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Connor x shy!reader
Summary: Connor has a crush on reader and would like to know them better, but he has a feeling reader doesn't like him because reader is always so... stiff around him. Eventually connor confronts this issue.
"Hank?"
"Yeah?" He grunted back. Busy with whatever work he had to review.
"Has y/n spoken to you about me lately?"
Hank looked up at connor, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He made his confusion clear in his voice "what do you mean?"
"Well..." Connors gaze fell over to you, mostly keeping his stiff posture, but his fingers were fiddling with the fabric of his pants."Whenever I come near y/n, their heart rate increases. Their stress levels highten whenever I'm around them. I was wondering if y/n has spoken to you about me. If I did someone wrong."
Hank glanced over at you, then back at connor, gears turning in his head. "No, they haven't." He muttered back, then realization set in. "Ohhh, I know what's going on here." He whispered. "What do you mean lutenint?" Connor replied. He fixed on Hank as he pushed back from his desk slightly. He gave one final glance at you, his tongue stabbing his cheek. "You said they get, what? Stressed around you? Heart rate... that sort of stuff." Connor nodded."Yes."
He finally looked back at connor, lounging in his chair again. "Why does it bother you so much?" Connors gaze shifted slightly, hands fidgiting with his clothes again. "I'm... not sure." His gaze fixed on you for a moment. A bit longer than he intended.
Something about you just... captured him. Your smile, your voice, your hair... everything about you was just... beautiful. You were kind to him when you didn't need to, even defended him when Gavin was being a little shit.
But as kind as you were to him, whenever he approached you, you would stress out. Heart rate escalating, breath patterns change... he worried he did someone wrong. Perhaps he scared you. He was aware many humans were unsettled by androids if not for their... superiority, but they can sometimes be uncanny. Had he startled you? Intimidated you? Did he do something wrong?
"I suppose... I worry I made a bad impression on them." He finally stated. He wasn't lying, but it wasn't the whole truth. Connor himself didn't know what the full truth was, but he felt it twist in his metallic core. Hank leaned back into his desk, keeping a suspicious eye on Connor. "Then ask them." He suggested, a bit to aggressively. The led on Connors head flickered, considering.
Would that work? Would a confrontation actually fix this or just make things more awkward?
"Ask them?" He repeated.
"Yah, ask! What's the worst that'll happen, Connor?" He insisted.
Connor couldn't explain it, but anxiety started to build in his stomach. It's a feeling he didn't often feel, but when he did, it confused him. In the past, he was so self-assured, full of purpose, and felt as if nothing could bring him harm, but now, ever sense deviancy, he was scared.
"What? You can chase killers with wreakless abandon, but you can't ask someone what they are feeling?" Hank chuckled light heartedly. Connor couldn't help but feel a small smile appear on his face. "I could say the same for you, lutenint." He jabbed back.
He finally looked back at you. You were on your computer, seemingly researching a case and taking notes. You were gorgeous.
I can do this
Connor stood up and made his way to your desk. You were located in a far corner with no other people sharing desk space near you. It was nice to have a private space to do your work.
You glanced up to see Connor nearing you, and that's when Connors sensors started to go off again. Increased heart rate.
"Good evening, y/n!" Connor greeted.
Irregular breathing detected.
"Hi, Connor!" You smiled back, giving a gentle wave."What brings you to my oh so humble corner of the office?" You set down your pincel, swallowing hard, which he noticed. "May I take a seat? I won't stay to long." Connor stated, jesturing to an unused desk across from you. "Oh, of corse!" You replied
He promptly slit out the chair and sat in one foul swoop, efficient even when sitting. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed your work y/n, I don't mean to intrude." He glanced at what you were working on. Seemingly, a case on petty theft. "No, not at all. Honestly, I need a break." You sighed, placing a hand on your forehead.
Connors fingers began to play with the fabric of his pants again. "I came to speak about an issue it appears you have. About me. I was simply wondering what it was and if there was anything I could do to resolve this issue." There was a moment of silence where your brain just stopped working. Thinking. You gave him a very puzzled face, which made him confused as well.
"Issue? What issue?" You asked, eyes skittering around his face. "Well," Connor started, now a bit tense. Did he miscalculate? "When ever I'm in your vicinity, your heart rate and breath irregularite, sweat usually increasing as well. My presence stresses you out, don't I?"
Your face suddenly flushes to a darker hue. "Oh." Is all you state. But his sensors are proving his point. Heart going wild. Chest tight with shallow breaths. "Are you alright, y/n?" Connor asked, leaning in slightly. He threw a glance at Hank, who was back to his work. He knew this was a bad idea.
You finally let out a deep breath. "I'm fine, Connor." You sigh, regaining some sense or composure. "It's just... it's complicated. No, I don't have an issue with you, if that's what you're concerned about. You've done nothing wrong." You shook your head gently, picking up the pencil again, needing something to do with your hands. Connors led began to flash again, trying to figure out what this meant. "So I don't make you feel intimidated?" He muttered.
"No, no, not really. Not like that." You reply, now fidgiting with the pencil, you're avoiding eye contact now. Connors led continued to blink. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
He thought his extensive programming for human psychology would help him out, but somehow, he was left in the dark. "Why then, do you get so anxious when I'm around?"
You swallowed hard again, sweat starting to build. "It's dumb, Connor. Humans are... illogical, their minds go places they know are unrealistic. Thank you for caring, but I don't think you'd care if I told you."
Connor squinted slightly, a dozen questions racing through his head. What does that mean, "minds go places they shouldn't" what we're you thinking?
"But I do care." Was all he replied.
Your heart wrenched at that
you finally look at him. not a worried glance but actually look at him. his expression was soft and meaning. he looked so sincere. "oh, Connor..." you whisper. chest tightened, you hesitate for a moment before cautiously holding his hand. to flinch isn't the proper word but Connor reacted in a way that showed he wasn't expecting the sudden action.
should i tell him? you ask yourself.
clearly he cares. but... would he reciprocate? does he feel the same way or is he just... being nice.
you sigh. glancing around the room briefly. "I didn't realize how much you cared about this. about me." you mumble. Connors led stopped flickering for a moment, face hardening ever so slightly. "of course I do."
"alright. I'll tell you. I'm sorry for being so... uncooperative." you sigh, anxiety tightening. Connor simply nodded in response. "the reason I get so nervous around you is because I... like you. like, romantically." there's s moment of silence, his led flashing yellow for a moment. the sudden silence from the ever so quizitive detective is unsettling. you start to realize how square your shoulders are as you try to let out a chocking breath.
"say that again." he finally whispers back.
your gaze locks back on him, confusion twisted into your brows. "i like you." you reply.
Connors led finally stills. what ever eye contact he was making with you softens. "you do?" he replied softly. all you can do is nod. at that a small smile cracks on his face. you start to realize how ridged he was too because his posture relaxes slightly. "I like you too." he replied.
"really?"
"yes. I think so."
"think so?"
"no... no I know so." he finally stated.
you squeeze his hand in response "awesome. so... do you want to... date?" you can feel heat rushing to your cheeks. "id love to."
#connor#connor detroit become human#connor dbh#connor dbh x reader#dbh connor x reader#connor x reader dbh#dbh x reader#detroit become human ralph#dbh#dbh fanfiction
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HOW DO YOU DRAW FACES??!?! seriously, everything about your art is pure eyecandy, I love it SO MUCH, but faces. YOUR FACES. the faces are perfect. they capture every detail. they feel so human. so expressive. i would love to know how you draw/structure your faces because it's the biggest thing i'd like to improve on with my art!
Art is a translation of how you perceive the world. Art is both extremely watered down and painfully vulnerable with emotions. The artist translates the world, and people translate the art. Lots of art gets lost in translation. My goal is to make people read my art regardless of my language. I want my art to speak louder than my simple cluttered words could.
How can you read a face with no words? You have to find your own way to do that, but here’s a very rough way of how I read people and attempt to translate their world into mine.
One practice is drawing straight from a reference. I've been watching TLOU, which has some of the best acting ever and is perfect for screenshotting specific moments to recreate. Pulling scenes from episode five, I stretch and amplify the facial features to properly read their emotions in my style, ex, making Ellie and Sam's eyes bigger to amplify their youth, smoothing out facial wrinkles for simplicity, and (my favorite) exaggerating the mouths so they emote louder.
Second method is feeling how your face moves. Ethan Becker on YouTube explains it better (go watch all his videos) of how to feel and observe how your face compresses and works with different features to properly express emotions. Using your own face as a stencil to understand how your muscle and jaw work is both simple, and always accessible for artist reference.
An example of how I break down bits of a chapter into chunks for each panel while still attempting for it to run smoothly like the writing. Honestly, a lot of this part rides on wanting to do the author justice for their fabulous work. You want to show them how much their work affected you and why it’s totally worth it to draw their stories.
Some examples of scenes from media (that almost made me cry) and how I translate and manipulate it into my style. This is why I redraw scenes from movies so often, not only is it fun and easy, but it’s a great way of studying the masters
But, to actually answer your question, I think the reason my drawings are so expressive to you is because I still follow somewhat typical human anatomy while still being cartoony enough to break the uncanny valley and create an aesthetically pleasing style. I’m still practicing and studying everyday to get better. You must work as much as possible to attempt to properly translate the world.
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I got a few people saying they wouldn't mind seeing a run down of my unfinished work and sketches! So this is gunna be just a big ol post of that and just explaining what the doodles would have ended up being!
First off is just some sketches of Alastor, Husk, a really uncanny Blitzo, and an unfinished voxhusk sketch
Left Husk was reffed off a pose that i've since lost, and right was going to be a little comic of Husk bugging Vox and then Vox bugging Husk in return. :( I don't remember what dialogue I was going to use.
Next is just some unfinished couple sketches! Some Chaggie and Angel/Sir Pentious that I might still use at some point. TuT I think Angel and Pentious could make such a hilarious couple and it kills me that I can't find almost anything for it
and this husk was just going to be a redraw of this
but with Al, Vox, Angel, and Lucifer petting him
next is one I did already post but this one here; left was going to be a short comic where Lilith comes back and is enamored with Husk while also vaguely threatening to Alastor as she is. Right is the only doodle I have so far for a comic about Husk and Charlie getting caught hiding out from the rain, and Husk trying to talk to her about her making a deal with Alastor. Ugh. I need to even just thumbnail out that comic. Its been in my mental queue for literal months!
Next up is a bunch of sketches of my own Hazbin OC, Shiv! I've never posted anything about him alone before, but he's featured in a lot of the backgrounds of my pieces! He was a carnie in voxhusk fake dating, and then a waiter in the diner piece, and ticket booth attendant in the movie theater one!
I always love putting him in just whatever job the art calls for because he is a '1980's cocaine and bourbon grindset hustlepilled business fuck'. I don't know if I will ever expand his story in artwork, but if I did I would draw something about him trying to get a Soul-Based Multilevel marketing scheme going. Shiv is short for 'Shiver' because he froze to death after drunk wandering naked into the woods while on a skiing trip. He's in hell because he made his money doing shitty business practices like scamming old people out of their money with phone scams. If he saw Mad Men he'd think it would be about him, but he'd fit better in Its Always Sunny
Lastly, I have some sketches from a comic I am literally fighting myself not to make, where Husk ends up kidnapped by a ring of criminals that smuggle sinners to other Rings of Hell. Husk would be captured to be an exotic pet for a Ostrich theme'd Goetia, but would quickly escape. The main plot would be him running into and then helping out Blitzo in return for help getting back to the Pride ring!
I would have also got to include my other OC, the little Egg lamb, Sunnysides!
