yuri's name, each reporter vying for his attention, questions came at him from every direction.

Are you dating Jean-Jacques Leroy?

Are you gay?

Is your relationship even legal?

Yuri grit his teeth. He wasn't an explosively angry, hormonal teenager anymore. He was a top skater with a reputation to uphold. He knew he couldn't snap at them. But he so desperately wanted to.

So fucking what if I'm dating him. It's nobody's goddamn business who I like or what I do.

As the doors shut behind Yuri, cutting him off from the shouting and the camera flashes, he looked ahead, vision sharpening. It was time for the free skate. He would give them something to write about.

—

It was only a few minutes until Jean was expected on the ice. He had had the entire day to clear his head. As he stretched, he did his best to expell the anxiety from his body.

Jean was in his home country, with his own fans in the crowd. He was sure he still had fans. He had the best free program of his career lined up. He was skating to an original composition, a song expressing his grief after a long breakup, picking up the pieces, then becoming stronger for it. Connecting with others. Connecting with Yuri.

Jean steeled himself as he stepped towards the rink. He would be stronger for this, too. He would perform at his best. He would skate for Yuri.

—

The lights were almost blinding. Neither Jean nor Yuri could even make out the roaring crowd surrounding them as they stood atop the podium, Yuri on top and Jean just below. They were almost the same height this way. Yuri was too preoccupied to scowl at that fact.

Yuri flashed the audience his pre-packaged, perfect smiles, posing with his gold. Jean bit down on his silver, winking. They posed under the fanfare for a few seconds more before Yuri let go of his medal, letting it drop to his chest. He tucked his bouquet under his arm and turned to face Jean. There was no going back now.

Yuri reached out and pulled a shocked Jean towards him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he smashed their lips together. He didn't even register the camera flashes and exclamations from the crowd (and probably their respective teams, too) as he melted into Jean. Jean's racing pulse could be felt through his lips.

Yuri felt Jean grab his free hand and lift it above their heads. He broke away from the kiss, looking nowhere but Yuri's green eyes.

"But— everyone—?"

"Don't care," Yuri affirmed.

The pair broke apart, the pandemonium of the audience fading back in. The state anthem of Russia began to play, and Yuri took his victory lap, the smile on his face this time entirely genuine.

#pliroy #jean jacques leroy #yuri plisetsky #yuri on ice #fanfiction #ask game #answered #lou-is-lurking

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catflowerqueen · 1 year

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Lots of interesting lore sprinkled in between all the wholesome Lunar content today.

First off, Moon and Sun are canonically ten years old—which spells some interesting things in terms of their early life, considering that Sun said he’d only been working for Fazbear’s forfive years in the Interviews episode. So this either means that they had an extremely long testing/learning period, or else they were working somewhere else/doing something else before that and then Fazbears bought the rights to them or something. Possibly it’s also an allusion to canon Sun and Moon’s past as theatre animatronics? Or maybe they spent a few years shut off completely before being put to work in the daycare It also leads to some interesting possibilities as far as why/how things devolved the way they did in the dimensions Sun and Moon recently visited (the one where Moon killed Sun, and the one where Moon didn’t exist—though in the latter one it does seem like they still followed a similar timeline considering that Sun knew Kevin in both timelines, and he was apparently a year one guest). It also means that they are, indeed, younger than Gregory.

Secondly, I think they might have confirmed Lunar’s pronouns as he/they? Moon called Lunar “they” a lot in this episode, at least. It’s something we will have to keep track of, at least, just in case today was a one-off or Moon just trying to be vague to keep Lunar from learning anything else about magic. I think I am going to stick with he/him until we get further confirmation, though.

Speaking of Lunar, his resolutions were adorable. Sun’s were also wholesome, but slightly… concerning? Or if not concerning, exactly, then indicative of us needing to watch his self-esteem for a while. Him wanting to be a better brother for Moon is sweet, but the specific phrasing just seems a bit sad to me? Especially since I think it stems from how much stress Moon was under this year, and how Sun didn’t notice some of Moon’s deeper-seated issues until recently. Like just how trapped Moon felt while they shared a body, and Moon’s tendencies to shield Sun from complicated or dangerous situations possibly meaning he doesn’t really trust him. I mean—the computer’s commentary about Moon not trusting Sun to fix his body is one thing, since Sun himself admitted (in this episode, even) that he doesn’t really know much about tech and computers. But there were some other moments, like when Sun was first trying to wrangle Lunar after he dropped the Moon façade after that week where he took over, or Sun seeming to be a bit more desperate to see what Moon gets up to in his lab, where it seemed like Sun was realizing that there are depths to Moon’s actions that he remains unaware of. And then, of course, was that instance of Moon literally working himself into unconsciousness…

Still, I am glad that both Lunar and Moon himself affirmed that Moon thinks Sun is a great brother. It was actually really nice to see Moon be so mushy, and admit that he has been talking with and helping some of the others. And it was also nice to see Sun tell Moon he was proud of him for those efforts.

As far as their other brother goes… it’s a little concerning that Sun still seems so anxious about Lunar. He is clearly still uncomfortable with him, even as he is more than willing to engage, answer questions, and offer encouragement. In a way, it almost seems like Sun is taking on some sort of mentor role? Or treating Lunar almost like one of the daycare kids he has to teach and look after? He did seem to relax as the episode wore on, so maybe it’s just that he is still getting used to seeing Lunar at unexpected times—or to just see Lunar taking the initiative in approaching and actively wanting to hang out—and Lunar hasn’t mentioned minding it at all, so possibly it’s nothing to worry about. …Or maybe Lunar has been silent on the matter since he himself has already admitted to still finding it difficult to be around Sun sometimes due to him looking like Eclipse, especially when the glow gets turned on.

It’s also possible that it has more to do with Moon than Lunar—Sun’s anxiety over Moon and desire to “be a better brother” making him more nervous or uncomfortable when Moon isn’t around. Or him just being upset at the break in tradition now that there is another person to consider in their holiday plans.

…And I think part of it might be worry over what is going to happen with the kill code situation when Lunar’s new body is finished now that he’s seen just what depths Moon can go when lost in grip without anyone to act as a tether to sanity. Because while he probably isn’t aware of what Moon shared with Monty—his worries about Lunar getting corrupted and what’s going to happen to him since he can’t figure out how to get rid of the code—he has at least seen evidence via that one dimension that his—and by extension Lunar’s—efforts really are important in suppressing the code. Not to mention that Moon has brought up the various mistakes that happened as a result of potentially botching that separation process (even though he is being hard on himself—though surprisingly less so than usual, as he did tell Sun that the two of them would have struggled regardless of how that separation happened)

Anyways, it will be interesting to see how the trio’s relationship grows and changes in the new year. I hope Lunar gets his beanbag chairs, if nothing else. …And also gets some formal introductions to some of the others.

Depending on how the Ennard storyline goes on Circus Baby’s channel, the two of them could probably be good friends.

