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uollop · 11 months

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Vash x Fem!Reader, they have a child together who’s absolutely adorable. the child ends up getting kidnapped by Zazie and taken to Nai who tries and do expirements on the child and tries to draw the 12 month old blood..

but the child is an absolute menance and starts touching stuff that’s dangerous and nai badically begrudgingly tells the child to not touch it but the child does it anyway

Nai ends up basically giving the child back to Zazie with a note attached to the baby’s chest saying that the child is a menace

And is annoying

also the baby is half human half plant

An Uncle's Love

Content: Pregnancy, the mention of giving birth, kidnapping, fem reader, pre-established relationship, Vash x reader, ne*dles, slight angst but also humor because Nai is trying to handle a baby

Word count: 925

Notes: This was an oddly specific request but I'm not complaining lmao! I hope you enjoy it! :) Requests are still open! Thank you for sending requests, it helps me figure out what to write about because I have too many ideas running around in my head.

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When you and Vash had realized you were pregnant, neither of you really knew what to expect. With him being a plant and you being a human, he hadn't even realized pregnancy was a possibility. As soon as he found out, his mind swarmed with possibilities of all the ways it could go wrong. The pregnancy itself was normal however, and so was the baby after it was born. A healthy baby girl with no complications during the birth so the two of you assumed that the plant gene wasn't one that could be inherited by humans and that your daughter was just like you. You had no reason to believe otherwise.

The two of you decided to attempt to keep your relationship with Vash a secret so that you could avoid any complications that would arise from being in a relationship with the Humanoid Typhoon. It wasn't easy, but it was for the safety of both you and your child. You were able to keep it concealed until your daughter's first birthday, when Zazie caught wind of the existence of the baby Saverem and decided to attempt to surprise Knives with his niece.

When Zazie brought the baby to Knives, his face contorted into a look of disgust and uncertainty, asking them if this was some kind of joke. Zazie explained that this was his brother's child, causing Knives to become intrigued. He refused to touch the girl, though, and had Zazie follow him so that they could bring the baby to Conrad for testing.

The moment you and Vash realized that the baby had been taken in the night, you were both freaking out. You called Meryl, Wolfwood, even Roberto to see if they had any idea where your daughter was, but no luck. You were panicking, running around the area near your small house, trying to find her somewhere, anywhere. But it seemed she was gone. There weren't even any footprints in the sand to give you an idea where she could be.

Knives wasn't fairing much better. Ever since he had taken some blood from the baby, she hadn't stopped screaming. The ear-splitting noise was getting on his nerves, but he tried to remain calm and possibly even soothe the baby as he stared at her with uncertainty and slight disdain, before slowly placing his hand on her head, covering a part of her face. Her cries went quiet for a moment and, for a split second, Knives had thought that the noise was over. Then, the giggling and babbling started. His niece reached up and took his hand in her tiny ones, playing with and pulling on his fingers, causing him to pull away with a look of frustration on his face.

Any vocal discipline he tried to apply towards the child was met with laughter and baby talk. After a while, he gave up and settled for simply watching the child, until she started to reach for some nearby needles which caused him to quickly grab her arm to stop her.

Of course, this attempt to ensure her safety was met with more crying as she continued trying to reach for the needles as if they were a piece of candy she desperately wanted. When he realized how badly the child wanted them, he begrudgingly picked her up and placed her on the ground, moving to put away the extra needles. While his back was turned, though, the infant started to crawl out of the room. By the time he had finished putting away the dangerous items, the young girl was gone from his sight. He panicked and searched the room for a moment before cursing and walking out of the area, seeing the child crawling towards a rail-less stairway.

Knives scrambled over and scooped up the child, causing the screaming to resume. It was like this baby had a death wish. It continued like that all day. Every time Knives so much as glanced away for a second, his brother's child managed to find something dangerous to play with. It was becoming a serious chore and he wasn't sure how his brother of all people managed to deal with this kind of bullshit.

Eventually, after he got the results he was waiting for, he handed the baby back to Zazie and told them to take "it" back to where they had found it, tucking a note into the baby's hands before Zazie took off with it.

You and Vash had been searching town all day looking for your child and, after turning up empty handed, the two of you somberly made your way back to your home. The walk home included a one-sided conversation in which Vash attempted to comfort you, insisting that it wouldn't be long before you found her and that you just had to hold out for a bit longer.

Turns out he was correct as, when you arrived back at your house, your baby was nestled sleeping in her crib as she chewed on a piece of paper.

After checking the baby for any injuries (you only found one, which was bandaged neatly), you took the piece of paper and unfolded it.

"Brother,

Your child is as much of a nuisance as you are. I believe it was attempting to make my life hell so that I would return it to you, so here it is.

You should better teach your child what is and isn't a toy.

Especially if it's going to be a part of the new Plant-Human hybrid species.

Knives Millions"

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#trigun x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash trigun #trigun #trigun stampede #knives millions #millions knives #tristamp

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Fem!Robb x Tywin please! Those two are my secret crackship! Let's call him Robyn and she leads the Northmen and while not physically fighting, she's great at planning and strategies and wins them all the victories. She also agrees to marry Frey and on the wedding, Northmen are ambushed by Tywin but this time he promises to spare her mother and the rest of the Northmen from Red Wedding if she surrenders and marries him. She does and the two are married and Tywin is very scary and dominating and obsessed with her on their wedding night.

Maybe something like "I've never met a woman like you. Beautiful and smart, all in one. I knew I had to keep you." And she's basically his prisoner in King's Landing after they return and he isolates her and blackmail her (using her sisters and brothers lives as threats) to keep her submissive and he just LOVES fucking and breeding her?

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Hey, I'm the Female Robb x Tywin one! Just to add a headcanon I have for them. Robyn is as meek and quiet as Alicent is with Viserys in bed, except Tywin forces her to orgasm and is very vocal in bed. Keeps telling her how tight and sweet she is. How she's gonna make a fantastic mother and basically baby traps her into falling in love with him?

Maybe a short extra smut in the one shot where Robyn tries to take moon tea and Tywin spanks her and promises to bed her twice as often (he already fucks her every night) to ensure she's pregnant? Please? I loved your Fem Daemon one! Please let me have my Robb x Tywin!! AN: Loved the idea and i hope you like this too xx

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It was for the good of her people, Robyn thought to herself as she shakily watched her now Lord husband move into the room. She knew it was thanks to him there would be no public bedding ceremony; the thought had long terrified her but she was still not calm. The thin, near see through night shift bore her to him completely.

“I know this is not what you had planned, in many ways.” Tywin whispered over his shoulder. The fire burned beside them both; warming the room but still Robyn shook. She softly gulped as she clasped her hands behind her back. “I will make it good for you - better than any Frey could have.” The old lion promised darkly.

“Tywin…” She whispered out; softly gulping as he stalked closer. There was something in his eyes she couldn't describe as he so gently cupped your face. “I have wanted you for so long.” He purred his secret. The cat and mouse war games had only wet his appetite even more for the she-wolf.

“So beautiful and smart…” Tywin continued to purr. His hand moved up and down her sides causing Robyn to gasp out even more. Gods, she knew it was coming but everything was happening so fast. It had not been two days since she was at her own wedding; one that never came to be.

His hands moved past the sides of her breasts. “You do not have to worry.” Tywin purred. His body brushed against her. His bare chest was more muscular than she had thought it was and she scolded herself for staring. The lion only chuckled as he leaned in; lips brushing before the kiss deepened.

The sweet wolf whimpered against him but Tywin took the lead. He only grew harder at the thought of Robyn’s innocence; all she would know was him, he’d make sure of it. “Good girl.” He whispered, brushing their noses together before his tongue was forcing itself inside her hot mouth.

Her dark eyes were so wide as Tywin gently guided her back against the bed. He watched in delight as she fell back; bouncing with her soft breasts moving too. Fuck, he was too old for this. He should have had Robyn married to his son but they were all so useless. Tywin could only trust himself.

His greedy hands were soon on her as he began to crawl up the bed. His body hovering over Robyn’s sweet body. “Tywin…. “ She whimpered out some more as her breasts softly moved with her breathing. The lion did not listen as he leaned in; his hot mouth taking her clothed breast with his lips.

Robyn cried out as the new sensations moved through her body and had her arching from the bed. “Oh ..oh gods…” She whimpered out as his free hand moved towards her breast and began to palm her. “No Gods here, only me.” Tywin purred into her ear as he ripped the thin layer from her.

His hands moved over her now bare body as he stared in near awe. Robyn was all his now. The thought alone had him smirking. “I’ll give you pleasure you’ve never known but I need to be inside you now.” She gently began to shake her head; gulping as Tywin’s hand tugged his own pants down.

“Shh, that’s it…you can take me.” Tywin purred. He moved up her body and nearly groaned when her soft, ample breasts brushed against his chest. “Oh, fuck..you are so tight.” He purred as his fat cock was slowly; inch by inch pushing inside her. Her hands moved onto his chest to push him away.

Her legs shook as the pain and pleasure moved through her mind. Robyn’s body shook as she reached for the sheets and tightened her grip on them. “Good girl..taking me so well, you were made for it.” Tywin purred; his thrusts still slow as he watched the erotic sight of her taking his cock.

“You have the body to be bred.” Tywin hummed. His hips rocking as his hands slowly moved over her body. He groped those ample breasts of hers and squeezed them; envisioning them filled with milk. “Good girl.” He purred and leaned closer. The action had his cock slipping deeper.

He watched in delight at how her face screwed up in pleasure. “Do you like this now?” Tywin cruelly teased; his thrusts quickening. The lion was not going to last long - but neither were you.

The sight of the wolf in his house colours only had Tywin becoming harder. Their argument the evening before for Robyn to see her family had ended with him fucking her from behind. His fingers stuffed in her arse with a threat of him taking her there. It had her soft for him, he thought it did anyway.

It seemed he’d underestimated his little wolf. “I thought I told you what a wonderful mother you would make.” He purred darkly into her ear. His hands roughly palmed on her now red arse as she whimpered prettily into his ear. The lion took no notice as he kept Robyn impossibly close against him.

