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Honkai Star Rail 2.1 Liveblog

Link to my 2.0 Liveblog here!

I'm having too much fun with these. They're a great, low-cost substitute to running streams on Twitch.

Before we begin...

A Quick Recap of HSR 2.0:

The Express landed in Penacony, though not without the Trailblazer accidentally getting absorbed into Acheron's dreamscape for a bit. We were greeted quietly by Misha the bellboy. Then we had some check-in troubles that were quickly resolved by the IPC's Aventurine, in which he gave us his room, and met Sunday of the Family and the slightly hoarse Robin, at which point that Himeko and Welt began to suspect that something was seriously afoot. They discuss these concerns with March and the Trailblazer, stating that they believe that a former Nameless sent them a distress call. Inside our room, Aventurine points out that he knows what the Traiblazer is (gay a Stellaron) and wants his new "friend" to repay him somehow, but he's stopped by Acheron.

After sinking into the dreamscape for the first time, we Yamcha'd onto the ground and got acclimated to the place thanks to the angel siblings, then met Firefly being cornered by the Bloodhound Family. Gallagher chased them off, and we decided to go on a fun personal tour/date with Firefly. In the middle of our tour, we met Sampo (actually Sparkle in disguise) who got us into weirder trouble, involving sending us into a dream where we had to save a bunch of trash cans from a giant Sampo. Sampo left us a warning about Firefly and Penacony's dreamscape before disappearing when we went to console Firefly about her lies to us. A Clockie meme came to us asking for help, after which we followed it to rescue Misha and Acheron who were being cornered by more, uh, I think they were more Bloodhound Family. We then followed Firefly to a beautiful outlook in an area under construction in the dream, where we took a cute selfie together and learned about Firefly's Entropy Loss Syndrome condition.

After attempting to exit the dream at the behest of the Nameless family, we meet Sampo (actually Sparkle in disguise) who un-Sampos herself and KO's the Trailblazer. The Trailblazer and Firefly find themselves in the Primal Dreamscape, where we hear strange and creepy voices about a hide-and-seek game with someone named Mikhail and someone who desperately needs help. However, we're then attacked by Something Unto Death and then rescued by Black Swan. After beating up Death together, she sends us back to the real world and meets up with the Nameless, stating she wants to ally with them in this crazy chess game between factions. It's also possible that whoever sent the distress call to the Astral Express opposes the Family and desires our involvement. Welt shares the location of the anomalies in the Dreamscape Reverie Hotel (information received from Silver Wolf) and we hop back in alongside Black Swan. While in the Dreamscape Reverie, we meet Acheron and travel alongside her. Black Swan realizes that Firefly is also in the same area and is in danger. We try to rescue her, but Something Unto Death appears and stabs her. (can't wait to go back to the express and tell dan heng that "my first girlfriend was taken by death" and for him to go "that's rough, buddy")

After like 0 time to mourn, Black Swan helps us retrace Firefly's steps, at which point we learn that she may have been working with someone and was betrayed by them. We find numerous charred monsters, and find Stellaron Hunter Sam, who battles the Trailblazer, Black Swan, and Acheron. While Acheron goes ham against Sam, Black Swan teleports us elsewhere, where we find Aventurine again. After briefly thinking that Black Swan betrayed us, Aventurine and Black Swan explain that they actually wanted to rescue Trailblazer from Acheron. Acheron is an Emanator (they're not sure of what, but I think it's Nihility) and she killed the boss of the Destruction-following Ever-Flame Mansion and stole their invitation. According to them, she can't be trusted. Aventurine then takes us to the "truth" in the dreamscape, which is Robin's dead body lying in a dreampool.

Several other cutscenes happen away from the Trailblazer's notice. First, Dr. Ratio who came with Aventurine asks what the hell his plan is, before disappearing. In another, Sparkle uses Space Racism and asks Aventurine how an executive of the IPC, Penacony's original owner and possible enemy, managed to get on the Family's good side long enough to get an invitation. In a third, Sparkle tries to ally with Sunday, who learned his sister died, but Sunday brushes her off and says he intends to kill whoever is responsible for killing his sister.

Some theories:

There might be more to Misha than meets the eye. First, the person visible in the "Mikhail" cutscenes wasn't Firefly, it looked fairly close to Misha. Second, I'm not quite sure why, but Misha might be invisible to almost everyone in the Dreamscape. Trailblazer was the only one who could see the memetic entity Clockie, and that Clockie was the only one who ever mentioned that Misha needed help. When you went to rescue him, the scene could have appeared as though Acheron was the one being surrounded by the gang if Misha weren't around. And besides that, neither Firefly nor Acheron could see Misha, though Acheron claimed that she could sense something next to her- while it could have been Clockie, there's a good chance it was Misha if he was a memetic entity. There's other evidence, like the fact that the Bloodhound Family's target was a "lad with silver hair" which roughly matches Misha's description (very roughly) and the hints that Misha's grandfather may have been an adventurer aboard the Astral Express.

Are Sam and Firefly the same person or alter egos in one body? There's a possibility. Firefly implies that she might be the Trailblazer's enemy on account of hunting down the Watchmaker's Legacy, but why would she say that? Could it be because she's part of the only true enemy faction to the Nameless that's on Penacony? Furthermore, in Sam's boss fight, he starts fighting the Trailblazer but tells them to tell other people in the real world about who defeated them. That lightly implies that people cannot die in the dream world if they're stabbed, for example. At the same time, the official report that explains what happened to Firefly and Robin was "Death has taken them", not "they were killed". And that's actually part of the mechanics of Something Unto Death- it can actually capture your party members, keeping them alive but unable to fight until you free them. Third, Firefly claims that she was stuck in a hospital room with a chronic illness, while Sam is a genetically engineered warrior. Genetic engineering and a robot suit sounds like a perfect cure for chronic illness in this high-tech universe. Fourth, Firefly's color scheme is white and black with some green accents and an orange-and-yellow cross-shaped tie on her chest. That perfectly describes Sam! Fifth, MHY is seriously allergic to giving us characters that don't jive with the Five Standard Humanoid Models, and their solution for robot characters like Svarog is to attach them to a humanoid model like Clara. Firefly has shown herself to be incapable in a fight in the main story so far- it's possible her true abilities lie with Sam. That could be true! Or I could be totally wrong. Possibly sixth, the group chat I'm in has had three separate arguments about mistranslations, and one of them said that Gallagher actually said the Bloodhound family was searching for a "silver man", not a "man with silver hair". If Sam is Firefly, he could have reverted to his Firefly form to evade capture.

Aventurine is lying about something. I find it a little weird how the Trailblazer was grilled so hard over not having RSVP'd by name, but according to Aventurine, Acheron got in just by giving the front desk a stolen music box. That wouldn't be possible if the security procedures were so tight that the Trailblazer couldn't enter even with all three of the other Nameless guests vouching for them. One of those has to be a setup. Furthermore, even though she's one of the galaxy's most powerful thief clowns, how did Sparkle get in if security was really that tight? Basically, there's something wrong with that statement. Either Acheron really did get in with just a music box, meaning that the front desk troubles were a setup (to put the Trailblazer in Aventurine's debt?) or something is wrong with Aventurine's story about how Acheron obtained her invitation. It's also important that the IPC has motivations to mess with Penacony's affairs, given that Penacony itself is basically a colony that broke free of the IPC's control.

What's up with the secret ending? There is so much weird stuff with the secret ending. First, it's implied that no one is who they say they are. Question marks exist for every single Penacony character mentioned except for Sparkle. We know from the rules of the Dreamscape that it is, in fact, possible to disguise yourself as someone else or impersonate someone within the dream. The logistics of doing so are unknown, but based on the "don't enter the Dreampool naked" clause (yes i'm actually making it relevant here) it probably just involves disguising yourself physically as the target. Second, the IPC is mentioned to be plotting something, and is the ill-intentioned party here. Third, "special thanks" go to Robin and Sunday- they aren't "actors" like the others- are they sponsors, hosts, supporters? And Robin is mentioned too- since Acheron mentioned that even dead people can manifest in the dream, does Robin only stay alive as a living memory? Finally, after all is said and done, it's implied that the Astral Express crew never leaves Penacony, and stays in the dream forever. That means that learning the truth (that Robin has been taken by Death- I'm not sure if she's actually dead) is the only way we can keep on going. By the contrarian principle, we'll only uncover the truth if we aid the IPC- which will be kinda shitty of us. Either way, I only foresee future political tangles.

Robin and Firefly aren't dead. I promise this isn't copium. A good part of my evidence is that "death has taken them" was used to describe both of the ways they died, that Something Unto Death incapacitates your party members but never outright kills them, and the fact that Sam hints that dying in the dream world won't necessarily kill you in the real world. There's also a line (was it from Sunday or Black Swan?) that stated that a person's soul can be snuffed out in the dream world to kill a person in real life. What role this will play in the future, I'm not sure of. But I do have some theories. First, Something Unto Death is just hunting indiscriminately, and happened to attack both Robin and Firefly. That would be boring, though. Second, Something Unto Death is akin to an attack dog hunting specific targets at the whims of a mastermind. That would be slightly less boring, and leave the question of who the mastermind is up in the air. I have no answer to that one, I'm afraid. But if it's a good illusion of death, it could be used to push forward an agenda.

Who is the real mastermind? It could be anyone! AAAAGH! Metatextually, I actually suspect The Family- Robin and Sunday working together. I mean, when's the last time angels lost a battle against mere mortals, especially when they're really good at warping narratives in this instance? I've never seen a piece of media where the characters symbolized with angels weren't very good at staying on top of every situation. There aren't even any demons around like in Bayonetta. Otherwise, it could be the obvious choice of the IPC (*Benoit Blanc voice* "The IPC are not idiots." /ffw/ "The IPC are idiots!"), maybe Acheron who is named after one of the rivers of death, literally maybe an Emanator of death. Maybe it's Black Swan but I kind of doubt it. Maybe it's Sparkle looking for a spot of fun. It's not Misha. Misha is a precious bean. Although that rule kind of bit me in the ass the last time I picked up a Danganronpalike. It's not Gallagher either. They never give masterminds facial hair. Could it be Firefly herself? That would be so funny and so tragic that I kind of hope it is now. My theory is, it's either the IPC itself, Sunday and Robin working together to deceive everyone, or the Watchmaker acting through Misha.

My fucked-up-angel enjoying self is being well-fed. I cannot wait to watch Sunday cook.

That's all for now. Let's begin.

Beginning of Liveblog

*sigh* Oh right, Robin's dead body!

??? So that vision of Robin is supposedly just a memory. She's not actually lying dead in that dreampool. But she is dead, supposedly- has been for a long time. And Aventurine believes someone killed her because only someone incredibly powerful could have broken past the Family's security systems. (I'm not sure if that's the case, as I stated before, because my number one suspect is someone in the Family!)

I was joking before the splash art for Harmony Trailblazer was leaked that they'd better not have all of the Penacony characters fighting together with a weapon like they had for the Preservation Trailblazer splash art. Because these bitches weren't fighting together, they were at each others' throats the entire time.

I mean I'm not sure if I should trust Black Swan (the memokeepers keep antagonizing my found family sister!!!) but she is the most trustworthy person here. If she trusts Aventurine I trust him a little bit more.

... what did I just FUCKING tell you. What the fuck else could Aventurine be here for. That's right, he wants to take back this freed prison for the IPC. And he'd better not give us any SHIT about- oh, yup, he's like "it's because of the murder" bitch you work for space amazon, shut your mouth, you'd be obsessed over target's forensic department and the clever way they manage to prosecute shoplifters

Well, I do agree with trying to figure out who killed Robin and my girlfriend. Well, "killed". They're putting many quotations around "Death". Like I said in my theory section I think Robin isn't dead.

yeee bribes

Black Swan: That sounded like an enticing deal, right?

Trailblazer: Yeah, sure?

Black Swan: I'm sure you remember what Topaz tried to pull on Belobog?

Trailblazer: Can the people in this conflict stop switching sides for FIVE MINUTES?!

"she is the most special guest at this banquet" says the lady who had a big gay dance with her

"it's best to keep your distance from her" says the lady who had a big gay dance with her with lots of black and red and predator/prey symbolism where she was the prey

I do NOT think acheron is the mastermind. Acheron may be purple like Something Unto Death, but she has more flower and black-and-white death symbolism than eye symbolism. Like I said before, I think it's the Family- Robin and Sunday working together.

A card that can guide you! ... this is some tears of themis shit. actually no wait i'm pretty sure the playing card guy isn't the one with spy gadgets...

"Then... I've something private to take care of regarding that Galaxy Ranger." you mean another big gay dance?

"Help" that single word broke my heart. march i am SO sorry for worrying you, you precious bean.

AWWW even dan heng's worried!!! awww even grandpa!!! AUUUU

THEY'RE ALL HAPPY IM OKAY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

MOM DAD BESTIES ILYYYY

"A Family representative". My first thought was "oh shit i want to meet them, do all of the family reps have wings?". My second thought was "oh shit is it sunday?".

A flashback???

"Do you still dream, hunter?"

*jokes about ifrit's potentially badly animated skull in the group chat again*

Why is Acheron being nice to Ifrit? Or questioning his morality or some shit? I sorta thought she came in like a wrecking ball, pulled a Yusuke/Ann Showtime on everyone inside, snatched the box, and disappeared in a matter of moments.

Duke Inferno: please stop stalling. i'm old. just kill me. i follow the path of destruction, do you think i have a retirement plan? please just kill me

(number of times i've made a joke about a retirement plan while liveblogging a hoyo game... 2.)

"May death be the end of your boundless dream, guiding you back to the waking world." Shit, who said that? Someone said that before. Who said that?

Oh? Oh here it is? Is it here? Is Sam finally going to take the armor off and reveal himself as Firefly? How will it look? Is the helmet just going to come off and it'll be like that picture of Reinhardt Overwatch's body that's supposedly inside his armor?

Oh. Ohhhhhh. Alliances. Looks like Sam and Acheron have a bit of an understanding now. Even though Acheron wants to help Sam, knowing who is under that armor, Sam says no. But he does tell Acheron that the Family is responsible for everything. (Was anyone really surprised?)

"Get all of the Astral Express to track down the grand legacy" *soft gasp* we're dragging dan heng out of that train and taking him to interstellar fantasy las vegas with us.

I never put this theory down, but sometimes Acheron's text appears in red. I'm now convinced that Acheron is referring to a different self when that red appears.

*four Nameless standing in a circle with sad eyes* this is the closest we'll get to a group hug

Himeko's right that the two murders appear to be different in nature. Robin's feels straight up targeted.