#SAMS #sun and moon show #fnaf security breach

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monster-noises · 2 years

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Just realised I rb'd an ask meme from you without sending you an ask in return! For the Soft OC meme with Lazarus: 🍂🌾 🌿

whoops! almost forgot to put this under a cut for length.. also sorry this took me AGES to get to.. that second question really sent me for a loop... ;;=,=

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others? Lazarus likes hugs, at least in concept? He doesn't care much for most.. sorta Mushy kinda public touching (even in the timeline where they survive and make it out into the regular world him and Karl don't like.. walk around holding hands n' shit ever, that's just not their vibe) But he will lay an affectionate hand on people he cares about. A gentle sorta touch of the shoulder or arm or something like that, just a bit of physical contact. But he's certainly not the type to go out into the world with his arms wide open I don't think.. Really he will only accept Hugs from certain people... Karl mostly... there's another character no one knows about yet he'd probably accept a hug from too though. But Mostly Karl. Karl could just lay on top of him for an entire day and he'd probably be like "yes. good. this is a desirable outcome." Honestly when they're alone and like.. not working they both kinda prefer to have some kind of contact. Coupla touch starved Fools... (Not like.. they're falling over each other to snuggle always or anything, it's vital to me that they are both fairly independent and not really.. all lovey-dovey like that.. [at least not All the time] but if they're across from each other their legs will cross under the table, or they'll stand close enough to touch shoulders.. stuff like that!)

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them ohh.. as much as I wanted to write a tiny sweet little fic here (and dangit I tried!!!!).. I think sadly without the medium of illustration/comics to bolster me trying to use Karl's voice directly is an Embarrassment Hill I've yet to conquer =v=..

But I shant leave you completely empty handed! a brief description of the way in which Karl would go about describing Lazarus: Like most things about these two actually Coping to the fact that they're in a relationship and that they actually love and care deeply about each other everything Karl would say would be.. sorta plain? Like it wouldn't necessarily strike you at first that what he's saying is Important, it'd all be kinda utilitarian like "he's helpful to have around, it's good having some actual half decent Fucking company for once.. etc etc" but he wouldn't be able to make eye contact while saying it, it would quickly become very clear that he's talking Around his actual feelings and either he's extremely dedicated to masking them, or he's just genuinely not sure how to express them in a more earnest way (honestly he doesn't know the answer to that one himself). Any time he might accidentally stumble into a description that actually comes close to outright stating something he'd deflect with some teasing remark or a hard left into a different idea.. Would he go out of his way to point out at least one physical trait of Lazarus's that he Greatly enjoys though? Oh yes definitely for sure absolutely.

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech? Gifts and small acts of service mostly! (this is another way in which he and Karl are similar in my mind, but Karl tends to spring for bigger acts of service instead of the more subtle domestic type that Laz is partial to. He does like to gift little hand-made trinkets, and of course there's the photographs but those aren't necessarily gifts?) While his sculpture work tends to be much more all consuming and deeply personal he Can and Will paint things and give them as gifts. Otherwise it's all little things: Making coffee when he can tell it's needed, cooking, Straight Up Putting Karl In Bed, helping around the factory for more than just what will help their campaign against Miranda.. that sort of thing! I could also go on about how their mutual show of respect for each other; not fear, not reverence, just neutral human respect, is a huge factor in how they communicate and work emotionally but unfortunately it's almost midnight and i need to eat dinner and wooooork on some art late into the night..

#monster noises #meat husband #The inverse of that description for Lazarus would leave your head spinning because he would be simultaneously more open and upfront #but also way more cagey and cryptic #at the end of it you're not even sure if you know what a Relationship is #fdkgjhdfg gosh I hope this gives off the right character impressions...#i can never tell if what I'm writing matches the way way they act in my head #beacuse especially with something like these different area's of like.. Affection #it gets really kinda complicated and multi-layered #but I also don't just wanna write out 'it's this but also it isn't this' for every answer dfgjhsasda #I love to answer them though it's good to think about and challenge myself!

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dieuleveut · 4 months

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January 6th, 2024

happy new year!

sheesh where to start?

on January 2nd, a girl named Rachel reached out to me on Instagram.

Hi Juliet,

Not sure if you’ve ever been romantically involved with Gaige, but me and a number of women have come forward with information on his serial cheating for the past 4+ years. We’ll be meeting to share our stories and gain some level of closure from these situations.

Wishing you a blessed 2024,

Rachel

I got this message literally on my way to the company trip in Las Vegas. At first i thought this was some kind of spam, but with Gaige’s name dropped, it was factually real. Couldn’t believe it. I mean, i absolutely could but still. the events unfolding themselves were no less surprising to hear about.

Of course i responded truthfully. That Gaige and I had been sleeping together on and off for the past year and a half. Apparently this information lines up with another girl that he was in a relationship with.

There’s been a lot of supportive and open back and forth with Rachel. We’re sharing what we both know, about the cheating history and about Gaige’s person.

So far the names on the roster that Rachel has dropped are Wendy, Tiffany, Joanne, Cindy, Sue, Rose… I don’t personally have the full picture and timeline of events, but judging by the size of the roster alone is insane to me.

I’m not taking this as personally as I could be. Thank god that Gaige and I never became anything serious. So this to me doesn’t constitute as cheating or lying, though it certainly completes the picture of him being a shady white guy with an asian fetish. But still!! I got myself involved with another fucking cheater. He may not have cheated on me, but he’s a CHEATER. It’s unforgivable even as an accident, let alone as a multi-offender with manipulation tactics and intention. It’s beyond fucked up what he is doing to so many (asian) women.

AND this man is having/insisting on unprotected sex with Rachel. She mentioned that she got infections that she normally wouldn’t get aside from being with him. I thank god that he and I used condoms, but holy shit on top of being a malicious, manipulative cheater, he’s psychotically putting his victims at risk of disease and pregnancy??

Rachel is in cahoots with some of the other women involved, but I think that since my involvement with him wasn’t too serious, my involvement in the accountability plan might be optional. I’m going to give her some space with all the information that i had and dropped on her, and let her reach out if there is anything she needs from me.

As much as i would love to see the conclusion of this for story’s sake, i really am not that invested in him and perhaps it would be healthy to keep a good distance from the explosion that that conclusion would be.

—

The Vegas trip with all the Baron people was… interesting to say the least.

I picked up Lizzie and Denise on Tuesday and we drove there together. Lizzie is hoping to see absolutely no one we know there. We get into the hotel without a hitch around 6pm, and wait patiently for the group dinner plan at 8pm.

Everyone else rolls in a little later, and we eventually get into Ramsay’s Kitchen for dinner. Oh my god it was so mid?? for $150, we got a singular bite of salmon, a delicious crab cake, a mushy risotto, a SALTY beef wellington, and a crazy too sweet toffee pudding. Overall meal wasn’t bad, but I was super picky considering the price and the reputation of Gordon Ramsay’s cooking. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed.

Then we all went back to the hotel to chill. Smoke weed, drink, hang out. That was a pretty fun time with all the girl being kooky and Denise or Jenny occasionally busting a move.

We woke up casually the next day, with no early morning plans. Denise, Lizzie and I opt for a place called Hash House a Go Go. I don’t think those two care for American food, but they weren’t very decisive for anything else so that was the option I suggested we go with.

After a late lunch, we head back to the hotel room to wait and get ready for the company dinner. Company dinner was fine, the food was WAY better than Ramsay’s. maybe because the price point was free, and there was no reputation to judge. But the portions were huge and flavors so much more cohesive.