Literally would have just been a huge excuse for me to draw Husk going through Situations and hanging out with the Helluva Boss cast and my OCs.
#i would usually tag this not art but it actually is art this time!#just a whole slew of doodles and yapping and me lamenting about the comics I haven't started making#long post
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I promised, promised myself that I wouldn’t read the Roman König x Fee fic until it was completed because I knew i would get absolutely drawn in, wrapped up in your exquisite prose, then get addicted and suffer from withdrawals. Unneeded to say I broke said promise and welp here I am 🤡
Thing that surprised me was how quickly he endeared himself to me? A cock swinging village massacring brute that I was FULLY prepared to hate had me sighing by then end of chapter 3 with the “you care about my head?” ✋😩 YES I worry for your stupid head you adorable monster.
It’s uncanny how similarly Fee and I felt as the plot progressed. I know this is a self insert and though I made an OC for fee, you were able to capture the feeling of hate to curiousity to distrust to budding emotions on the readers side so beautifully and in only three chapters?? What sorcery is this?? I could go on and on about how I’m just… in awe of your writing skills.
It’s the small things too. The effort he went through to understand Fee, learning her language like he desperately wants to be a part of her. It’s just his delight in the simple things like having a woman and buying her pretty things. I AM GOING TO GNAW OFF MY ARM THIS IS SO GOOD!! I don’t know if you’ve watched HBOs Rome, but they remind me of Pullo and Eirene so much! Like you can’t tell me König doesn’t fit that goofy brawdy soldier who’s only hobbies are drinking and fucking and fighting to a T!
Then it got me thinking…. If König is Pullo then Simon is Vorenus. He has that straight laced, no bs aura about him. Now I’m imagining them both in this universe and please excuse me while I melt in a puddle 🫠
This is perhaps the best piece of fiction I’ve read in a while. I can’t wait for part 4, I have no doubt it will be wonderful as usual. Please accept my maladaptive daydream interpretation of Fee (first she was supposed to be a wood nymph, then the earth goddess then a fairy queen?? I’m not sure anymore. There was so much great imagery couldn’t settle on one. Your honor, we lost the plot.)
Oh my goodness OH MY GOODNESS ❤️❤️❤️
You shower me with praise and I’m over here like aaahh... for me? 🥺❤️
And yes I’ve watched Rome like four times at least! Every time I watch it just gets better, the producers and crew really outdid themselves with all the details in that series. I consider it one of the best TV shows ever made and excuse me but you opened a Pandora’s box here, I'm just so pleased you brought this up...
It took so much time for Pullo to grow on me, I was so frustrated with his character but when he killed Eirene’s man because he was so in love with her and was just like: “Oh there's something in the way of our love? Oh well. *there*, solved.” Gosh I was IN LOVE. I’m sorry, I’m a horrible person, but I fell in love with Pullo right that second. And yeah König is kinda like Pullo in that sense! Eirene wails at the corpse of her ex-lover and Pullo is just like “Um, yeah nasty business but… why are you crying? Oh, oh yeah, oops. But hey, we could be together? Oh, you don’t want me? Damn. How come?” I wanted to shake and kiss him for being so dumb and adorable.
And Ghost is Vorenus YES, you get it 100 %! And the tragic love story of Vorenus & Niobe, oh god, took me about a month to get over it. And Vorenus being under the protection of Mars first and then literally becoming Pluto, the Lord of the Underworld… The mythology nerd in me is swooning over here. The only thing about Vorenus that's slightly König coded to me was when Pullo had to explain to him what a clitoris is, and Vorenus is like “How do you know this about my wife?!?!” and almost kills him :D That’s so so Roman!König.
But AHHH let me squeal about your maladaptive daydream adaption next: she’s the most gorgeous Fee ever, so lovely and feminine and yet, strong and possessing that earthly power in her. I love the color of her dress too!! There’s a lot of earth & water elements linked to Fee so that color (green to turquoise?) is the most perfect combination of earth and sea, while König is more like fire & air, coming from the mountains and slow to anger but when the fire rises, no one is safe...
This was so lovely, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story 🩷💋
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Enchanted | g.d. | 1
Gale Dekarios x fem!Tav
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: I have the entire series written and I am NOT sorry.
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My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge,
And I hear your voice every time I think I’m not enough…
The first time Gale heard her voice, it was the very start of his isolation and seclusion in his tower.
At the time, it was a distant sound –something that sat in the background of his tower when the balcony doors were opened and he had half a mind to pay attention. Most of the day, he had been too absorbed in his self-loathing and hatred, thinking about everything that had gone wrong and led him to losing not only his title of Chosen, but losing what he considered the love of his life.
The circus had been in town all month at that point, but he had little interest in it even when he wasn’t a recluse. The bouts of magic and entertainment were too on the nose for him, and he had little interest in the acts that were geared towards the more easily distracted. But something about her voice that first evening caught his attention as he sat on his balcony, watching the ships leave the harbor.
The first time Gale heard her voice, he peered over to the circus, where a small crowd had gathered around a bard. He assumed she was a bard, at least –she had a lute, and she was singing. Not many people were around –certainly more interested in what was going on elsewhere in the circus –but she was still performing like it was her lifeline. The lights that surrounded her made it hard to make out any distinguishable features, though he supposed it didn’t matter what she looked like if he could hear her voice clear as day.
The arguments that I have won against you in my head,
In the shower, in the yard, and in the mirror before bed –
I’m so tough when I’m alone and I make you feel so guilty…
Much like him, it seemed, she was heartbroken over a love lost. It struck Gale as almost uncanny how closely the lyrics resonated with his own inner turmoil. He found himself wiping his eyes, moved by the poignant melody that seemed to mirror the depths of his own anguish. As he listened, the weight of his current struggles pressed heavily upon him – the pulsating presence of the Netherese orb beneath his skin, the sting of rejection from the one person who had once understood him better than anyone else. It puzzled him how this bard, a stranger to his own personal hells, could capture the essence of his emotions with such accuracy.
Gale couldn’t listen to her very long before he slammed shut the doors of his balcony and retreated into the darkness of his tower once more.
*****
The next time Gale heard her voice, it was when the circus returned the following year.
A whole year had passed since Mystra cast him from her favor; a whole year had passed since he was implanted with a ticking bomb in his chest; a whole year had passed since he last heard the bard in the circus, singing about her own heartbreak that felt so much like his that he sometimes thought back to her words and reminded himself that he did not need to hold a grudge.
The next time Gale heard her voice, he noticed that the crowd gathered around her was still just as modest as before, perhaps even smaller. The ambient lights continued to cast a glow over her, creating an aura that blurred her figure around the edges, resembling distant stars. Despite the dwindling audience, her voice carried a seasoned richness, hinting at a depth of experience and emotion that had matured since the last time he had heard her sing. Gale briefly wondered why she insisted on performing songs that failed to attract large crowds, yet simultaneously wondered if such trivial matters even registered on her radar. It struck him that perhaps, for her, the act of sharing her music was a personal journey rather than a quest for recognition or fame.
Looking back, I think the magic all along was me,
Cause I can’t help but look for the best in you.
But I can’t be in love with the things I just hope you do…
He wondered, once again, how she managed to reach into the depths of his very soul and tear out the feelings he also held. It was unlikely she was heartbroken over a god, but whatever had happened to cause her to write and sing about what she did –Gale was thankful that someone could put it into words, even if that someone was a bard whose name he didn’t even know.
Tonight, he did not slam the doors of his balcony when it got overwhelming. Instead, he sat and he listened, committing each word she sang to heart. He allowed the feelings to wash over him, to cry as he recalled the stupidity of his actions, to curse the folly of his own doing.
I can’t be in love with potential,
I can’t say it’s all circumstantial…
Maybe I should go away,
It’s your choice if you wanna change…
As the nights progressed –he started to keep track of what nights she was there and what nights she was not –Gale noticed a subtle shift within himself. At first, it was merely a passing interest, but gradually it grew into something more. With each performance by the bard, whose voice seemed to be laced with the Weave itself, he found himself captivated. He discovered a new sense of resonance with her music, each note laced with emotions he hadn't explored before. And it wasn't just the music that drew him; it was the sincerity in her voice, the passion in her lyrics, and the way she poured her soul into every performance.
Soon, Gale's evenings became synonymous with her songs, and he found comfort in her voice drifting up to his balcony. As he reflected on his feelings, he began to question the depth of his devotion to Mystra, realizing that perhaps his connection with the goddess wasn't as balanced as he once believed. Perhaps he was better off without Mystra to impress –even if the orb pulsed within him and demanded control.
*****
Showed you all of my hiding spots,
I was dancing when the music stopped…
And in the disbelief, I can’t face reinvention
I haven’t met the new me yet.
“Mr. Dekarios,” Tara announced one evening, having gone to retrieve something with a substantial amount of magic within it for him.
“Hello, Tara,” he greeted with a soft smile, sitting on his balcony with his eyes shut. The bard’s voice was drifting over him, and for the first time since he started paying attention, this song wasn’t nearly as bitter or sad.
“You seem almost…content,” the tressym commented, hopping up on the seat next to him. Gale opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she scrutinized him. “I do hope that means you’ll leave this tower soon.”
“Perhaps,” he hummed, looking over his balcony and down towards where the crowd was gathering once more. Maybe he would join the crowd tomorrow, before she started. Finally put a face to the voice that he had listened to every night for the last three weeks.
Tara followed his gaze, hopping up now on the bannister of the balcony. She cocked her head to the side, eying the lights and people. “Have you been listening to her all night, Mr. Dekarios?”
He nodded once, standing up to join her on the balcony. Resting his arms on the ledge, Gale leaned over and watched as more people gathered around his bard –well, not his bard, but the bard –and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy that they got to see her up close. But at the same time, he was happy for her; she was getting the attention she deserved.
There’ll be happiness after you
But there was happiness because of you.
Both of these things can be true…
“I’ve been listening to her every night, actually,” he admitted with a soft chuckle, feeling his ears burn with mild embarrassment. “I…She’s a lovely singer, that’s all.”
Tara simply eyed him for a moment before returning her attention to the bard below. “She talks to herself quite a bit when she’s not singing.”
Gale’s attention snapped back to Tara, brow furrowing. “How do you know that?”
“She feeds the strays –who am I to pass up a free meal, Mr. Dekarios?”
“Tara,” he scolded, rolling his eyes. “You are not a stray; more importantly, you’ve met her?”
“Poor thing thinks I’m just a cat with wings, but yes, I have spent time with her. Very polite, a bit sad. I suppose I could introduce you –,”
“Please,” he quickly interrupted, standing up straight. “Tomorrow, we’ll go tomorrow.”
Tara seemed surprised by his sudden want to leave the tower, however there would be no complaining from her. Gale leaned over the bannister once more, looking down at the crowd that finally settled in to listen to her sing.
No one teaches you what to do
When a good man hurts you,
And you know you hurt him too…
*****
Stepping out of his tower for the first time in a year, Gale had to pause in the doorway to brace himself for it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave; actually, on the contrary –for the first time in a year, he felt confident enough to step outside and not blow anyone up. But he was overwhelmed by the familiar sights and smells of his beloved Waterdeep and it took him a moment to get his bearings again. Tara strolled beside him, however, reminding him that it was okay.
He was more thankful for that than she would ever know.
It wasn’t a long walk to where the circus had set up for the month, but he took his time, enjoying the sun and the salty breeze that tousled his hair. It had been too long, and if he was going to go confess to the mysterious bard that was below his balcony that he was enchanted by her, then he needed to take his time and get a little more confident in himself.