*soft gasp* mystery solving time with the found family i LOVE mystery games so so so much. Anyway play AI The Somnium Files and its sequel, then consider picking up the Ace Attorney Trilogy and The Great Ace Attorney which is the series at its best and most stylish.

footnote: if i say family assume it's mom, dad, sister, brother, bnuuy, and galactic baseballer raccoon. if i say Family assume it's the Family who's ruling over Penacony.

Himeko and Welt: *discussing politics*

March: I don't know my way around any of this, do you, Stelle?

Stelle: I just hit anyone who tries to hit me.

awww march loves me :3

ITS COOL YOU CAN BULLY ME WHENEVER HAHAHAHA

THAT'S A LOTTA MONEY HAHHAHAHHAHHA

Soooo, let's unweave this. Aventurine says (says.) that he's after nothing except reclaiming Penacony for the IPC. He's now teamed up with the Trailblazers, who he's tasked with finding the truth about Robin's death for the sake of leverage. He thinks (or says he thinks) Acheron is the real enemy here, which I don't fully agree with at this point. Acheron and Sam now have a bit of an alliance going.

Once again, everyone is suspicious, and March, thank you for bringing up the possibility that Robin isn't dead. Although if Taylor Swift died the world would feel the same. That she can't be dead, how can she be dead?

THANK YOU, HIMEKO. THERE IS NO GUARANTEE THAT IF YOU DIE IN A DREAM YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE. ALSO IF ROBIN HAS BEEN DEAD FOR QUITE SOME TIME, THEN WHO'S THE ROBIN WE MET IN THE LOUNGE

WHAT. Now that's a plot twist. Acheron... knows Welt?

bitch, welt straight up said "i will chuck your body into a black hole and spaghettify you if you don't tell me who you are and what you're up to right now"

Now even Acheron's allying with us, or offering us information. Even she thinks that the Family is behind all of it. And that the truth is closely tied to the Trailblaze- like how Misha's grandfather was a former Trailblazer, and is possibly the founder of Penacony?

"Wake the Heck Up" is a great drink name LMAO

hearing all these pretty english voices saying "wake the heck up" is funny

time for aventurine lore! i love corporate propergander

oh this ain't corporate propergander this is just SAD

oh dr ratio hasn't fucked off completely. and he... actually gets along well enough with other people.

confirmation: if you die in a dream you do not die in real life! you just wake up! wait does that mean that since trailblazer didn't wake up after getting yamcha'd, that they could actually survive a 30 story drop?

or, in so many words, something has been weird about robin for a while. according to sparkle, robin (who actually sings through telepathy) is a "mute", but aventurine actually saw her die, and was suspected for it. and now sunday wants to see him again. but aventurine will just roll with the punches because he's got the mentality of uhhhhh some guy who manages to find the best side to every situation.

uh.

wait. this is sunday's mansion? aventurine, this is the mansion of the most powerful man in penacony, where the families meet to discuss plans for penacony. and you're walking in there, on the invitation of the leader, to meet him, ALONE. while you're being tentatively blamed for his sister's murder. while you want to question him about something he's desperate to cover up. i've watched playthroughs of several different yakuza games. i didn't like them, but that's how i know, AVENTURINE YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE.

*soft gasp* they're pulling a 13 sentinels

(guy who's only ever played 13 sentinels) getting a lot of 13 sentinels vibes from this

(play 13 sentinels, it's fantastic and the main theme sounds like this)

LMAO these two friends bantering over an extremely obvious hint to the puzzle downstairs

somehow this moment is reminding me of a time I was in elementary school and we were playing apples to apples (cards against humanity for kids) and someone put down "ants" on a "big" card or vice versa and loudly proclaimed "ants are very big" and a teacher chewed them out for not taking the game seriously. and then i got upset and i said ants are big compared to a molecule or something (i knew many big words as a kid lol. anyway if you're a public school teacher know that i will either love you forever or i will actually fight you over the shit you put me and my classmates through)

I know it's ridiculous to apply my own angel-related tropes (I'm a writer, and in all of my source material, angels are evil. Literally almost always. To the point where a character who has wings is usually really fucked up.) but I was thinking. Everyone is insisting that Robin died against her will, except for March. March may be good at foreshadowing unintentionally, but I think it's also a possibility that Sunday was willing to sacrifice his own sister for his greater good. I mean that literally happens in one of my works, The City of Hands, where an angel sacrifices his sister...

the moment i saw that zoom effect i KNEW. i fucking KNEW

HAHAHAHA NOW WHO'S THE GIANT SAMPO NOW- it's ratio

oh my god there are little robot dudes LOL

all i want to be, is someone is gets to see, a giant ratio

dr ratio, britishly: my learned friend wouldn't quit his blathering

in line with everything being gay in penacony, "the view here (of ratio's giant body) is breathtaking"

"it's a pity you made it out of the sandpit alive" glad to see you too buddy

"Are you prepared?" bitch are we about to FIGHT HIM??? That was like third on my list of things that would happen. I was sure it would be either a smooth talk or Sunday pulls out a gun and shoots Aventurine.

Sunday: Stop using your doctor to cheat my puzzles.

Aventurine: Stop using your puzzles to cheat me out of an audience!

Random, but my favorite genre of Sunday fanart is "covered in blood and gore and/or turned into some kind of rpgmaker horror monster". I like it when angels kill people. It validates me somehow.

oh right they stole his fucking cornerstone

Sunday expelled A 2nd-level spell shot to cast Zone of Truth!

OH SHIT HE'S EVOKING THE CAPITALIZED PRONOUNS. IN CHRISTIANITY THOSE ARE THE BIG GUNS

bord

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit he's GOING IN

oh my god damn, this scary angel

SYSTEM HOURS AGO??

DR RATIO???

Wait. WAIT. THEY KNOW ABOUT THE STELLARON??? THEY HAVE INFORMATION???? DO THEY KNOW THAT THERE IS A STELLARON HIDDEN INSIDE THE BASEBALL BABY'S BODY

Didn't Aventurine say he brought more than one Cornerstone?

oh. OH. OHHHHH. THATS A TOPAZ NOT AN AVENTURINE.

i'm enjoying watching sunday cook. this is fantastic

oh my god. sunday decided he's putting aventurine in his very own psychological saw trap he has 17 hours to live as himself because he's either going to lose his head or lose his life unless he maybe possibly gets good information and oh my god damn sunday is KILLING IT

can we start murdering space amazon now

oh hey topaz

OH. the two bloodhound kids weren't after sam or firefly, but topaz? did they know she would be coming?

HUNGWY

aaaaaaand my found family proceeds to learn that i've basically punched every single guard, robot, weird fakey gangster, and meme in penacony before they even got back to me

aaaaand my found family proceeds to be horrified at my clockwork power. himeko, march, i am SO sorry this is how you had to find out.

... Oh my god.

Okay. Here's the funny thing. I've always been like "if there's a character themed after the colors red or green with brown hair, who wears a suit, and is an office worker, and has a little girl as a subordinate, there's a really good chance they're either the mastermind or Supremely Fucked Up. I call this the Sosuke Aizen Crack Prediction Rule and it's almost never failed me. It doesn't even fail me when the subject is a woman. And if there's no character that matches that stat set exactly, it's always the one closest to that description. So, literally Gallagher. And in the hidden ending, even Gallagher was given question marks. If he is ACTUALLY the traitor to the Family, I am PISSED at myself for not seeing this coming because "this is a gacha game and normal rules don't apply".

welt and acheron!!!

acheron: this place sucks. this place fucking sucks. everyone is sad and lonely and they hide it under a veneer of glitz and glamour. time has stopped and it should be going

hi3rd lore. i don't know anything about hi3rd.

so i know acheron is an expy of raiden mei (?) from hi3rd, so does that mean that this one shares her memories or something? also who was the spiritual adam, does he have an expy in this game?

black swan

he said BULLETS. IT'S THE CYBORG SPACE COWBOY

Aventurine: Dream capitalism is trying to kill me! ... It's time to pull out my ultimate weapon... dream socialism.

aventurine? you good buddy? you look like you snorted too much god

unexplained coma. yup, that's when you die in the dream in literally every other thing ever! you coma in real life. the fact that this guy ended up waking up later makes me think that his "soul" was replaced with someone else.

Oh Love Is A Woman? Well Death Is A Monster Covered In Eyes That Stabs You In The Gut. (Costs $49.99 at Dr. Edward's.)

this capitalist is becoming a christian by force LMAO. thanks sunday you're feeding my love for evil, fucked up angels very very well

oh right soulglad is alcoholic. well that's bullshit! i was hoping it tasted like tractor soft drink peach beverage! or sweet tea!

aventurine is slowly dying and the filter around his face is getting worse~

i've never met elon musk in my life, or jeff bezos, or steve jobs, but i know all three of them would hate to die slowly watching their own mind slip away painfully

hi sparkle, don't be racist this time lol

there are two mutes- so two telepaths. the other one is a "he". so, sunday? NO, IT'S MISHA! MISHA CAN'T BE HEARD BY ANYONE AND HE'S BEEN SPEAKING TO THE TRAILBLAZER THIS WHOLE TIME!

My theory now is that the Family has been growing and maintaining its ranks by taking the souls of people who go in, replacing them with impostors of some sort, and either killing or putting to work the people inside. That's what they mean by "people whose voices aren't heard".

YAY SPACE SLAVERY D:

i'm so glad gallagher has eye candy for lesbians at his bar too

oh, she's (they're?) halovian, like the angel twins, but minus the wings.

yeah she's just as cool as serval :D

definitely not a gender i want (i'm not into bright pink and checkerboard patterns) but someone out there is losing their minds at this banger of a gender

either march is a big lesbian or she thinks it's the highest of compliments when a girl compliments her.

bartenders waxing poetic about bartending is always really funny to me. i've never had a good drink in my life ever except for either white or red wine, and the few times i've been very drunk i've done some really stupid things.

some of the greatest joys of this game are just running around with your silly siblings doing silly things like "playing with kids" and "going in a fighting ring" and "chasing a dog around" and "being in a bar for the first time"

siobhan keeps pulling lesbians that's how you know it's real

amiky keeps saying "this is a run down bar" like girl i've SEEN a run-down bar. okay i haven't but i KNOW what they look like

*generic yakuza karaoke companion clapping animation while gallagher is mixing drinks*

MIKHAIL. i wonder if that appears with the other options too...

dad you're spilling all the tea :) you're the best dad ever

you know it just hit me that re: the crack prediction rule, siobhan is gallagher's subordinate. anyway it seems he's selling out the family so uhhhhh whatever i guess he hasn't like, killed anyone or something. usually even if a crack prediction rule character isn't the mastermind, they've usually done something that would make anyone who went to jail for murder terrified of them

the family and the watchmaker aren't aligned. so that means that the end of patch 2.0, where sunday says "i'm going to do something fucking crazy, yada yada yada, and i will deliver this news to you personally, watchmaker" wasn't a promise to a godlike figure he serves, but a THREAT.

well, i mean, everyone predicted that mikhail was the watchmaker, but a shameful stain on its history and the betrayer of the family???

dad you're the best for taking us to a theme park :) other dad is the best too but he's somewhere else right now

as a writer it doesn't surprise me that the clockie cartoon characters are based on real people. hanu and clockie were freedom fighters. i mentioned in my last post that boss stone was likely an expy for the ipc, and origami bird, hamster ball racer, i'm not sure

IM THIRTEEN

so, to summarize, in a past adventure, it's likely that mikhail, an old trailblazer, helped free penacony and then settled here. gallagher was one of his "children", whatever that means (probably in a more adoptive sense, like how families work here). the oak family (the one sunday leads) set them up for something. the bloodhound family left. that's how you get a bloodhound family that's still loyal to the watchmaker, and an oak family (and every other family) that hates him. Someone has inherited the watchmaker's title (likely Misha)

auuuugh keeping track of what everyone knows is a hassle

Meanwhile, Grandpa and Acheron have broken into Sunday's mansion Yakuza style and beat up everyone inside-

did sunday murder his own sister or something

Notes on murder victims in Sunday's study.

AAAAAA THE LIGHT CONE OF HIM WATCHING ROBIN PUT ON A SHOW WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE AAAAA THATS SO CUTE

Robin herself was investigating Death??? Bro, Sunday fucking killed her. The only other important Family character here is Gallagher. No one else is not an NPC. No one else we know of has that much power to even mess with Robin's telepathic voice. Sunday fucking killed her.

Oh Okay, so Aventurine's in the theme park.

HELLO MOMMY- wow, rich people suck universally.

You know, every time we hear about this elusive Diamond, I just imagine White Diamond from Steven Universe. T-posing. Big. White.

THEY'RE KILLING AND REPLACING. AAAAAAA

really great that aventurine has never once forgotten that sunday is the one doing this to him

the words

watching aventurine suffer is equal parts morbid and fun

who would win? The Head of the Family, A Powerful Halovian Who Holds The Power of Harmony In His Palm, Obsessed With Control, or 1 green stoney counterfeit boi

that's smart, he actually smuggled in both of the green stones, he just left the jade one intact so sunday would find it and think it was aventurine.

"whew you are nuts" whew he is nuts

aventurine: i'm running from this newborn seed of uhhhhh idk whatever sunday put in me (this is NOT mpreg i swear) while arguing with it about my past while it tries to take over my body and the only way to escape (i think) is by. turning into a cartoon character and acquiring a rocket launcher

what exactly is his plan? it sounds like he's planning to sacrifice something big, maybe even himself, to give the ipc something they're going to need or want in exchange for his freedom. he needs the trailblazer (stellaron) and an emanator (acheron) to clash to get it. but someone will die. who knows who

isn't there like one random bauble or trinket description that states that the family's greeting place is a stage or something

back to the trailblazer, yay, we're meeting up with acheron and WOW she's short compared to welt

i love how they're like "where could aventurine be?" and aventurine's like "hellooooooo i'm at this specific place"

Welt: The hour of trailblazing is upon us.

Trailblazer: 420 Trailblaze It

Welt: What

Trailblazer: What

THIS MUSICS BANGIN'

"Mommy, look, I'm on TV!" Mommy is right behind you. She's also on TV.

Trailblazer can't kill their mom, grandpa, and bestie! They just can't do that! If they do, the only person left is the guy who hates talking!

WEAPONS: SUMMONED. SPOTLIGHTS: ON. DODECAHEDRONS: OUT...? CUNT: SERVED.

himeko's orbital cannon works in the dream world???

what the hell is he about to do

oh no acheron's about to pull out the big guns

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD

DID SHE JUST KILL HIM. DID SHE JUST ACTUALLY KILL HIM

my head hurts trying to comprehend all of these somewhat heavy philosophical concepts.

aventune's precious bean of a past self

wait so is he dead? i don't know. i can't tell

hi sam

yup. there it is. sam and firefly are the same person

gallagher, walking through sunday's mansion: wow what the hell is wrong with the guy that owns this place amirite

if i'm right that sunday is the killer, he's going to die. like i know aventurine didn't but he's going to die. sunday has every reason to kill him.

wHAT did i just fUCKING say

... are you fucking serious

literally i would have had gallagher clocked as the killer based on the fact that he has the character design of a killer but i was like "nahhhh there's no way it's probably something unrelated" but ARE YOU SERIOUS HE'S ACTUALLY THE KILLER

WHAT

WHO DIED???