After dinner, we went to the Cosmopolitan for a clubbing night. It was HORRIFYING. Insanely crowded and the drinks were criminally overpriced. So we all ended up smushed in a tiny dance floor, completely sober.

We all eventually ubered back to the hotel, where the plan was to just smoke weed in someone’s room and rot the night away. But apparently one lone girl got left behind at the club. None of the girls I was with knew who she was. So I’m frustrated because which one of her actual friends fucking left her behind?

So we’re stuck waiting up for this girl to find her way back to the hotel, and my energy to party was buzzed so hard, all i wanted to do was sleep in my room.

The night is basically another night in the hotel. No socializing or partying with people we knew outside of our friend group.

I’m a little irked with my friends tbh. I understand we’re all introverts and socially anxious, but they themselves complained about being isolated from Baron. It has to be partially on them, doesn’t it? If they actively are not participating in the vibe, if they actively avoid people, how will other Baron people make them feel welcome?

Another thing that bothered me, was that this group of people are INSANELY indecisive or inactive. Like, when it came to actually planning anything, it was on me to decide the plan. Lizzie and Denise would say “we’re down for whatever” or “I don’t care what we do” but when an actual suggestion was given, they clearly had preferences.

I just wish that they were straightforward with their preferences so that we could have an actual discussion about what the plan should be. I wish they were more proactive about what they wanted to happen. I decided to be more laidback about this trip, not planning anything exactly and not being particular about any kind of schedule.

But i think that stressed me out more than it helped. The people pleaser in me wasn’t able to figure if people were happy doing nothing or if they actually wanted to do something. Overall, if i ever hang out with these girls again, i might have to be more aggressive with my planning activities in order for ME to have a good time. If they don’t like it, then they’ll have to learn to speak up. Because it drives me crazy to try and read people. probably because i’m a little autistic guys.

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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Ah I was sitting on this idea while waiting for requests to open! I loved your ask that had La Squadra meeting Risottos daughter from the future that got me thinking what if La Squadra had a memey s/o from present time? Would they ask lotta questions about the future and get confused when they speak in vine or tiktok references? 😆

La Squadra with a meme-y s/o from the future

gn reader // sfw

ahh that was such a cute ask and glad it made you think of this idea! thank your for requesting this and omg so so so so sorry it took so long, hope you’ll still enjoy it none the less! 💖✨ (you and your LS bf have a good comprehension of each other’s timelines and are used to traveling back and forth a bit :D)

Risotto

He knows the complications are endless and at times it all seems incomprehensible- having an s/o who can literally time travel; but your sheer knowledge of memes and the way you seem to effortlessly drop them into everyday conversation is astounding to him.

He doesn’t understand them that well, no amount of context or explaining will help. It’s simply a language he does not understand that well. And the memes or slang he kind of does understand, he just doesn’t find that funny.

However, he will never actually find it a bother when you drop a few weird jokes. The way they make you laugh and sometimes even dry-heave from the hilarity makes him love you even more.

In moments like that he’ll dryly let out a few slang words he remembers. You will never forget the time he let out a serious and deep “yeet” when you were already hysterically laughing, his addition might have made you stop breathing for a minute. It still makes you grin when you remember him shaking your shoulders and telling you to “breathe dammit!!”

Overall this man does not really get it or find it that entertaining himself, but he’ll gladly tease you and make you smile with the stuff he picks up. Risotto just can’t stop staring at your beaming grin.

Formaggio

Although he doesn’t truly grasp the layers of certain jokes or memes, Formaggio is your man! He’ll start using jokes and memes he learned from you and is so pleased when he makes you laugh with them.

Formaggio is great at continuing a bit but once he loses interest he just...stops. Which is kind of perfect since your knowledge of vines is a lot bigger than those of tiktoks so those quick six seconds are easy to get the point across.

He’ll still get some stuff wrong but he gets the gist of them. He loves annoying his teammates with his newfound references and they all can’t stand him. The second he opens his mouth with that smug look in his eyes, they all sigh in unison and prepare for the incomprehensible babbling that’s about to commence.

The rest of the gang likes you but when you and Formaggio are hanging out at headquarters together, they tend to keep conversations quick because they know once you two team up, the suffering will never end.

“Babe, wake up! New meme just dropped!”

You two are a menace to deal with but god if it isn’t sickeningly cute and funny when he calls you his baby, his cinnamon apple!

Illuso

Don’t get Illuso wrong, he loves you but dear heavens you are on thin ice with him. He isn’t the most joke-y type, he likes a good chuckle but please do not oversaturate him with references he does not get.

He has little to no interest in the videos you wish to show him and even less interest in remembering the ones he begrudgingly watched.

At this point you’re allowed a couple jokes a day, he doesn’t count or literally prevent you from saying them, but you know each other well enough to see when he’s actually getting annoyed.

To shut you up he’ll try and fluster you! He’ll look into your eyes so intensely as you continue talking about a meme, one eyebrow cocked and one side of his beautiful lips curled up into a smug grin.

He’ll place a single hand on your cheek, his thumb gently swiping across it while the rest of his large hand and fingers rest on your scalp. As he hears you stumble over your words and can feel your cheeks heating up he’ll get in nice and close to your lips. Ghosting his over yours and placing a single kiss that you wish would last longer. That’ll keep you quiet for a bit 😌

He accidentally (re-)invents “that’s cringe” without your help. (he’s referring to you, sorry bestie)

Prosciutto

Why are you saying these weird words AT him? Why must you crease his brows even further?

Prosciutto’s patience is getting tested with you and your innate need for adding incomprehensible colourful commentary to everyday things and situations. He truly doesn’t get it and there is no amount of explaining you can do to change his mind. Even after the memes make even a little sense, he won’t find them funny.

He does love you, so much in fact, that he knows asking you to stop isn’t going to work and it wouldn’t be a fair thing to do. He sees how your smirk feeds into the satisfaction of landing a joke in your present time where most of your friends know what you’re talking about.

However when you come around his part of the space time continuum, playtime is over. Well mostly. He does enjoy being a bit goofy around you, his snarky comments get a sarcastic edge that parallels your need for adding a fun flair to mundane things.

The only time you made him laugh with a meme was when you kept repeating “i can’t believe you’ve done this” over and over while poking his cheeks during a playful mood. After a final poke, Prosciutto’s resolve finally breaking, he couldn’t help but snicker. With one final addition of the line, ever surprised by the wonderful sound he makes when he finally breaks, you stop and stare. Enamoured by your wonderful boyfriend and his gorgeous smile.

Pesci

He’s the most supportive partner out there! Anything that makes you laugh and giggle, like the memes you keep showing him, fills his mushy heart with joy.

Pesci will kind of get them? They all make sense in a way, but some of them just go above his head because of the layers of internet knowledge he does not possess. Although he really loves it when you show him stuff that reminded you of him.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 <-- his face the entire day after you show him cute pictures of animals and said they made you think of him. He’s just so in sickeningly smitten with you.

He’ll try out a couple of internet slang terms and blush really badly when they make you laugh. If Pesci could, he’d play your laughter on loop 24/7. Him baby, ok?

When the whole internet was debating their existence and that of every object because everything is cake, you quizzed Pesci on his cake-recognizing skills. He failed horribly, they all looked way too realistic and he might have had a small existential crisis.