With Tara leading the way, Gale smiled and waved at neighbors who greeted him happily. It was a nice reminder that perhaps he wasn’t all that alone, even if he was destined to be consumed. He hummed one of her songs to himself, unable to help the smile that was spreading over his face as they finally stood at the gates of the –
Empty circus grounds.
The wizard and tressym stopped short, staring at the torn down tents and remaining pieces of equipment that were being loaded up into a cart. It was a handful of stage hands that were left –it seemed the main performers had taken their leave already.
“No, no, no,” Gale panicked, pushing through the gates and hurrying up to a kobold that was packing up his inventory. “Where is everyone? I thought –the circus –,”
The kobold looked up at him with shifty eyes, pointing around in random directions. “Circus is gone, I is packing up my treatos and getting on road. You want treato? I has lots, treatos make you feel better!”
“What? No, I don’t want –the bard –the girl, who sings. Is she still here?”
“Lots of bards, lots of singing –I is not knowing which one.”
Gale groaned, raking his hand through his hair in frustration. Tara huffed in annoyance, interrupting. “The one that feeds the strays, Popper.”
“Oh!” Popper –apparently –exclaimed. “Favorite human. Very nice. She leave this morning, with bendy friend.”
For a moment, he simply stared down at the kobold with unseeing eyes.
The circus was gone and so were his chances of finally laying eyes on his bard.
“Can you…will you pass along a message to her, Popper?” He finally asked, looking around the mess of the kobold’s shop before finding relatively clean parchment and a quill. He scribbled out something quickly, then waved his hand to ensure the ink dried. With a couple pieces of gold and the parchment, he held it out to Popper, who snatched both up with a frantic nod.
*****
“Oh hello, Popper,” she greeted with a small smile when they made it to their next city.
Popper was setting up a series of very clearly stolen –and slightly bloody –weapons he must have knicked off some bodies on the way. He spun around with a hop, throwing his arms up in excitement.
“Tayve! I has treato for you!”
“Is that so?” She raised a brow and knelt in front of him, smiling softly. “And it’s Tav, Popper. You’ll get it one day.”
Popper waved off her correction, yanking out a wrinkled piece of parchment and shoving it into her hands. “From man in last town. Gave me lots of gold to deliver.”
Tav’s brow furrowed a bit as she uncrumpled the note, looking it over for a moment. It was a poem, she thought, as she read it over. But no name was signed.
The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wondered till I'm wide awake
Now I'm pacing back and forth,
wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say
It was enchanting to meet you.
Your singing saved me. I wish I could have told you in person.
#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale dekarios x reader#gale of waterdeep x reader#gale x tav#gale dekarios x tav#gale of waterdeep x tav
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"Another reality?!"
"That's what he says."
"INCREDIBLE!"
Charlie paced around the lab, his brow furrowed.
"Assuming he's telling the truth..."
Doc studied the footage of the street skirmish, his eyes glued to the stranger's moves.
"You don't believe him?"
"I know we have to keep a skeptical mind, until we get proof. After all, we've been tricked before. But... I saw it in his eyes, Doc. I know my children when i see them. Call it father's instinct, but... That is Cody, i just know it."
Doc was practically vibrating now, absently drumming the table with a screwdriver.
"The possibilities presented by alternate realities are near endless!!! This is remarkable!! Can you imagine the scientific prowess of multiversal travel?!"
"First things first, we need to know why this version of Cody came to our reality. I think it's safe to say that he came after that... thing..."
Charlie leaned over Doc's shoulder, catching an image captured by a trail camera.
Doc winced at the sight, and charlie shook his head.
"I swear, he just can't stay away..."
"I suppose one drawback to the multiverse would be ANOTHER Morocco..."
"But is this one human?"
Charlie frowned as he mused on the horrible, damaged mass of metal plating and wires he'd seen in the woods. The image on Doc's screen was much more human, likely before the horrific transformation, but it was still unsettling uncanny.
Doc nodded, then shrugged.
"Who's to say? In theory, we could be dealing with any number of explanations here."
"True."
"I guess we'll just have to ask our mystery traveller for an explanation."
Charlie frowned, then motioned to the door.
"I'd better get to the hospital, see if he's recovered any. You coming?"
"ABSOLUTELY!!!"
Doc scrambled to grab a bag, shoveling a number of supplies into it.
"It's not every day one gets to experience alternate dimensions! Besides, perhaps our guest will allow me a look at that cybernetic..."
Charlie nodded, and activated his comn.
"Dani, any updates?"
"Not yet, dad, he's still out. Looks like whatever he did back there really messed him up."
"Understood, Doc and I are on our way."
The connection dropped, and Doc ran up, his arms laden with materials.
"While he's recovering, what about the morocco doppleganger?"
Charlie shrugged, getting the door for Doc.
"We'll just have to be vigilant. After all, this Cody said we were in danger. One guess what that means...."
-
Kade trudged through the woods, groaning as Heatwave trailed behind him.
"Can't we go one weekend without some new crisis... just once..."
Heatwave shook his head, pushing aside a branch.
"I don't get why you're so against believing this. If time travel can exist, why not another dimension?"
"That's it, you don't get it."
Kade sighed, turning down another trail.
"I can accept that there MIGHT be another dimension. What's throwing me off, is that i'm supposed to accept that guy being CODY. There's no way!"
"I mean, it is weird, but-"
"No, no buts! That guy wiped the floor with us earlier, Cody wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"But that's just it. He didn't hurt us."
"Says the guy he refused to touch."
"Kade."
Heatwave stopped in his tracks, causing Kade to turn to face him.
"He wanted us out of the way. He didn't hurt us, because he didn't want to. I'm not saying I agree with that, but clearly, we don't know all the details here."
Kade groaned, continuing down the trail.
"... I'm still holding out on the Clone theory. I just... No, no, it's too weird."
"Isn't that what you said about us being aliens?"
"This is different, Heatwave! This isn't about aliens or time travel, it's about-"
"Cody!"
Kade froze, as the entered the campsite, Heatwave waving over to Cody.
"Kade?"
Cody and Frankie ran through the clearing, weaving between tents and classmates.
"What's wrong? Do you guys need our help with a mission?"
Kade glanced at Heatwave, now stiffer, playing into the "Robot" persona.
"Uh.... No. But we need to ask, did anybody see anything... unusual?"
Frankie immediately tensed, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Wait... are you after the guy with the cybernetic arm?"
Heatwave and Kade both tensed up, as Cody added,
"We ran into him earlier, he said his name was Cole. And he protected us!"
"Wait, Cole?"
Heatwave glanced around, quietly saying,
"What do you mean, he protected you?"
Cody and Frankie looked uneasy, as Frankie clarified,
"This was this... thing in the woods, it looked just like Doctor Morocco.... 'Cole' protected us with these crazy electrical powers, and he told us to run."
Kade let a slow hiss, processing the information.
"Cole... right... Yeah, we... uh... ran into... Cole... we're... looking into the situation right now."
Cody looked worried, asking,
"Is Cole alright? He seemed hurt, bad. I cleaned up a cut on his forehead, but i'm worried. And he said he ran into you guys?"
Kade had to bite back a snort.
"You could say we met... But... Dani took him to the hospital to get looked at. I'm... sure he'll be fine."
Cody looked a bit more relieved, but Frankie remained suspicious.
"Anything else?"
Kade glanced at Heatwave, who let out a restrained shrug.
"Uh... Did Cole.... say anything to you guys? Anything... revealing?"
Cody shrugged back.
"Well... He said... he made a big mistake. He seemed all mixed up about something."
"... Hmmm..."
Kade frowned, then nodded.
"We better go, have your teacher call dad if anything... weird shows up, okay?"
"Okay..."
Cody and Frankie looked a bit suspicious, but Kade forced a smile.
"C'mon, go enjoy your camping trip! We've got this!"
Cody glanced at Frankie with a shrug, then smiled.
"Alright, good luck!"
The two walked away, and Heatwave and Kade turned, sighing as they walked away.
Heatwave glanced down at Kade, officially having more questions than answers.
"So, Cody and Frankie met him..."
"Yeah..."
"Wasn't Cole the same name Cody used that one time, when he got aged up?"
"... That doesn't prove anything."
"Did i say it did?"
Kade rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath.
"Let's just... Let's just go..."
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"I've never seen anything like this. And from somebody living Griffin Rock of all places, that should say a lot."
Doctor Mcswain shook her head, glancing down at the patient.
The Cybernetic arm had been heavily damaged in the blast, paneling cracked and peeling, with wires poking out in odd places.
Doctor Mcswain peeled back the blanket, and let Dani peek at his chest.
It was heavily scarred, the areas not covered in fresh bandages revealing old, discolored wounds.
"Looks like some of those went untreated, he's lucky nothing got infected."
But what really caught Dani's attention, were the odd, metallic lines travelling from his right should, right from where the Cybernetic was implanted.
Doctor Mcswain followed her eyes, and carefully lifted him up, giving her a peek at the back of his neck, revealing a series of three small, flat metal implants.
"If i'm right, these are neural receptors. Ct shows some sort of chip implanted in his brain. My guess, these allow neural impulses to travel from his brain to the arm, giving it the same autonomy as a regular arm."
"Woah... Sounds pretty advanced."
"Yup, this technology is supposed to be theoretical at best, how the heck did he get this?"
"... We're not sure."
The doctor recovered him, sighing as she glanced at her notes.
"I take it the patient is still a John Doe?"
"... Something like that... We... have an idea as to who he might be... but we need evidence."
"Keep me posted, any new medical information helps."
"Will do."
Doctor Mcswain nodded, going through her notes.
"Whoever he is, he went through the wringer. But trust me, the arm isn't the weirdest part here."
"What is, then?"
Mcswain held out her charts, her lips pursed.
"It looks like his body produces an unusual amount of bio-electricity."
She showed the charts to Dani, continuing,
"All bodies naturally produce Bio-electricity, it regulates cells, tissue, and organ patterns, as well as sending communication signals throughout the body. But his body seems to produce extreme amounts, i've never seen anything like that before. Your John Doe is a regular patient zero."
"Hmm..."
That certainly explained his tricks from earlier...
Doctor Mcswain placed her files down, saying,
"We'll, he's stable for now, and I need to go check on a few things, I'll be back."
"Alright, thank you."
The doctor briskly left the room, And Dani took a seat in the chair next to the bed.
"... Who are you?"
The previous events rang in her head, everything seemed so... Confusing...
She stared down at the stranger's face, taking in every detail.
His scraggly blonde hair, the scar across his face, the hollow pits under his eyes, the pale color in his cheeks, the sharpness in his bones.
If this was really Cody.... What happened?
What could possibly cause her sweet baby brother to become... this?
She almost wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
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"You find them?"
"Yeah, they saw him."
Kade and Heatwave approached Graham and Boulder, who'd nearly finished with grouping up the random pieces of technology, and smoothing out the damaged ground.
"What'd they say?"
Kade sighed, exchanging a look with Heatwave.
"... Cody and Frankie said he protected them. And he said he name was Cole."
"Cole? Like-"
"Yeah, like that time Cody got aged up, that proves nothing."
Graham gave him an odd look, but shrugged, holding out the fragmented pieces of the stranger's helmet.
"I'll see if I can repair this for him, its design is pretty interesting."
"No!? We can't trust this guy, don't repair his stuff for him!"
Graham trained his eyes down, fidgeting nervously.
"I mean... He seems like he was trying to protect us, and did protect Cody and Frankie."
"So they say..."
"Point is, why would he go through the trouble of keeping us out of the way if he was going to turn around and backstab us?"
"... I don't know. But I don't like it."
Boulder examined some of the fragments of metal, frowning as he studied their design.
"Hmm... We should have Doc take a look at this. This came off that.... thing, right?"