Post-Liveblog Thoughts

someone wanna explain to me what the fuck just happened

no for real what the fuck just happened.

uhhhhhh i'll be back in a bit

First, it has been a hilarious trend with me that the character whose design I love for no reason, whose gender I need for no reason, who I find really, really cool for absolutely no reason, turns out to be a serial killer. It has happened in almost every game I've played with a serial killer. Even the ones that don't follow the Crack Prediction Rule. Like, note to friends reading this- if i ever like a character with brown hair or think they're cool or lowkey Would, they're probably a serial killer. Or a serial kidnapper. Or they love torturing people. Or something equally fucked up. Literally at this point if I say I like a character but never elaborate, they've killed several people. Oh my god why does this keep happening.

If Sunday's dead, wow I did not expect that. Sunday implied that "Gallagher" wasn't real- he was actually someone or something else using a collection of traits as a disguise. So, what is he? Is he a meme? Is he the Watchmaker? Or is he a different person entirely? If Gallagher's dead, there's something else and someone else at work that was just eliminating him for the sake of covering up evidence. I still think there's some kind of actual thinking, feeling mastermind at work and it's not just some monster or bad phenomenon. As for what the next arc is going to be, we know that the Express crew hasn't found who the killer is yet. That's probably the next step once the Trailblazer returns to reality- especially since now, we as the player are very, very close to chasing down the killer ourselves.

I joked before that "it would be really funny if Sunday unleashed these threats against whoever killed his sister and then did absolutely nothing" and that joke was actually half right- he never succeeded in cathartically annihilating his sister's killer. Though he did do that incredibly fucked up stuff to Aventurine (Zone of Truthed him and also literally put a time limit on his life while torturing him with visions of his past and future), so I'm still satisfied.

Also, Firefly is not dead! Firefly, who got gutted by Death, is not dead! That opens up the possibility that Robin and whoever else just got gutted is also not dead!

I'd love to know what happened to Aventurine. It seems to me that he decided to give up on his ambitions after risking it all to basically destroy any semblance that the people of Penacony had that death was impossible within the Dreamscape. So, is HE dead now? Because it looks to me like Acheron never intended to kill him in the first place, and if he is dead, he made that choice himself.

Sparkle is Sparkle.

No Misha this patch, even though he's definitely relevant to the story. He's probably return for 2.2, when we try to actually figure out what the Watchmaker's Legacy is while tracking down the killer. Since he's very clearly related to the Watchmaker.

We'll be getting Boothill next patch. I need to see how this cowboy's introduced. Please let it be as funny as Trailblazer getting Yamcha'd. And maybe Black Swan will be working with him. Also, it turns out that Constance, Dubra, Akash, and Katarina are still relevant in part. There's a possibility we might see them in future worlds.

#honkai star rail #this one is a DOOZY of a read #please do not read this unless you've finished the quest. my mental breakdown is SO much funnier if you already know #liveblog

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gloomysundays0930 · 1 year

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How it feels to live in AZ sometimes. Rambling sesh take 1

I hate living in AZ. The ppl here really make you feel like garbage. Not 1 person truly cares for the other individual. They pretend! They fake it til they make it. This state is beautiful, it has so much culture and agriculture. But it is overrun by the selfish and greedy. They segregate themselves a lot too. Everyone I have met has done me dirty in some way and so many people here are liars. Idk why, they just do and they have made themselves believe that it is a real thing. They use the phrase if I don't remember it didn't happen. This state is a father state, which should tell you right there it once was a mother state til the hoeish woman fucked it up. I have cried more in a day than I have in a week's time in my home state. That place is even more fucked up. I am constantly doing good for others and myself and still I meet cowardly narcissistic rude ppl. Most of the time I'm forced to meet them. With some ppl there's a fuckin initiation or like a trial run,, idk it's fucking stupid. You have got to be a shitty ass person if you assume others are bad ppl because you looked at them a certain way. How rude is that? I used to be a nice person, always smiling, and thinking bout happy things. Since I moved to AZ it's been 3 going 4 years and I have had a few good times but overall I'm fucking miserable. You want to be alone in the middle of nowhere around other inverted ppl that trying to be alone but they're stuck in a city where they're packed in together. This is your state. Unless you're native and you own your land then you can disappear from others to escape, if not then you're stuck here like the rest of us. This blog helped me realize that I have learned to let go more often. So I wouldn't feel so destructible inside. I also realized I have wasted so much time venting that I have interrupted my study time.

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rrandomtthings · 2 years

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it's a magical world okay? bear with me I have ideas

the lands are alive, people behave with them like people. the kingdoms have something or the other setting them apart, like some have good metals that is exclusive to that place etc etc

the kingdom izuku lives in is surrounded around crystals. pretty crystals that can be found around the kingdom, growing everywhere. but the rarest are the best, and they're found in caves in deep mountains. you can't just take the crystals, you have to ask the land. if the land agrees, it'll give it to you. if it doesn't, no matter how hard you try, you can't take it. izuku's kingdom trades these crystals.

izuku is an almost prince. like they aren't royal family, but the townspeople hold them in equally high regard. he wasn't born a prince, he was born poor, but after his father left inko and him, inko remarried toshinori who is a very wealthy merchant. he used to be a merchant, but after an attack on his ship years ago in which he was injured, he himself stepped down. he has people who run his business, but he doesn't exactly go out there anymore.

he's around 20-ish and he's been promised to the prince from a faraway kingdom, people who control clouds. it's a rare gift, to be able to control a part of the world. it's a very common sight to see people using clouds to travel in that kingdom, and the power isn't limited or anything, if the kingdom accepts a person from another place as their own, they get the power.

izuku himself has never been there. he's heard things, about the beauty of the kingdom, about the green hills and the rivers whose waters sparkle in the light and deep dark forests. most of all, he's heard about the clouds, that are white when the kingdom is happy and prospering, and the people who treat them as their own. clouds that bring lighting and destruction when things are going wrong.

izuku thinks it's beautiful. not that his kingdom isn't, they have oceans and snow-capped mountains that glisten like diamonds when the sun rises, but like people say, change of scene

(they're dressed like the fantasy au so you know how they look)

one day, about a year before his set marriage, a group arrives from the cloud kingdom (I'll decide name later just bear with me for now) with gifts for izuku. for the would-be bride. it's filled with the finest silks and the prettiest stones. but what caught izuku's attention was a small vial fitted as a locket to a necklace, filled with cloud.

they said it's tradition, to gift brides from other nations clouds in vials.

they said the bride and groom couldn't meet, not until the wedding. they could communicate through letters, through whatever means they wanted, but they couldn't meet. couldn't see each other's faces.

izuku thought it was nonsense, but traditions are traditions.

the group had meant to return soon, but his mother insisted they stay. nobody could say no to inko.

izuku doesn't mind. maybe he does, but it's for the good of his kingdom. the agriculture in his kingdom was not doing well lately and by marrying into the other kingdom, they could ensure food supply to the masses.

it's during the group's stay that izuku meets katsuki. he's wild, compared to izuku's proper manner. he tells izuku he's a fighter, and izuku tells him he's the one in charge of the wardrobe.

to each other, they're deku and kat. izuku calls him kacchan which katsuki tells he doesn't like, but he does.

and between meeting in the middle of the night and hushed voices from fear of getting caught, they fall in love.

it's like there's an extra spring in izuku's step.

one day katsuki wakes up early to find a note pinned to his door, and it's a joke they'd made some days before. and katsuki's falling hard, and when izuku finds a little cloud in a tiny vial, he's too far gone to stop himself from loving.

one day, katsuki takes him to walk on clouds. high up, and it's like magic to izuku when he steps on the cloud and doesn't fall through. (imagine it as the howl's moving castle scene).

it falls to pieces when they return five months later.

they're betrothed to different people, and yet izuku can't help but feels like there's a void in his heart. so he sends letters to katsuki. the person he's betrothed to. he seems like a good person, albeit a bit rough. if not a lover, at least a friend. izuku settles for it.

he doesn't meet the procession that arrives a month before their wedding. he looks for katsuki, but he can't see him. he knows its better that he doesn't but it hurts.

it's not until he's standing at the alter, not until katsuki is lifting his veil, that they realise the truth.

AHHHHHH OH MY GODDDDDIFIEJWJEJJCNEJER

THIS WAS SO GOD HOLY SHIT MY HEART ,,,, THE ENDING HHHHHHHH

#THIS WAS SO GOOD IM ACTUALLY SCREAMINFJDKDKS #answered #mutuals <3 #rran.txt

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the-darklings · 3 years

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╱ i only love it when you touch me, not feel me.

pairing: jean & clara verse: npfh word count: 3.1k+ warnings: nsft, bathroom/mirror sex (because that's who they are as people), rough sex (but they're both so into it I'm not sure it even counts), cockwarming. notes: so this was written all the way back in January but it's the first piece of what I considered to be the real beginning of their dynamic (which I've expanded upon in ASE) despite writing them a lot prior to this point. it's also the first time I ever tried to write from jean's pov so enjoy. this is not super explicit and more character exploration because apparently smut is good for those. as always, any feedback is loved and appreciated 🌿 ✨

He’s never cared much for his name.

Or, more accurately, never cared what sentiment it was spoken with. He’s heard his name being called lovingly, with hatred, suspicion, fear, and hatred alike. Moaned desperately and worshipped—latter he’s always preferred the most.

“I'm not going to touch you unless you beg.”

Clara, however, has an infuriatingly persistent ability to make him crave his own name. From her mouth specifically.

Jean could fuck her until she’s barely coherent and it still won’t be enough. This woman fights and fights, and doesn’t give him an inch of ground. All liquid flame and viciousness, and he can’t help but wonder where the hell she’s been hiding all this time.

With Camorra, a sly voice reminds him, Giovanni De Stefano’s deadly little matchstick. So good at death.

She is. She's a master at death and maybe that’s what makes this so fun, so good, and addictive. Why he irritatingly finds his blood burning whenever he sees her. Why he looks forward to every occasion their bodies touch. Whenever those dark eyes fixate on him and pin him in place, a monster deep down stirs, purrs at her presence. His desire is a monster with its own life, its own insatiable appetite for her.

Jean prefers when she pins him with her lithe body—eyes flashing and teeth bared, a powerful but dangerous package of hunger.

He had expected her to be meek. Broken. Especially after Tokyo. She’s proven to be anything but. Even at her worst, she’s still a sharpened blade. A danger, a promise of destruction. Damaged, certainly, but unbroken and unyielding. The more he learns about Tokyo the more his head rings with but one downright greedy thought.

The Viper hasn’t taken another lover since then. No one has touched her or tasted her since her rebirth. No one has fucked her, brought her to the edge, made her moan and shudder. Given her an escape and a release. Satisfied her.

No one knows the scrunch of her nose or the way her lips part softly. A whisper of air slipping free with every slow, lingering kiss against her throat.

Expect him.

His hips stutter at that thought. It always makes him feel good. To know that he alone has claimed some tiny part of her. Jean knows full well it’s only because she allowed him to claim it but that’s its own kind of buzz. He likes how she burns. How she yields only when she wants to. Liquid flame melting into his body like she was made to fit in his arms.

It’s sex at the end of the day. It doesn’t have to or even need to have meaning—he would know—but she makes it mean something. Emotions aside, she challenges him with such acute precision, he can’t help but come and meet her in the middle; an unending battle of wills. For all the dullness and predictability of their world, she’s a tempest, utterly untamed.

“And would you prefer if I begged?” he whispers against the shell of her ear, watching their reflection—the way they fit, the way she leans into him, trust, trust, trust, that he won’t let her fall, and they exist in these tiny victories. “Mmh? Ma vipére.”

He hums with a wolfish grin, his words throaty, pressing another greedy kiss against the back of her neck, then side, his lips dragging over her soft skin. “For you, I might,” he adds slyly, meeting her stare in the bathroom mirror again.

He might be losing, but she's losing quicker.

Clara doesn’t answer right away—a clever, careful thing that she is, his viper—and they watch each other for a moment, his pace slowing.

The bathroom door is closed, secured with one of her blades, they don’t need to rush but Jean wants to. He can savour her later, in their bed, where she’s his and his alone, where he can do everything to her. If only because he knows she’s no better. Because any scrap of pleasure she will return with an intensity that will leave him bloody.

She has in the past. His back is a colourful tale of her ravenous hunger. The Viper likes to mark him. It likely pleases her, to know she has her venom in his system in the form of her sultry whispers, kisses and moans. Blazing eyes and coil of her limbs around his.

Clara’s stare is, as usual, burning—an almost physical thing. Even like this, with him so deep inside her—and fuck if she isn’t hot, and slick, and welcoming in ways he quite remember fitting with others, and there've been plenty—she doesn’t lose her proud edge. She enjoys it, getting under his skin. Pushing him. Melting the ice, she once murmured with her mouth pressed against the taut skin of his lower stomach and sinking ever lower. Testing his self-control with her mouth wrapped around him, and her tongue searing and wet; a viper delighting in her poison spreading so effectively.

It does say something about his self-control because, despite the temptation, he doesn’t simply fuck into her until they’re both lost in pleasure so deep they can’t get out of it.

The skin of her chest is flushed, her swollen lips parted, her expression slacker with pleasure but she still stares him down.

His fingers sink into the cut of her hip, pushing her harder against the cold marble of the bathroom sinks, rolling his own hips, and it makes her shudder in his hold. So Jean presses another hungry kiss to her pulse, lets his teeth scrape against it, sucking on it. Prodding at the weak spot masterfully. He can be mean, too. She likes it when he is. Just as much as he likes it when she lets those sharper edges of hers out.

Her strong legs hold her upright but she clenches around him in reply and fuck, fuck, fuck, what is it about her?

All he wants to do is bend her over this fucking counter and fuck her until she’s screaming his name. Not that it would do him much good. Clara is as likely to let him do it as she is to graze her blade across his throat for trying. He would be lying if he said the thought of that fight doesn’t thrill him, makes him want to try it anyway. He’s only managed to get a drop on her like this a few times. Sink himself into her from behind so deeply she hadn’t been able to shake him off till she was sated and panting with pleasure.

Then, of course, the viper had tightened her grip on him in return, paying him back in kind with her bite and her venom.

The bite he enjoys a little too much. The venom is becoming… a concern.