You playfully bit his wrist to show he wasn’t made of cake, planting some kisses along the sensitive spot. He shivered at your tickling pecks, relieved he wasn’t just a tasty confection and even happier that you’d love him regardless.

Melone

Your meme comrade.

The first mistake was showing him what the internet was like in your future timeline. He got so invested in its machinations and the entire culture surrounding it. He studied every single social media outlet. Every niche he could find only fuelling his curiosity.

Pandora’s box has been opened and there is no turning back now. Not only does he get all the memes and vines you show him, he memorized them too. Melone will artfully display his knowledge in daily life when you’re around and show off.

Do you regret showing him? Maybe...but is it hilarious to hear him quote terribly long copy/pastas? Yes. Yes it is.

He will steal your phone so he can feed into his meme needs, saving the most fried up images that barely make any sense, to your gallery. You sorted the ones he saves into a special folder so you wouldn’t have to strain your eyes so much.

It’s all fun and games until he starts referencing stuff during more intimate times. At first they made you laugh but as time went on you had to ask him to stop.

Hearing Melone whisper “eeby deeby” while kissing his way down your neck might not be the mood you’d preferred. (hearing him sigh and say “so, no head?” was pretty hilarious tho)

Ghiaccio

To your surprise, once he understands the memes and gets the references, he becomes quite good at using them as well. Steering clear of the misspelled ones, of course. (one bad gloop might actually kill him)

Ghiaccio is such a big softie once he’s alone with you, letting his guard down and finally calm, not irked or stressed by his surroundings.

He loves it when you show him new weird pictures you saved because they made you think of him. You don’t allow him to have a smartphone no matter how much he wants it (it’ll mess up sensitive time stuff) so when you’re scrolling through your preferred meme gathering app with Ghiaccio alongside you, he’ll point out ones and snicker a “that’s you”.

It makes your heart melt how cute he can be with the stuff he picks out. Once he actually said “you’re baby” and you felt your soul leave your precious body as his cheeks turned redder than plush tomatoes in summertime.

When he’s around the rest of the squad or in a more public setting, the usual stressors return. But with you around to offer quick witty jokes, things tend to become less focused on irritation.

You are 100% sure you’ve heard him yell the famous words “AM I WRONG?!” during a heated argument with Melone. You had to leave the room to prevent worsening things, holding in your laughter and silently dying as you heard him rave on.

#cozy ask #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #jjba headcanons #risotto x reader #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #jjba imagines #la squadra headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #sfw #gn reader #thank you for your patience guys #it means a lot

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coralcalypso · 2 years

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((It’s Homestuck day and I’m feeling nostalgic and a bit mushy.

I started up this blog when I was in high school to RP along side @synical way back when after we met during a Demonstuck MSPARP roleplay. It took me a bit to think about what character I wanted to play before it hit me.

I liked playing villains for AUs and stand alone scenarios, but outright villain types never really last long term on tumblr either due to eventually getting dissatisfying interactions and OOCly fading interest, death, or just not getting off the ground because it’s hard to have long term relationships when you burn every bridge.

(And to a degree there is something to be said about how female characters in general but especially antagonists are treated in roleplay spheres, but I digress.)

For a while I liked doing this ancestor session RP with pals that would be rebooted every couple of years. It was fun to try and explore the dynamic and personality of a younger )(IC and how she’d interact with the world and what the world was like when she was an heiress.

So I ended up making a blog for some variant of her, no Sgrub obviously, and figured things out from there.

Unlike Meenah, she is Alternian and only had the options of fighting for the throne or death.

And also Gl’bgolyb as an entity to influence the course of events and shift absolute power in favor of the Fuschia versus Beforus’s government.

Unlike Feferi, she didn’t have the apocalypse keeping her from eventually challenging the previous Empress.

Adult trolls still lived on Alternia and assassination attempts were still fairly common.

She’s so far back on the timeline, I could stretch my world building muscles.

So as she is, there is a blend of influences from all the Peixes as they are in canon with a healthy splash of being overly cautious about her public image since she is still in a touchy place politically.

While I’m pretty up and down with my activity on her, it’s always nice to come back sometimes.

Also man I regret a lot of my earlier choices for her in high school, but I can take it on the chin and just have her be embarrassed about being a teenager as well.

#out of coral #im just rambling on and on here

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 years

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It’s The Avengers (03x13)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 13: That One Stranger

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: eep sorry

Word Count: last weekend was a blast!! My cousins, my brother’s best friend, all of us gathered and karaoked while drunk. Bro’s bestie even brought dad in for a song and two and broke a few glasses coz he was THAT drunk. Poor dude even apologised for that.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera was coloured in darkness when it heard a troubled and tired whine. It took a second or two to come out of someone's backpack- quite possibly Javier's- to record you nearly lying over a rhino-like alien with a dinosaur-like tail. Your eyes looked sad and frustrated, your limbs tired- hanging on either side of the slow creature carrying on its own pace. A scarf was thrown over your head that ended up covering your face, making the camera shift towards the tall figure of Loki walking beside the new transportation service. His figure- with the usual black jeans and equally black shirt- was covered in a cloak that protected him from the harsh rays of the neighbouring star. "They're gone. Stop whining," he ordered without even looking at you. "The only breathing insane person you need is me."

Lulu, who was sitting over your back now, was enjoying the languid bumpy ride through the desert that was filled with little crowds around the oasis -found around every two kilometres- while his camera recorded Javier sitting on his rhino facing you guys. You pulled the scarf away from your face and pouted, letting your face rest in your palms. "But they are all so cute." A blink later you turned your eyes towards Loki and smirked. "OoooOoooh!-" you deepened your voice- "'The only breathing insane person you need is me'-" and then squirmed out loud- "you naughty-naughty. You teasing me. You naughty-naughty!" Loki turned to face you, his steps so in sync that he was right next to your face the whole time his eyes kept yours captured. "What exactly is it that made my words tease you, darling?" All the playful giggle vanished as soon as it had come. You felt your body straighten at that smirk running wild over his lips while Javier's camera caught the change in the shade of your face.

You: *annoyed* You have to be really careful how you go about joking around with Loki 'cause that son of a bitch can turn anything into something sexual. *looks at the camera* *feels a shiver go down your body*

Loki: It is *stresses* so easy to make Y/N uncomfortable. All I have to do is make her think I am thinking something impermissible and then sit back to watch her fumble. *chuckles* It's one of my many talents. *feels a confidence boost*

"You are so annoying sometimes," you muttered under your breath while scratching an itch on the back of your neck. "Sometimes I forget you get a high out of making people miserable." "Oh, no. The high is solely out of annoying you," Loki pointed out innocently. Grabbing one end of the scarf, you flipped it in the air to smack Loki's back with it. "You do not deserve any of the lava cakes I make in the future!" "Thank the Norns. They kept giving me the worst pains." "You sonova-" Another flick of your scarf was easily caught by the God to pull you towards him. You nearly fell on his chest if not for your hands landing on those pecs first.

You: *mouth opened in an 'o'* *blinks slowly* I think I grabbed his boobies. *purses lips* *thinks for a long moment* *camera pans in* *raises brows* those are some really hard boobies.