“I think you want me to fuck you all day, every day.” Tywin purred; he bit into her neck and had her moaning out. His hand came down on her arse once more and the little wolf was trying to escape. “I will do…every morning and night …even more.” He whispered and soon he captured her soft lips.

Robyn moaned and whimpered; melting against him as her body still shook at the spanks he’d given her. His hand slowly fisted his cock; brushing his fat head against your clit that had you shaking even more. “You won’t see your family today…another punishment.” Tywin hummed just as she took him in.

Tywin was never going to allow her to see her family - but Robyn did not have to know this. She could blame herself as he made her bounce on his cock. Soon, she would be full of his heirs and all his. He licked up her chest as her head fell back. It seemed pleasure had unlocked something inside her.

She was addicted to it; to him even as the young wolf tried to escape it. “Good girl..that’s it.” His fat head brushed against her spongy spot time and time again until she was squirting around him. Still, Tywin did not stop. He only thrust harder and faster; his hold on her side only tightening.

#tywin lannister x reader #requests

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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ML AU idea: Lady of Second Chances (Season 1)

-I covered origins, so I figured I might as well cover how the season goes with a basically fully realized Ladybug.

-Ladybug started making charms early on.

-So Marinette is several times more mature and experienced than her previous self.

-It’s mainly just Marinette Preventing akuma when possible

-Stormy weather happens because nothing Marinette could do to stop that. So that episode is basically the same.

-Marinette has to remind herself that chat noir is still new to the hero thing.

-Lady Wifi still happens but Marinette debates telling Alya earlier or not after.

-Evillustrator happens with almost no changes. Except that Marinette’s plan worked with some slight tweaks. And it ended on the boat. Chloe did manage to get Sabrina back on her side though since Marinette was focusing on her plan.

-Chat noir asked for a reward for doing well guarding Marinette. Ladybug humored him with a pat on the head.

-Dark Cupid happens but because Marinette stepped in and stopped Kim from getting embarrassed. She made sure to ask who the girl was. Alya and Marinette managed to talk Kim out of it. He ended up getting sad because of it. Kim does realize Marinette and Alya were right. So that’s a positive. And ladybug wastes no time because she knows she has to kiss chat noir. (She may have been over enthusiastic)

-Copy cat doesn’t happen because Marinette made an effort not to leave a message. Saying she will try again another time. So she showed up at the statue unveiling and Chat noir didn’t get jealous, Theo got his autograph and everything was chill. No jelly kitty and no copy cat.

-Bubbler happens, but Marinette made 2 gifts. Because she remembered that the scarf will be mistaken as a gift from his father. So she made sure to keep that part the same way. But prepared a Different gift, this time with her name signed and stitched in. Marinette also made sure it matched the scarf, but not in an obvious way. Adrien loved the gift, thanking Marinette. Alya asked how she knew Adrien would not realize the scarf gift was from her. “I forgot to sign it” Alya jokes that she’s psychic

-Chronogirl/Timebreaker doesn’t happen because Marinette says She will hold the watch. Knowing how breaking it would be bad. So that’s prevented.

-Rogercop, Mr.Pigeon, The Pharoah, The Mime, pixalator and Guitar villain are all the same. Since Marinette couldn’t prevent them from happening.

-princess fragrance: Marinette had to help Tikki so it happened. Marinette did her best not to just hug Fu after seeing him. She knew it wasn’t the right time. So she kept her mouth shut.

-Reflekta Marinette could have prevented but she knows how the later pictures helped Juleka so she lets it play out the same way.

-the episode Kung food happens but Marinette’s uncle isn’t akumatized. So Marinette knows she’s struggling but she tells Alya she will ask Adrien for help. Alya is proud of her for taking the step. Adrien is more than happy to help and since Marinette isn’t surprised this time, she is better prepared (plus over the previous timeline she had been working more on her mandarin, so that helped) Chloe gets akumatized and become “The Critic” but she gets her butt whooped.

-Darkblade happens but Marinette warns her mom in advance about Sabrina. So Sabrina can’t even get into the house and returns in failure. Also Marinette is more bold in her campaign (Sabrina voted for her in secret)

-Animan happens, Marinette ENSURED everything happened the same way so Alya and Nino ended up together.

-Horrificator happened, but this time Marinette and Adrien did kiss. Since Marinette locked the door so Chloe didn’t ruin the shot. (Marinette forgot that this day resulted in horrificator. As she was distracted.

-So Gamer doesn’t happen, Marinette sees the tournament they were doing and asks if she could play since she liked the game. She smoked Adrien and Max. The class suggests she competes but she declines, but would be happy to give them pointers. Which Max and Adrien agree. (While max is a bit grumpy about losing he is still gonna compete so he’s not akumatizable) and Marinette coaches then both at her place. Max and Adrien both being polite and accepting of the treats. It’s not as romantic as Marinette would have liked but Adrien and her do get a few moments. Max and Adrien win the tournament, and they give the trophy to Marinette who coached them.

-Simon says happens but with 50% more ladrien.

-Antibug doesn’t happen because Marinette remembered not to snap at her. And encouraged her to make amends with Sabrina. Since at this time Chloe looked up to ladybug.

-Volpina. So Marinette remembers what happened when she confronted Lila the first time. But she also needs to make photo copies of the book. So Marinette takes a different approach.

-Marinette runs into them at the library. As the Class rep she has a right to introduce herself to a new student. Lila has to smile and pretend like she isn’t getting C-blocked by Marinette. Adrien talking highly of Marinette also pisses Lila off.

-Tikki snuck the book and Lila ended up without it. Also because of Marinette’s interruption, there was no after school park date. Lila was annoyed.

-Marinette quickly got pictures of everything in the book and before school ended, gave the book back to Adrien. Saying she found it by his chair and was wondering if it was his.

-Relieved, Adrien thanked Marinette for finding the book, he didn’t realize it was missing. He headed back home.

-Marinette now had everything she needed and headed to Fu’s place.

-Lila decides to try again with Adrien later but no akumatization.

-Marinette is excited to meet Fu for real.

-Adrien does find himself thinking about Marinette a LOT more after the movie kiss (which technically was their first kiss now). But ladybug is also more flirty with chat noir (and with Adrien) so Boy may be a bit more conflicted

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml au #lady of second chances #Marinette Dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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cornerverse · 11 months

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In your opinion, should Ladybug have told Cat Noir about Cat Blanc? Yes he would have been upset and horrified, but having the talk it out would have prevented a lot of things that happened between them.

Absolutely!

First off, just the basic facts of how that's something he should know about. Both as it pertains to him and because he's Ladybug's /partner/.

Secondly: Maribug should've told him because it gives so much context to her further reactions. The increased paranoia about him /specifically/ knowing her identity even if she tells others. The fact that she knows he can be Akumatized, so she's going to take a step back to prevent that where she can.

Ofc in this scenario Chat would be able to calm her fears. Explain that they can take steps together to ensure it doesn't happen. Point out that, since Blanc knew her real name and was happy about it, there must've been some factor other than identity and love for him to get Akumatized.

Knowing Maribug she'd still struggle and keep secrets, but Chat would know it comes from a place of fear, not distrust.

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soulless-bex · 8 months

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there should be more fics where peter parker is pepper’s son and tony gets to be the weird/bad influence uncle

i think that would be funny

here’s a few exemple to support my argument:

peter would tell tony right away about spider man and they would work in secret on a super suit. pepper gets mad at the both of them. especially tony. he’s supposed to be the adult and set a good exemple, but honestly, pepper isn’t sure why she expected better

peter messes with tony. a lot. like he uses his big brain to hack into jarvis and then friday to change the name of the protocols to something ridiculous and nonsensical. just for the comedic effect. he also locks tony out of the code to enjoy the chaos just that much longer

pepper tries to give her son a somewhat normal life, forgetting that he basically grew up holed in a lab with tony. as a consequence of that fact, peter freaks e v e r y o n e out with his obscure science knowledge. his teachers gave up. tony is proud. pepper is tired

everyone at si loves him. they think he’s the loveable son of their lovely ceo. r&d knows it’s a lie though. they saw peter crawl through the vents in the middle of the night once, for the sole purpose of pranking tony. there’s also the time they saw him build a ghoul like animatronic only to set it loose in the tower (what can i say, the boy loves chaos). they do not trust the golden retriever mask

everyone that isn’t r&d finds him real polite tho. they often ask him to run errands like bringing paperwork to his mum and stuff

everyone who isn’t in the know thinks peter is an orphan, and no matter how many times he explained that no, mary parker was not his mother, just his dad’s wife, his mom is still alive thankyouverymuch, they still deny the truth. he just became peter “i’m not an orphan” parker to the outside world. it annoys him very much. especially since he can’t say the full truth due to Security Reasons. he loves his mom very he much and would consequently love to brag about her

mama’s boy peter parker. duh

peter calls tony mr stark the moment there’s an impressionable soul (read; new employee that isn’t familiar with the si dynamic) in the vicinity. he knows tony hates it because it makes him feel old. he doesn’t care. he likes being a pain in the ass.

heir peter, because even tho he’s a little shit, there isn’t anyone else tony and pepper would trust to keep the tower standing for more than a week

peter during his first times living with pepper and tony, following tony around like a lost duckling because **science**. he picks up all the bad habits while he’s at it. that leads pepper to enforce the “please supervise tony” rule that says that peter isn’t allowed to be alone with tony without adult supervision. she first considered it when her son started drinking too much coffee for comfort and cursing, but what really drove the point home was that one time where they pulled an all nighter on a week day to build a miniaturized spaceship out of the blue. she did not find the resulting explosion funny

rodhey gets to be the trusted uncle. he’s however more often acknowledged as the babysitter, meaning that he has for task to ensure that his best friend doesn’t accidentally teach his too-smart-for-his-own-good nephew how to build nukes

joke on him, peter already knew how to build those thanks to previous binge researche

peter bullies captain america. the psas did not make a good first impression

#it’s late as fuck so i might have forgotten some key details #but i love single mom pepper with chaos son peter #tony feels fear in his own home #peter parker #pepper potts #tony stark #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #fanfiction #fanfic prompt #marvel fanfic idea #iron family #pepper potts is peter parker’s mom #peter parker-potta au

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raisingsimcain · 2 years

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6.1

“Troy?