Heatwave felt his spark skip a beak at the sight of a familiar red logo.
"I'll say one thing, i'd rather have another Cody than another Morocco."
Kade shook his head, sighing deeply.
"Look. Truth is, we don't have any idea what's going on here. We have to be prepared for ANYTHING. I won't trust this guy unless he gives me a really good reason, and I sure as hell won't believe he's Cody."
Boulder grouped up the tech, and shrugged.
"Well... How about we look at this from what we DO know? He could've hurt us earlier, but he just wanted us out of the way. And he protected Cody and Frankie from that Morocco doppleganger!"
"But he told us he's Cody, and told Cody and Frankie his name is Cole! How do we know Cole isn't his real name?!"
"Maybe he was just trying to keep them out of it? After all, he didn't want us involved either."
Kade groaned, throwing his hands up.
"WHATEVER!"
Boulder shifted modes, and Graham started loading the tech into his cab.
"Let's just regroup for now, okay? We can talk about this more when we're all together."
"Fiiiiinnneeee...."
Graham hopped into Boulder's cab, as Heatwave changed as well.
"They should be at the Hospital, we'll meet you there?"
"Sure... Sure..."
Kade climbed in, as Graham and Boulder took off. Kade watched them drive off, sighing as he slumped back in the seat.
"This thing whole is crazy... All of this is... this is just crazy..."
"You're telling me... But, one question."
"Shoot."
"Why are you so against the possibility of this guy being Cody?"
Kade groaned, absently resting a hand on the wheel as Heatwave pulled out.
".... Don't you get it? That guy, that calculated fighter who took us out without breaking a sweat? That guy willing to blow himself up to take out that.... Thing? That.... That just can't be Cody... It can't be... Cody isn't some... grizzled warrior from an action movie.... He's... He's a kid. Last night i saw him trip over a table, and apologize!! TO THE TABLE!!"
Heatwave thought on it, and had to agree.
"I'm not saying I like the implications here. I'm saying, they make sense."
"But... No, no, I'm just... I'm not buying it."
"Anything can happen, Kade."
"BUT IT SHOULDN'T!"
Kade threw his head back, shaking his arm absently.
"I know, we're on a freaky island with flying lobsters or time travel or WHATEVER, but this.... This is just.... Too far."
The two lapsed into silence, the only sound being the steady hum of Heatwave's engine.
Kade tried to let the steady rhythm drown out his thoughts, silently pleading for anything to distract him.
Anything to take his mind in another direction.
Anything to stop him from wondering what could've possibly caused his sweet baby brother to become the cold fighter he'd seen earlier.
-
"What do you think's going on?"
Frankie shrugged, before chucking a Frisbee across the clearing, Cody scrambling to catch it, laughing triumphantly as he held it up.
"Got it! But... I know when Kade's lying, his eye twitches weirdly. There's something he didn't tell us about Cole."
Cody threw the Frizbee back, and Frankie jumped to catch it.
"I'm sure it's nothing big. Besides, we can ask them after the camping trip, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so!"
The two continued their game,
unaware of the figure watching from the woods.
"How very fascinating...."
#transformers rescue bots#cody burns#kade burns#dani burns#graham burns#charlie burns#au#Multiverse Cody AU
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LOVER BOY - WIP INTRO
[ lover boy by @dallonwrites / sfgate / tumblr user catilinas / lover boy | little weirds by jenny slate / lover boy / hellraiser (1987) / manhunter (1986) / the lost boys (1987) / lover boy ] this post has alt text.
disclaimer: this is my own original work
Genre: Literary that wishes it were horror
Setting: San Francisco, 1987/88
Aesthetics: fake blood, uncanny SFX in old horror movies, grainy home videos, a deeply orange sunset, retro arcade games, an empty mall, overripe fruit, anatomical heart models, heart shaped candles, leather jackets, rolling fog, the moon in the ocean, bowling alleys, red lights, trying to see a ghost in the hallway, real blood, mixtapes from former lovers, nightclub bathrooms, vampire fangs, neck kisses
Summary: Sometimes, to cope with change and unpredictability, Beau likes to pretend he's the protagonist of a blood-soaked horror movie. And all he's ever wanted is a lover. But after the death of his childhood best friend he retreats into himself - frustrated at love and frustrated that Bobby hasn't haunted him the way he promised to - until he's jolted back by former friends needing his help with a movie project, an ex lover returning as new ones find new ways to hurt him, his friends and his community getting sicker, and a near death experience that comes with the urgency to record everything around him whilst he still can. The more that happens, the more he tries to find ghosts around him. The more times he sees blood on his hands, the more painful his old coping mechanism becomes, as his thoughts become less and less tasty.
what if you were autistic but you didn't know it because it's the 1980s and your special interest is horror movies and sometimes your brain feels a little bit blood-soaked but it's okay because it feels good! it makes you feel better, right? but then your best friend dies and also you lose the closest person you had to a lover and you wonder if you've wasted your time obsessing over romance but you don't have time to think about it because life keeps happening and nobody seems to care that your community is dying and no matter how hard you try you never see a ghost in the hallway or the bathroom mirror like you want to, and then your lover comes back but he's different, and so are you, and you really want to stop looking death in the eye, so you try to capture everything around you on your video camera to show that you were here, we were here and we're alive, and your queerness is your heartbeat and all you want to do in this life is love, so that's what you do, despite everything, whatever that love looks like, even when everything gets louder and brighter and too much to bare and you're starting to get scared by the blood in your thoughts
I call this "the culmination of my growing obsession with horror and the undergrad dissertation I wrote on how the AIDS crisis functions in queer narratives". I think it's my favourite thing I've started in a long time! There's so much flesh to this story that I haven't even dug my hand as deep into it as I could go. It's fun, it's silly, it's raw, it's sweet, it's emotional, it's complicated, it's a bit bloody, it's theatrical, it's trying it's best. It doesn't take itself too seriously but it's also crying in the bathtub you know
Characters (just a few otherwise this would get way too long)
Beau (he/him) the bestest boy in the whole world. Someone pleeeease take him to a farmers market on a chilled Sunday afternoon
Benji (he/him) Beau's little brother who Beau thinks is the bestest boy in the whole world. Even though he loves bugs and dirt and wants to be a shark when he grows up
Bobby (he/him) dead but before he died he thought being a ghost would be so fun. It'd be so much easier to sneak up on Beau! He could finally go to Fire Island! He loved handmaking jewellery and wanted to be a volcanologist.
Felix (he/him) the ex lover! He's doing sooo much better since the last time you saw him! Hey why is he crying in that movie theatre bathroom
Tiff (she/they) Beau's old friend and roommate. Tattoo artist who collects eye shaped decor and broken rotary phones. Lesbian/gay solidarity is the backbone of this novel.
Dorothy (she/her) In love with the moon and acrylic paints. What if you bumped into your ex boyfriends twin sister and feel like you shouldn't get involved but then you remember she's realllyyy fun to talk shit about people with?
#who peeped the hannibal/red dragon reference at the end of the summary LOL#wip intro#lover boy#long post#ALSO i will be reblogging a version of this with text image descriptions later today#THIS IS SOOO MUCH DIFFERENT TO WHEN I INTRODUCED THIS PROJECT LAST YEAR LOLLL#i deleted that post but remember when this was the Beaulix novel? now it's just Beau!#this is by far the most fun take on grief ive done in my writing about grief to cope with my own era#i read this wip intro and i remember 2020 when i created beau and he was just meant to be a guy that liked surfing and gave felix weed#and look where we are now
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What if the Ferryman warms up to V1 quicker than they forgive Gabe so when the two have to fight something/someone the Ferryman's idols priortitise V1 for the blessing instead of Gabe. He would be so upset! Maybe they try to teach V1 to carve it's own idols (out of wood, they don't trust it with the real stuff)
How would the Ferryman warm up to V1 in the first place? Did they just want to figure out why Gabe fell for it in both senses of the word?
(reference to this!)
ANON YOUR MIND....i can absolutely see this being the case because the ferryman is in a very difficult and unique position with regards to these two. i went into detail in that previous ask on their issues with gabriel after his fall, but with v1, initially all they see is the machine that corrupted him. in some ways, they want to shift the blame entirely so they can preserve something of gabriel's image in their mind, but they come to know v1 for the exact reasons you say - they want to understand what happened. gabriel was a paragon, a luminous angel fully dedicated to god. how did v1, in a matter of hours, change his entire perspective, how did it not only turn him blasphemous but capture his love and affection as well? the ferryman by turns is insulted, angry, jealous, and the only way they can deal with that is to get to know and possibly understand v1 even if all they can feel for it at first is disgust.
the ferryman is guarded in approaching v1, a bit concerned for their own faith if it was able to so thoroughly shake gabriel's, but v1 is difficult to engage initially. it shows a mild curiosity before ignoring all of the ferryman's attempts at conversation, stark expression giving nothing away before it leaves to find better stimulation. of course. it's not made to be social, it doesn't seek out companionship nor prioritizes it in any fashion as a war machine. and while the ferryman can observe it, can begin to see behaviors they never expected to find in its curiosity and playfulness, it does nothing to answer their questions nor lessen their frustration with it. they have to engage with it on its terms, how gabriel must have when they met and when it changed him...and honestly the ferryman's anger has mounted long enough despite their uncanny ability to bottle their emotions. their challenge to v1 is the first time they see it respond fully to them, instantly drawing its weapons without moving to a more proper setting or even waiting for the word "go". it's not a complete surprise though, and the ferryman braces against it as they know implicitly that this machine must have defeated gabriel since that's the only way it would be standing now.
and as this is v1's true language, the ferryman finds themselves astounded by what it says: there is true art in its movements, boundless creativity guiding its whole body, a fervor that before they could only understand as religious but now put into battle. this is what gabriel saw, what he felt. so small but lightning fast, learning every second of the battle and adjusting, adjusting, tailoring all its movements, weapon choices, strategies to its opponent and its opponent alone. special-made, a battle just for two. how odd, feeling like you're the only one in the world when it locks onto you. and for v1, its interest in the ferryman takes hold when it sees how they fight, the strength and precision they manage despite appearing so frail and retiring. why didn't they show it this first? why waste time trying to talk? they can spark its need for physicality, a partner in battle that can hold its attention and make it work for its victory. v1 does end up battering the ferryman perhaps too much, but it stops when they fully yield and thank it for showing them just what they needed to see. they take the time to patch themselves up and think on what it showed them, wondering if that was enough to steal gabriel from heaven.
however...now they've attracted its attention lol v1 begins to investigate the ferryman, reversing their previous roles - they keep catching it out of the corner of their eye, scuttling around behind them, watching them with its brightly glowing optic that somehow looks much more inquisitive now. they start talking to it again to bring it closer, explaining the maintenance of their ship or singing low songs to it which it sometimes gives responses to with little electronic chirps. and despite knowing what it did to humanity, to hell, to gabriel, the ferryman was human once and well...there's an undeniable, deeply human pull toward a curious little robot. they begin to show it their artwork, how they paint and sculpt, absolutely handing over the tools to v1 at some point to watch it roughly carve the most rudimentary little figures of things its seen, people it knows. slowly it grows on the ferryman, watching the passion it approaches everything with, how it's impatient but how it delights in novel experiences, how brightly intelligent it is, far beyond the ferryman's capabilities in many things...despite everything about it that should be to the contrary, it's charming in its own ways. made by humanity, but not human, not fair to condemn by the same measures. the ferryman, religious as they are, does not believe that it can necessarily be held accountable with how it is removed from god - sinful men made this, and it had no say in its purpose.