He’s worked for years to remove any ties, any weaknesses, from his life. No one can ever have anything on him. He’s the one with the web, he’s the one who controls others. Sly implication and whispers and they’re oh, so destructive but she…

Jean snaps himself inside her, pulsing and so hard he has to grit his teeth. Clara’s hand seeks purchase desperately, her fingers snapping behind herself. Breathing deeply, she lets her nails sink into the back of his neck—firm, near painful—and he hisses through his teeth, pulling away from the hollow of her neck.

“You would like it, won’t you?” he gasps into her ear, and her nails sink deeper, so he fucks her harder. His hips are merciless against the soft skin of her thighs. Yet Clara stands unmoving, near silently goading him with her resilience and coyness. She’s so fucking wet. He’ll need a cigarette after this, or three. “On my hands and knees, non? Vicious vipère. Give in first.”

“No.”

He almost laughs at that. At the caustic hiss of her voice. Of course, she won’t. It’s why even though he’s gotten her, it makes him wonder if he truly has. If he ever will.

The more he has her, the more he wants her. And it’s a dangerous thing. To want, to crave, to hoard her the way he does.

“Then I’ll just fuck you harder, chérie.”

He wraps around her tighter, nibbling on the shell of her ear, dragging his other hand between her thighs. He feels the muscle there, the strength, he likes those legs around his waist and head too. Usually when her taste is hot on his tongue and she’s a squirming, hateful mess above him, tearing at his hair as hard as she can while she grinds onto his face.

He sucks on the curve of her neck at the memory, nibbling, wanting nothing more than to mark her with his teeth as she marked him this morning. Crinkled eyes and a content smile when she curled around him after. A predator satisfied with her hunt.

She’s addictive.

Usually, it’s the other way around. Maybe still is. But he can’t let it go much further than this. A carnal need and nothing more than that.

If he knew about this, about her…

Jean doesn’t allow the thought conclusion.

She’s nothing, he repeats to himself with every push and every strangled exhale, just a means to an end.

She never once looks away.

Clara gazes at them, takes in the way he moves in her, her eyes hooded and intent. Daring him. Even after she confessed to him how that man used to watch her. How it made her abhor every touch, despise being watched. She watches him—them, joined, with his fingers hard against her clit, drawing more of those little gasps of pleasure that sound like music to him—and he can’t help but stare too.

He should take advantage of the weakness, prod it and scrub at it until he can bend her to his will, but he loves her fire too much. Covets it like a man starved—and they both are, aren’t they—starved for more. Each other.

He wants her. For more than just a quick fuck. More than just a means by which he can bury his problems. Just more, more, more. And it sickens him, but it also makes him feel strangely relieved as well, that realisation. The acceptance of it. He would never admit it to anyone but himself but he does. It forces him to feel raw, unbalanced. He hasn’t felt like this in years. He hates it but it also makes him feel high, alive.

In revenge, he sucks on the smooth skin again, lets his teeth bite and nibble, releasing her hip and burying his fingers in her pulled-back hair. Chestnut strands loosen in his iron grasp and he only does it because he knows for a fact she doesn’t have any sharp pointy metal hidden up there. He watched her get ready. Her graceful, supple body was an open invitation for him. A sight to admire, and he did. He worshipped her with his attention, letting her know without a word how every curve and every freckle of hers sang to him. Beguiled him further.

He pulls on Clara’s hair, forcing her chin upwards, at an angle, and she still defies him. Still glares and brims with power.

A strangled pant escapes her at the change of angle, in how he slams back into her, her nails slicing into his neck. Jean hopes she draws blood even if he would have to get creative about explanations later.

“Jean.”

It’s a breathy, bewitching thing—snaring him, pulling him deeper into her, and he audibly gasps a breath, feeling even more starved. Now he wishes to claim a litany of those tiny, appreciative exhales of his name. He feels the muscles in his lower stomach grow tauter with every thrust, with every taste of her skin, and the sounds of their shared pleasure.

They penetrate the air, echoing off the walls, and they are as animalistic and as intensive as the pleasure they create.

“What?” he groans appreciatively, their eyes still locked, and heat between them sweltering. She drives him insane. He’s removed emotional attachments from himself years ago—didn’t even realise he’s still capable of them—but nothing about her, them, makes sense. She’s the one thing he can’t predict or control. “What do you want? Tell me.”

Drive me to the edge, he wants to goad her, tugging on her hair again, and he manages to dislodge a moan from the back of her throat, push me, claim what you want.

“You,” she whispers in teeth-clenched defeat but to him, it’s a symphony. This time, he won. He knows she’ll get him back. Twice as badly most likely. But saints above, did he win? She’s so open and warm, the scent of jasmines and earth mixing with his cologne and musk of sex, and he pushes into her deeper till they’re completely pressed into each other. Moulded into one being. “You.”

He feels every tense muscle in her body, and his fingers slip from her hair, curving around her throat instead, and a flutter of a smile appears, coy and knowing.

Fuck.

The things this woman does to him.

He speeds the already merciless pace until she’s a shivering mess inside his embrace, clinging out of sheer stubbornness alone. Deeper, deeper, deeper—a cruel part of him is set on planting himself inside her very marrows, so she will never be able to feel or know another lover. Not even the Italian, a voice deep down snarls. It’s so wholly and truly selfish yet he craves it. If he is to lose this game between them, he will make her lose first. Make this need between them mutual until neither of them knows where one ends and the other begins.

Jean can’t look away from her, certainly not when pushes and pushes, not when he feels her throat bob under his hand as she swallows. Wanting and needing and trusting his touch. He feels her quivering, her muscles tightening, whispering to him that—

Her orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave—slow but so intense that for the first time, he feels Clara’s legs tremble. His hold on her constricts, steadying her, and his viper withers in his embrace, a beautiful undoing. He lets her ride her orgasm out, watching her mouth, her fluttering lashes, the bead of sweat clinging between the dip of her breasts.

It's then—watching her, memorising how she looks like this; relaxed and glowing—that his own orgasm finally overpowers him. For a moment, Jean finds himself robbed of sight because she washes everything away. He spills himself inside her, letting her feel his pleasure this time. He moans for her, splinters for her, lets the world fade away just for a moment.

This is his gift, he wants to tell her then, the fact that when it’s them, it’s just them alone. There’s nothing else outside of her and he’s never allowed another this close, not since…

But he can’t adequately put that into words for her, nor does he want to. She can’t know. He hopes there will never be a day when he has to explain everything to her.

If she knew him—saw all the festering darkness like a rotting carcass out in the open—she would hate him. It would be better if she did. Maybe her hatred would make it easier to let her go.

He can’t think of that right now.

Instead Jean sinks his teeth into the slim arch of her throat, savouring the appreciative gasp she releases, dragging her nails down the side of his neck. He promised her this morning he will return the favour sooner rather than later after all.

He laps at the bite with his tongue—heat, sweat, and remnants of her soap tingling his tongue—and looks up from beneath his lashes. Her eyes appear black with pleasure. He can barely see blue in his own.

Two monsters, a thought comes then, unbidden. It’s as pleasant as it is seductive. Mainly because he knows he’s right. Cut from the same cloth, sewn into being by similar hardships, and capable of such awful things.

He’s still semi-hard inside of her but his grip on her throat loosens—and the thought she trusts him enough to let him touch her like this is thrilling enough—his palm journeying downwards. Clara sighs quietly when his palm settles against her lower stomach, and he pushes gently, savouring the breathless gasp that follows. He has to choke one back himself. She feels like heaven. Or hell. A mix of both. Still, he keeps pressing, letting the pressure sit there, feeling himself twitching inside her. Them, joined together at the seams, and the heat between them overbearing. They could go again but he doesn’t want to move just yet. It feels good to be inside her like this; a promise of more gratification sitting snugly between them.

His nose drags up the length of her neck, and he buries his face in Clara’s hair, inhaling deeply. She’s wearing his favourite perfume tonight. Something warm and deep with jasmines blooming in his lungs. If it were her, she would go on a whole monologue, breaking each chemical ingredient down and every scent used in creating it.

He likes her distracted, mind-boggling dialogues. Then nearly scoffs at the mere thought. Since when? Since when does he give a shit about something like that? It serves no purpose to him and he doesn’t waste time on things that don’t.

Because it’s her, comes the sinking realization, because she says these things, so they matter.

Merde.

He tenses when her hand settles on top of his, pushing once, harder. Another soft sigh leaves her while Jean doesn’t bother biting back his groan of appreciation at the flare of fierce hot pleasure.

Clara’s mesmeric expression arrests something inside of him when he spots it. For a second, his vision blurs and the black dress drips into white, and she wears that same peaceful expression as she sinks into a river and doesn’t resurface. A dream that haunts him near-nightly now.

He blinks and then he’s back in the bathroom, his arms still around her. She’s here, with him, and his grip constricts further. He can make it work. He’ll find a way.

When has he ever compromised?

She means nothing, he tries to convince himself once again now that he’s back from his high.

But as he peers her—tiniest of smiles on her face, her freckles a roadmap for him to re-examine, loose strands of dark hair framing her flushed cheeks—a voice scratches itself from deep inside his chest.

A voice he hasn't heard in years, not since he called somewhere earthier and greener his home.

Liar.

an: head empty, just them. I could go on about them for five calendar months but hope you all enjoyed this little peek inside his head. ASE does contain Jean's pov so you'll def be seeing/learning more about him outside of just smut dfjhgdfg

#original writing #original prose #spilled prose #oc x oc #oc writing #writing #s: almost love #c: jean #c: clara #nsft

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deadwriter16 · 2 years

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i have entire story mapped out.

it's a magical world okay? bear with me I have ideas

the lands are alive, people behave with them like people. the kingdoms have something or the other setting them apart, like some have good metals that is exclusive to that place etc etc

izuku thinks it's beautiful. not that his kingdom isn't, they have oceans and snow-capped mountains that glisten like diamonds when the sun rises, but like people say, change of scene

(they're dressed like the fantasy au so you know how they look)

they said it's tradition, to gift brides from other nations clouds in vials.

izuku thought it was nonsense, but traditions are traditions.

the group had meant to return soon, but his mother insisted they stay. nobody could say to inko.

it's during the group's stay that izuku meets katsuki. he's wild, compared to izuku's proper manner. he tells izuku he's a fighter, and izuku tells him he's the one in charge of the wardrobe.

to each other, they're deku and kat. izuku calls him kacchan which katsuki tells he doesn't like, but he does.

and between meeting in the middle of the night and hushed voices from fear of getting caught, they fall in love.

it's like there's an extra spring in izuku's step.

one day, katsuki takes him to walk on clouds. high up, and it's like magic to izuku when he steps on the cloud and doesn't fall through. (imagine it as the howl's moving castle scene).

it falls to pieces when they return five months later.

he doesn't meet the procession that arrives a month before their wedding. he looks for katsuki, but he can't see him. he knows its better that he doesn't but it hurts.

it's not until he's standing at the alter, not until katsuki is lifting his veil, that they realise the truth.

OK HI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER I WAS BUSY BUT OMGGG I LOVE THIS CONCEPT i fully expected the ending to be angsty and super sad but then IT WAS KACCHAN and that was SO MUCH BETTER u should totally write this if u want to I would ABSOLUTELY read it hnnnnnn the cloud thing is so cute I love it and then the potential for how their wedding could go now that they realized they would be so happy but I do wonder did katsuki know izuku was the one he was marrying?? bc imagine if he did know but for some reason wasn’t able to tell him and he’d have to wrestle with that while falling in love with him BUT ALSO if he DOESNT know and he thinks he’s observing izuku and he’s betrothed to someone else from his kingdom IMAGINE THAT ANGST hnnngkvhwiqlcgwv im invested now if u want to pls write this im screeching

#thanks for asking <3 #mutual <3 #bkdk #bakudeku #bdkanchakca I love this idea so so much #thanks for sharing it w me bestie ! <3

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scydia/McMartin | Scott McCall x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves & anonymous

"This place is…"

Scott can't even think of a word. He just gazes ahead of them in wonder and awe. For miles, all he can see is snow. A thick white blanket of it covering the entire path ahead, the roads, the cobblestoned buildings, the trees—god, even the trees feel like something out of a fairytale, with long, twisting branches that have a dusting of snow themselves. And it's still going, trying to make them part of the scenery, too.

"You'd think you'd never seen snow before," Lydia teases.

"I haven't—not like this! California's snow is nothing compared to this."

Lydia just smiles, a certain fondness in her eyes. She squints up at the sky, her nose wrinkling slightly, their suitcases dragging along through the snow behind them as they continue their way from the ferry port. Something else that Scott is admittedly still in amazement over; he'd never actually been on a ferry before.

It's just a good thing that the snow stopped long enough for them to actually reach Ireland, or else they'd have still been holed up in their cabin, stuck somewhere in the middle of the sea. Not the worst scenario he can think of, to be fair. But he's glad, nonetheless, because this is so much better.

"I don't know," Lydia says. "I think I prefer the warm winters. I'm just hoping that Gran and Nana make their hot chocolate like they used to when I was younger, I'm telling you, it's the best thing ever."

Scott smiles, finally looking at Lydia as they come to a stop outside a two-storey, cobbled house with a gate around the garden. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her nose a pale pink. Snowflakes have clung to her green hat, along the shoulders of her matching green coat, and to her eyelashes. There's a gleam of pure excitement and joy beneath them as she stares at the house.

When she takes a deep breath, it returns like a puff of smoke. Scott gently squeezes her hand and holds it up in his own, bringing her gloved knuckles to his lips.

"You look nervous," he tells her softly.

"A little," Lydia says, nodding. "Only because I haven't been here since I was… nine? And there's so much to tell them. I mean, I know my mom filled them in on pretty much everything, but still."

Scott nods as well, saying, "I know. It's a lot. But it'll be okay."

"Yeah, of course," Lydia agrees. Her smile seems a little more confident as she gives another nod.

They walk through the gate, into the garden that Scott's now seeing is teeming with things; empty plant pots, kids toys, an overturned bicycle. Even the stones of the house are more interesting than he had initially realized, with bright murals painted across the whole front of the house.

As soon as they enter the house, the door closing behind them, they're hit with unexplainable warmth. And the shouting and giggling of kids that whiz past them, nearly knocking them off their feet.

"I forgot how loud it gets here," Lydia says, but she's laughing. Scott can see it in her eyes as she looks around the entrance hall, beautifully decorated with lengths of tinsel, and handcrafted baubles hanging from the ceiling.

Framed pictures line the walls up the stairs as far as he can. The closest one, hanging by the bottom of the stairs, has a familiar little girl, giving her biggest smile to the camera beside a young woman with a striking resemblance.

"Is this you?" Scott asks, his smile wide.

Lydia looks at the photo. "Oh god, yeah. I think that was when I was, like… six? I came up here every Christmas and New Year before my parents divorced. That's my gran."