“Come in.”

“I’m sorry it took so long to let you know I was alive. I had to make sure it was safe.”

“I get it. What happened?”

“I was with Lindsay when I heard about dad and Bruce. I haven’t heard from you in years, We didn’t know if you were still alive.”

“Dad sent me here to hide the day I turned 18 to protect the line.”

“He didn’t tell us what happened to you or where you went? I convinced Lindsay to marry right away. We did it in secret. I had no time to get to mom or anyone. I new that I had to ensure the line continued. We were going to run right after the ceremony but when she went to collect our bags we were ambushed. I had to leave her behind with her father. He didn’t know. I knew she would be safe. I hoped she would be safe.”

“Her father dropped her off her wanting nothing to do with her when he found out.”

“I heard but I couldn’t leave hiding. It wasn’t until I heard mom was at the palace restoring order that I came out. I was on the way here but you had left for the funeral. I didn’t know if it was safe to return so I waited.”

“How did you get in New Haven. This place is locked down.”

“I tried for about a week but no luck. Then one day I saw the Charlotte and Mia talking to someone at the front gate. I took my chances and walked up to the gate. He knew who I was right away.”

“Abbies Cousin is the Sherriff.”

“He had someone named Mike Sneak me in.”

“Abbies Uncle, not much happens around here with out here family knowing.”

“They didn’t want to announce my being here until they spoke to you.”

“How did you manage to lock down a entire town?”

“Mom, She basically founded this place when she stepped down.”

“So that’s why dad hid you here.”

“Yeah, It’s a good place. The council just approved me running things from here. I don’t ever want to take Abbie or the girls from here. I want our child to be raised here. Is Lindsay Pregnant?”

“No we wanted to wait.”

“Good, stay, you are only 17. Lindsay barely 17. This is a small town but the possibilities are endless.”

#sims 4 #sim stories #the sims 4 #the sims 4 edit #the sims 4 story #the sims 4 storytelling #sims 4 screenshots #TS4 SCREENSHOTS

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universestreasures · 2 years

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@enterpainment Sent:

Yuya had been searching high and low for Yuzu. He looked everywhere from under her bed to atop the trees that grew within the courtyard. Just as he nearly resorted to shouting her name he had begun to hear something-- No... someone? The voice was faint but his senses were keen and he followed the trail of musical notes hanging in the air. The source? Well, it was Yuzu herself, singing alone in the foggy morning, away from most prying eyes and ears....aside from Yuya’s, obviously. He was stunned into silence, her voice taking center stage. It was only when she stopped for breath did he trip over himself, unable to NOT say something. ❝Lady Yuzu, that... That was... Amazing--❞ [Yuya @ Yuzu, Nobles of Natures verse! PLS TELL ME I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD THOUGHTS OF YUYA CATCHING YUZU SINGING AND BEING ABSOLUELY WOWED]

Yuzu had awoken uncharacteristically early that foggy morning. She had gone to bed the previous night a bit earlier than usual due to being so exhausted from a long day of dance classes. The Akaba family was to host a grand gala soon to celebrate Ray’s 21st birthday, a day where she was also old enough to get her inheritance from her father. Leo Akaba wanted everyone in the family to present their best selves, and thus, he ordered everyone to partake in dance lessons to ensure there would not be any embarrassment at the event.

Yuzu didn’t mind the lessons it. In fact, she liked it like the rest of her sisters did. It was just the fact it was basically nonstop from sunrise to sunset that bothered her so much. So, she decides to take this morning to spend some alone time partaking in her preferred hobby of singing. It was a talent Yuzu had since she was young, one she also shared with her estranged aunt Lady Eve.

Though, she never made her talent for this known beyond her siblings and Yuya. The last thing she needed was her father finding out about it, and forcing her to perform for political gain. It was part of why her sister Serena also kept her secret affinity for dance a secret too. In fact, Serena purposely kept making errors in the steps to try and throw everyone off, causing amused chuckles from Yuri who was watching from the sidelines.

The melody Yuzu was partaking in was a soft ballad from the heart, a song she composed herself actually. Music composition and music theory were also things the flower magic user seemed to have an affinity for, often taking time to read and practice those things in secret. She hated she had to hide such passions, but when you lived under the iron fist of a very controlling political figure, you did what you had to to ensure you wouldn’t become more of a tool for family gain than you already were just by existing.

Sapphire hues suddenly widen and her voice stops in her throat as the noise of another presense reaches her ears after taking a breath. Her face turned as pink as her magenta locks, sweat dripping down her face as she turned to face Yuya. Part of her was happy it was just him who heard her and not someone else, but the embarrassment she suddenly felt was still there all the same.

“Y-Y-Yuya?! D-Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She hides before her gaze looks to the side, the blush still gracing her delicate face. “And uh...t-thank you...It’s a new song I’m working on that I’m planning to surprise Ray with for her birthday. Not sure if it’s good enough, though. The chorus could use some work, along with some of the lyrics.”

Her expression then shifts to look back to Yuya after her blush had seemed to cease, the heartbeat in her chest returning to normal levels as well. “A-Anyway, I’m sorry for not leaving a note or something. I’m sure I worried you. It’s just after yesterday, I wanted to have some time to myself, but I think I’ve done enough singing for now. Besides, the last thing I need is for one of the staff to catch me and then report to my dad.”

She knew that ever since the dragon brothers entered the home, observation of Yuzu and her sisters had become increased. This was was done in the interest of safety, of course. Though, Yuzu could do without the feeling she is being watched everywhere. The land that housed her silver rose bracelet on her wrist then reaches out toward Yuya, grasping his hand gently as she smiled.

“Say, do you want to go get some breakfast? I heard from some of the cooks that pancakes are on the menu for today, and I know they are your favorite, Yuya.”

#💎 The Odd Eyes Pendulum Wielder Of Smiles (Enterpainment: Yuya)#💎 Melodious Treasure (Yuzu Hiiragi)#💎 Melodious Answers (Yuzu Asks)#💎 Melodious' Home Of Magical Nobility (Yuzu Nobles Of Nature AU)#tw long post #(YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE AND I LOVE THIS?#(PERFECTION #(ALSO DUMPING IN SOME LORE BECAUSE OF COURSE #(WHICH MEANS THIS GOT LONG OOPS

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forcebewitht · 3 years

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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Can you do Stolas with an imp and the imp falling for Stolas but hiding it, Stolas eventually finding out and confessing he felt the same? With Stolas being *ahem* himself per say

Stolas with Imp S/O

Youd worked all over Hell, in many occupations. From cooking to cleaning and a wide variety of maintenance.

And with your extensive experience in so many fields, it wasnt difficult to get a job serving in the prestigious Goetia Palace.

You got used to your duties quickly, thoroughly cleaning the east wing when lord Stolas walked by.

Now you'd only had a brief interaction with the owl Demon during your time at the palace, but by all rights he seemed a decent fellow, at least by Demonic Overlord standards.

However, as he passed by he was confronted by his wife. His wife, Lady Stella, went off on him, demanding to know if he'd prepared for a gathering later that day.

You knew about the gathering, and it was very clear Stolas had not prepared for it.

You watched as the owl sputtered and tripped over his words as he desperately tried to explain to his wife why he hadn't prepared for it.

You don't really know why you did it, most Imps would give an arm and a leg to see a noble being given a thrashing by there wives.

But Stolas didn't deserve such a thing, so you stepped forwards, apologising on his behalf.

Telling her you were still new to the job and he was helping you with an urgent matter and that's why he was unable to prepare for the gathering.

Stella stared at you for a long moment and just when you thought she'd say something, she smacked you clean across the face.

Between Stella's inherent strength and your small size, the smack sent you into the nearest wall.

Stella told you coldly to never distract her husband again, and NEVER address her in such an insolent manner ever again.

Stolas was indignant, yelling at her that that was completely unnecessary. Getting her to out of the room he rushed to your side, ensuring you were alright.

Asking if you were alright, you told him It hurt like Hell, but you'd gone through worse. You had a chuckle before the owl thanked you for stepping in like that, asking why you'd do such a thing.

You told him up front, he was probably the best boss you'd had and you couldn't just watch him be chewed out like that.

After that incident, you found yourself with a day off. Although it was explained by a scheduling issue, you always thought of it as a thank you, from Stolas.

After that, however, Stolas seemed to keep you close, personally asking you to attend to tasks he was unable to, and over time you grew to be his go to Imp when he needed something important done.

You quickly made yourself indispensable to the Prince, using your diverse skill set you could handle just about anything he threw your way.

You would organise his day to day, tell him when and were something important was happening, you were basically his personal assistant and as such you were basically attached at the hip, doing everything and anything to support your Prince.

You spent the majority of your waking hours with the Stolas, and much to your growing dread, you found yourself falling for the Prince.

I mean he didn't make it easy on you. The fucking owl seemed to go out of his way to be as adorable as possible, acting like a big child. And it didn't help that he was genuinely kind to you, caring for you as more than just an asset. He treated you like a respected being.

And getting such attention from a noble, was... intoxicating.

A touch, a smile. The Owls harmonious laughter at some stupid joke you made, it was borderline addictive.

But as much as you may... crave~ his attention, you could never reveal these feelings.

You may be his favourite Imp, but you were an Imp none the less. You were so far beneath him there was no chance you could even hope to gain his attention.

And as much as that tore you up inside, you accepted that. Deciding instead to channel that affection in a way that would best serve your prince.

Stolas was quite fond of you.

He was so used to people only helping him in return for something, But you were different. You served him while asking for nothing in return.

His colder, aristocratic side would say you were just doing your duty, just serving like a good little Imp should.

But he could tell. You went above and beyond serving him, helping him in every endeavour he faced.

Over time, he noticed you becoming more affectionate, being more open and light hearted, treating him more like a friend than a Prince, like everyone else did. Something the Owl found intoxicating in its own right.