this moral reasoning is what breaks down the barrier between them and ultimately leads to the idol problem. while gabriel knows by then that v1 has taken an interest in the ferryman, he doesn't understand how it's reciprocated until v1 is blessed by an idol to both of their shock. v1 adjusts quickly to it - invincible, unstoppable!!!! it can perform all the most ridiculous tricks, the ones it's only simulated (to poor results) because nothing can touch it!!! it cleans up the rest of the battle single-handedly as gabriel stays rooted to the spot, only moved when he's rudely checked by an enemy as if only to remind him he doesn't have the privileges v1 currently does. and i think this is point at which gabriel comes to really understand how hurt he is by the ferryman's rejection, how he felt so secured and entitled to their devotion that he believed the ferryman would totally forgive him if given enough time...but this shows how badly wounded their relationship is, how terribly hurt the ferryman has been in a way gabriel should have known. his natural emotionality wants to lash out but he knows he must control it, the feeling selfish and unfair to the ferryman or to v1 - instead he needs some time to self-reflect, to deconstruct even more of that angelic self-righteousness he still carries, and find it in him to truly be humble if he wants to mend this rift (which he has time for, as v1 is arguing with the terminal that THOSE POINTS COUNT. GIVE ME MY POINTS!!!!! and the terminal REFUSES to cash out bc v1 essentially used cheat codes)
#the argument lasts for hours and the terminal wins#though v1 puts a 'kick me' sign on it as revenge. asshole!!!!#ANYWAYS....LONG AGAIN but there was a lot to go through here#this fully makes gabriel face he is no longer a being meant to be worshiped in a very literal way#and it does make him realize how he still on some level felt above others despite his position#(he does feel a little vindicated by the terminal's decision tho)#(aw you didn't get your p? :( that's too bad honey your tricks were so cool :( <- lying)#cake answers#v1#ferryman#fallen gabriel#rise and fall au
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Mommy dearest 3
Tenko is now officially in your care, but his quirk is still not registered. A trip to the doctor goes slightly askew, and once again you are faced with the prejudice that follows quirks.
03 A visit at the doctor's
Waking up to Tenko next to you was still a new, but welcoming feeling. It had been 2 weeks since Tenko officially became your son, and was lovingly calling you mama. It makes your heart so full every time he says it. Over the past 2 weeks, some behavior patterns have turned up. Like how Tenko would scratch at his neck everytime he got anxious, or hadn’t used his quirk in a while. Or how he would always ask, if he was allowed to eat. To combat that you spend a lot of time cuddling and testing his quirk. Let’s just say the garbage disposal company hadn't had anything other than dust from your household.
You also put Tenko in therapy, where the therapist had been so kind as to allow you to sit and comfort Tenko the first few times. Tenko seemed to like her, and frankly so did you. The therapist was one of the only people so far who didn’t discriminate against Tenko, because she wasn’t afraid of him and if she was she was still professional.
But now that Tenko was doing a lot better, you had to address the elephant in the room. His quirk registration.
“Tenko honey, we need to visit the doctor soon,” You said in a gentle voice. You didn’t want to risk Tenko reacting badly. Tenko stopped playing the new video game you got him “but why mama?” Tenko looked up at you with his big innocent ruby eyes. “Well, we need to get your quirk registered” you said as you caressed the top of his head. Tenko looked confused, “But we already know my quirk, mama,” his confused expression was adorable. “Yes we do, Tenko” you bopped him on his nose, causing him to giggle “but we need a medical professional to examine you, mama is not allowed to, it's illegal even if mama is a doctor.” you gently explained to him, scouting his reaction for any sign of tension.
“Do we have too?” Tenko asks, giving you puppy dog doe eyes. Ever since you adopted Tenko, and the person checking in marked you fit as a parent, he had been very comfortable around you. Tenko knew you wouldn’t hurt him, your words and actions had shown him that. So Tenko had allowed himself to be a child, and free. With that came the puppy dog eyes, usually it was hard saying no to the doe eyes. But you knew when you had to put your foot down. “Yes Tenko, we have too. I want to make sure you are 100% okay ” Tenko reluctantly gave in. And so you began your journey to the doctors office, you had planned this ahead of time and booked an appointment.
The doctor's office was filled with anxious little kids and their mom or dads, a lot of posters about health and it was all in horrible colors that maybe could make your eyes bleed over time. Tenko was surprisingly enough one of the more silent kids in the waiting room, rather than fidgeting he opted to play on the console you got him on his first shopping trip. The game he was playing captured all his attention, so you used that as an excuse to sweep a glance across the room.
A young boy and mother with uncanny resemblance came out of the doctors room, one looking schooked and the other glum as glum as can be. Both of them had the greenest hair you’d seen in a long time. Their matching glossy eyes, sparked an ounce of sympathy that took root in your soul. Whatever happened to them, must have been bad. I hope they’ll be alright.
With Tenko consumed by his game, and you observing all the people who come and go, the wait went by fast. “Ms.y/n and Tenko, I’m ready to see you now.” The doctor announced it in the waiting room. “Tenko honey, put the game away, it's us now.” Tenko nodded his head, saved the game and shut off the console so you could have it in your purse again. Hand in hand you and Tenko followed the doctor. Once in her office, it gave you a chance to evaluate her. She was young from what you could tell, wore her hair up in a bun and had an expensive set of rings on her fingers. Oh no, a privileged kid turned doctor. Wait bad y/n, maybe she won’t be so bad. While in your head you almost missed her first question and the tone that followed.
“It says on the paper you're here today for a quirk evaluation. So first I need to ask what your relationship is” There was a certain sneer to her voice as she spoke the word , relationship, as if she couldn’t be more judgemental she also gave you the elevator look. “Mother and son” the answer came out with more bite than intended, but her everything was giving you bad vibes at being judged. It made it even worse when she turned and scanned Tenko, causing him to retreat into himself. Silently you began petting his head, stroking his hair in an attempt to offer some comfort from the doctor.
“Alright, it says in the notes that you have discovered Tenko’s quirk but would like a medical evaluation.” Silently you offer a nod and a little ‘yes’, doing your best to not march out the doctor's office. The doctor just gave off such a bad feeling, like you are not enough and are the scum of the earth. A pretty bad feeling to have when you're visiting a children's doctor.
“Okay, I will need Tenko to come with me for the tests, to do the evaluation ” Tenko’s head snapped over to you, big red eyes pleading not to. “It’s alright Tenko, it needs to be done. Besides you never have to again afterwards, doesn’t that sound nice honey?” you calm Tenko down, the small pout on his face tells you he’s not exactly happy with the outcome.
You were ushered out of the room, and into the hallway. Time ticked by slowly, your heart was hammering out of your chest. What if she hurt Tenko, the doctor seemed to be the type to let their prejudice dictate their actions.The door opened after some time “you can come in now” The doctors words were sharp, clearly something happened. The doctor seemed on edge once she came closer to Tenko, and Tenko was sitting in a chair with his head down and trembling fist all scrunched together.
“Well the evaluation is over, I can give you some pamphlets on what to do. But, don’t ever come here again” The doctor said tensely, while she was stocking piles of pamphlets into your arms. The top pamphlet said something along the lines of: how to deal with a villain's quirked child. The nerve of that woman had you seeing red. “Excuse me, did you mean to give me these pamphlets? '' The tone in your voice almost had the fully grown doctor shaking in the knees. The doctor, not wanting to lose face, tried to shift the blame towards you “Well, maybe if you hadn’t had your son so early he would have had a non- villain quirk” she spat out the words, son and villain quirk.
Seeing red still, you scooped up the trembling Tenko and hugged him close. His fists were still clenched together, a sure sign he was uncomfortable with his quirk again. Two weeks of getting better all down the drain p´because of a rookie doctor with quirkism prejudice. “Who are you to tell me or my child, that his quirk is villainous. If anything you are the one behaving like a villain here, I hope you get fired after I contact the hospital about your unacceptable and less than professional approach ” with the scolding of the doctor done, you headed out the door with the softly crying Tenko. When you reached the lobby of the hospital, you swiftly threw out the stupid pamphlets and grabbed your bags. The journey to the car was filled with a lot of kisses to Tenko’s head, and back rubs to the best of your filled hands ability.
The car ride home consisted of you trying to make conversation with Tenko, asking him about his games and other topics that usually got him talking nonstop. But he was mostly silent, only giving a small ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when you asked him direct questions. So you stopped trying to make conversation and instead turned up the volume of the radio, deciding to give Tenko some space and time to process.
Tenko was still mostly unresponsive when you arrived home, so after placing your things away and in their spots you scooped Tenko up and sat ión the couch. “It’s okay Tenko, I love you no matter what the doctor said. Besides I know you a lot better, so I know she was wrong honey. You will be exactly what YOU want to be, it doesn't matter if it's a professional gamer or hero. You quirk is not villainous there is no such thing, so don’t worry honey. ”
Sitting in your lap, and hearing you reassure him was just what Tenko needed. Wailing he flung into your embrace, and sobbed his little heart out. He was so relieved, you loved him and would still keep him. He wasn’t cursed with a villain's quirk, mama said so and she was always right.
After calming down Tenko got sleepy, it took a lot out of his little body to be so pent up with emotion. Before he fell completely asleep his little sleepy voice rang out “I love you mama”. Sighing and smiling a gentle smile you picked up Tenko, choking to put him to bed. With a kiss to his forehead, you could only look forward and swear you would make him continue to feel loved.
It seems like the journey of motherhood is a long one ahead, luckily you were always ready for a challenge. Tenko was going to get the best mama in the world, you would make sure of it.
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Chapter 2
Summary: You watch an android interrogate another android and try not to think too hard about how it makes your heart race.
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You clung to the folder of evidence as you entered the observation room, looking at the android they'd captured. That Connor captured.
"Hey, sweetheart," Gavin greeted with a grin.
You glared at Gavin, not wanting to deal with his shit today. You never specifically agreed to the nickname, but it didn't bother you too much. Usually.
Chris watched from his chair, chuckling. You huffed and grabbed the chair next to Chris, slightly shoving Gavin out of the way. He uncrossed his arms and shoved you back, causing you to almost miss the chair. Your cheeks flushed at the near miss and your eyes flicked to Connor watching silently in the back of the observation room. You give Gavin the finger as you turn your chair to face the interrogation room.
"Is he making any progress?" You asked, your eyes flickering between Gavin and Chris, waiting for a response. Gavin scoffed, but before he could answer, Hank slammed his hands against the table, causing you to jump.
"Say something, goddamnit!" Hank sighed, pushing himself up from his chair, "Fuck it, I'm outta here." Chris buzzed him through as you focused in on the android. Scars littered its arms, and some of the machinery peeked through the more roughed-up parts. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine, we're getting nothing out of it!" Hank moved towards the chair next to Chris, stopping once he realized you were in it. You moved to get up, but Hank shook his head, telling you to stay. He took his place in the back of the room, silently seething.
"We could send our dear Doctor in there to talk to it, finally put that fancy degree to use," Gavin responded, a sneer plastered on his face.
You stared at him. Maybe that wasn't such a horrible idea. Interrogating the deviant would give you a better idea of how they ticked. No guarantee the deviant would cooperate, though. You weighed your options.
"Hell no," Hank answered for you, "it's our job to interrogate the suspects, not the doctor's." You deflated a little in your seat.
"C'mon," Gavin urged, "they're authorized to carry a gun, why can't they interrogate the suspects."
You couldn't believe you were actually going to agree with Gavin but before you could argue your case, Connor spoke up, "I could try questioning it." Gavin barked out a laugh at the suggestion, sending you a look like, can you fucking believe this guy? You sent him a similar look.