"What." Even when you were sitting on the rhino- who came to a standstill on its own at the moment, clearly sensing some heat in the moment- Loki did not have to bend his beck even a smidge to stare right into your soul. "What," you spat back a bit hesitantly, trying your best to fume, taking your hands away from his body to hide them somewhere before they were executed for their crimes. "You are being quite bold these days," he commented while wrapping the scarf around his hand, never letting his gaze falter. "I was always bold-" you shrugged- "especially when it came to anything that had to do with you." Loki chuckled. And licked his lips. The camera caught the one strong inhale you took in. "What did you expect would happen in the long run? That I would go all soft and mushy on you like those fangirls you have on earth? Stand outside your home and shout-" "Loki?" The voice wasn't yours. You could never carry that kind of sultry weight in your throat even if you wanted to. It felt like it had come with the wind. Or maybe an echo? It wasn't until you looked at Javier's camera that you looked behind you and found a woman dressed in red standing within inches of you, giving you a mini heart attack, leading to one great fall. Loki could have broken your fall if he wanted to but from the look in his eyes, he was stuck on the woman he was seeing standing a few feet away from him. Lulu's camera caught this woman perfectly. From every angle, she looked human. Her pale skin was akin to a glass moulded in the shape of a Goddess. Her thin lips were coloured a shade of purple. Her eyes a shade of blue that was darker than usual. They were less of an ocean and more of a pool hidden in the caverns that were bottomless and unexplorable. A red cloak covered her head- except for a few strands of silver hair- and the rest of her body. It was not hard to miss for the cameras recording a couple of things that happened in a little span of time; like the slipping of your scarf from Loki's hands, the rhinos excusing themselves from the scene, the nervous fluffing up of Lulu at the sight of this stranger, the sudden chill in the air in the middle of the desert making the animals- and you- shiver. On top of that, the piercing rays of the nearest star seemed to get dull by the second till the camera realised there were clouds gathering above them out of bloody nowhere.

"Is that really you? Loki...son of Odin...and son of Laufey?" "It's Freya," you whispered, internally correcting this stranger who was visibly making you quite uncomfortable. "It has been a while." She completely ignored you if she heard that. Her smile seemed to stretch from one ear to another at the sight of the God- who was evidently the only thing she wanted to see. "Aellae." It was not the name itself that produced the moment but the way it came out to make you turn towards Loki.

You: *frown at the void* It was almost like he was recalling something he had...lost. Like that one book that you repeatedly read and then it just disappeared one day only for you to find out that you had yourself kept it in an ultimate secret place that you yourself forgot about. So, when you find it you feel guilty for facing it again. *breathless* *camera pans in* *looks at Javier* does this make sense? *blinks at Javier who is signing something* *frowns harder* What do you mean why it's gotten me all worked up? I mean *stutters and points in the distance* *camera pans in Loki and Aellae standing in the distance looking at each other and not really talking much* W-who knows what's the history there. Like is she a friend or foe? Or a fr-o. *camera pans back on your face* *tsks* of course, this doesn't make sense. None of this does. *looks at the pair and crosses her arms* *fumes at no one in particular*

"I thought I-" "Lost me?" Aellae simply smiled. "You should know better than that. After all, it is me, my love." There was no hesitation in the movement of your eyes when you looked at Loki for an answer to that statement. If it wasn't for the brilliant observation of this talented boy named Javier, one would not have caught the slight movement of his eyes when he wanted to glance at you from his peripheral vision while taking in a lungful. "My love," you stressed that last word to make sure Loki understood the question scratching beneath the sarcasm. There was a slight roll of his eyes followed by him completely closing them for one elongated moment. "I have been waiting for this day," Aellae continued, making a part of you itch for completely ignoring your presence, "when I finally found you again." The tilt of her head and that hollow gaze that tried to be soft gave her an eerie touch. "And to think I was only living on your memories till now." Aellae took a step forward and stopped when she found the God taking the lead with this one. In this situation, the angle mattered a lot. Because from where Lulu stood- right on your shoulder- it looked as if this stranger had taken a step where could she step right where the distance between her and you two was the same. From where Javier stood, his camera saw Loki step towards Aellae while completely blocking you from the boy's view. But what he did record was Loki bringing forward his hands for her. That hollowness in her eyes suddenly swirled into an ounce of mild ecstasy. when she put her hands in his and felt his thumbs rest on top of the back of her palms. "It has been one long while," he concluded, forcing Javier to walk- with quite the struggle- in the sand to pan in on this confusion fused with this piercing hint of disappointment on your face.

"I'm sorry," you sputtered, "come again?" "Title of your sex tape," he muttered under his breath. "Hm?" Aellae turned in question. "Nothing, my dearest," the God assured her before turning to answer your question. "I said you are on your own now. Look for a cavern at one of the oasis and they will drop you at a shelter. Hopefully." Your head did feel the just of surprise even though the last twenty seconds of their hand-holding had you all ready for a surprise. Words were being a stubborn bitch in your lungs- never escaping your mouth right this moment and all your could do was exhale and mock a burst of laughter at those words. "And then? And then what?" Your heated brain really could not think of anything else. Loki shrugged.

You: *shouting* THAT SON OF A BITCH SHRUGGED!!! *pointing at yourself* AT ME!!!

"I don't know. Look for a rainbow." Without another word, he turned back towards the woman. Just like that. The only sound was that of the wind running through the desert as you, Javier and Lulu watched Loki walk away with this strange creature. It took a minute for the little one figure out, for when he did, he pressed his stomach and stood up on your shoulder, his heart beating faster than it usually did. And when the realisation dawned on him, Lulu jumped to the ground to take a few steps in Loki's direction and yell for him to come back.

'Member the way You used to say I was your meaning? You'd always need me

You just stood there, dried lips parted, eyes shrinking under the gaze of the star, arms dangling with nearly no life in them. For a second there, Javier felt you were about to fall, for Lulu's camera caught the boy come to your side, ready for anything that was bound to happen.

Did you forget What that shit meant? You were my answer You were what mattered

But all you did was stand there with disappearing emotions just like those two disappeared with the last sand dune in front of you. With the last silhouette of Loki gone in sand, you closed your eyes, worrying your companions for that stretched moment.

Lived at your place Know the way that I taste Yeah, you know things Yeah, you know things

"He knows," you whispered to yourself, your brows furrowing together, your fingers curling into fists.

I met your mom Even got us a dog That ain't nothing, oh

A piercing scream came out of your lungs making the little floof jump five feet into the air to land away from you while Javier's camera recorded his three-second jolts before falling straight down from his hands.

Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me, know Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me

"HE FUCKING KNOWS!!!!" Your voice was at the edge of a massive breakdown, shaking while your eyes blurred themselves in this uncontrollable rage.

You always will

"That son of a bitch knows how bad it is for me alone in a strange land," you croaked, trying to kick some sand with your boots. Javier signed something from outside the frame to you. "Hey, you're not alone. I'm here too," Lulu's camera caught his words. You looked at him for five seconds. "You lost your socks while sleeping on your first day. You were wearing those bloody socks." Javier- clearly offended but also guilty- mocked a gasp as he took a few steps away from you. The soft strings of guitar added to the air around you looking in the distance where nothing could be seen now. No one. Sand for infinity and a few oases that did not lead to him.

Feet were dragged through the stubborn sand that let won't you walk straight. All the effort that was going into being angry was now running down towards your legs. But that did not stop you from fuming so hard that the camera could catch the difference in your features.