Of course he had his Owlet for unconditional love and affection, but your affectionate had this strange affect on him. You were kind to him, asking nothing in return, and that made him all fuzzy inside.

But just as he came to enjoy your affection, feeling like he had something to make the cold and cut throat reality of nobility bearable, you pulled back. You became more formal, like all the others in his life that served him.

And while at first he had hoped it was just a temporary hiccup, it quickly got to a point stolas couldn't take it anymore.

The owl ended up using every trick he could think of to figure out just why you'd pulled back.

It was somewhat underhanded, but one night, after you'd said goodnight, Stolas used his Grimoire and observed your unconcious mind. But he never would have expected what he saw.

He got a full view of how you viewed him.

He didn't know if he should be flattered or shocked, as in your eyes he was on parr with a diety.

He was this being of pure mercy and kindness, so far above you, you held your feelings back because you believed there was no way you could get close to him.

Your dream slowly morphed to reveal how terrified you were of admitting it, an all consuming fear that such information would destroy the relationship you held as the most important thing in your life.

Stolas was in shock.

Afterwards he spent the whole night thinking about you.

He couldnt deny he had strong feelings towards you.

After all, you'd always gone above and beyond for him, you were his most trusted and beloved servant, and... he liked to think of you as his friend.

But now that he knew your dedication was fuelled by love, it gave him a whole new perspective to your behaviour.

The way you smiled at him.

The way you laughed at his jokes.

The way you stuck close to him, the way you got defensive on his behalf, so much so you'd started fights with other staff members whom had disrespected him.

All these actions had once seemed so innocent, seemingly coming from your deep sense of loyalty and commitment.

But now, he knew they came from a place of love and devotion.

He spent the whole night thinking it over, pacing his office, deep in thought.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he always reached the same conclusion.

He loved you.

He knew it was crazy. After all, he had a family. He had a loving- er... Well, he had a wife.

He had a beautiful daughter, and yet here he was, having unknowingly fallen for an Imp.

He went over it a hundred times and every time he thought about it he simply couldn't deny his feelings for you.

You were kind, loving and selfless. Youd always seemed to put his needs above your own And for Stolas, whom had never know selfless love. He realised it was all hed ever wanted.

Now Stolas had to decide what to do with this information.

Unfortunately Stolas couldn't keep a secret from you to save his life, you could simply read him to well.

And it wouldn't take long for him to crack, finding it impossible to keep such a major secret from you.

He'd get you somewhere private, using the excuse of business to get you alone.

Once he was confident you wouldn't be interrupted, he'd basically pin you to a wall, the owl hesitating for a moment before telling you, he knew.

You tried to play it off, telling him you didn't know what he was talking about.

Only for Stolas to snap at you, telling you, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

He leaned in close, whispering he knew you loved him.

You tried to stay composed, but internally you were freaking. Doing your best to keep calm and play it off.

The problem was Stolas was so close, you could smell his morning coffee and he was staring right at you, not giving you any time to calm down and think of a clever excuse.

But you couldn't. You couldn't lie to his face.

So you confessed, you confessed to loving him. You confessed you loved him more than anything, more then you knew how to handle. So you hid it from him.

There was a long silence.

You expected him to drop you, throw you to the side and tell you to get out of his sight, or maybe just kill you then and there.

But he didn't, instead he... he kissed you.

He planted a deep passionate kiss right on the lips, and... and you just couldn't help but return it. You wrapped your smaller arms around his neck, giving him your all.

Breaking the kiss, Stolas cupped your cheek and you were left stunned once again, when he told you... He loved you too.

You were so happy you were almost in tears, holding Stolas so close you almost feared you'd snap him in half, the two of you sharing a moment of joy and warmth.

You pressed your forheads and for the first time in both your lives you held someone you knew loved you for you close.

You held each other close for a long while, Stolas pressing you against his chest. Leaning back, you just smiled at each other.

It was a warm little smile, a smile you gave to someone you cared for deeply.

Scratching your neck, you asked him "What comes next?"

A devious little smile crossed his lips as he stared down at you, a predatory glow to his crimson gaze.

He carried you briskly to the nearest bedroom, carrying you to the bed he dropped you, pressing you against the bed.

Sliding his hands up your shirt, he purred down at you, "After all you've done for me, I think it's only fair..." He licked his lips, "I return the favour."

He stripped you down slowly, trailing kisses across your body.

You spent the night together, wrapped in throws of passion, Stolas doing his very best to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

You went at it long into the night, you pouring all the love and affection you'd repressed for so long.

There being one particular moment where the owl lost his mind when you flipped him over, pinning him down and took control.

You went at it until you collapsed in each other's embrace.

The next morning was like a whole new reality for you two. You held each other close and just relished the new found love you had for each other.

Your relationship would continue in secret, the both of you desperate to keep this new flame alive. Your position as his right hand Imp enabling you to stay close and be with him in private without raising any suspicion.

The two of you had frequent little 'rendezvous', where ever, when ever you wanted too without much issue.

Stolas' favourite was having a quick romp in the car on the way home from a meeting.

As amazing as your romance would be, there would always be a risk hanging over, something you were always cautious of. Although your concerns were dismissed by Stolas and you really found it hard to stay focused around him.

But as perfext as your relationship was, it would all come crashing down when you were discovered by Stella.

Now Stella's reaction could vary drastically depending on the nature of there marriage.

If Stella genuinely loved Stolas, she'd likely loose her shit.

Going off on Stolas while also likely try to kill you.

The family would be divided much like with Blitzø, although this time you would actually be there to support Stolas emotionally, not to mention you'd likely have a decent chance of getting along with Octavia.

But If there union was, say, more business than personal. Well... terms could be reached.

She'd still likely freak out, but Stolas could temper her fury before it could get out of hand.

They could reach an accord, you and him could be together so long as your relationship never sees the light of day.

After that, your relationship went up a notch, Stolas not having to hold back like before, he would basically go feral with you, spending every available second wrapped in a passionate embrace with you.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #helluva boss stolas #stolas x reader #stolas #stolas deserves some love #stolas is a big softy

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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bruce wayne week day 2: gala rated T, no archive warnings apply, tagged: past bruce wayne/harvey dent, implied/referenced violence, brief suicide mention

how was it, bruce thought to himself, that he could withstand torture both physcial and mental without any lasting damage, but the one thing that had him trembling and ready to crawl out of his own skin was an itchy suit?

he’d grown out of them, was the thing. when he was young, alfred had ensured that he’d always dressed properly for any occasion, be that a wedding or charity event or board meeting. before that, his parents—well. they had made sure bruce was presentable enough for their friends to pinch bruce's cheeks instead of awkwardly patting his shoulder.

but now, newly returned to gotham with a thousand new scars and a hardened grip, bruce realized he had lost his tolerance for finely pressed and ironed fabric. none of his old suits had come remotely close to fitting him, and alfred had manhandled him in front of a mirror to take measurements, sending them off to his favourite tailor. bruce thought he'd cried out all the tears his body had left to give the day he came home, hugging alfred's frail body far too tight, but his eyes still managed to get all hot and uncomfortable when alfred's fingers hesitantly mapped the broad expanse of his shoulders, trying so hard to ignore the slashes, the stabs, the burn marks, the brands.

his shoes were too loose, the pointed style apparently a new trend in the gotham elite. bruce and alfred had worked on a pair of dress shoes together, ones that wouldn't fall off the minute bruce moved at anything more intense than a brisk walk, but bruce still longed for the comfort of his thick-soled boots.

those same shoes were tapping on the ground, making far too much noise, but bruce forced himself to take a breath and let the flower-scented artificial spray calm him down. logically, it made no sense at all, but bruce had always placed gotham on pause in his mind. he'd expected to come back older and harder and fiercer to find gotham exactly the same, waiting patiently just for him.

instead, bella revero had cut her hair and dyed it blonde, and was wearing a long, flowing, glittering pantsuit instead of a long, flowing, glittering gown. tom thompson's hair was a healthy salt and pepper when bruce left, but now the man was two tufts away from being completely bald. thicky-applied makeup somehow accentuated wrinkles instead of hiding them, no manner of well-cut suits could hide a growing potbelly, none of the waiters that had given bruce snacks and orange juice were working anymore, and most everyone bruce remembered being roughly his age had moved far, far away from this wretched hole of a city.

there were times when bruce slapped himself upside the head for the absolutely moronic decision to come back to gotham and announce ta-daaa! not dead! he should have just been batman and let bruce wayne's useless name and dishonored legacy be swallowed up by gotham.

footsteps behind him. bruce had tuned out most of his training, knowing that it would only hinder him as brucie wayne, only make him look suspicious. but he'd kept a basic background awareness, unable to turn that off, and these thuds were heading right for him. bruce tensed, his false smile probably turning brittle, two seconds away from whirling around and grabbing his attacker's arm so hard, the bone would shatter.

a heavy hand slammed down onto his shoulder, but right before bruce made a move, a voice spoke right next to his ear, smooth and low and capable of making his entire body relax without any input from him whatsoever.

"what the actual hell are you doing here, you motherfucker?"

"harvey," bruce sighed, turning around to give the man a relieved smile. "thank god. i thought i'd have to go through this all by myself. you didn't tell me you were coming?"

harvey's mouth pulled into a painful grin, one that didn't look the least bit friendly, and there was a bulging vein on his temple, a nervous tick that bruce knew he didn't have before.

"you alright there, harv? you're looking a little—," bruce gestured vaguely to harvey's face, "—red."

harvey's grip on bruce's shoulder tightened, fingers digging into muscle and sending painful twinges up bruce's shoulder, and bruce tried not to show his surprise. he was two seconds from shoving off harvey's hand himself, but just decided to grit and bear it. harvey wouldn't ever hurt him.

"you have been gone," harvey said, enunciating every word, "for years. i didn't know where you were. i didn't know if you were ever coming back. then i hear that you're home from a goddamn newspaper, and you just showed up to this party without telling anyone."