Hank sighed and threw a hand up, "What do we have to lose? Go ahead, suspect's all yours." Your mouth dropped as Hank gave Connor the approval. Your eyes moved from Hank to Gavin, to Connor, and then back again in disbelief.
"Lieutenant..." you started, ready to plead your case. Hank raised a hand, stopping your argument before it left your mouth. You turned back and crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. You watched as Connor put his hand against the scanner, the skin on his hand peeling back to reveal the white, plastic frame. You looked away, unnerved. Stupid android.
It was uncanny, watching Connor interact with the deviant. He towered over the deviant while he flipped through the evidence folder. Like a killer whale toying with its prey, Connor took his time before beginning his interrogation. He slowly took his seat, his eyes never leaving the deviant's face.
"You're damaged," Connor's eyes shifted to the deviant's forearms, "Did your owner do that? Did he beat you?" Connor's voice was soft as he gazed at the deviant. It made your heart clench, it seemed like Connor actually cared about the deviant.
Just another ploy by Cyberlife to make him appear more human, you thought, clenching your fists.
You watched Connor's hands as he grabbed the evidence folder and expertly flipped it around to show the deviant. He gently opened the folder, folding his hands in front of him. He had beautiful hands. Well, you supposed that was the point. Cyberlife had a knack for perfection.
"You recognize him?" He asked. "It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times," the harshness in his voice surprised you, "That was written on the wall in his blood." The deviant's LED rapidly flashed scarlet before switching to amber. You wondered if androids could feel remorse.
Connor continued, "If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory."
"NO!" The deviant exclaimed as he let out quick, panicked breaths. Everyone in the observation room jumped at the deviant's unexpected response. "No, please don't do that..." The deviant begged, his LED flashing red.
You leaned forward in your chair, the deviant's pleas tugging on your heartstrings. He appeared to be scared. Could androids even feel fear? Almost as if he read your thoughts, the deviant spared a look towards the mirror, your eyes meeting, even if he didn't know it.
"What..." The deviant paused, fear lacing his voice, "What are they gonna do to me?" His eyes jumped to Connor's as he came to a realization. "They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?" He whispered.
Your chest tightened, they were going to destroy him. We were going to destroy him. Just for defending himself.
Connor's gaze never wavered, "They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents... They have no choice if they want to understand what happened." His response was methodical, like he was reciting from some form of a handbook, How to Scare the Absolute Shit of Any Android For Dummies- A Guide By Cyberlife.
The android looked up at Connor again, his voice wavering, "Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?"
Connor straightened slightly, as if the question offended him. "I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission." His mission, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. His mission is scaring the daylights out of this poor android.
"I don't wanna die," the deviant murmured.
Connor's voice was gentle now, "Then talk to me."
The deviant hesitated, struggling to get out the words, "I... I can't..."
"I understand how you felt," Connor leaned in, "You were overcome by anger and frustration." Connor was waving his arm now, "No one can blame you for what happened." You desperately wished that were the case. Cyberlife viewed the deviant as nothing more than a piece of defective machinery. A problem to be torn apart and solved.
Connor looked down at his hands before continuing, his voice sympathetic, "Listen, I'm not judging you. I'm on your side... All I want is the truth."
"Fucking figures," Gavin huffed, "damn android said it's on-"
"He's building rapport, doing whatever he can to get a confession," you butted in. You grinned, "Maybe you should take some notes, Detective." Hank smirked from his position next to you, and Chris pressed his lips tightly together attempting not to laugh.
"If you remain silent, there is nothing I can do to help you!" Connor began to raise his voice, his words getting quicker, "They're gonna shut you down for good! You'll be dead! Do you hear me? Dead!"
For someone who insisted androids weren't alive, he emphasized the fact that this android would die. Perhaps he's trying to trigger that trepidation every being has; the fear of one's existence quickly coming to an end. Connor let out a sigh, tilting his head in feigned pity. Connor moved towards the mirror, his eyes boring into yours. You wondered if he could see you through the mirror.
The deviant finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "He tortured me every day... I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong." The deviant shook his head slightly, "Then, one day... He took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time," the deviant paused, "I felt scared... Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die."
Your heart was racing as the deviant began recounting his abuse. Why was it wrong for this android to defend himself?
The deviant continued, "So, I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach... I felt better so I stabbed him again and again until he collapsed... There was blood everywhere." The deviant's eyes shifted as if he was reliving the murder as he spoke.
"Fucking finally," Gavin huffed, "Let's get this show on the road."
"Shut up," You hissed, glaring at him.
Connor leaned forward, "The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it right? What does it represent?"
"It's an offering... An offering so I'll be saved..." The deviant replied, meeting Connor's gaze. You supposed androids, or deviants at least, weren't so different from humans, seeking out someone, something, to save them when they didn't have the means to save themselves. A life preserver to grip onto when the waves got too rough.
Connor persisted, "The sculpture was an offering... An offering to whom?"
"To rA9," the deviant said, "Only rA9 can save us."
A god amongst androids.
Connor finished his interrogation and leaned back in his chair. "I'm done," he said coolly. He moved to stand up, his gaze never wavering from the deviant's face. Connor flattened his hand against the biometric scanner, his skin once again peeling back to reveal the pristine white plastic underneath.
Everyone in the observation room jumped up to meet him at the door.
"Chris, lock it up," Gavin barked. You kept your distance from the deviant and Connor, taking up a position behind Hank in the doorway. Chris dutifully took the keys off his belt and he began to unlock the restraints.
"Alright, let's go," Chris said, moving to grab the deviant.
The deviant quickly pulled his arm away, "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" He said, his LED flashing red as he moved away from Chris's grasp.
Gavin's jaw tightened, as he began to move towards the pair. "Hank," you whispered, the warning evident in your tone. He nodded slightly as he continued watching the scene play out, ready to jump in if necessary.
"The fuck are you doing?" Gavin fumed, "Move it!"
"Okay," Chris hesitated, slowly moving to grab the android's biceps. The two began to struggle, and your heart began to race. This was going to end badly.
"You shouldn't touch it," Connor interjected, "It'll self-destruct if it feels threatened."
Gavin turned to Connor, a scowl etched on his face, "Stay outta this, got it? No fuckin' android is gonna tell me what to do." Gavin turned back to watch Chris struggle with the deviant, agitation gracing his features.
"You don't understand," Connor insisted, "If it self-destructs, we won't get anything out of it!"
Your fingers moved toward your side, ready to grab your gun if you needed it. "Hank..." You hissed. Connor wasn't the only stubborn one here. The deviant was becoming more stressed by the second and Gavin was only making it worse.
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth!" Gavin shouted at Connor, shoving a finger in his face. He turned his fury to Chris, "You gonna move this asshole or what?"
"I'm trying," Chris hissed through his teeth, his frustration clear.
Connor rushed towards Chris, prying his hands off of the deviant, "I can't let you do that! Leave it alone now!" Chris stumbled back, confused.
Gavin pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Connor, "I warned you, motherfucker!"
"Hank!" you insisted, your hand moving to unbuckle your gun. Goddamn you, Gavin.
He nodded toward you, "That's enough!" He ordered like Gavin and Connor were children arguing over a toy.
"Mind your own business, Hank," Gavin seethed. You gripped the handle of your gun, muscles tensing.
"I said," Hank emphasized, drawing his own gun, "That's enough." Gavin snarled as his eyes moved between Connor's and Hank's.
"Fuck," he whispered, enraged at the stalemate. He pointed at Hank, "You're not getting away with it this time." Gavin sent a glare at Connor before stalking towards the exit. You moved your hand away from your weapon, Gavin's eyes met yours as he passed, softening only slightly. As much of an asshole as he was, he was still your friend.
Connor moved towards the deviant who was cowering in the corner. He crouched to the deviant's level, his voice tender, "Everything is alright now. It's over now. No one is going to hurt you." He was so gentle. It made you quiver, your chest aching.
He stood up, "Please, don't touch it. Let it follow you out of the room and it won't cause any trouble." Chris took a few steps back as the deviant got up. The deviant whispered something to Connor as he passed, his LED turning blue for the first time.
You leaned back against the wall of the observation room, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Holy shit," you remarked.
Hank let out a sigh and his lips quirked up a little bit, something you'd miss if you hadn't known him for so long. He shook his head, leaving the interrogation room. You sent Connor a tight-lipped smile before you followed Hank out, sparing a glance at Connor on your way out.
You hoped Connor was here to stay
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Ok in Canon only or mention in the books hearlsbrye knows Yuu is from a different world, maybe Malleus.But I always found it funny if everyone has this dangerous sense around Yuu.
You know that uncanny valley feeling,that's what's around Yuu.Or maybe it freaks everyone out that there's no aura or soul around Yuu.
Yuu not dangerous they demonstrated it,their action contradicts their aura.But only the people that know where they're from are comfortable around Yuu.
I resuse to believe that the dorms haven't questioned at some point why the mirror summoned a magicless person.
Here are my thoughts on what they probably think before they know Yuu:
Hearstlabyul:
Riddle:
Riddle had helped capture the raccoon from destroying the mirror chamber.
There was so much fire around the room. But he could still see the magicless student.
They kept thier face hidden with their hood, so they couldn't see what their face looked like above the nose and mouth.
Yet they still had a certain... aura... around them.
Like they were something that not even his mother's rules could govern.
He would see the student again next to the cat monster and the two freshman from his dorm.
They would almost always be together.
He only properly met you at the unbirthday party. When he rejected their apology tart, they looked ready for a fight.
But they also looked... scared?
Like they knew that something was going to go wrong. But didn't know exactly how.
During his overblot, he saw the Prefect commanding his other dorm members in battle.
They managed to get them to take him down.
Was that why Crowley let you stay?
After that he gets on better with the Prefect.
He didn't find out that they were from a different world until you casually mentioned it at the unbirthday party.
Another world?
That explains a lot, actually.
But at the same time, it raises so many questions.
He can't ask any of these questions yet because he has just so many.
And he has to hold in his reaction to this to uphold his dorm's reputation.
Trey:
He will admit that the Prefect was a little bit off-putting.
His dad senses were telling him that they were a threat to his underclassmen or something.
But he tried his best to ignore these feelings. Especially when they were being helpful with the chestnuts.
When they mentioned they were from another world, he admittedly thought they were joking at first.
Although as time goes on, he slowly realizes that they are probably serious.
Especially when that feeling and some of their behaviors can not be explained.
Cater:
This man didn't notice the aura around Yuu at first because Riddle was running him ragged at the time.
But when the first year's came back with that apology tart, he kind of felt something alien around Yuu.
It didn't bother him that much tho.
Same as Trey, when Yuu said they were from another world, he also thought they were joking. Eventually, he started believing it in time.
Deuce:
This man has my heart. Don't get me wrong.
But this is the same guy who thought supermarket eggs had chicks in them. Do you think he'll notice any aura at all?
Is the only one with a legitimate reaction from this.
He will be one of the only ones who will believe Yuu right when they tell him.
Will ask questions about their world.
Ace:
Only felt the aura once he had provoked Grim by Main Street.
Yuu was staring daggers at him whilst also trying to control Grim.
It's as though insulting them angered an unknown force.
He also felt this force when he came over to Ramshackle.
Believe it or not, Ace will actually believe Yuu as well when they tell him.
His reaction is just not as big as Deuce's.
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This turned out to be a long post. So I'm going to split it into a mini series. Have a good day.
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No Title, Just RBG Angst (Puppet AU)
Summary: After over a year, the ninja have tracked down Kai’s location to a small village, but what exactly he’s doing there, none of them could’ve expected.