"You look like her," Scott tells her, and he can hear the joyful skip of heart, hear it in her proud little hum of agreement.

"Well, maybe without some of the grey hair," a voice says from behind them.

They both turn around, and Lydia's face lights up. She's already squealing and dropping her suitcase and Scott's hand.

"Gran!" Lydia practically flies at her, hugging her tightly.

Her gran laughs, caught by surprise but only for a second, wrapping her up in her arms. "I've missed you too, Ariel!"

"Haven't heard that name in a while," someone else says, with a distinctively more Irish accent, but still holding the same fond, overjoyed tone.

Scott looks at the woman who appears at their side from the room behind Lydia and her gran. He recognizes her instantly from all the photos.

Maddy places a hand on Lorraine's shoulder as she and Lydia pull apart. Lydia looks on the verge of tears as she buries herself into Maddy's open embrace as well for a second, both laughing now.

"And you…" Lorraine looks over Scott with a smile and a gleam in her eyes. A certain kind of knowing. "... You're Scott McCall."

Scott returns her smile and nods. "I am. I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Martin."

"Yeah, I know a thing or two about you as well," Lorraine tells him, and he knows.

He knows she isn't just talking about him and Lydia being together, but about everything. The deadpool. She knew who he was and what he was going to be before he even hit ten.

For a moment, his worries from the ferry come back. Not all supernatural creatures are a fan of each other, and with the destruction that werewolves have a history of causing, banshees can't be that fond of them. And especially with everything that's happened to Lydia.

But then her smile grows and she says, "I'm glad to finally meet you! And, please, call me Lorraine. This is my wife, Maddy."

"So, this is the little wolf that got your heart, huh?" Maddy jokes to Lydia, an arm around her shoulders.

Lydia looks at Scott. She bites her bottom lip through her smile, and her eyes are saying everything.

She nods and softly says, "Yeah. He is."

"Then you're more than welcome here," Lorraine says.

Relief starts to lift the weight off of Scott's shoulders and chest. The warm, welcoming atmosphere is hard to resist, and he's already feeling at home.

Lydia was right. The hot chocolate is one of the best things he's ever had. Creamy and overflowing with marshmallows with a candy cane to stir it around. Not to mention the plate of cookies. He has never had a gingerbread man that tastes this good.

It's already dark outside, the sun having set an hour or two after they arrived. They already changed into warmer, more comfortable clothes, and settled in front of the fireplace in the living room to get rid of the chill from the snow. Lorraine and Maddy insisted. Didn't want them getting sick, and ignoring their protests about not being able to actually get sick.

"Your cousins don't look like they're having a good time," Scott comments quietly, watching the half-asleep couple sitting in the corner.

"They have five kids, all under the age of ten," Lydia replies. "I think the only thing they can feel right now is exhausted."

Scott snorts. He looks around the room. He's met nearly everyone on this side of the family by now. Every cousin, second cousin, aunts, uncles. The kids that Lorraine and Maddy took in have been especially eager to meet him.

His attention is drawn back to the little boy sitting cross-legged in front of him. He's only nine.

Scott wasn't expecting it when Lorraine and Maddy told him that around ten years ago, another banshee had found them. She was only nineteen and had no one and no idea what was going on with her. They took her in, Lorraine helped her. And from then, it's like their home was its own supernatural beacon, but for kids who had nowhere else to go.

Sean, the little boy currently sneaking another gingerbread man from the plate, is a werewolf. His family, his pack, were hunted down when he was four. Lorraine felt it coming. She and Maddy found Sean.

There's a little yelp and Sean clutches his hand. Scott catches a glimpse of tiny claws where nails should be.

"Can I…?" he asks, holding out a hand.

Sean hesitates, but he glances at Lydia, who smiles and nods encouragingly, then back at Scott. He slowly gives him his hand, palm up.

"I don't know how to control it…" Sean mutters, looking down sheepishly.

Scott inspects where the small trickle of blood is coming from. Three little lines where his claws accidentally caught his skin in passing.

Shaking his head, Scott speaks gently, and draws on the pain in Sean's hand. "It's okay. You're still learning."

"Yeah, it's actually harder for born wolves," Lydia chimes in, nodding convincingly when Sean lifts his eyes to her with curiosity. "You'd think it was the other way around, but one of our friends—he was born a werewolf."

"And he didn't learn until he was sixteen," Scott tells him. "It just takes time."

"And knowing what keeps you grounded," Lydia adds. "Your anchor."

Sean looks at Scott. "Do you have an anchor?"

Scott nods. "I do. I had to learn to let me be my own anchor, but when that doesn't work for me, I focus on all the people I love. My mom, my best friend, my pack."

He glances at Lydia only to find her already gazing at him with the softest smile, her cheek leaning against her shoulder. She places a kiss to his shoulder, her hand resting on her arm for a second.

"You just need to find something that makes you feel more in control," Scott finishes, turning back to Sean. "Even if it's an emotion."

Sean nods slowly. His expression is one of deep thought, trying to work to figure out what his own anchor could be.

"Now, you should go clean this up," Scott says. "Just run it under warm water with some soap, okay? It might sting a little, but just ask Lorraine or Maddy if they have any antibiotic cream, and then put a bandage on it."

"Are you a doctor?" Sean asks.

"No," Scott can't help but grin as he says, "I'm just a vet."

That answer only seems to confuse Sean. But he gets up and hurries off to go do what Scott instructed.

When Scott turns back, Lydia's still watching him. She has this look on her face, a thoughtful glaze in her eyes and a certain kind of smile that he can't read.

Chuckling, Scott asks, "What is it?"

She lets a beat pass. She shakes her head, takes a slow breath in, then looks over at the window instead.

"It's still snowing. Do you wanna sit in the garden? There's a nice bench out back."

Scott's eyebrows furrow a little, but he stands with her, following her to the back door from the kitchen. Stepping outside is like what he'd imagine stepping into a walk-in freezer would feel like.

But the cold biting at his skin is unimportant. The awe hits him all over again as he takes in the sight of the garden, feeling like he just stepped into a fairytale instead. Everywhere he looks, everything is white and sparkling. From the entire ground, to the gazebo at the end of the garden.

Somehow, in amidst it all, there are flowers. Whole roses and everything, snow dusting across their dark red petals.

"This is…" Scott breathes out, his eyes wide, "... I don't even know what this is. This place doesn't feel real."

Lydia laughs gently. She wraps her arms around her and nods, looking around as the snow falls around them.

"Yeah, it does feel kind of… magical."

"We could actually make a snowman," Scott continues. "Or have a real snowball fight. Are snow angels things that people actually do?"

Lydia's eyebrows are raised when he looks back at her, and she's shaking her head. But she's got a smile that stretches to the corners of her eyes and he can feel emotions radiating off of her.

"You are so dorky." She moves closer, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "And I love you."

Scott smiles. His voice is soft and giving away all of the fondness he feels for her when he says, "And I love you."

She leans in, her head tilting. Her lips are soft against his. He pulls her a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. The cold and even the snow is easier to ignore.

Lydia pulls back, her hands lingering on his shoulders. Scott doesn't let go at all.

"I'm really glad you're here with me," Lydia tells him. "And my whole family now loves you, so that's a nice bonus. I think you even made a friend."

Scott grins, shrugging. "Your family is great, and I am… beyond relieved that they like me. And, I think with Sean, it's a werewolf thing."

"Oh, no." Lydia shakes her head firmly. "Maybe that's a small part of it, the whole Alpha thing and all, but all of the kids in there love you."

They pull apart. Lydia sits down on the bench. Scott follows, and can't help but start piling the snow from the arm of the bench into a ball in his hand.

"You were amazing with Sean," Lydia comments, glancing at him. She's doing the same thing with the snow on her side.

Scott shrugs again. "I just told him the same as I told Liam. And Alec. It's how I wish I could have been introduced to all of this. With someone reassuring me that it would be okay."

Lydia nods in a shared understanding. Neither of their starts in the supernatural word were exactly pleasant or comforting. Scott's only sorry that Lydia was brought into it the way she was.

She rests a hand on top of his, curling her fingers beneath his palm. She squeezes gently.

He knows that she can tell what he's thinking. Sometimes he worries that banshees have the ability to read minds as well. But the look she gives him and her hand there with his draws his thoughts away from the past. Everything is okay. It's better than okay.

"It's amazing what your gran and nana have done, though," Scott says. "Taking in supernatural kids who have nowhere else to go."

"Yeah, it's like a little foster home, but… for werewolves, banshees, and everything else," Lydia jokes, but her smile is sincere. "It's a really good thing they're doing. The kids are so happy here."

"I can see why," Scott says, gazing back out across the garden. The snow has the sky practically glowing, in no way looking like it's dark enough to be night.

There's a slight pressure against his hand from Lydia's fingers, moving slowly.

"Do you… do you think that's something you'd ever want to do?" Lydia asks, careful with her words.

Scott looks back at her. She's watching him again, with curious eyes. His heart drops many beats.

"Wait, are you—?" he starts to ask, but Lydia's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head.

"No!" she hastens to answer. "No, I'm not! I just meant… you know, in general, is it—is it something that you can see for the future? Not necessarily the foster home part, but… you know."

She chews her bottom lip. Scott takes it in, letting the question process. After a moment, a smile curves the corners of his mouth up.

"Imagine, the first werewolf-banshee hybrid," he says.

"That can't have been done before," Lydia agrees, a laugh to her voice. "I wonder if one side would skip them, or if we'd be creating a whole new species."

Scott actually does laugh now, and Lydia joins him. His stomach is buzzing with butterflies or bees, he can't tell.

When they both go quiet, Scott slowly nods. He lifts his eyes to meet Lydia's.

"I like the sound of that," he says softly. "Whether it be a werewolf-banshee hybrid, or even an orphaned werewolf with nobody else… yeah. It's something I see for the future."

Lydia takes in a deep breath. She presses her lips together as her smile threatens to take over her entire face. She just nods, and breathes out slowly.

"Good to know," she says. "I do too, for the record."

"Okay, that's great," Scott says, grinning from ear to ear.

Lydia hums in agreement. Then the ball of snow that she'd been forming hits him square in the chest.

It's safe to say that it is freezing. The snow instantly seeps through his Christmas jumper, melting into his skin. He gasps while Lydia laughs behind her hands, hee eyes wide.

"You said you wanted a snowball fight…" she reminds him.

Scott nods. "You're absolutely right. I did."

The ball of snow in his own hand hits Lydia. She gasps, snow sticking to her jumper as well now.

"Oh my god, so cold!" she exclaims. "Why is that so cold?!"

"Because it's real snow," Scott says, his excitement quickly returning.

Lydia looks at him, her eyes narrowing. A familiar, competitive smirk forms on both their faces.

"Game on," she says.

Next second, they're trying to dodge out of the other's way, snowballs flying across the garden. There are gasps and shouts and laughter when they successfully land a shot.

Maybe it's a little unfair that Scott taps into his heightened abilities to move faster. But the advantage doesn't stop Lydia from managing to sneak up on him and tackle him into the snow. It's so deep that they sink a few inches into it, laughing until their sides and faces ache, and neither of them actually win, both claiming they did. But they end up just lying there in the freezing snow, curled into each other, staring up at the night sky.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #scydia #mcmartin #scott mccall #lydia martin #scott x lydia #lydia x scott #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#wonderdoves #OKAY SO I LOVED WRITING THIS #you really let me just go for it with that prompt damn I love that thank you #and scott and lydia are like one of my favourite otps for teen wolf so once again THANK YOU so much for allowing to let them be soft #hope that you enjoy!!#also if any rarepairs are late at all over the next twelve days... no they aren't you can't see that

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valeriethepussycats · 3 years

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Inside Out

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics. Flashbacks are in bold.

“Long before the birth of light there was darkness, and from that darkness, came the Dark Elves. Millennia ago, the most ruthless of their kind, Malekith, sought to transform our universe back into one of eternal night”

Malekith is looking up at the Convergence

“Such evil was possible through the power of the Aether, an ancient force of infinite destruction.”

The Aether.

“The noble armies of Asgard, led by my father, King Bor, waged a mighty war against these creatures.”

The Dark Elves and Asgardians fighting.

Kurse walks up to Malekith. “Malekith! Asgard's forces are upon us.”

The Bifrost opens, and bor steps out with Asgardian reinforcements.

“Send the Kursed.” Malekith told Kurse.

Some soldiers crush objects in their hands and become giant hulk-like creatures. Malekith looks up at the Convergence again.

“As the Nine Worlds converged above him, Malekith could at last unleash the Aether...”

Malekith and Kurse walk up to the Aether.

However, the Bifrost opens and Asgardian warriors attack Malekith, whom he kills. The Bifrost disappears, just as Malekith tries to get the Aether, but it is no longer there.

“But Asgard ripped the weapon from his grasp. Without it, the Dark Elves fell. With the battle all but lost, Malekith sacrificed his own people in a desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army.”

Malekith watches as his forces are slaughtered. “Their deaths will mean our survival. This war is far from over.” He and Kurse get onto his ship and escape without notice, while destroying the other ships in the process.

The ships kill some of the Asgardians.

“Malekith was vanquished, and the Aether was no more. Or so we were led to believe.”

“Sire, the Aether. Shall we destroy it?”

“If only we could. But its power is too great. Bury it deep. Somewhere no one

will ever find it.”

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Earth, New York City

Wow! A lot has happened in the past couple of years for Y/n. She met an Alien/God, saved New York from an alien invasion, found out she has a soulmate who caused said invasion, and last but not least finding Gambit. Even though these last years had its up and downs. Y/n hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and spending time with Gambit is the cause of that. Spending time with him just make everything better it makes her miss Loki less (even though she didn’t get to spend that much time him). Now She was now walking down the street with Gambit eating ice cream in the middle of November.

“You met my mother. How that happened?” Y/n said taking a spoon full of her ice cream.

“The good professor wanted information on you.” Gambit answered.

“Charles Xavier knew about me and my where abounds this entire time.” Y/n said with an eye roll. “Apparently him and my father have an understanding with each other.”

“Your mother...she didn’t know you existed.” Gambit stated.

Of course she didn’t Charles fucked with her mind too what a big surprise

“Well that still doesn’t change the fact that she abandon me.” She said in a dry tone.

“You gave me a chance....you trusted me to protect you and I couldn’t.” Gambit said with a sad grimace.

Y/n to turns and looks at Gambit. “You did your best. You didn’t abandon me. Ya you could’ve call to let me know you weren’t dead but I wasn’t your responsibility. Those people were after her, and she didn’t want to get caught so she left me behind.” Y/n stated. “You gave me to my father so I could be safe so I wouldn’t be used by The Thieves Guild like you was. You protective me. You’ll always be my hero.....no matter what you say.”