"i was on the guest list," bruce pointed out, automatically putting up a simplified version of his brucie wayne facade. he widened his eyes, putting a little cluelessness into the fluttering of his eyelashes, just enough to keep his cover in case anyone was recording him, just enough so harvey believes him.

"what the fuck are you doing with your eyes," harvey said flatly.

so apparently harvey knew him better than he thought.

"look, harv, i was gonna call you, i really was—"

"i thought you were dead," harvey hissed, and his best friends eyes have more lines on them than bruce remembered and he doesn't have to tip his head up just to see harvey laugh anymore and there's too much broken love in harvey's voice for them to be standing in between a gilded trash can and a spiked bowl of punch.

"harvey,,," bruce started, not knowing exactly where to go from there. he'd taught himself to prepare for any possible attack, any possible conspiracy or unmasking or targeted hit, but he'd completely forgot about his own friend. he'd forgotten he had a friend.

luckily or unluckily, harvey interrupted him before he had the chance to fumble his words. "i thought you were dead, i thought my best friend had finally fucking followed through with what i tried so hard for years to stop."

it hit bruce like a punch to the gut. he wasn't aware harvey had ever been trying.

"and now,,, what? you're just fine? you're dressed like a poser and your hair's all neat and trimmed and you're smiling at people like the only thing you care about is getting into their pants. plus, that's the fourth glass you've had tonight."

"we're already an hour in," bruce replied automatically.

"we're only an hour in," harvey said.

there was a pause. not an uncomfortable one, because it had been years since him and harvey were ever uncomfortable with each other. it was like harvey couldn't decide whether or not to reach out and strangle bruce for worrying him or break down for hurting him or hug him for coming back home.

bruce couldn't tell him. harvey worked too closely with commissioner gordon; daring bruce to steal mary jane from the principal's stash and shotgunning it out of his mouth was leagues away from keeping the secret that bruce was a dangerous, trained vigilante from everyone he knew.

"it's okay, harvey," bruce said, his voice completely sincere for the first time this night. "i found other ways to cope."

"i don't like those other ways," harvey sneered, eyes the glass in bruce's hand.

"other ways," bruce said. "you don't have to worry. i'm fine."

the photographer for the gotham gazette had snapped a picture of him entering, and no one would notice if he left now. bruce wayne couldn't be beating up pedophiles in the narrows if bruce wayne was getting drunk at a high-class gala. he'd planned to leave three hours in, a respectable amount of time, but meeting harvey had thrown him off balance.

he brushed past harvey, heading towards the butler's exit in the back of the ballroom. "enjoy the party!" he called behind him as he left, eyes wide again, clueless and fluttering and oh-so blind to the devastated way harvey watched him leave.

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (11)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader)

(people showed chapter 10 some nice love so here’s chapter 11. sorry it took so long to get out. I threw my back out and doing just about anything has been physical torture. but I’m starting to feel better so here’s hoping I’ll write more soon. but remember, please comment and reblog. they keep me motivated! <3)

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Things settled down pretty well after the election. Almost unbelievably so. Wilbur pretty much completely disappeared afterwards. You felt worried and voiced your concerns with Niki, saying you hoped he wasn’t terribly upset he’d lost the election. You understand he no doubt felt incredibly attached to the title of president, and he may feel resentful of you for ‘stealing’ it from him. Niki smiled at you, glad you were being kinder about this than the other contestants would be in your shoes, but sighed and said,

“Yeah, he’ll probably be upset for a while. But I’m sure he’ll come around to accept you as the new president.”

You gave her a thankful smile, even if you didn’t quite believe her words. But then you paused and wondered if maybe, despite all your reservations about the brunet man, it was possible to smooth things over with him? Maybe all you needed to do was sit and have a talk with him. Perhaps he’d gone insane in the original timeline because both Schlatt and Quackity were… well, for lack of a nicer term, total dicks to him. They were openly antagonistic to the former president, banishing him and his younger brother from the very nation they fought and died for, which no doubt added to his crumbling mental state after L’manberg chose a new leader.

But maybe you could be different from Schlatt and Quackity. Honestly you had no desire to be cruel to Wilbur, though you would not put up with any of his BS, and honestly you hoped to have a neutral relationship with the man. So you decided right then that there was no harm in trying. Your smile brightened and you nodded and said to the blonde woman,

“You’re probably right, he just needs some time. Maybe after a few days he and I can have lunch and just talk. Clear the air between us. I’ve never been president before so I’m sure he’d be a great help in getting me better settled in!”

Niki was super glad you were being so chill about all of this. She knew you were the best choice for president. That’s probably why she’d voted for you. (yeah she’d heard your little speech and was really moved) But she’d never tell Wilbur that. He fully believed she’d voted for Coconut2020, and to be fair she had intended to until she was so moved by your speech. You had a way with words that just put the listener at ease.

“Yeah, I’m sure things will be alright,” Niki replied with a cheerful smile.

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You settled into being president pretty well all things considered. There wasn’t as much work as you were expecting there to be for a president. But perhaps your only frame of reference (the US president) was a bit different than your current job (l’manberg president). L’manberg was super small actually. Especially compared to the United States. Hell, Punz’ house was almost as big as L’manberg if you remember right.

You’re glad there wasn’t much presidential work to do at that moment. Because you wouldn’t have had time to juggle that work plus going back to your village and packing up some of your stuff in your ender chest before telling the villagers (and azo) what actually happened while you were gone. Which had been an ordeal in itself. You felt bad for just leaving to a new place so out of the blue. But you felt obligated to complete the role of president given to you. You’d feel less obligated if there was some other option you felt safe passing the torch to. Someone not a child. That left out every minor on this server and Wilbur.

Part of you considered Fundy and Niki for the job but another part of you doubted if they’d be able to handle it. Honestly they shouldn’t have to either. It’s no secret that being president is one of the most stressful jobs a person can have. Being in charge of the safety and well-being of a group of people is enough to turn anyone’s hair grey. Even if the group was just like 10 or so people like L’manberg had. You remember seeing a post about pictures at the start and end of American presidents’ time in office. And each president looked at least a decade older in each after picture. Complete with wrinkles and grey hair. Those happened in FOUR years! Their jobs were so stressful that they aged 10+ years in only 4 years.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Tommy practically shouting “We’re here!!” as you all made it over the hill that led to your village. The first thing you saw was the towering bamboo wall around the perimeter of the place. You’d been so in your own head that you’d actually forgotten about the two boys on either side of you. They’d insisted they accompany you to your village as ‘presidential bodyguards’ despite the fact you said you would be fine. They’d practically demanded to go, to ensure the ‘new prez’ didn’t get attacked on the journey. Amused and touched that they cared, you’d finally relented and let them come along. You’d only be gone a short while anyways. At least that’s what you told yourself.

It didn’t take long to pack up everything you wanted to take with you to L’manberg. You put all the nice gifts the villagers gave you (as well as a couple of the banners you made) and some of the stuff you made and packed it away into a shulker box you pulled from the Creative inventory before picking up said box and putting it inside your ender chest. Then you just picked that chest up and tucked it safely in your inventory and you were basically done. With packing anyways.. You still had to talk to the villagers and let them know you had to move away for a while. But you doubted they’d be heartbroken or anything. Maybe bummed out but they’d understand. It’s not like they’d be lost without you. They’d been living in this world long before you showed up and they’d probably be here long after you left.

Then you were ringing the village bell. And like every time you did the villagers all poked their heads out from wherever they were to see who rang it and what was going on. And when they saw you they brightened and hurried over to see what was happening. They gathered around you and the bell, murmuring curiously between themselves. You sighed and cleared your throat, gathering their attention to you before you hesitated, not entirely sure what to say. Should you explain the entire story from start to finish? No, probably not. That would take a while and you felt like they’d get bored fast. But just blurting out that you were leaving felt too abrupt and blunt. Though your indecision ended up not mattering because Tubbo finally lost patience with the silence and just let the metaphorical cat out of the bag in his usual laid back candid way.

“Are you gonna tell them you’re moving away?”

Oh that caught the villagers’ attention and suddenly you were surrounded by displeased grunts and hums, like surround sound stereos. You sighed and confirmed yes, you were. So with the news out there you started explaining what happened the day before, or at least a shortened version of it. You mentioned how you’d gone to support Tommy, placing a hand on his shoulder as you said this. Then you said how you’d sorta advised everyone to vote for who they felt would lead them smartly, and how you guess they took that as you entering the presidential ring.. And finally how you’d won the election by some points and how you’d not wanted to reject their trust so you’d accepted the job…

“Reader is our new president!!” Tommy practically shouted, clearly excited.

Though from the disgruntled murmurs from the villagers they didn’t seem happy.. But you told them it would be okay. You’d come and visit them as often as you could while juggling your new job. But even with that promise they didn’t seem happy. Your shoulders slumped a bit and without thinking you said,

“I’m not happy about having to leave the village and move away either. But I made a promise to the people of L’manberg, one I intend to keep.”

Despite not feeling the best about this you were determined to keep your word.

“Besides, it’s not like I can just pack up the village and move you all next to L’manberg!” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.

But the idea didn’t sound too bad to the villagers. They basically worshipped you as their guardian deity. So if loading up all their possessions and hauling them to a new place meant they got to stay within reach of their deity then so be it. They’d still be living in squalor if it hadn’t been for your kindness and generosity, so they wanted to follow you wherever you went. Be it sunny skies, harsh rain, freezing snow.

So they all made excited grunts and you blinked at them, catching on to their train of thought pretty fast. You shook your head, missing the confused looks the two teen boys were shooting between you and the villagers, and said they couldn’t follow you to L’manberg. Hearing this made the boys’ eyebrows shoot up and they started asking if the villagers wanted to come live in L’manberg. You sighed and said they seemed to, yes, but it wasn’t viable because there was nowhere for them to live! Moving them all on a spur of the moment thing would be reckless. Not only would the journey be very hard on them and take quite a while but there’s also no homes available for them in L’manberg.

“We could make some houses for them if they want to move to L’manberg!” Tubbo said with a little grin, not seeing the issue with them coming over.

You rubbed a hand down your face, careful not to jostle your mask too much. But then you sighed and finally caved in.