(Like all Puppet AU content, the AU isn’t mine, it’s @kittydemon9000’s, go look at their cool shit)
The blood in Nya’s veins is boiling.
Seriously, more than it ever has, even for someone like Nadakhan. Because this? This is too far.
It’s been over a year since she last saw her older brother, and she and the others have barely slept, Lloyd especially. Even Misako and Sensei Wu haven’t rested since Kai’s disappearance.
It was supposed to be a simple mission: capture some rouge Serpentine and get them back to the city for Skales to deal with, nothing new there, just a typical Tuesday.
But it was new.
Because Kai never came back, gone without trace.
That’s when the search began. Posters, emails, billboards, TV appearances… anything they could do to get the word out and let people know to be on the lookout…
And that leads to earlier in the day.
Someone had contacted The Bounty, saying they saw someone that looks just like Kai in a village a few hundred miles from Ninjago City. After a year of dead ends, the ninja team ventured out on foot so as to not alert Kai’s kidnappers. If this was, in fact, Kai.
But they found nothing. Many villagers claimed they saw him, but none could tell them where he went.
That’s when they stumbled upon a chalkboard advertisement.
It was for a puppet show, run by some semi-known legacy performer. The ninja went just because they thought they could use a break, something to take their minds off of things…
The puppet should’ve been their first hint something was very wrong.
“It” looked just like Kai, but, since it was just a marionette, the team didn’t- they didn’t think-
They went up to the owner of the show afterwards, a tall, very unsettling person who only addresses themselves by “Puppeteer”. If they only had the purple suit and cape, then yeah, maybe they were just a little eccentric…
But his mask was downright CREEPY.
It was made to look like one of those comedy masks from ancient theater, the kind of stuff Sensei Wu would’ve seen around when he was young.
Anyway, Lloyd asked about the doll, explaining their situation with Kai being missing. They thought that, behind the creepy mask and weirdly on the nose stage name, Puppeteer was truly trying to help them.
They should’ve known better.
The team was allowed backstage to talk privately, away from any stragglers in the audience, which is where Nya saw the puppet hanging from a giant cross brace on stage left. “It” looked even more like her brother up close, even having a chip in “its” “skin” over “its” eye to match Kai’s scar.
Puppeteer called it attention to detail.
Nya calls it sick degeneracy.
While the others talked, Nya’s gaze was kept firmly on the puppet, something about “it” seeming just… too uncanny for her liking.
And that’s when she noticed it.
A detail so small, so perfect, that not even Puppeteer’s alleged “attention to detail” could catch.
A scar. One small, tiny scar ok the puppet’s foot.
A scar on Kai that only he and Nya knew about. One he’d gotten from a minor blacksmithing accident when they were kids.
That’s when it all clicked.
The puppet didn’t just look like Kai…
It was Kai.
All this time he was gone, he was really here, with some traveling show, stuck as the main attraction: a puppet!
Nya couldn’t imagine how long her brother’s been stuck like this. Could he even think anymore? Was he aware of his surroundings? What exactly is the extent of what this monster’s done to him?
Which is why she and the others are currently outside of the carriage they followed Puppeteer to.
They know where Kai is now. They just need to get him back and hopefully reverse whatever magic’s been done to him.
“Zane.” Nya whispers, “Do you hear anyone inside?”
“I do not hear nor sense anyone is currently in the main entrance. We are free to enter.” Zane replies.
Without another thought to the matter, Nya hastily finished picking the lock and quietly sprints into the main room, which appears to be a small auditorium of some kind.
“Kai’s probably somewhere back there!” Lloyd exclaims, frantically gesturing to the stage.
Jay turns around to look at Lloyd annoyedly “Oh, really? This crazed puppet guy who turned Kai into some sideshow puppet wouldn’t just keep his star attraction out on the open?? WHAT A SUR- mrf-!”
Cole covers his friend’s mouth.
“Shut up! Do you want to find out what happens if we’re caught??” He questions.
Jay shakes his head, still glaring at Cole.
“Well then cram it, Zaptrap. This could be our one shot to get Kai back.”
Cole lets go of the motormouth, with a light shove for good measure.
“Stop messing around, guys.” Lloyd comments as he makes his way behind the curtains.
“But they were not, they simply-“ Zane tries to say but is cut off by Cole’s hand on his shoulder.
“Greenie’s just worried, Frosty. Let’s not focus on the semantics.”
Zane nods before he and the rest of the team follow Lloyd backstage, where, much to their dismay, Kai isn’t.
But that’s when they hear it.
Exuding from a seemingly unimportant door, comes music. Older music, sure, but music nonetheless.
Lloyd looks amongst his team before drawing his sword, the others doing the same with their respective weapons, all understanding they may be in for the fight of their lives.
With a deep breath, Lloyd opens the door to reveal…
A corridor.
A long, dark, creepy corridor.
Lloyd motions for the others to follow him, the only lights in their path being the glow of Zane’s eyes.
Nya hates to admit it, but the whole thing is makes her skin crawl. Has this carriage really been Kai’s whole world for a year?
It must’ve been hell…
The music grows louder.
A few doors down, Zane halts the group, pointing to the door they’re currently in front of.
“Here is where the music is coming from.” Zane states.
“Then what are we waiting for??” Nya impatiently asks, “Let’s go get my brother!”
“Perhaps we should think of a plan before we jump to any-“
Zane’s words fall on deaf ears as Nya and Lloyd bust open the door, trident and sword ready to maim Puppeteer at a moment’s notice.
But that isn’t what they come across when inside.
No, instead of anger, the sight makes their hearts simultaneously drop and pound in their chests. The siblings’ grips on their weapons loosing as their eyes widen in shock, tears pricking at their eyes.
Why?
Because in the door, dancing almost hauntingly perfectly, is Kai.
Not a puppet, nor made of a wood, just… Kai.
He’s in a black dance uniform with his hair slicked down, but he’s still Kai!
“Kai!” Nya exclaims, “We- We’re here! We’re gonna bring you home!”
The master of water’s hear pounds in anticipation of her brother’s response…
But none comes.
“Kai..?” Lloyd asks, “You- you do know who we are, right?”
Nya’s heart practically stops at Lloyd’s insinuation. She hadn’t considered the idea of brainwashing. Puppeteer could’ve convinced Kai of anything he wanted if that was the case…
Maybe even something like forgetting his family.
“Hairgel, this isn’t the time to be ignoring us.” Cole steps into the room, “You need to stop dancing.”
Kai makes a leap across the room…
Still no response.
“Ugh! This is IMPOSSIBLE!” Jay groans, “We’re not gonna get Kai back because he’s probably been BRAINWASHED into thinking this is ok and that- OW!”
Cole smacks the back of Jay’s head.
“Motormouth, he’s been stuck here for a year! Maybe think about that before talking!
Jay rubs his head, but shuts up.
“Kai… please, answer us.” Nya pleads, “We’re going to rescue you! You don’t have to be here anymore! Not- Not with that monster!”
Kai halts his dance, side-eyeing his sister.
The ninja hold their breaths.
Kai silently walks over to the record player, where the music was evidently coming from, and turns it of.
“And what makes you think I want to leave?” He asks monotonously.
“What?” Nya gasps, “B-Because you were kidnapped! We’ve been looking-“
“If you were looking, you would’ve found me earlier.” Kai accuses.
“Realistically, given that you were constantly changing locations, no, we could not have.” Zane rebuts.
“Heh- oh yeah? Then I’m sure you all immediately realized who I was onstage then, right?”
The group falls silent…
Nya wants to say something, but even she didn’t realize until seeing Kai up close.
“That’s what I thought. Just do us all a favor and forget I’m here, I’m not interested in rejoining you all.”
“But- Kai-“ Lloyd chokes out.
“Don’t ‘but Kai’ me! You all abandoned me!” Kai shouts, tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes.
“We were looking! We haven’t stopped this whole time!”
“Then why didn’t you find me?! It’s not like I was in the same village I disappeared in for *days* after Puppeteer took me in!”
“We- we checked the whole village! People saw you run off… but not where to.”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Where’s your uniform?” Jay asks without thinking, “You’re kinda gonna need it for-“
“Don’t you get it?!” Kai snaps back, “*This* is my uniform now.”
“You’re not a dancer, Kai.” Cole adds.
“You’re absolutely right.” Kai responds, leaving the others at a loss for words.
Not a dancer? But that’s what he’s been doing, is it not? If not a dancer, then what-
“I’m Puppeteer’s doll now.”
“…What?!” Nya demands, anger rising in her voice.
“Did I stutter?? I said-”
“We heard you.” Lloyd interjects, “But this isn’t you! You- you’re a ninja, Kai! You’re not some- some doll!”
“Last I checked, I get a say in what I am, and I’ve gotta say: being a doll for Puppeteer is better than being a ninja for you any day! So leave me alone and stop acting like we’re still family!”
A silence befalls the ninja.
Lloyd’s sword drops.
Nya has to catch her brother, who almost collapses in shock.
“The hell, Kai?!”
“Hestia.”
“What-“
“I don’t really use ‘Kai’ anymore.” He states, shockingly unresponsive to his little brother’s plight.
“But that’s your name!” Nya shouts back, “You’re Kai! Kai Smith! Master of Fire! Red Ninja! Our brother!”
“Well, it’s too bad you threw away all of those things when you decided to stop looking for me! Puppeteer warned me you’d try to lie like this, and I’m not fucking having it, ok?! I’m not Kai, I’m not your brother, and I’m absolutely NOT a ninja! Ok?!”
Nya grits her teeth, eyes narrowing at her brother.
“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO YOURSELF! YOU’VE BEEN BRAINWASHED, KAI! LET US HELP YOU!”
“Well I-”
“𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓇? Is everything alright?” A voice comes from the doorway.
The ninja all snap their heads to face Puppeteer, mask and voice has chipper as before.
Nya hands Lloyd off to Zane.
“Everything is NOT alright you SON OF A-“
As Nya draws her sword to attack, a wall of fire separates her from Puppeteer.
“H-Huh?” She looks at back to brother, flames licking his frame as his arms are outstretched.
“Don’t hurt him. He’s more my family than you were.” Kai glares.
Nya would be lying if she said that didn’t sting.
“And no, Puppeteer, they were just watching me practice our new routine and were about to leave.” he continues.
“Like hell we-“
“Please, escort them out.”
“Kai… we’re not going to leave-“ Lloyd tries to say, but is cut off.
“Out. Now.”
Nya’s grip on her trident tightens as her whole body tenses.
She- she can’t leave her brother. She just- she can’t! He’s so clearly been brainwashed by this lunatic that he- he-
“AUGH!” Nya shouts, all of her pain and frustration unable to be put into words.
“𝒪𝒽 𝓂𝓎, you are quite the 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎 one, aren’t you?” Puppeteer comments.
“Cram it, asshole! You’re nothing more than a fucking monster!”
Puppeteer falls silent for a moment.
“𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓇, might I..?”
“Don’t, it’ll just convince them more I’m somehow suffering here. Just… get them out some other way.”
“Ah, 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒.” Puppeteer comments, looking around at the ninja before speaking once more, this time in some kind of… unknown language.
Nya conjures a torrent of water, channeling all of her rage, all of her fury, and all of her pain into one singular blast of water, and once it’s fired…
It slices a tree clean in half.
…A tree? But they were all just-
Looking around, Nya and the others notice how they’re no longer in the carriage, but, rather, about a few yards away from it outside.
…What?
Before anyone can properly react, the sound of clopping hooves and turning wheels echos throughout the thin forest.
The carriage- it’s leaving.
No- not now, not today, LIKE FUCKING HELL THEY’RE TAKING HER BROTHER AWAY AGAIN!