Y/n turns away from Gambit and started to walk away. As she approaches the cross walk she hears a voice being broadcasted in her mind.

Please no!

“Someone is in trouble.” Y/n claimed.

“What?” Gambit mumbled.

Where are you

Oh my god

Where are you

In the alleyway behind the Barbecue Restaurants just off Main Street

Y/n takes off running to Ray’s bbq leaving Gambit in her dust. When she arrives in the alleyway and doesn’t see anyone.

Hello are you here

“Thank you for coming.”

Y/n turns around and see five Einherjar Guards. “Ummmm.Hello.”

“We are the Einherjar Guards of Asgard and our king wishes to speak with you on the behalf of Prince Loki Odinson.”

“What?”

“The king would like-“

“No no I get that but why.” Y/n said to herself.

Gambit catches up to Y/n and see her with a group of guards. “Petit? What’s happening.”

“I’m being summoned by the king of Asgard.” Y/n said with a small smile.

“A king!! The king of Asgard.” Gambit finished with a gaping jaw.

I get to go to Asgard!

“Look I have no problem coming but I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Y/n voiced.

“This is important the fate of Prince Loki rest in your hands.” Einherjar Guard said not trying to be pushy.

“Fate.....I thought Loki would have been went to trial.” Y/n turns and looks at Gambit.

“l..l hav-“

“No...no it’s find go I know how important he is to you.” Gambit said with a smile.

“But just find your way back Ya.”

Y/n is about to walks over to them when a thought runs though her mind. “How about you come with me?”

“Invitation is only for you.” Einherjar Guard chimed in.

“I see that but I’m just a mere mortal I wouldn’t be comfortable being on a world without someone who can relate to me.” Y/n said artfully. “Would you want to be on a world all by yourself?”

Einherjar Guards look at each other in confusion

“Or someone is going to have to tell the king that they could get a mere mortal to comply.” Y/n said with a smirk.

“He can come but he will be watched.” Einherjar Guard agreed.

“You heard em lets go.” Y/n said as she pulls Gambit and they stand next to the guards.

“Uhhh. What’s happening??” Gambit said with a curious tone.

“Heimdall open the Bi-Frost!” Einherjar Guard shouted.

“This is going to be fun!!” Y/n said In a giggling way.

Gambit looks over at her and could see the excitement in Y/n’s eyes. “What is about-“

Suddenly Bifrost opens! A portal surrounds them In an instant, they're gone.

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Upon emerge from the Bifrost, Y/n and Gambit looks around at the Observatory.

“Woo-hoo...let’s do that again.” Y/n proclaimed.

“No I’m gonna need a bucket.” Gambit grunted.

“Y/n L. Munroe and....Remy E. LeBeau I am Heimdall The gatekeeper of Asgard.” Heimdall announced.

“Hi....” Gambit and Y/n said in-sink.

“You are a friend of Thor. He has told me much about you.”

“I wish I can say the same.” Y/n said with a smile.

“If you follow the guards they will lead you to the Castle.”

“Thanks.” Gambit said walks with the guard.

“Heimdall...I was hoping I could come back here.”

“What for?” Heimdall asked.

“Well I would love to hear all your stories, being able to see everything in the universe....thats kind of wicked.” Y/n answered.

“Of course you can.”

Y/n smiles at Heimdall then catches up Gambit and whispered. “Do you think I look ok to meet a king.” Y/n was wearing a Navy blue crewneck cable knit with some light blue jeans and white air force 1.

“Petit, you look fine don’t worry about it.”

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Throne Room

Loki is in chains, as he gets brought to Odin.

“Loki.” Frigga said in a began.

“Hello, mother. Have I made you proud?” Loki asked

“Please, don't make this worse.” Frigga said with a calm voice.

“Define worse.” Loki said in a casual tone.

“Enough! I will speak to the prisoner alone.” Odin proclaimed.

With one last look Frigga walks out the throne Room.

Loki looks up at Odin and laughs. “I really don't see what all the fuss is about.”

“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death.” Odin voiced.

“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.” Loki expressed with a shrugged.

“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.” Odin specified.

“Give or take 5000 years.” Loki sarcastically remarked.

Odin: “All this because Loki desires a throne.” Odin put forth.

“It is my birthright.” Loki voiced.

“Your birthright was to die!!!....” Odin shouted. “.....As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me.”

“If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it. It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just ... I don't love them.” Loki said perpetually tired voice.

Odin tap the Gungnir on the ground and the doors open. Loki looks back back at the doors to see who could possibly coming in.

“Are we to wait on Thor?” Loki questioned.

“No Thor has nothing to do with this......” Odin started. “This is about someone else. That you are not worthy of.”

Wow this place looks so amazing

“Do you still want the Axe?” Odin wondered.

Loki looks over at Odin with wide eye then turns around and see Robin she looks just as he remembered her. Breathtaking.

“Loki!!” Y/n called out.

Loki can tell she’s happy to see him, she had a broad grin on her face despite him being in chains. “Y/n.” Loki said with darted a suspicious glance at Odin. “What is the meaning of this!?

When Y/n reached Loki she stands next to him and looks up at Odin.

Should I bow

You Bow to no one

Y/n looks over at Loki with a quizzical smile and all she gets back is a coy smile.

She turns back to Odin smiling to herself.

“I brought Y/n here to say goodbye to you.” Odin said in A calm voice.

“Goodbye..why would I need to say goodbye.....is he getting-“ Y/n said in rapid blinking and shaking her head ‘no’.

“You brought Y/n here to spite me......how do you even-“ Loki fumed.

“Frigga told me a long time ago, when you was just a boy.” Odin explained. “And Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons.”

“I thought he was going to die.” Y/n said like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, but then a relief is quickly replaced by anguish. “If you were going to do this then why do you bring me here? You should’ve left me on earth, instead of bringing me here when you’re just going to but him in the dungeons for the rest of his life.”

My life

Loki looks over at Y/n with knitted brows. “Y/n....”

“I know what Loki did on earth is unforgivable but-“ Y/n started.

“Did he or did he not kill someone close to you?” Odin asked.

“Yes he did and I kick his ass and my father brought him back.” Y/n answered.

“Your father.” Loki looks over at Y/n with his brows pulled together in a frown.

“Ant....Boot.” Y/n said teasing Loki softly.

“Oh.” Loki said with a blank stare and a paled face.

“Does he deserves punishment or not ?” Odin chimed in.

“Yes but-“

“Then it’s decided-“

“No. No. This can’t be the last time I’ll see him.”

Loki looks over at Y/n and see that black veins slowly starting to appear on the side of her neck.

Y/n, what is the matter

Nothing, I’m fine

“Let me have two weeks with him here on Asgard.” Y/n said not wanting to sound pushy.

“Giving you two weeks with Loki would give him happiness-“

“I’ll be in the dungeons with him.” Y/n said meaning the words more seriously than they sounded.

“You would do that.....” Odin said in curious tone. “.....for Loki?”

“Yes I would.” Y/n said firm persistence.

“Hmm.” With tap of the Gungnir, the doors open.

As the Einherjar Guards come in the throne room and takes Loki and they struggle to get him to leave.

“And what of Thor? You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?” Loki said with a rigid expression.

“Thor must strife to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king. “ Odin answered.

Loki looks at Odin and then Y/n as he gets drag away, then Odin looks over at Y/n.

“You can have your two weeks.” Odin announced. “You do not have to be in the dungeons with him.”

Y/n turns her head quickly to look at Odin. “What? why would you just-“

“Do you not want it?” Odin snapped.

Yes..yes I do thank you.” Y/n said sincerely.

“Frigga” Odin calls out for his wife.

Frigga walks into the throne. “Well if it isn’t Y/n Munroe, l am Frigga Queen of Asgard.”

Y/n turns around and see the Queen of Asgard. “Hello.”

Wow she is so beautiful

Frigga approached and took Y/n’s hand in hers and looks at her with a sweet smile. “We have so much to talk about.” Frigga said as she led Y/n away out.

“You are even more beautiful then I thought.” Frigga said with a voice soft with affection.

“No you are.” Y/n said with out missing a beat.

Frigga laughs. “Is this Midgard attire.” Frigga said with one hand spin Y/n around to see her full outfit.

“Oh yes it is.”

“It’s lovely your practically glowing like the morning sun my dear.” Frigga said with a smile.

“Thank you.” Y/n said returning he smile.

“Come dear there’s much we must do.”

Meanwhile Loki watches Frigga and Y/n walking and talking, unaware of the horrors that were occurring several stories below his feet.

“I can’t remember the last time Loki or Thor brought a friend home to meet us,” Frigga said to Y/n . “When a young man brings a young woman home to meet his parents…” Frigga began, implying a possible marriage between Y/n and Loki.

“Technically, I think we have only known each other for a month.” Y/n said, surprised to be having this conversation so soon.

“And if it were three million years, would that change how you feel?” Frigga asked.

Y/n thought on this.

It wouldn’t change one thing.

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“Beautiful golden sunlight shined down through the lush, vibrant forests of Vanaheim. Unlike Svartalfheim, the realm of Vanaheim was much more pleasant an environment. It was home to beautiful lakes and mountains, with vast fields of green spread out as far as the eye could see. But today, it was filled with danger and destruction.

The people of Vanaheim—known throughout the Nine Realms as the Vanir—raced through the forests as fast as they could. They were being chased by the Marauders, a race of space pirates—brutal invaders who were armed to the teeth and out for blood. Their sole purpose in life was to take what was not theirs, and destroy anything—and anyone—that stood in their way.

A frightened Vanir woman ran for her life but stumbled, falling down a riverbank just as a Marauder fired a massive fireball. It streaked above her head, impacting a nearby tree and causing it to burst into flames. As the woman regained her footing, she was confronted by a towering Marauder. He raised his razor-sharp ax, ready to strike, when suddenly a steel mace smashed the villain in the face, knocking him down, and knocking him out.

“Standing over the frightened woman was her savior—Hogun the Grim, of the famous Warriors Three. Hogun did not wait for a thank you, nor did he want one. The Marauders were running rampant across his home world, and Hogun was determined to stop them.

As more Vanir ran to safety, Hogun stood his ground—the only barrier between the fierce oncoming Marauders and the peaceful Vanir. The Asgardian warrior gripped his mace tightly and steeled himself, ready for what just might be the last battle of his life. With a skull-shattering roar, the Marauders charged, determined to crush Hogun and the rest of the Vanir people.

The lead Marauder raised his broadsword and swung, but his blade was deflected by another sword—the sword belonging to Fandral the Dashing, the second member of the mighty Warriors Three! Fandral, still handsome as ever despite the battle, rode through the charging Marauders on his white horse, knocking down one intruder after another until he was able to make his way to Hogun, flashing a smile the entire way.

“Do we have a plan?” Fandral asked his fellow Warrior as he flipped the lead Marauder off his horse and tossed.

“We stand and fight!” Hogun the Grim yelled.

Fandral rolled his eyes at his friend’s single-minded determination to fight. Then a loud Boom, Boom, Boom echoed throughout the trees. Fandral, Hogun, and the rest of the Vanir stopped in their tracks and turned their attention toward the deafening noise. It was coming from beyond the woods, and whatever was making the noise was big. Very big. The ground shook and trees fell with each sound as the unseen threat got closer and closer.

The Vanir did not follow Hogun’s orders to stay and fight, but instead quickly retreated into the woods. The idea also crossed Fandral’s mind.

“Have you considered ‘turn and run’?” Fandral asked, but Hogun only frowned in response. Then the grim warrior looked up and over the tree line and began to back away as well. Finding a Marauder’s horse without its rider, Hogun swung up into the saddle and galloped away. Fandral was close behind as explosions rang out throughout the woods. There would be time enough to fight later.

The two warriors quickly rode their horses into a clearing where the Marauders were fighting with a few of Asgard’s elite guards, the Einherjar, who had come to help the Vanir. Hogun and Fandral stopped before one of their Asgardian compatriots, the strong and beautiful Lady Sif, who was just as brave and tough as the Warriors Three.

Sif was on horseback, locked in furious battle with a dozen or so Marauders. Sif spun her bladed spear high over her head, taking down several of the barbarians, then split the spear in two, forming a magnificent blade for each hand.

Sif fought with fierce determination against the horde, but despite her resolve, she was gravely outnumbered. With all her might, she flipped off of her horse and delivered a powerful kick to one of the Marauders, sending him flying back past the third member of the Warriors Three, Volstagg the Voluminous.

“Volstagg—on your left!” Sif cried.

Without missing a beat, Volstagg swung his battle-ax at his attacker, striking him down with one fell swoop. And when another Marauder tried to attack him with a club, the voluminous one merely took the hit, then turned, broke the club in two, and backhanded the Marauder, sending him flying through the air. But all of this nonstop battling was beginning to take its toll on the excessively large warrior. Now out of breath, Volstagg made his way to a giant pile of timber where he could take a momentary break.

“What are you doing?” Sif yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Here they were in a heated battle with villains known for decimating anything in their path, and one of the legendary Warriors Three was taking a breather.

“Giving them a moment…to regroup…only fair…” Volstagg said between long, labored breaths.

But no sooner did Volstagg stop to catch his breath than another horde of Marauders set their sights on the large warrior. They ran at him with their weapons drawn, but Volstagg merely kicked out the timber, causing it to collapse on and crush the approaching horde.

Volstagg gave himself a congratulatory grin, but it was short-lived, for just as he did, he was slashed across the back by a Marauder. He wasn’t as unstoppable or impenetrable as he thought. Nearby, Lady Sif wasn’t faring too much better. She was surrounded, and a Marauder from across the battlefield was aiming his crossbow at her head.

Just as the snickering Marauder was about to squeeze the trigger, a huge thunderclap echoed throughout the land, and with a bright, blinding light, the Bifrost—the way in which Asgardians traveled between the realms—fired down from the heavens into the center of the battlefield—and directly on top of the Marauder with the crossbow. Lady Sif raised her arm to shield her eyes from the spectacular blinding light and was just barely able to make out two Einherjar on horseback bursting from the glowing white column and charging into battle.

One of the Marauders used this commotion to sneak up behind Volstagg. He raised his sword high above his head, preparing to strike down the warrior, when a whizzing sound echoed from within the Bifrost. As the light died down and the smoke began to clear, the sound intensified. Suddenly, an object rocketed out of the Bifrost, sliced across the battlefield at supersonic speed, and slammed into its target: the Marauder who was about to strike down Volstagg.

The Marauder flew through the air and kept on flying. And flying. Volstagg turned, and upon investigation made out the object that had saved his life. It was the most famous weapon in all the Nine Realms. It was Mjolnir.”

The powerful hammer, which was forged in the heart of a dying star and used by only he who is worthy, hovered in midair before speeding back across the battlefield to the hand of its wielder—the mighty Thor!