See, I know What it is, what it is, what it is, babe

But as the camera panned over your face, it seemed more of a sullen sulk and less of that rage you had just shown.

See, I know What it is, what it is

And were those tears in your eyes that you were trying to blink away? That you were trying to hide from Javier as much as possible?

Let me miss What it is, what it is, what it isn't Let me miss it Let me miss it

Giving up, you walked towards the first oasis in your way, populated generously by desert animals and a few nomads. The tents seemed somewhat similar to those you found on earth except for the spherical air pockets surrounding them to keep them cool. One of the nomads was kind enough to open the doorway for you and bow down in their own way, making the rainbow stone in his necklace reflect the starlight right into your eyes as you entered the place. "Did some order a seven-spice rainbow with a generous dash of sexy on the side?" The light that has just left your eyes came back with a sweet gasp. "My White Knight!" you nearly choked on your own joy. .

The camera felt itself shake when the rainbow drink was kept on the table. Thanking White, you dragged the sparkly fizzy thing towards you to get a taste. "So-" White furrowed his brows licked his lips in a thought- "you're saying Loki did leave you but he did not leave you." You just nodded, your lips not ready to leave the straw. "Easy," White ordered with a serious face, receiving a pinch from Green and Orange sitting next to him without looking away from you. Both of them seemed to be caught in a sweet trance that was clearly you. And when you finally did leave the straw, the elated sigh of a content throat made both of them close their eyes and smile. "Oh, God! This is so goooood," you exclaimed as no voice came out of you. "Y/N," your White Knight called out to you, "focus." You set the drink down and straighten yourself. "Yes, sir," you whispered. "Not that much of focus," he muttered while clearing his throat, adjusting himself where he sat. Violet rolled his eyes and sighed. "What do you mean when you say he did not leave you?" You looked at Violet and put your hands on the table. "I mean that I don't think he went with that woman....goddess...witch...whatever...on his own. I think he was kinda kidnapped." All the boys- except Orange- shared a look with each other. Orange was just too engrossed in you at this point. "Are you sure he just didn't go on his own?" Green stressed. "He would be one dumb bitch to leave me alone like that," you nearly shouted before going for that unicorn juice again. "There must've been a reason." Orange nodded vigorously in agreement. "Very dumb bitch," he tsked. "Because he knows I will kill him if he did-" you sipped the cold fizz- "and if I didn't, our family definitely will." The camera panned in the emotion of slight disbelief White felt as his eyes remained hollow while that smile was still stuck on his face. It took him a few seconds to bring himself to mutter, "our...family," and scratch an itch on his neck. "So," you burped and excused yourself, "before anyone from my home flies here just to kill him, I am going to rescue him." "Whaaa-at?" Sky mutters from behind the bar counter. "Help you go after some strange and powerful witch that we have absolutely no idea about?" Javier's camera- which Javier had in his hand as he stood right behind Sky- recorded the endless stash of weapons and potions kept behind the bar right there within Sky's reach. The camera especially zoomed in on the one bundle of spears marked 'Witch skewers: Do not wash, Do not touch. Poisonous'. "And that too on such a short notice?" Sky faked a laugh.

Sky: *tired* Of course we know Loki's been kidnapped. White: *casually* Of course, we'll help Y/N. Violet: *stone face* I'm down to hunt some bad girls any day. White: *sighs* I really wish we could leave him with his kidnapper though. *pause* *everyone mumbles in agreement* *silence resumes around the table* Orange: *thinking while looking at the void* but that would make Y/N sad. *nods and pouts around the table* Red: Once we rescue him, let's kidnap Y/N. *hums of agreement around the table*

"Okay-" you place the empty glass on the table and get up to look around the table before looking into Javier's camera, "let's go save a God today."

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viltrumitesuperboy · 4 years

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Like Real People Do (Eleventh Doctor x Reader)

Gender neutral. Somewhat inspired by Like Real People Do by Hozier, aka immortal pagan god. The reader dies when they first meet the Doctor, and he seeks them out afterwards. Haha River Song who?

Word count: 2000 (I edited so it would be perfect, that’s right i’m a Writer™)

The Doctor stared at the psychic paper in his hands, the words "HELP, DOCTOR" and coordinates neatly displayed on it. Whoever left him this message had abilities, ones he didn't know about. He didn't like not knowing. So he navigated his TARDIS out of the time vortex to those coordinates and swung open the door to a blaring alarm with a few people panicking in front of him.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor! What seems to be the trouble?" he introduced himself cheerily.

"Doctor! Good, you're finally here. I would kiss you, but rules. Can't do that when we're in danger."

He turned to look at you, completely confused. You were dressed as if you were blending in with the ship's crew. You had clearly established yourself as the leader of the group because they looked at you like you would save them. It was the same way everyone desperately looked to him for answers in any of his life-threatening adventures.

"There is an attack on this ship, and every few minutes the other ship is firing at us. It's leaving holes and breaking the shields. There's not enough power to get them back up completely. I've only put them where they've broken the ship so that we don't lose oxygen. Like patching a hole in your pants but they just keep ripping somewhere else. Don't give me that confused look. Keep up."

"Sorry, ah... who are you?" he asked, following you as you led the group out of the area.

"Seriously? Time travellers. Forget that kissing thing. Anyway, no time to lose. We're going to try and communicate with the other ship because that's what you would do."

"Did you send the message on my paper?"

"Yes, of course. Like I said, keep up."

The other members of the group were questioning both the new person and the current leader of their group, and the Doctor went over a plan of what to say. You all moved forward into a narrow hallway, the Doctor following right behind you. Just then, a loud crack sounded as a shot landed right in front of you, and you cried out as the Doctor tried to grab your hand.

"No!" he shouted.

He wasn't close enough, and you were pulled out of the ship and into empty space against his will. He spotted a pad across the hallway and used his sonic screwdriver on it, bringing the shields back up where you had flown out. The hole was replaced by a dark film that covered the damaged area. It was a small blessing that he didn't have to see someone dying again.

"Who was that?" he demanded.

"We only just met-" began one of the group members.

"A name!"

"(Y/N) (L/N)," said a teenager standing in the back of the group.

"We can't mourn. Let's go."

As usual, the Doctor was able to fix the situation. He made a compromise with the other ship, led the ship with his TARDIS to the closest planet, and gave comfort to those who needed it most with his hundreds of years of wisdom. As he stepped back onto the TARDIS, he felt as though he had lost something. Well, he did. Another person's life. He searched for your name everywhere until he found you. A younger you. He didn't think you were human, but as you went about your every day life, you were blending in with the humans. You weren't wearing the clothing that blended you into the crew, and he liked your personal style. As usual, trouble came along and he was pulling you out of danger just in time.

"Hi, I'm the Doctor. Run!"

You followed him and didn't question him once. And when you followed him into the TARDIS after the threat was gone, you didn't ask about it. He knew you'd make one hell of a companion.

"Time Lord technology. Infinite space in an object," you mumbled, more to yourself.

"You... yes. And you're an empath with a telepathic field, according to the TARDIS's scans," the Doctor responded, and you nodded. "Lonely."

"One of the last of my kind. And so are you," you responded.