“Okay, you can all move next to L’manberg,” you began, but before they could cheer you cut them off with, “BUT! They can’t leave today. I refuse to let them take the whole long journey to L’manberg just so they can be homeless when they get there.”

You said you and some others (who you would pay) would build a new village next door to L’manberg for them. And once it was complete you would come back and help ferry them all over safely. But you might have to take them over in small groups to avoid hostile mobs and stuff. Though despite all the risks the villagers seemed quite happy with everything. So you pulled out your notebook, the same one you’d used when you first showed up to the village actually, and made a note to start construction on a new village to either the North or East of L’manberg. Or whatever side had better building room. But now that that all was settled you bid the villagers goodbye, saying you’d start construction as soon as possible.

With that out of the way you decided to pay a visit to Azo. You missed the adorable little piglin and hoped she was doing okay. Your boys followed you into the Nether, asking what you needed from there so badly. That made you pause and realize they’d never officially met Azo! You smiled down at them and said you’d sort of taken up guardianship of a little piglin girl who lost her parents. You’d expected questions and some comments but got nothing but silence in return, which left you feeling a bit confused. But when you glanced over at the boys you saw Tubbo looking lost in thought and Tommy looking mildly upset. This caused you to stop short, which made them pause and look back at you.

“What’s wrong?” you couldn’t help but ask.

But they both waved you off, Tubbo with a soft ‘what do you mean?’ and Tommy with an almost harsh sounding ‘nothing’, both of which didn’t sound the least bit convincing. So you tilted your head to the side and in a firmer (but still gentle) tone you asked again what was wrong. Tommy’s nose scrunched up and he crossed his arms, adamantly saying nothing and asking if you all could hurry up and see ‘this kid’ since you had to hurry back to L’manberg. Tubbo tried to piggyback off Tommy, his smile attempting to be brighter as he agreed, saying he wanted to meet your ‘new kid’. That’s when it hit you..

“Are you two upset that I adopted a kid?”

Tommy wasn’t very subtle with his feelings, his loud “WHAT?! NO!” didn’t convince you of his supposed ‘uncaring’ regarding the situation. Tubbo however reacted slower than his friend, like he was processing what you’d asked before he gave a laugh that sounded too stilted to be genuine and denied being upset, saying that was ridiculous. Tommy actually started walking away, heading in the direction you three had followed when you were together here last time, with the goatish brunet watching him anxiously. But you called for him to stop and come back, maybe a touch sterner than you’d wanted. But when the blond came back to you he refused to look at you, just scowling down at his feet. You felt your heart ache at the sight and let out a calm breath.

You wrapped one arm around the blond’s shoulders and the other around his back, pulling him into a comforting hug. You laid your cheek on the top of his mop of hair, glancing down at Tubbo who was shifting between watching you both and glancing away nervously. Without much thought you removed the hand holding Tommy’s back and instead used it to carefully tug the brunet boy into the hug. They just stood there at first, still and awkward almost. But once Tubbo wrapped his arms around your hips and Tommy’s back his blond friend quickly caved and sunk into your warmth, wrapping his arms around you both tightly, like he was afraid you’d both disappear.

You took a breath and gently began to rock the two back and forth, missing how Tommy’s eyes pricked with hot tears as he heard your steady heartbeat against his ear. After a couple minutes of just standing there relaxed into the hug you said quietly but with as much emotion as you could put into it,

“Tommy, Tubbo, please talk to me. I can do many things, but reading minds is not one of them.”

You felt your shirt become warm and you frowned and hugged them tighter,

“If something is bothering you two, if you’re sad or upset or angry then you need to tell me so I can maybe do something to make you feel better. I never wanna see either of you upset, so please… talk to me?”

The air around you three was unintentionally heavy, only the sound of fire crackling nearby broke up the silence. It was killing you to remain quiet but you didn’t want to push them to speak. That would just make them clam up and possibly push you away. So you waited, just holding and rocking them as you did. And your eyes brightened when your patience was rewarded.

“.... Why’d you have to go and get a kid?”

You half expected for Tommy to be the one to break the silence, he was always so against the quiet. But no, instead it had been Tubbo who finally buckled and voiced his thoughts. You couldn’t help but ask what he meant. And he sort of stuttered over his words, not sounding exactly sure what he wanted to say before he got his thoughts and mouth to cooperate.

“I thought you already-.. I mean you have us.. Why’d you-..”

If your heart could physically break like glass then you knew after hearing that it would be in a hundred pieces on the floor. You couldn’t help but pull them closer and bury your face between theirs, unknowingly letting out a softened keening sound.

“I want you both to listen, just because I take another child under my wing doesn’t mean I no longer care about you two. I don’t think I could ever stop caring about you. You’re my boys, and I-....” here is where you hesitated, not wanting so sound weird but you continued,

“If you both want… I mean since neither of you have one to my knowledge… I’d happily be your mom.”

Shy isn’t exactly how you’d describe the two boys you’d begun to care for, but there was no other word accurate enough to describe how they agreed to your offer to be their mom. Tubbo gave an almost meek, “alright, sure” while holding onto your waist and Tommy gave a long-suffering sigh while trying to discreetly wipe his eyes and said, “I guess you’re cool enough to be my mum. Barely though.” That caused you to let out a loud guffaw, your grip on them loosening enough to where you could ruffle the blond’s hair.

“Ohhhhh, Big man himself thinks I’M cool? Very high praise~”

The heavy atmosphere lightened and your laughter had the two boys laughing too. But then a sly grin took over your face and you chuckled. The sound alerted the boys of your mischievous mood and they looked up when you started talking.

“Well, now that you’ve accepted me as your mom I’m legally obligated to do all sorts of ‘Mom Stuff’, I hope you realize that. Like making sure you both eat things besides bread and meat, make sure you sleep regularly, and do the spit thing when you’ve got dirt on your face.”

They gave you a look that was a mixture of confusion and mild disgust, and Tommy couldn’t help but blurt out,

“What the fuck do you mean by ‘spit thing’??”

Unbeknownst to him, he’d activated your Mom Trap Card and your grin grew into a smirk and you raised your hand, casually commenting that he seemed to have a bit of dirt on his cheek, and then you licked your thumb and moved it towards his face. He shrieked and practically threw himself backwards to avoid your spit covered finger. But you still had your arm around his shoulders so he didn’t get far. He rapidly screamed out a verbal blur of ‘nonononoNONONO!’ that had Tubbo nearly doubling over, howling with laughter.

Though his laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when Tommy escaped your hold, causing you to turn your sights on him. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like the bleat of a goat before turning and running from you. You just cackled and chased after him, your longer legs giving you the advantage. You caught up with him before he knew it and lifted him in a backwards hug. Now it was Tommy’s turn to laugh at Tubbo.

But you did let him down, without cleaning his face, and smiled down at the pair and said sincerely,

“All joking aside… I think you two would make a cool pair of big brothers..”

Tommy took that and ran with it, saying of COURSE he would be! He was practically Tubbo’s big brother already! Which just caused Tubbo to argue with him that uh, NO, he was older than Tommy! So HE was the older brother out of the two of them, if anything! And oh boy that caused them both to go back and forth, arguing about who was the ‘older brother’ between them. Tubbo insisted it was him because he was born first but Tommy insisted it was him because he was taller. You just shook your head and led the bickering duo down the familiar path to Azo’s little ‘house’ you built her. And as you reached the open area you saw her outside the house playing with a couple other baby piglins. But when she looked up and saw you she squealed happily and all but sprinted over to you. You made sure to bend down and hold your hands out to catch her.

She was so excited to see you again that she totally missed the two boys standing at your sides. At least until she heard them and then she stiffened and stared down at Tubbo from her place in your arms. Neither boy really knew what to say so you decided to intervene and put out introductions. You tapped her hand and smiled down at her, helping her worry ease a bit.

“Azo, I missed you! I want to introduce you to my sons! This,” you gestured to Tubbo, “is Tubbo. And this,” you turned your head and pointed to the blond on the other side, “is Tommy. They’re both very nice. And they wanted to meet you!”

You turned so you and Azo were both facing the boys and saw them smiling genuinely. Relief flooded you, thinking they were actually glad to meet the little piglin, unaware the smiles were more stemming from the fact you’d called them your sons so easily.

But you saw the wariness still on Azo’s face and worried she’d not like her new brothers. Suddenly you got a bright idea and your smile widened as you spoke up and said,

“Hey, don’t you two have a gift for Azo? Maybe something yellow and shiny~?”

Tubbo’s mouth dropped down into an ‘o’ as he realized what you meant. Then he elbowed Tommy and then pulled open his inventory and started looking through it. Tommy glared at him, moving his arm away after getting jabbed, but then his eyebrows raised when he saw his best friend pull out a gold ingot from his inventory. Then he understood what you meant and hurried to look through his inventory as well. Thankfully he did have some gold ingots leftover from when he was crafting golden apples.

Azo perked up when she saw the gold ingot Tubbo had taken from his inventory. And when he offered it to her she couldn’t hold back the happy snort she let out as she joyfully accepted it. You giggled at how she admired the saffron colored bar. And when Tommy extended his own gold ingot you laughed when Azo’s little tail began to swish back and forth in glee as she took that one too. She looked so cute as she admired her new items. You rubbed her back and said,

“See? They’re pretty nice, right? Why don’t we go have something to eat? And we can hang out.”

The tiny piglin seemed more than happy with that plan and snorted happily. You carried her towards the house, her little friends having long since scurried off. The teens behind you followed your lead, joining you in the house. You sat Azo down and suggested she show off her toys to Tubbo and Tommy, which she started doing gladly. The two played with her while you brewed some tea and crafted some cookies. Chilled rosehip tea and shortbread cookies were on the menu and after it was all done you laid it out on the table before calling them over. The boys were all too happy for the chilly drink, the cold giving them reprieve from the heat of the Nether. But Azo was shocked by the cold, not having experienced something like this before. It took a bit of explanation to get her to give it a try, and despite how it made her shiver she seemed to really like it. And cookies were always popular. So the plate was emptied in a flash.