Thor, Prince of Asgard and son of Odin Allfather, emerged from the light of the Bifrost looking battle-worn but still majestic, and the sight of him instantly gave the Warriors Three, the Einherjar, and the Vanir a renewed sense of hope. Now that Thor was here, they were sure to defeat the Marauders. But Lady Sif felt that she didn’t need Thor’s help to win the day.

“Shouldn’t you be battling trolls in Nornheim?” Sif said with a scowl.

“I ran out of trolls,” Thor said with a charming smile. “Heimdall said these Marauders were giving you trouble,” he added.

“I have this completely under control,” Sif retorted.

Thor surveyed the battlefield. “Is that why everything is on fire?”

“You think you can do better?” Sif challenged with a smile.

“It would be a challenge to do worse,” Thor said dryly before being surprise-attacked by two extra-big and extra-tough Marauders. Sif rolled her eyes in response, then joined her friend in battle.

Soon, Thor and Sif were joined by Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. As the battle raged on, Thor used Mjolnir to take out multiple Marauders at once. And when one Marauder thought he might be able to seize the hammer by grabbing on to it, the hammer simply pulled the invader through the air, right to Thor’s waiting fist.

Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three fought bravely against the menacing Marauders, each one helping their fellow Asgardians. When one Marauder shot an arrow at Thor’s head, Sif jumped into the air and raised her shield to block the attack. And when another fired a rocket launcher–like device, Thor valiantly deflected the blast with his mighty hammer, the impact from which knocked them all to the ground—hard.

“As the Asgardians got back to their feet, they heard the same Boom, Boom, Boom sound that Fandral and Hogun had heard earlier. Whatever it was that was making that sound was much closer now. And the Marauders were getting ready for it. They parted the battlefield to make way, and the heroes looked up over the tree line and finally saw the cause of the sound.”

“A giant Kronan stone monster, made entirely of rock and standing fifteen feet tall, loomed before Thor and the Warriors Three. He held a massive metal club and looked down upon the Asgardians with contempt. The monster was about to crush their bones into dust.

“All yours,” Sif said to Thor as she and the Warriors Three began to back away. The Marauders cheered. This was the fight they had been waiting for! Surely nothing could stop their stone man, not even the Mighty Thor. The rock monster smashed his club into the ground and let out a thunderous roar, signaling the start of the battle.”

“I accept your surrender,” Thor said, but the monster only raised its club higher, preparing to strike. But Thor was ready. Holding Mjolnir by the strap, Thor began to spin his hammer. It spun faster and faster and faster until it was nothing but a blur and Thor was rocketed off the ground in flight. The monster roared again as Thor, flying with his arm outstretched and all the might of Mjolnir in front of him, launched himself directly at the great beast. There was a deafening Choom as the hammer connected with the creature, then a blinding explosion. The Marauders looked up in disbelief and their cheering stopped. Chunks of rock rained from the sky as the monster’s feet stumbled backward, disconnected from its body, which no longer existed. The upper half of the stone man had been completely obliterated by Thor.

“The Son of Odin gripped Mjolnir tightly and turned with a scowl toward the rest of the Marauders. Almost in union, the remaining Marauders dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The battle was over.

“Next time we should just start with the big one,” Fandral said with a smile.”

#loki x black reader #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x black!reader #thor x reader #thor x jane

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter two - “bucky”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.4k

summary: after arriving in wakanda, (Y/N) figures out who and what she’s there for (with the help of our fav young genius)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: not my photo

"Christ, you're astonishingly intelligent. How could you possibly need my help?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm kind of a joke compared to your big brain."

As the young Wakandan princess showed (Y/N) around her extremely impressive laboratory, she thought back to her conversation with Sharon.

***

"I'm needed? In Wakanda?" she said, dumbfounded. "What am I gonna do? Help them hunt for food?"

"Well, that's the thing," Sharon began. "Wakanda isn't what you think it is. The third world country we all thought we knew is just a facade to protect the true nature of Wakanda."

(Y/N) stared, not following. Sharon continued.

"It's actually a highly advanced, technologically progressive metropolis. They have some of the smartest people and most exceptional innovations in the world. It was all a cover up."

She nodded, finally understanding, "Well, I can't say that I blame them for hiding from the world. I can only imagine what would happen, especially from the hands of America."

Sharon chuckled. "Steve settled things with T'Challa, the former prince, and the royal family are allowing him and Barnes to take refuge there until further notice. Evidently, they have the tech and the minds to undo whatever damage Hydra did to Barnes."

***

"Well, I could do this by myself, but my focus is predominantly on electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, and high-energy particle physics," the young princess explained, gesturing to various pieces of state-of-the-art tech around her lab. "I'm not really an expert in social sciences just yet; that would be you. I was told you were exceptional. Oh, and Captain Rogers needed someone he could trust on short notice. So, here you are, on account of a Sharon Carter, right?"

"Absolutely correct... your highness?" (Y/N) replied, though it was more of a question than anything else.

The princess laughed a genuine laugh, "Oh, no need for formalities! We're colleagues now and we're going to be working collaboratively. Please, call me Shuri."

"Got it," she nodded, smiling and slightly embarrassed. "...so, not to sound like more of an idiot than I probably already seem, but what exactly is this project we're working on? No one really thought it would be a good idea to tell me before I took the plane ride to another continent- which is lovely by the way."

"Well," Shuri started, gesturing her to follow along as they walked through the rest of the lab, "you know that man who allegedly bombed the UN conference in Vienna, consequently killing my father and forcing my brother to assume his place as king?"

(Y/N) gulped. "Yes."

"Yeah, he's here. He's the project. But don't worry! He didn't actually set off the bomb; he was framed."

Oh. Okay. What was she supposed to say to that? (Y/N) couldn't figure out an answer so she continued to nod and try not to look too idiotic.

"As you already know, he has suffered greatly. He's not in control of his own mind. Our job is to dismantle whatever programming Hydra drilled into his poor brain through years of abuse and torture."

(Y/N) remembered the horrible things she read in his file. The trauma, the cruelty, the destruction of humanity. Suddenly, she was no longer at a loss of words... or thoughts. She was going to help an innocent man. Well, the truly innocent man who was locked inside Hydra's homemade killer.

What was done to him was a monstrosity; it was, up to date, the worst thing she had ever seen done to a human being. And, if she can do anything to help take away or relieve some of that pain, she was happy to play her part. A good way to do that was probably to zone back in to what Shuri was saying.

"...and there's two main components to this. Number one is his physical pain. Meaning the biochemicals and neurons in his brain in addition to his arm and the nerve endings and anything else of his that they broke: the stuff I will take care of. Number two is his mental pain. Meaning his psyche, trauma, behavior, emotions, and all that other fun psychology stuff that you will take care of."

"So, I'm basically operating as a therapist?"

"Basically. Among other things."

(Y/N) stared at the floor in front of her, letting it all sink in. She was going to therapize the Winter Soldier. Whatever that was going to entail was a mystery to her. He was nothing she'd ever heard of. Of course she was extraordinary at her job, but this was new territory for her.

Unaware of what else to say, (Y/N) blurted out, "So... you said he's here..."

"Yes. Follow me, you can come meet him."

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt. He is innocent, but that doesn't stop him from scaring her a bit... even though she's never actually met him in the person.

She followed behind as Shuri led her out of the lab and through a multitude of different rooms and hallways. She was nervous, indeed. She was in a place she'd never been with people she'd never met about to see a person with a caliber she'd of never imagined.

(Y/N) wondered what he'd be like. Would she be meeting who he was before Hydra sunk their claws into him? Or would she be meeting some hybrid of the man he used to be and the pain he's been forced to endure? She wasn't sure what to expect. But she didn't have time to imagine another scenario when Shuri opened a door and they were greeted by a freezing cold breeze.

"Don't mind the cold. It's supposed to be like that," Shuri said as she held the door open and walked inside.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her midsection before her mouth dropped. In the middle of the room stood a giant glass chamber holding no other than James Barnes inside. It looked so strange to her, surreal even. He was frozen? Suspended animation. She didn't think humans were supposed to look like that. He almost looked dead. The slightest shiver ran down her spine.

"He's in a state of cryogenic sleep," Shuri explained. "Completely alive, but the chamber reduces his metabolism to its lowest possible level, allowing his body to be preserved for long periods of time."

"That's... slightly horrifying. I've heard of cryogenics, but I've never seen it first hand. How does it even work?" (Y/N) inquired as she ran her hand lightly across the glass.

It's so cold. She couldn't imagine being in there.

"In cryogenic sleep, an antifreeze agent is added, replacing the water in his cells. Then, the tissue is cooled to -220 degrees Fahrenheit, but instead of crystallizing into ice, the chemicals clump together and become solid. They're actually molecularly similar to glass. This new glass form prevents the cells from bursting and, theoretically, this could hold him in stasis forever."*

"Wow," she mused, still awestruck, staring at the chamber.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I'm good," (Y/N) chuckled, "it's just that advanced science is just shocking sometimes. And when you said I was going to meet him, I didn't think you meant like this."

Shuri smiled. "Oh, I didn't."

And with that, all it took was the push of a button and the chamber came out of dormancy. It was whirring and hissing, and (Y/N) could feel the temperature slowly start to rise. She glanced up and witnessed what looked like a miracle as color began to bloom onto his previously blanched features. He too was coming out of dormancy; he was coming alive.

(Y/N) almost startled when his eyes opened, but remained completely still when the chamber door opened. James blinked a couple times, taking in his surroundings. He looked anxious; she could understand why. She tried not to meet his eyes.

I'll let Shuri take the lead on this one, she thought.

As if on queue, Shuri gave him a polite smile and started to undo his restraints.

"Hello Sergeant Barnes. Welcome back! My name is Shuri, T'Challa's younger and much smarter sister. This," she gestured to (Y/N), "is Dr. (Y/L/N). Together, we'll be conducting your treatment plan."

He stepped out of the chamber, shaking Shuri's hand. He had almost a foot over her but towered over both of them regardless. Then, he turned to (Y/N). She wasn't sure what to think.

"It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes," she said with a curt smile, as she shook his hand. Cold. She pretended not to notice.

He looked down at her and for a moment she thought he looked docile. Benevolent and soft.

His eyes are very blue.

"Please," he said, a kindhearted gentleness coating his voice, "call me Bucky."

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* = info on cryogenics from inverse.com

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And He Walks With Flames (Dabi x Reader) - Part One

They say humans, in a strange, ironic twist of fate, owe their magic to demons. A thousand years ago, they walked the earth, wreaking destruction and chaos wherever they tread. Humans were no more than meat for the slaughter, or glorified playthings for their amusement. The first generation of humans to fight back against their monstrous oppressors did so by a peculiar, ancient magic. A power that could repel demons and bring hope to all humanity. A terrible war raged for the fate of the world and the humans managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The demons were banished to their land of origin, sealed away in defeat. But seals don't last forever. While historians argue on how literal these legends may be, there is no denying that ancient creature have begun to stir, appearing in our world again with growing frequency. And soon there might- The last paragraph was torn away. "Oh, for god's sake," you tsk. Sunlight pours through the large, high window of your lecture room, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. Though you were engrossed in your book, once you look up, the spell is broken, and the clear sky outside once again has your eyes wandering to it. It seems that you are not the only one getting distracted, either - even the professor keeps tapering off at the promise of an afternoon outside in the gorgeous spring weather. "Well," the professor says, shuffling the papers in front of her. "That's all for today. Please revise over the material and we'll discuss it in further detail next time. You are all free to go." You're only too happy to comply, putting your things away and scrambling to your feet. Everyone else is hurrying to get outside, pouring down the stairs to the doors, chattering to one another as they go. Normally you love going to lectures, but it's just too nice outside to be cooped up indoors. You push open the doors and step outside, a muted sigh of pleasure leaving your mouth. Your university, the Royal Academy of Magic, has the reputation for being tough, but so far, you've been enjoying the work. Learning about the different faces of magic, its uses, and the history of it, it's all so very fascinating to you. You've been able to use magic since you were young, but it's studying it here that will really help you unlock your true potential, and hopefully give you a concrete idea of what to aim for with your career. So far there are so many options a magic-user might do that it's been a little overwhelming trying to decide. As you cross the lawns, grass crunching beneath your feet, you decide to swing by your dorm first to drop off your books - they may contain a lot of knowledge, but damn if they're not heavy - your mother pointed out that you've developed something of a slouch since you started studying here. "I'm back!" you call as you push open the door of your dormitory. "Huh?" Kendou looks up from her bed, where she has a couple of books sprawled out next to her head, notes scribbled in the margins of her notebook as she looks over her textbook. Her red hair spills down her shoulder, coming loose from its signature ponytail. "You're back early!" "Yeah, they let us out sooner than I expected," you reply with a shrug and a small laugh, dropping your bag on your own bed and stretching, wincing as a kink in your shoulder pops. "Oh, well, that's good timing, someone came by earlier with a message for you," Kendou says, pushing herself up into a sitting position, apparently deciding your arrival is a good a reason as any to take a break from studying. "Your mother wants you to go down to the Imperial Research Centre to get your father." "Did she come by here?" you ask in surprise. Normally your mother arranges to meet you after lectures or seminars if she wants to see you during the week, and she's a rather busy woman besides. "No, she left a message at the front desk and someone passed it along," Kendou shrugs. "But she also said you guys are doing something tonight, right?" "Oh, yes, I'd forgotten all about that!" you say, feeling silly that it could