There was an understanding between the two of you that seemed to pass. You asked nothing about him, and he asked nothing of you. He didn't know much about your past, just the present you and what you were like. He decided you were one of the most beautiful mysteries in the universe. And for once, the Doctor didn't mind not knowing.

You traveled with him for a long time. He sometimes brought along his best friend Amy Pond and her boyfriend Rory. They became your friends as well. The Doctor would sometimes look at you with pain in his eyes, and Amy would notice. Whenever she asked what was wrong, he would instantly smile and brush it off. It was difficult for him to tell her that he was in love with a person who he already knew would die.

He taught you how to fly the TARDIS. Your smile that day seemed to brighten the room. It was either that or the ship felt the same way that he did about how wonderful your presence was. Your first idea was to bring him to a peaceful planet inhabited by only animals.

"I came here many years before I reached Earth. It's quiet and few know about it," you said.

You pulled him to a small hill to observe the field of flowers and small mammals running about in the grass. You sat down and plucked at the grass beside you.

"One of the few planets that hasn't been destroyed by another civilisation," the Doctor said.

"Oh, no, it does. In the future. Endings bring beginnings. I just liked coming here before that because I was around when other aliens started moving onto this planet. Good for us, you have a time machine, and we can come back here as many times as we want as long as our timelines aren't interfering."

He snorted and placed his hand on top of one of yours, moving it to his lap. He pressed his lips into your palm, and you gave him a small grin as he looked into your eyes. He didn't return it.

"I won't ask, but you always look so sad, Doctor. I wish I could help you."

"You look sad a lot of the time, too," the Doctor accused, "but I'm old. I'm allowed to be sad."

"I'm not as old as you, but I'm also not human. My lifespan could exceed yours and neither of us would know."

He smiled as you laughed, pressing his lips to your hand and keeping it there. Then he told you that he loved you for the first time. He giggled when you returned it, as he usually did when he was excited. There, on that field, he kissed you for the first time. And he realised what a curse it was to love someone dying.

You stayed with him even when he lost Amy and Rory. He let himself feel the pain of losing a companion for once and decided to retire. You joined him, of course. It seemed that he was experiencing many firsts with you around. You joined him as he found his Impossible Girl, who ended up becoming your Impossible Girl. This only became an issue when Clara stepped foot in the TARDIS after a few days of your own adventures, and you both shouted "Impossible Girl" at the same time. You coined her "our Impossible Girl" and the Doctor proceeded to be very mushy and soft with you, to which Clara pretended to gag and walked out of the blue box.

He never took you for granted, as you never did him. Every moment he could, he told you that you were the best thing to ever happen to him. Once in a while, when he was feeling particularly anxious after an adventure, he would face you and put his hands on your cheeks and give you a few words of love. You knew he was afraid of losing you, and you would return his worries with a squeeze of a hand or a kiss.

A day came when you told him you had some business. You entered some information into the TARDIS console and showed it to him.

"We've traveled a lot and I promised some of the people we've met some things. You can just drop me off, pick me back up when I call you," you said.

When he went quiet for a moment after checking the monitor, you started to step towards him. He looked back up to you with a grin on his face and ran around the console, slamming buttons, pulling levers, and sliding around on his boots.

"You need shoes with better traction. I love you, and I'll call you in a bit, okay?"

"(Y/N). My (Y/N)," the Doctor said, his hands now holding the sides of your neck in a gentle caress. "The best thing that has ever happened to me in all the universes. You are the best companion any Time Lord could want, and the best lover any being could ask for. I love you with your strengths and your flaws. I love you more than I could ever imagine. You finish that business, and you do it well."

"Hm. This is hardly the longest I've left you. We had a whole Earth month when I had to be there for a bit. I love you."

"I love you," he whispered back.

He pulled you into an embrace, which you returned automatically. He kissed you and you chuckled, taking the steps out of the TARDIS that would mark your final exit. This was a walk towards your death.

You, with your intelligence. You, with your empathy, no matter how well you showed it. You, with your timer ticking down. You, with both the Doctor's hearts. You, taking the Doctor's love with you.

It would only be a few days for you now, he knew. He put the TARDIS into the time vortex. The love of his life, gone within minutes upon meeting him and dying while trying to save other people. It was a death worthy of a companion and worthy to be his own. He remembered the room you shared. Bunk beds. You hated him for it.

"Doctor, we've been together for hundreds of years! Can you please, for the love of all the universe, tell the TARDIS to change it?"

"You're the empath. You talk to her."

"You're my lover, and she's your ship! Fix it!"

A bit of fiddling with the console redesigned the room. No bunk bed. Of course, you never really minded that much. You knew how much he enjoyed the human invention of a bed with a ladder. He could only laugh sadly, but it was much too early for him to be shedding tears. Perhaps he never would. He hurt and loved all at the same time. He knew the risks he took when he found you all those years ago, and he took them anyway. He never could resist a mystery, and you were his favourite one. He set his course for the first peaceful planet you brought him to, just one last time.

He pulled out the psychic paper. You began and ended your journey with him in just minutes, and began it again when he went back for you all because of the paper. His brows furrowed when he noticed that it wasn't blank like it should have been.

"HELP, DOCTOR"

Coordinates. Just a fraction of a number's difference compared to the first time he saw the same message. An empath with a telepathic field.

This was your call.

"Oh, you're brilliant. You are amazing."

He changed his course, the last lever pulled with the one word that he always used in a time of need.

"Geronimo!"

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taking a self care day and was instantly hit with temptation so u know what. here’s that dhurkemara essay. but it’ll be under a cut because i’m polite like that

the following is some canon facts sprinkled in with mostly my own headcanons and opinions. but i’m right about everything. cw for mentions of trauma and aa6 spoilers.

i should actually start this by saying that i see a lot of polycule dhurke/amara/jove or dhurke/amara/datz and while it is cute i feel a bit weird about using a poly relationship as just a “oh he has two hands” solution to love triangles. not that poly relationships aren’t valid, but it’s usually just people putting characters together without thinking about how the dynamic would even function. as if a polycule is a band-aid solution.

but that’s not important because this essay is about why dhurke and amara should just be friends (post SOJ)

i do not respect capcom or its canon, but here’s a bunch of canonical soj facts that are kinda fucked up; - when nahyuta is born, amara is 19 and dhurke is 20 - when the palace fire breaks out, amara is 21 and dhurke is 22 - there’s a gap of approximately 8 years of time where dhurke thinks amara is dead before they reunite and have rayfa (they’re each around the age of 30 at the time) - there’s a period of time anywhere from 9 months - 1 year that they’re living together again before rayfa and amara are both kidnapped - following this, dhurke never sees his wife ever again

because i have extreme brainrot, i sat down and feasibly considered the amount of time they would’ve been together. like, genuinely face to face together. if you only take into account the numbers the game gives you, then that means out of 25 years of marriage, they only see each other for about 3 of them. i tend to tack on an extra year or so for dating, but that’s still a really short amount of time, with almost all of it being before the palace fire ever happened. not to mention, they married incredibly young, and amara is royalty. typically royal families will push for children to be wed as soon as they come of age.