As you sat with the three, listening to Tommy brag to Azo about how ‘cool and tough’ he was and how he’s practically a hero in the Overworld while Tubbo interjected with contradictions, you felt yourself smile serenely; truly happy where you were right then.

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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on ruby causing the grimm monster to arrive in v6 finale for weiss's comfort how is that any different from what ozpin did taking the time out of a disaster situation to get verbal consent from pyrrha

Oh, they're completely different scenarios, anon. The most glaring differences include:

Ozpin is not responsible for the Fall of Beacon attack the way Ruby is responsible for the Argus attack. In Volume 6 Ruby's decision not to send Weiss leads directly to her deciding to steal the airship instead, which in turn leads to the Leviathan attack. If she had sent Weiss, the attack is avoided. In contrast, Ozpin's asking for consent has no bearing on the grimm attack outside. If he hadn't taken that time... the attack still would have gone on, exactly as when he did take the time. The few seconds lost of Ozpin and Pyrrha not fighting is in no way comparable to the attack outright being avoided in its entirety if Ruby had sent Weiss.

Ozpin can claim ignorance and bad luck far more than Ruby can. Ozpin knew that Salem's subordinates would be after the Maiden, but he had no clue Cinder was already so close, knew how to reach the secret lair, etc. Even so, he set up one additional safeguard, telling Jaune to watch the door. It's not Ozpin's fault that Jaune was (very understandably) distracted by Pyrrha screaming and allowed Cinder to get her shot in. Amber's death at Cinder's hands was a terrible outcome that Ozpin was actively trying to avoid. In contrast, Ruby couldn't have known the specific outcome of the Leviathan attacking, but she absolutely knew that stealing the airship was bad and very dangerous. There's a whole scene where Qrow reminds her of that. Ruby also, after living her entire life in Remnant and training as a Huntress, should know very well that stealing from the military and disabling a CTV tower might just lead to the kind of negative emotion that would draw grimm... which it did. Ozpin giving Pyrrha time to consent took place while actively doing everything he could think of to avoid a bad outcome. Ruby giving Weiss the comfort of staying with them required knowingly heading towards a bad outcome in order to spare her.

Pyrrha deserved her comfort far more than Weiss did. I say that due to the circumstances, not anything innate within the girls that makes them more/less deserving of comfort in general. Pyrrha was about to gamble her entire life on a highly dangerous experiment no one had ever tried before. She was asked to merge her soul with a dying woman's, taking on phenomenal magical power (which she just learned exists), and then use that (presumably) to help stop the deadly attack on her school. That is in no way the same thing as asking Weiss to take a ride in a comfy Atlas plane, with guards, to her home city, to meet with Ironwood — the exact thing her group wants to accomplish. So not only does Pyrrha's situation simply demand more humane consideration on its own, but it also requires far less time and risk. Ozpin took only seconds to ensure she fully agreed to this whereas Ruby agreeing not to send Weiss led to a whole day of stalling until, as said, they knowingly decided to take the most dangerous route possible.

Besides, even if we were to say that these two situations are similar — which, again, I don't think they are — what does that say about the double standard within the fandom? I've never heard anyone praise Ozpin for asking for Pyrrha's consent once more like they've praised Ruby for prioritizing Weiss' comfort over numerous laws and common sense. If anything, the fandom has consistently criticized him for that moment, claiming that it was impossible for him to gain real (as defined by the fan) consent so fast, this is proof that Pyrrha had no agency, she was manipulated into it, etc. Taking a few seconds to let Pyrrha know she can still say no is actually a humane balance between practicality and basic compassion. But rejecting a completely safe, quick, perfect offer that would solve all your problems because a team member is a little uncomfortable about going to the place she's going to anyway a day early is prioritizing compassion WAY past the point of responsibility. And yet, Ruby is upheld for both her compassion and strategy (in actuality a result of the story bending in her favor and/or ignoring the consequences of her actions) whereas Ozpin is criticized for being practical and for being compassionate. He's the cold calculating machine and the compassionate fool depending on which reading will make him look bad in any given scenario. As we've said a lot around here, what matters in RWBY is the character and whether everyone decided eight years ago if they were good or bad, not what the character actually does. Can you imagine if Ozpin hadn't asked for consent? The fandom would have crucified him. They've crucified him anyway despite asking for consent. Yet there's no version of Volume 6 where Ruby isn't praised for her decisions. Whether Ruby sends Weiss or not, fans celebrate the call because she's Ruby. The biggest difference will always be who is completing the action, not what the action actually was. The Good Character can make an astoundingly bad decision and still be praised for it, the Bad Character can make an astoundingly kind decision and still be criticized for it. At the end of the day though, taking five seconds to ask a student under your care if she's sure she'll risk her life and soul for others is a completely different scenario from a peer deciding that sending her teammate on a quick trip is more trouble than an elaborate plot involving theft, dismantlement, roping in civilians, assault, and ultimately an attack that led to a grimm invasion (because remember, Ruby could have at least refused to fight Cordovin once the plan failed. She didn't.) To be blunt for a moment, Ozpin was compassionate. Ruby was stupid for the plot.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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thewildwaffle · 3 years

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Aliens reacting to Humans talking about an online site they refer to as "discord"

(This story now has a part 2)

Zerlix didn’t trust the humans. Sure, they were good to have around, they were strong, smart, adaptable, creative, fierce, and immune to many known poisons and venoms. Having a few on your crew roster almost ensured that the crew and haul would make it safely to its destination. If Zerlix was honest though, all of those “positive traits” had their negative alternatives in the humans as well. Strong? Smart, adaptable and creative? That all just meant they could get into trouble all the easier in new and ever mind-bendingly bizarre ways. Fierce and hard to kill? That’s only comforting as long as they were on your side, and even then… well, stuff happens.

Basically, humans are agents of chaos and destruction wrapped in a friend-shaped cloak.

Not everyone shared Zerlix’s line of thinking though.

No, everyone else seemed to be fooled by the charade the humans were playing. They loved the technology the humans brought with them, or that they helped improve. They loved how big and strong they were and how helpful their larger sizes could be. They, at best, tolerated the pranks and “silly” antics the humans often got caught up in, and at worst, would even join in. They all called Zerlix things like a “nutted sparchroot,” or a “muddy stick” or something like that whenever the whole “humans are crazy” theory was brought up.

“Of course humans are crazy,” they’d say, “that’s what’s so great about them.” or “No, they’re not crazy, it’s just how they do things. It’s not crazy to be different, you know.” Drabble like that. Well, won’t they all feel bashful once Zerlix proved that humans were indeed barmy death-bringers in disguise.

Zerlix made sure to check the audio recorder settings on the comm device one last time. Humans often stopped to chat or take calls in this area of the ship. There’d been so many things overheard before that nearly stopped Zerlix’s lungs in terror. This time, they’d make sure to be ready to record whatever horrifying things the humans were keeping secret when they came by.

In fact, Human John was coming by now. From the sounds of it, he was talking to someone on his comm device. As he entered the alcove and took a seat, Zerlix’s claw hovered over the record button, waiting anxiously for anything that could prove they weren’t crazy.

“Well, I mean I could,” John sat down on one of the available seats. He noticed Zerlix and nodded silently in greeting as he talked. “Well the problem is though that I don’t have a whole lot of time right now. Kind of busy lately, the route to Senbora 6 is kind of a rough go, ya know? All hands on deck about every time I turn around.”

Zerlix pretending to fiddle with the primed comm device to look busy. Being seen hadn’t been part of the plan, but they forgot that humans, with their drag-blasted three cone cell containing eyes, could see in more colors than most, and hiding from them was difficult. Hopefully, Human John would slip up and say something anyway.

“Okay. Okay yeah. No, I get that… Listen, no I totally get it… Well we knew that was going to be the case before. I mean, this is my job, you know? ”

Oh Kazit’s armor, this conversation seemed so drab! And Zerlix was only getting half of it anyway! What a waste. They went to close out the audio recorder, but instead, accidentally started recording. Frewan. If they ended it now, it might start immediate playback and they’d be caught. Well, maybe. In their panic, Zerlix couldn’t remember what settings the recorder was on. Still, it would be easier to delete the recording later than risk having to explain why they were recording the human.

“Look, I know, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Maybe if we play something that we can jump out of real quick if need be? Yeah? Cool.” John paused and listened for a while. “Haha, throwback Thursday much? Yeah, we could do that. But you know I suck at being an imposter.”

Wait. What was that? Imposter? Zerlix froze to listen more intently.

“Yeah. Haha, yeah. Sabotaging is really the only thing I can do at that point. I just keep making friends and then have such a hard time killing anyone.”

Zerlix looked down to check. Yes, yes, the recorder was getting this. This was amazing!

“Okay, well jump on Discord, see if we can get a big enough group to do everything through that so we don’t have to type. Ha, yeah... Ok, just make sure if you do invite Katrina, tell her she can’t cheat. I know how she is.”

Zerlix jumped up from the failed hiding spot. The comm device was still recording, but they’d heard enough. Leaving like this probably seemed suspicious to the human, but Zerlix couldn’t just sit and stay any longer. This was big! This was even bigger than just proving they had been right about the humans all along. Well, this new evidence proved they were right about humans all along, but in the worst possible way! Humans were agents of discord and chaos! The ship and the crew were in danger! How many humans were going to “jump on discord” like John said? What a weird way to say that too, but judging an imposter human’s grammar wasn’t a priority right now. They had to get this audio recording to the captain before Human John and whomever he was talking to gathered a group large enough to do any real damage!

“Let’s see anyone try to call me a “nutted sparchroot” now that I can prove the humans are out to get us all,” Zerlix panted, comm device still recording as they ran.

PART 2

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #aliens #i'm still pretty new to discord #so it took me a while to think of something for this #prompt #discord #among us #humans and aliens #original writing

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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“Haunted Past, Unbound Future”

Disclaimer: I do not own Wordgirl or the canon characters I am using for this story. Wordgirl and the canon characters belong to Soup2Nuts and PBS Kids. I am the creator of OC Wordgirl’s mother and Lexiconian family as well as the creator for the Half human/half alien Becky headcanon/theory/au.