possibly have slipped your mind - you love it when you get to go out for a meal with your parents and often it means one of them has some exciting news to share. "Thanks, Kendou, I'll head over there now." She grins and gives a little wave. “No problem!” You suppose it's fortunate that the Imperial Research Centre is only a short walk from the campus and that you're very familiar with the place, since your father's been working there for so long. Anyway, it's a pleasant walk, the way there is lined with rows of trees that are only a week or two away from growing from dark to light pink and shedding their blossoms. When the street is in full bloom, it's like there's been a wedding. You even find yourself humming as you walk, breathing in the subtle smell of flowers on the breeze, wondering to yourself if the blossom trees were planted before or after the buildings were founded, but either way, whoever was responsible for them made a good call. The Imperial Research Centre is a peculiar building, made of blue stone and with a roof that boasts four conical points, one in each corner, making it resemble a castle from bygone days just plopped in the middle of the city. There's an aura of mystery to it, too, hinting at the all-important, life-changing work that’s always going on inside. If ever cutting-edge technology is released to the public, odds were that the Centre had a hand in making it. The building is cooler on the inside than it is outdoors, powered by a system designed to spread cool or warm air throughout the entire building, depending on the system. You approach the front desk, wishing that you'd thought to bring a jacket, because it’s always cold in here during the warm seasons, and the receptionist glances up on you with a slightly dismissive expression on her face. It's probably because she thinks you're an overeager student or some hapless intern, it's very rare a researcher your age would be able to work here. "May I help you?" the receptionist asks in a cool, professional tone. "Yes, I'm here to see my father," you reply. "He's one of the vice executives here." You give his surname, and the woman pauses. Is that a trace of nervousness you can see? "He's downstairs in Containment Room 1A," she says, checking a sheet of paper on the desk, which is littered with various papers, random pieces of stationary and one of those magitech intercom systems that they use. They have something similar at the Academy too, though of course, the Centre get the most high-tech version of everything. "All right, thanks," you say, turning to head for the elevator. "Wait!" the woman cries out and you glance back, confused. "I'm sorry, but you can't just walk through here, especially to the lower levels! You don't have the clearance and it can be dangerous." You scoff in disbelief. You have visited your father here before, many times, and this has never been a problem for you before. You always just tell them who you are and then get a visitor's pass. You even know some of the codes to the doors, thanks to waiting around for your father to finish work so often. "Well, please can you have someone go fetch him for me?" you ask, going to reluctantly perching on one of the chairs in the waiting area. "Can't it wait?" the receptionist asks impatiently, and maybe it can, but her attitude is starting to piss you off, so you shoot her a frosty smile you've perfected after watching your mother pull a similar face at people who don't meet her standards. "No, it can't." The woman sighs but she dutifully presses a button on the intercom system and speaks quietly into it for a moment or two, while you idly pick at a loose thread on the chair you're sitting on. She then glances back at you, eyebrows raised. "A messenger has been sent down to speak to him. Hopefully he should be upstairs shortly." "Thank you so much." you reply sweetly, the last words with heavy emphasis. After that, the two of you sit in a mutually frosty silence, with the woman sorting through paperwork on her desk and occasionally

directing people who approach her desk to the correct floor (which seems redundant to you - why can't people just read the clearly printed sign on the wall next to her desk ?), while you flick through some glossy magazines without actually taking in a single word. But you're not leaving until you've spoken to your father. Minutes tick by and you start drumming your heel lightly on the floor, leg jiggling with impatience. You wonder if the woman just lied about sending a messenger down to the Containment Room in an effort to pacify you, in the hopes you'll just get bored and leave. You grit your jaw at the thought, ignoring how cold you're getting, sitting here doing nothing. After maybe ten minutes, a man in a lab coat approaches the front desk, leaning over to speak to the woman. "Kino, could you come with me a moment? Hannah can start her shift." "Oh, I'll be right there!" Kino says, flustered, getting out from behind the desk and following the man as he walks briskly down the corridor, without a backwards glance at you. No doubt her replacement will be along any moment - perhaps she's running late? But you don't plan on sticking around. As soon as the receptionist rounds the corner, out of sight, you spring up and walk briskly across the room to the elevators, stabbing the button and stepping through the doors. You don't bother to fight the smile that spreads across your face as the doors slide shut. ~ "Father?" There's always something slightly creepy about the lower floors. The orbs lining the walls that are designed to keep the machinery running in case of a power shortage cast an eerie glow in the corridors, washing everything with a pale blue light that makes it seem far colder than it actually is. It reminds you a bit of walking through a tunnel of ice. Your boots click on the stone floor as you follow the lights to Containment Room A1. Finally, you reach the double doors leading inside, flanked by two windows each side. You can see your father inside, his back to you, so you rap on the windows. Nothing. You try again with more force, hurting your knuckles, but he still doesn't turn around. Perhaps it's soundproofed, so whatever's out here can't disturb whatever's going on in there? You glance at the keypad next to the doors, but you've never been to this particular room before so the code for the doors on the upper level is unlikely to be the same one for down here. Then you see movement, shadows beneath the crack between door and floor, and the doors slide open with a mechanical swish and two scientists in lab coats come out, comparing notes and murmuring together excitedly. You slip inside before they can slam shut again, unwilling to stand outside in the chilly corridor for any longer than necessary. "Father!" you call out as you enter. But then you stop dead in your tracks. Ahead of you, trapped behind some kind of containment field...is a monster. "What-?!" you hear your father say in surprise at his daughter suddenly marching through the doors. "What are you doing in here?!" But you don't answer. You can't look away from what's in front of you, even if you wanted to. You know without being told that this is a demon, but it's certainly not what they looked like in any of your history books. A tall, humanoid being that is undoubtedly male and you can tell from where you’re standing that he’s tall. The demon's huge, black wings arch out from behind him, reminding you of a bat. Two horns jut out from a crown of spiky black hair, but aside from that, you're surprised by how… human he looks. Your cheeks warm up as you notice he is shirtless, peculiar burn marks covering over half of his body and seemingly crudely stitched together like a patchwork doll. Despite that, he's impressively sculpted, sinewy muscles on full display and you know that demons were said to be uncommonly strong. Your eyes drift further down, and you spot a whiplike tail wrapped around one leg, topped with a pointed barb at the end, like a club in a game of cards. His arms are in restraints and so are his

ankles, yet he doesn't seem stressed in any way, leaning against the back wall of his holding cell as though he's waiting for something. "What...is this?" you breathe out, finally turning to your father. "This is our latest research subject," your father replies beside you, also staring at the demon, though his expression is surprisingly somber, considering just how amazing it is that they have been able to capture and contain a demon. You've never seen a live demon before, and something tells you that the one before you certainly isn't any garden variety one. "Director Fuji is very excited about this. It's not every day you see a demon this high ranking." Slowly, the demon stirs, raising his head a little. You're perfectly safe outside the containment field, as well was the multiple other safety measures both inside the cell and out of it, yet the sensation of being watched makes your flesh break out in goosebumps. From beneath spiky fronds of hair, the demon's eyes - so blue they almost don't look real - stare right at you, his gaze alone rooting you to the spot, laying all your defenses bare and leaving you feeling bizarrely naked before that look. Watching you without once blinking or breaking his gaze, his lips part in a sneer to reveal two rows of teeth, the fangs sharp and white as an icicle. You find yourself holding your breath as your father speaks again. "Sweetheart, meet Dabi."

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Pets They Would Have pt. 2

Karasuno

Hisashi Kinoshita

Hisashi is a Train Company Employee. This means he works a lot of hours and just does not have the time to take care of, love and train any other pets

Fish are a really easy to take care of

All you have to do is remember to feed them and have a water filter to constantly clean their aquarium

Some fish, if handled when young, can get big and will let and love for you to pet them

But, they also are just very nice to have

Just to watch them swim around all of the plants with the light on at night

As I said, they don't need alot either

Hisashi could just let them be

They wouldn't beg or need constant love and attention like a mammal (dog, cat, rat, bird)

They also don't need constant vigilance for health issues or specialized diets like amphibian and reptilian pets

Hisashi is going to be tired when he gets home from work, so he needs a pet that is more ornamental than a chore

I feel if Hisashi were to have fish, he'd get the weirdest ones in the pet store

Hisashi seems to have a very strong inner child

So he would want either the flashiest fish, or the ones that cause a double take everytime their passed by in the store

He may get only one or two or get a whole tank full

I honestly feel like it could go one of two ways:

A- He has an aquarium for a wall in his house filled with his wild choice in fish or

B- He has a small, round, spherical bowl with two fish in it

It'd be funny if he had just the two fish to start with then they had babies even though the worker said they were both female

Obviously they weren't

They laid eggs and he had to transfer the female and daughters to one large tank and the father and sons to another so they wouldn't keep having babies

After this he has like 14 fish in total

Then he keeps finding himself at the pet store looking at the "ugly" fish no one wants

He buys these fish and ends up having two tanks that cover a whole wall

One's for his male fish the others for the females

But he screws up and learns the hard way that clownfush can change genders to help make babies

I'm being terrible to this poor guy let me stop

He so would be that fish owner to get real plants and "not those toxic plastic ones, how do they not hurt the fish???"

I honestly love the thought of Kinoshita just spacing out in front of his fish as he just watches them swim and do their own thing

Or if he were to only have a couple fish and he lets them get really big and pets them

Kazuhito Narita

Now, I know what you're thinking

Aren't Ferrets incredibly high maintenance?

Not really

Kazu ends up working at a Realty Firm

Generally their work hours are supposed to be around 40 hrs a week

But they often have to stay longer considering most clients can only meet up on weekday afternoons

So this means Kazu has to work a lot

Ferrets may be mischievous and a little destructive, but that's easy to fix

If a ferret is to be left at home alone for hours at a time, just get it a really big cage and tons of toys to play with

Plenty of food and water too, of course

But ferrets are honestly pretty chill

All they need is for you to clean out their cage around once a week, some light grooming here and there, and some time to run around

Apartment or house doesn't matter with ferrets

They love to just mess around and only need a couple hours of free time a day

They sleep most of the day, 17 to 20 hours usually

They also aren't very vocal

They have a specific noise they make when excited thats barely heard by most human ears

Fun fact about ferrets is they actually have pretty poor eyesight, but their sense of smell and hearing more than make up for it

The only real problems Kazu would have to worry about are hairballs getting lodged and dental issues, no different than a cat

I didn't pick a cat though bc, Kazu seems like the kind of person to have something that doesn't get riled up on a whim like a cat

Cats often have unpredictable moods, ferrets on the other hand can be energetic but won't get into a bad mood at the drop of a pin

They're generally very fun loving

Though, it is always recommended to get a pair

Ferrets are highly social animals, so they would need a buddy for when your not able to be there for them

Kazu would probably get one almost all white ferret and one almost all dark brown ferret for the symbolism

I love the thought of Kazu wrestling with one ferret, it wrapped around his hand, and then the other one if climbing on his back and sliding down the back of his shirt in playful retaliation

Tobio Kageyama

I really really wanted to give Tobio a turtle, but with him being a volleyball player in his adult life, that just won't work

Turtles need very specific temperatures and surroundings so they can live happily and healthily

I honestly feel in terms of personality, nothing but a cute little Eastern Box Turtle would fit him perfectly

I honestly struggled to find something that, to me, fit Kageyama Tobio but also would be manageable for him as a pro athlete

He's a very complex character and something with fur or feather just did not seem to suit him to me

The only problem is.......reptiles and amphibians are generally really demanding pets

From the food they eat, the the temperature their home has to be set at, its a lot of constant care

Some of them may not like constant physical touch, but they still need to be cleaned and have a constant watchful eye to check for any skin abnormalities

I decided on the African Fire Skink after much much MUCH consideration

These lizards don't get large, onky around 14-15 inches

And, unlike many reptilian nd amphibian pets, they don't require any specific heating or lighting

As long as your house isn't like consistently hot or cold or constantly changing between the two, their fine

They do need a substantial amount of dirt to dig and hide in

They mostly eat insects and one very rare occasion would appreciate a pinky mouse

These lizards are also shy and like to be admired from a distance

They don't like to be touched too much

They also have few and far between health problems uike other lizards

The only real problem is you can't find them at local pet stores but, they generally sell for around 25-70 USD

They also live for around 15-20 years

I feel like Tobio would have gotten his lizard as a middle schooler bc he didn't have very many friends, but he also didn't want a really needy pet since he doesn't know how to socialize well

Since this lizard like to be left alone, he could admire it from afar and this lizard could help him learn how to social better

Sorta.....

Imagine Tobio at a table in his room, doing some homework and the little Skink is just lazing about in a sunspot next to him 😍

Shoyo Hinata

YES YOU ARE SEEING CORRECTLY

At first for Shoyo I thought, okay maybe a hamster or a Guinea Pig or something like that

Ya know, something small but mighty and also, incredibly cute!

But I took a look at a list of pets that travel well and one of pets that can be left at howm for days with a proper care taker

I nearly shot myself bc I totally forgot that Hermit Crabs can be pets!!!!!

And they suit Shoyo so well!!!

They are small and sturdy

They fight back and pinch when threatened but can be very nice little pets to have

Hermit Crabs also love, sadly, for only around 10 years and can grow up to 6 inches long

Also, three to five shells per crab should be available

I am living for the idea that Hinata bought a bunch of shells for his crabs and painted them with little volleyballs and crows and ornage and black 🥺

These are good bc as long as you have someone reliable to feed them when they need to be while you're gone

Usually, if they're small, they're tiny wittle claws can't grab onto pellet food, so heir is a specific kind of almost dust like food for Hermit Crabs

Also, dark leafy greens like kale and broccoli or fruits like apples, bananas, and grapes are good too

Just choo them up really really tiny

They also need 2-3 inches of soil, silica play sand, and (optional) coconut fibers for them to burrow in when they molt

They also need a place for water to keep their little shells moist

They also need specific temps and maybe even mist their terrarium with water now and again

Something that us important and why Shoyi would need someone to come in and check on them is bc they are every vulnerable when molting

When a Hermit Crab molts they need to be separated from others so they don't get hurt

Like with many smaller pets you also have to thoroughly wash your hands before and after you touch them

Shoyo would fight Tobio when Tobio said his Crabs are boring and go into a long detailed argument about how each Crab has his/her own personality and how interesting they are

Kei Tsukishima

Did you expect this Dino loving nerd to have anything else other than a reptile?

I tried to find one, as you can imagine, that would fit his adult life schedule but also his personality

I really wanted to give him an Iguana or Chameleon butbthey were really demanding with care

Now.....I know

Anole are native to the Southern US and Southern Hispanic countries such as Mexico, Clolombua, and Venezuela

They are around 20cm long and only live a very short 3-5 years

Also if you own many most should be female and only one should be male if you choose to have any males at all

The males get very territorial and will fight one another

Also the males flair our their dewlaps (skin flap under their chin) in defense and when they feel threatened

The dewlaps are usually pink, red, or on the rare occasion blue

Females have these as well but don't flair them out as much

Anoles are very high energy but don't care to be touched too much

These lizards also can't be picked up by their tales as they have evolved to lose their tales and grow them back

Kei would like these as they are so odd

They're not only descendants of Dinosaurs but they can lose their tales and grow them back at will???

I feel like Kei would constant have new ones

His massive tank (you need big ones for these guys, they are very active and will resort to cannibalism if their space is too small) is never empty, always at least three

He has analbum on his phone of all of the Anoles he's owned and maybe even has a picture book with their names on it

Yamaguchi to this day is the o ky one that has had the privilege to see said book

Yamaguchi is also the only person Kei trusts to take care of his precious Anoles

And when one dies he has really small but none the less grand ceremony for a descendant of the mighty race of Dinosaurs

Yamaguchi always helps him set these up

I fell like he would give them really weird names as well

Like twig, stick, sock, glove, kneecap or some weird shit idk

I'll have Yamaguchi, Yachi, Yui, Natsu, and Saeko in the next one

My requests are open and I hope you enjoyed

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