there’s also the fact that canonically, dhurke was not wealthy to any degree. he mentions in a throw away line having a bunch of weird odd jobs including both farmer and street performer (side note, street performer dhurke is hilarious). considering amara was basically hailed as a goddess by virtue of existing, i kind of doubt they were childhood friends or anything before that. my own hcs for how they met and got married initially tend to fall into a romeo and juliet style of mushy romance. plucky lawyer steals the heart of the queen with his humble charm and promises to whisk her away kind of thing. idk i do actually think they were very in love when they were younger, and maybe like... TOO in love, but my essay and thoughts tend to skew towards characterization through how the two of them grow through their traumas. so let’s just go in order of events here;

the palace fire

i do not care what capcom tries to tell me, dhurke has burns. if amara has a giant chest mark from being in the fire for a very short amount of time, dhurke would have full body burns from literally breaking into and out of a burning building. do you know how hot fire is? it’s fucking hot. it’s also genuinely terrifying. my point is i hc dhurke has some form of pyrophobia.

the years after the palace fire and before rayfa is born aren’t given much canon information, but it is stated that amara is convinced dhurke was out to kill her and willingly lives in the palace outside of the public eye. she’s convinced that dhurke is evil and was trying to kill her for at least twice as long as they were married. that kind of skews your perception of a person, no matter how much you might have once loved them. even if you STILL love them, it’s different. feelings change with time, and i think that’s a really fun thing to explore in fiction.

the rescue/rayfa’s birth

so here’s where i add the drama. just sprinkle it in. there’s a very sneaky line in the game that they kind of slip in during dhurke’s recounting of events around the time rayfa was born, and i have not stopped thinking about it for 2 years.

so plot wise, when apollo presses dhurke about lying about amara being dead, he talks about how he (somehow) got a tip that amara was alive and still being held in the palace. he broke in to save her and potentially run away with her, datz, and and nahyuta into safety, but they add something else in there. dhurke has a moment where he says she didn’t initially believe his innocence. and it’s kind of just played as a joke.

but because i like conflict and i do not write dhurke the same hyper-toxic-masculine way they do in canon because i think Men Should Be Allowed To Have Feelings i thought. man that must fucking suck. everyone in the entire kingdom thinks he’s the devil, and the one person he’s been doing it all for the sake of - his wife - initially doubts his innocence. of course this is obviously an understandable response. she was basically trapped and gaslit for nearly a full decade over an event that nearly cost her her own life (and would have to instead come to terms with the fact her own sister wanted her dead) but like it still. it would still suck to hear that from your spouse?

they were together for under a year, and in this time rayfa was born. this is probably my favorite window of time to explore a dhurke and amara relationship adapting because they would be such different people now. time already effects how you personally grow and adapt, but the kind of horrors they went to would drastically change them both. neither of them would be the same kids they fell in love with, and dhurke had just shipped one of his kids to america in an attempt to protect him. he’d already be down bad, but to have to deal with that, his wife not fully trusting him, nahyuta not knowing their own mother and most likely not trusting her initially, and also an entire pregnancy... that’d be an incredible amount of stress, on top of the fact they’re both living under the law.

(sidebar; because of how weird they had to twist the timeline to make it so apollo was gone before rayfa was born so they never met, i tend to headcanon this as dhurke trying to send both his kids to america to protect them, but not being able to initially send nahyuta because of their royalty status, and it quickly becoming too late.)

something else that confused me was why the hell they’d even have another kid while they’re both trying to save themselves, and that... uh. okay maybe this is an unpopular thing to say in terms of headcanon, but i actually believe rayfa was an accidental birth. like logistically, if you see your wife for the first time in almost a decade, you’re going to do Something. and you don’t have protection in the mountains. i’m just. i’m just saying.

but all of that being said, more than anything, i think they’d still be in love during this point. or more accurately, i think they’d be trying to convince themselves they’re still in love. they wouldn’t be the same people anymore, but the only thing dhurke has left is his family. it’s the thing he’s fighting for, and amara would have just been told she can’t go back to her sister for her own safety. there’s this kind of pressure to stay together for both themselves and their kids. there’s also a part where dhurke implies that the two of them were planning on trying to escape khura’in together and cross country lines before shit hits the fan.

turnabout revolution

so if you’re a coward who actually considers canon, after rayfa and amara get kidnapped, dhurke never sees them again. sure, he gets spirit channeled by amara in the final trial, but he never sees her face to face, or gets a chance to speak with her. if you’re like me and simply refuse to believe your favorite characters die, then that means there’s a 14 year gap between the next time dhurke and amara speak to each other.

what’s the first thing amara does when they see each other again? accuse him of murder.

in fairness, she’s under threat of blackmail to do so. she’s trying to protect both her children at this point, and clearly had a role to play in inga’s murder herself that she doesn’t want to admit to. but at the same time, when apollo reveals that dhurke was actively hiding evidence because he still loved her, she seemed genuinely surprised. this revelation is the thing that gets her to actually go against ga’ran’s plot. there’s also the obvious point of her picking her children’s safety over dhurke’s entire revolution, and what he’s been working on for her sake for most of his life. and honestly I thinks she made the right and most understandable choice. the real part that makes me think they wouldn’t get back together after the events of soj (provided dhurke isn’t an epic ghost guy) is,

amara chooses her own safety over dhurke’s, while dhurke chooses her safety over his own.

dhurke’s a very hopeful character, a very jovial one. throughout all his screen time, there’s no point where he genuinely thinks nahyuta has betrayed him. there’s no point where he thinks apollo isn’t capable of handling the case without him. he clearly cares a lot about his family, and would do anything for them. this includes amara. he’s not asked to hide evidence for her sake, he just does it. at the risk of undermining his entire revolution and destroying it entirely, he tries to hide evidence that’d implicate his wife of murder.

amara’s more of a realist. she doesn’t give up information until she absolutely has to. she doesn’t even admit to loving dhurke until the last moment she’s on screen. the only lines in the game she has as herself are during the trial, and half the time she’s just telling everyone how horrible and awful and terrible her husband was. and again, i must say, this would probably suck to hear.

the aftermath

the country is kind of a little fucked after soj. sure, it ends on a positive note, kind of, but there’s both a lot of political stuff to fix. and a lot of family stuff to fix. dhurke basically has to rebuild his relationship with every single one of his family members (and in rayfa’s case, from scratch). while I do think marriage is important and stuff, I don’t think it’d be... the most important.

what i’m saying is i think they’d be friends. even if they stayed married, they’d have to relearn almost everything about each other. they haven’t seen each other in forever, and also amara just threw dhurke under the bus. that’d sting! i think he’d forgive her for that, but it’d sting. knowing your partner would have willingly let you and your entire cause go up in flames sucks. it all sucks. soj is a very downer aa game.

and also i value m/f friendship a lot. i value older adult relationships a lot. i value exploring unfortunate and uncomfortable themes in learning to grow as a person and dealing with your own trauma a lot. i think there’s a lot to explore in characters like dhurke and amara. alot of people prefer thinking about the relationships between nahyuta and apollo and rayfa as siblings, which is great! but... i don’t know. i really like fictional dads. i like thinking about him getting more time with his kids. i like thinking about amara learning to become a person instead of a revered goddess. i like them becoming real people instead of just figureheads in a political war.

also i think dhurke and datz should kiss because they raised kids together in the mountains for 20 years

#thanks for coming to. something #i think about dead side character so you don't have to #dhurke sahdmadhi #amara sigatar khura'in #soj spoilers

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