Vocabulary Words: (Because this is Wordgirl and every episode has words to define so I’m doing it for my fic.) Revelation, Biological, Remorse, and Family.

Prologue: Fair City,10 to 12 years ago

As the Fair City Clocktower strikes 1 am, many of the residents have entered into a lull state in their daily lives, Most people have already fallen asleep at this time and have been welcomed entry into the dreamworld. Few have elected to stay awake in these late hours, enjoying either the quiet serenity that the night life brings or the coming excitement from parties and dancing that could only work while being hidden in the nocturnal shadows. Others are sadly forced to use up more of their energy in their work, not being allowed the peaceful release of sleep until their tasks are complete. In one apartment, a woman is kept awake by the hidden demons and secrets that swarm in her mind, attacking her need to feel peace, compelling her to make a choice that would not only affect her, but all those she has cared or grown to care about. The woman gave a deep sigh, rubbing her eyes to get rid of any sand, or tears, that have begun to reside their. She looks dejectedly at the night stand that is situated next to the bed that belongs to her lover, the man who gave her something to live for, the man who won her heart when she rescued him from almost being run over in traffic, the man ... who she now has to leave in order to keep him alive. The woman turns her head around to see her lover sleeping, his face molded to show uneasy features despite entering a rejuvenating sleep cycle. The woman shut her eyes for a little as she sighed with frustration at her self. She knew he was still upset over their argument earlier. He has told her before how much he loves her and how he wants to help her with what ever issues she is dealing with, she just has to be open and honest with him. A soft sob escaped her lips before she covered her mouth. She let the guilt and remorse from earlier stew up in her for too long, now the tears began building up in her eyes again, threatening to spill out. Of course she wanted to be honest with him, she wanted to tell him everything about her, she wanted to open up with someone who understood her, who cared about how she felt and what she thought. The sad reality for the woman was that she knew she couldn’t, he couldn’t understand that were problems were basically a long distance away from him, he couldn’t understand that she had to leave him for his own good, he couldn’t UNDERSTAND that he was a fragile mortal, and she was not. Her people would ensure that lesson into him if they ever found out. So that is why she wouldn’t let them, she wouldn’t let anyone, she wouldn’t let him find out. The woman opened up her eyes, the tears beginning to spill as she turned back to her lover and kissed him for what could have possibly been the last time. “I am sorry my love.” the woman whispered after she was done kissing him. The woman slowly got up and quietly walked toward the door, out of the best thing in her life, maybe for all time. While looking straightforward, walking out of her lover’s home for the last time, she gently placed a hand over her stomach, and whispered in a quiet, remorseful tone to the new life inside of her, “I’m so sorry.” With that, she was gone. The only thing left of her that her lover will find in the morning after a frantic search for his beloved, is a single piece of paper that is resting on that nightstand. Written on it are the words that explain nothing at all to the man, but at the same time say so much.

‘I apologize my love, but I cannot stay any longer with you. For your own good, I need to leave you. I will never forget you, but please, for your own sake, forget me. I love you too much for you to get involved with me. Goodbye Steven.’

Teresa

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Life Goes On (Chapter 9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N is left in a hotel room and is not happy about it

Warnings: Language, Y/N yells at Bucky (yes this needs a warning cuz she's scary as fuck when she's mad), TFATWS spoilers

A/N: i just wrote this today and i think this is my favorite chapter

Chapter 8

Y/N discovered very quickly that when rescuing your ex-vigilante friend from jail, you needed to pack a bag of clothes. Thank god she had forgotten her passport in her car after her trip to Mexico with friends.

Sam and Bucky were not happy that Raynor insisted on Y/N going with them. When Raynor told her to keep an eye on Bucky, she thought she was just teasing, not actually being serious. After Raynor threatened to report suspicious activity to those in charge of handling Bucky’s case, Sam felt no other choice but to drag Y/N along.

Even after Bucky said to just let the government come after him again. He knew Raynor had given him an empty threat, but Sam wasn’t taking any chances.

So here Y/N was, wrapped in the white, soft sheets of a bed in a hotel room in Germany. Sam and Bucky had snuck out earlier, leaving Y/N alone in the hotel room. How did she know? Sam kindly left a note for her, basically telling her that they’d be back later and to just stay in the hotel room. Sam had also mentioned that Bucky surveyed all entrances and exits to ensure no one was getting in and out. With the note was a plate of breakfast (that was still warm, so she had just missed them) and a bottle of water. With breakfast being the only meal they left for her, she assumed that they would be back around noon. The time as of a few minutes ago was 10:57 A.M., so she didn’t think they would be much longer.

Y/n huffed out a breath as she stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the hotel room. She had absolutely no clue where Bucky and Sam could be and that made her anxious. She also couldn’t believe that they left her alone in a hotel in Berlin, Germany. Not to mention, locked, as well. She found herself counting the white kernels of the popcorn ceiling. She recalled reading an article that these ceilings contain asbestos, which was odd considering how nice this hotel was.

She also found it odd that on a secret mission, Sam chose to stay in a nice hotel. She wasn’t really complaining about that though. The shower had plenty of hot water and the bed she slept on felt like heaven.

Y/N felt her eyelids give out. Counting these kernels was exhausting. Her back was well supported by the mattress, which made her lull even more into a sleepy trance. She was tired and bored. She had tried to walk around the hotel room earlier, even put on her favorite Beatles song to dance to. But she just wasn’t feeling it. Which was weird for her, because that song always made her dance. She even tried some 80s songs, but even those groovy beats couldn’t make her tap her foot on the carpet, even if she was held at gunpoint.

Y/N slipped deeper into her slumber. Her body relaxed, the wrinkles between her brows unfurrowed. Sleep, she told herself.

However, her relaxation was cut short. The sound of someone banging their fist against the door caused Y/N to jump right up from the bed. With eyes widened and her heart hammering out of her chest, her mind came to one thing only.

An intruder.

Sam and Bucky were found out and someone was now coming to get her.

She turned her head over the porcelain door, pounding still coming from the outside. Voices were behind the door, but she couldn’t make it out what they were saying, let alone who it was. Anxiety filled her chest, constricting her lungs and squeezing her heart with a fist. She searched around the room for a weapon. There was nothing portable enough to use. The T.V. was too big, the dressers wouldn’t do any good. She had no clue where the remote was. She searched around the room desperately, trying to find something, anything. Her eyes landed on her dirty breakfast plate.

Would a plate really protect you in an intruder situation? Y/N really didn’t know, but she was about to find out.

The door handle jiggled. “Fuck,” Y/N mumbled to herself, looking for yet another thing. This time, a place to hide and attack her intruder. Of course, it was near the door, her impending doom, but Y/N quietly tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, not fully, of course, but just enough to let a sliver of light into the bathroom.

She heard the click of the door unlocking, making her breath hitch in her throat. She heard the door creak open. A soft footfall entered the room, the carpet softening the intruder’s boots. She still listened closely. She had counted a total of three pairs of footsteps, all small, quiet and succinct.

A girl with a fucking breakfast plate versus three intruders. This was going to be great on her tombstone.

As soon as she saw the outline of a person, she attacked, a small war cry escaping her throat. She lunged out of the bathroom, porcelain plate raised high above her head, ready to smash it into the intruder’s head. Unfortunately for her, her intruder was fast. Very fast. Before she knew it, her intruder spun around and immediately grabbed her raised arm, keeping it at bay from smashing the plate into their head.

“Y/N, hey, hey, it’s me!” The voice exclaimed, causing Y/N to open her eyes. She didn’t even know that she closed them. Her eyes met Bucky’s terrified expression, causing her panic-stricken face to relax. Her chest was heaving, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bucky still had her plate-hand above her head.

She gritted her teeth and knocked him square in the chest with her spare arm. “You dick!” She yelled, the furrow back between her brows. Her anger must’ve really driven her punch because Bucky stumbled back a bit, dropping her arm from his grasp. “You take me to fucking Germany and leave me by myself in a hotel room, without telling me?” Y/N was just angry now and she had every right to be.

Bucky’s eyes softened. “But Sam left you a note.” Bucky replied, trying his best to defend himself. “That doesn’t make anything better!” She yelled back. “Where the fuck could you guys have gone anyway?” She huffed out, crossing her arms and looking over to Sam for an answer.

Sam moved himself out of the way to a man in a long fluffy coat. Y/N felt her eyes widen. In anger or shock? She couldn’t tell you.

She looked back over to Bucky, mouth agape, brows furrowed in confusion. “The guy who framed you for killing T’Chaka? Are you fucking serious?” Y/N felt herself getting even more angry with Bucky by the second. She turned over to Sam, who looked very nervous. “And you,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just went along with it? You guys helped break a criminal mastermind out of a high-security German prison?” She motioned over to Zemo, who just looked awkwardly between Bucky and Sam.

“Technically we didn’t break him out, he broke out himself-”

“It doesn’t matter! We’re now harboring a fugitive!”

“If I may?” Zemo said, lifting his hand up, asking permission from Y/N to speak.

“No!” She yelled, her teeth almost bared at him.

She was now livid. She couldn’t believe it. It was one thing to accompany Bucky on this mission, but it was another that he was helping a well-known criminal, which she definitely knew was against his terms and conditions with the United States.

Bucky sighed. “We need his help, Y/N.” She met Bucky’s pleading eyes. “With what?” She asked, stepping towards him, challenging him almost. “You never even explained to me why we’re here in the first place.”

“Those Flag Smashers you’ve heard about on the news,” Sam spoke up, saving Bucky from explaining it to her. “We fought them a few days ago, and they were super strong. Bucky-strong.” Y/N gulped.

“Super soldiers?” She asked, receiving nods from both Bucky and Sam. She sighed, “And I’m guessing he’s the expert on super-soldiers? Some special intell?” She asked. Bucky nodded again. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in too deep now. She finally understood why Bucky didn’t want her to accompany them on the mission in the first place. It was too dangerous. Too messy. Too much. Too much for someone like her to process.

“Give me five minutes and we’ll be on our way then.”

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