And so, Nya runs.
For how long? She couldn’t tell you.
But by the end of it, the carriage is at least half a mile away and the sun is peeking up over the horizon.
She falls to the ground, legs too exhausted to carry her anymore.
She isn’t sure when she falls asleep, but she wakes back in bed to Misako holding a cold washcloth onto her forehead.
Misako says something Nya doesn’t understand.
But she doesn’t care.
She’d care if her brother were around.
But he isn’t.
She failed.
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hmmm…no but I do like where reader is from Marley and during the invasion, reader gets kidnapped by Erwin and his comrades torture her… the rest is yours.. 😩
yeah... an OCT 2022 request... haha... sorry i... i didn't mean that...
THE WORST KIND OF NOTHING
ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N
SUMMARY: You were the only one they managed to seize out of Zeke's underlings, and oh; how impressed the Commander was at your unwavering resolve. How great it'd be for him to have you—a potentially unbreakable tool—at his very disposal. AO3 | FANFICTION
WORDS: 1k
TAGS: manipulation, psywar, violence, character study, & colossal titan!erwin because yeah armin is alive somewhere somehow but my sweet boy still had intact arms. let the regeneration quirk go to the one who needed it the most.
inspired by none other than kishibe d old fart from chainsaw man
The crickets were chirping quite loudly, peaking nighttime cold. The birds, on the other hand, seem on a mission in heightening the sunshine. The reason why they overlap was something you’re not entirely sure until a glimpse of a huge blonde man towering above you snapped it all out. As if a camera lens adjusted to be of use, the blur slowly dissipated. The first thing uncovered was his face looking down at you, so unamused and bored beyond repair amidst the searing glare towards his prey—just as if the prey in question was just a measly bird, not an injured being who feels like seconds away from dying.
He motioned to get back to work upon noticing your efforts in gaining consciousness, removed his green cloak which revealed a tight sleek black undersuit and a metal breastplate that lives to its job in shaping his body to further brawn, then—much to your surprise—he wrapped it around your shoulders.
The very uncanny gesture reverberated the tingling red alarm as you remembered that: this menacing man is the one in command, the one who ordered for you to be in this chamber—tied up and forced to speak for days god knows how long.
“This wouldn’t be long,” his face closing the proximity as he dabbed an ice-cold cloth towards your punched cheek. “Hold it.” The order made you realize that you’re not tied up anymore.
Momentarily following the command, you examined the surrounding cell—old, moist, and reeking of rusty iron. You then gauged whether you could fight, perhaps manhandle him.
It was until he let out a flat announcement, “Choose your battles wisely this time around; one slice of my finger and you’ll get smashed to death, burnt.”
It didn’t take long for you to realize that you are, in fact, doomed.
Not only is he to be followed by the underlings who grudgingly ruined you for being the only captured enemy, but he is also the highest in command—the hell of a Commander in a land where devils reside, and the greatest card to be pulled out as he’s none other than the Colossal titan.
To avoid further slip of disorientation, you examined your body next. The blemishes on your feet had been already addressed. You felt your stomach—one that was kicked badly when you were captured—wrapped in gauze underneath your clothes. You caressed it to be sure, then shot him a bad glare thereafter.
“I had my subordinate help me with matters concerning your bare body.”
What type of help? you hissed inside your mind. Your uniform had long lost its buttons; it’s not even tied properly anymore. Maybe that was why the night breeze and fuzzy sunshine overlapped in your dreaming mind; your body’s been fighting your injuries for its life and yet the whole chamber was reeking cold.
“I made sure your major wounds were attended to for all the time you were unconscious. Are you feeling quite better now?”
Further questions ensued—just… why?
Why, indeed? or the blonde silently concurred by raising his brows as he noticed your confusion.
It’s because he was impressed. It was reported that none of his comrades heard your voice for weeks they attempted so—not by their provocations, not by brute force, not even when the urban legend Ackerman held onto your collar with gritting teeth, asking you where Eren Yeager was.
“Just so you know, during the moments you were unconscious, we managed to seize Eren. Don’t you think your resistance is futile now? Your plans are beyond ruined.”
Not that you’re unwilling to retort, but your throat is too hoarse to even utter a word. You cleared your throat and when he noticed that, he stood up again and walked towards the counter. The smell of tea kind of replaced the reeking rust. He poured on two cups, gave you one, then casually sipped on the other to remark that it wasn’t in any way poisoned.
Finally, you let out a raspy chuckle—perhaps a cynical one. You were fucking thirsty. If you’re gonna die, at least you would be tasting a delicacy from this reputable land of the devils.
He continued addressing your wounds thereafter, “One team had planned to trap the Colossal at the port so it’d transform as Eren announces the war. You, on the other hand, were specifically tasked to lure the Recal Corps towards Liberio so that they’d be forced to assist Eren when he finally shows up all bare and at risk at the enemy’s territory.” With that, he went to dab the cotton at the bruise on your forehead, making your face nearer as he established another point, “And for some reason, despite the intricacies of the plan, you’re the only one who was captured. I wonder why.”
He knew.
You finally fleshed out the gesture of care toward your wounds. “This is planned, isn’t it? The aftercare of this torture—the highest in command talking to me with cotton of disinfectants. It’s all planned.”
Much to your surprise, you caught a glimpse of amusement on his face; either he was trying to commend your sharpness or he was satisfied that he finally managed to hear your voice.
“If you’re thinking you could make me speak through this, then—”
“Then why not? You have nothing left on you. Nothing but a measly prisoner of war offered as collateral for moments to come. See,” much to your disdain, the Commander established the next point through a stern whisper, all the while remaining the distance, “you were used as bait. If you were to come back, considering that you’re just a newly appointed underling of Zeke, the next role you’ll have is to become a titan once he screams.”
How did he even manage to know that much?
“What—”
“You are, indeed, left with nothing. All you have left in your life is my generous offer,” he repeated, and the searing attempt to register his point so you’d give in jabbed your consciousness like a knife. The kind of nothing he speaks of is the worst one—way too worse than all the nothings you had encountered in that hell of a country.
You covered the faltering demoralization with a frown then urged him to continue. You know that much, after all, ever since you woke up. This can’t just be a measly arrangement of him playing hospital games with you; more of his subordinates could be bothered on this job if so.
“Eldia has always been full of beings that are bound to break, shredded apart, torn to pieces—even in front of their loved ones. That’s why I’ve always wanted to own things that wouldn’t break.”
“Things that wouldn’t break…” you slowly trailed, not quite getting the proposal at hand.
“Given that you were left behind by your comrades, no one’s gonna make use of you anymore. Think about it, I couldn’t be so generous anymore if you were to turn me down. The least that I could do by then is make you choose how you want to die.”
“Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want.”
He smiled a bit; finally, or so his face said. For all the weeks you were utterly defiant, he shattered a bit of a wall, enough to open a negotiation. “I’ll make use of you. Be a loyal wildcard that wouldn’t break for the Commander—just as you formerly wouldn’t with Zeke—and I shall offer you a decent disposition despite all the crimes you had done with my men.”
You were shocked beyond words. Nothing could prepare you for that. When confusion crept up your face, he just repeated the statement of horror, “You have nothing left after all; nothing but my generosity of taking you as my possession.”
The confusion had indeed dissipated to pure horror—the horror that you'll be under someone who could be way more perilous than the previous one, and the horror that he very much took his pleasure on.
After all, you’re left with nothing, nothing but him, nothing but to be his impressive toy in war that has great potential in staying intact.
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A Hamlet in the Sand
@mallpretzles Summer Word Challenge: Sand Castle
And thanks for the tag, friend! Last week's and this week's fic can also be found here.
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"Ooh! Thank you, Marcy! This is delicious!" David took a long sip of the fresh-squeezed lemonade that Marcy made earlier in the day.
"I'm so happy you like it, David! I'll be sure to pack some extra lemons for you boys before you head home!" She sat down in the blue Adirondack next to David.
Clint and Marcy invited Patrick and David to the lake house for the weekend. It has been a picture-perfect weekend; one David will be talking about for weeks to come. Between taking long walks by the lake with his husband, eating s'mores by the campfire, and taste-testing Marcy’s latest recipes, David honestly did not know which one he liked more.
Currently, he was lounging on the large back porch, sipping lemonade with his mother-in-law, enjoying the cool morning, and watching Clint and Patrick play in the sand. At least, that was what it looked like to David what they were doing.
"How long do you think they'll be out there?" David asked. He raised his white sunglasses up so that he could take a better look. From their vantage point, it was impossible to tell what his husband and father-in-law were constructing.
"Oh, until they are done, I guess. I remember the first summer we stayed here. Every morning, the first thing Patrick would do was check on the sand castles he made the day before. One afternoon Clint joined him, and they were out there until dark building an entire sand castle village! I’m sure I have pictures somewhere!” she laughed. “Have you seen what they are up to?"
David shook his head. "Nope. Apparently, I am forbidden to go down there until they are done."
"That's ridiculous! They've been down there for over three hours, and it's almost time for lunch. Come on. I'll bring them some lemonade as my ruse!"
As they walked closer, Patrick met them halfway. He greeted David with a peck on his cheek, careful not to get any sand on him. “Perfect timing! I was just going to get you to take a look. It’s not quite done yet, but there should be enough for you to tell what it is!” Patrick ran ahead as David and Marcy followed.
Clint was sitting on the small beach making the finishing touches that David could tell was a house. Patrick stood in front of what was a very elaborate little village.
Their little village.
David looked at his husband and tucked a small smile into his cheek. “What did you do?” he asked his husband. Although there were still some details that needed to be added, David could clearly tell what Patrick and his dad created was the main street of Schitt’s Creek. There was the Apothecary, Bob’s Garage, Twyla’s Cafe Tropical, the Town Hall, and the Rosebud Motel. It was at that moment he knew what Clint was working on. Their cottage.
“How did you- Patrick, this is truly beautiful.” Somehow, Patrick and Clint were able to capture the beauty of their little town in sand.
Patrick snuck up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around David’s waist and kissed his neck. “You like it, then?”
David nodded. “It truly is incredible. I love it.” Patrick lightly smacked David on his ass before he ran back to put those finishing touches on his main street.
It never ceases to amaze David how Patrick has this uncanny ability to make the ordinary extraordinary. By recreating their little town in sand, David is reminded, yet again, that they made the right decision to make their home in that little town.
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as an exe fan (derogatory) ive seen a bunch of people try to do “uncanny slightly fucked up looking sonic” designs and i just wanna say that eggy is better than like 90 percent of them. like thats still just sonic really but the artstyle and body language do so much to make him feel like a distinct fucked up little guy
TYSM!!!!!!!! i always worry about the sonic.exe comparison but im glad i could capture my own fucked up little guy in a unique/interesting way!!! it's always a relief to hear whenever someone likes my little guy
i have trouble seeing my Own art style so its always fun when people point out the art style as part of his funny weirdness :P his dinner plate eyes sure are distinct! thank you so much
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hi everyone. it appears i've caught a bad case of the very sick disease(TM). thus, here is why shunatsu/natsushu is canon to me and why you all should consider it. (and consider writing more fics for ao3. i can't pull everyone's weight alone, here.)
1) i haven't been able to find the story yet, but Voyage! The Cruise That Meets The Sea is right there. they could have picked anyone to be stranded on an island with switch during natsume's event. who did they pick? that's right, the frenchman with less survival instinct than he has tolerance for twitter users. also if cruise of encounters unbloomed isn't one of the fruitiest cards in the game then i don't know what is.
these are shu's hands. shu is taking a picture of him. he's taking it in PORTRAIT MODE. to CAPTURE THE BEAUTY. "oh wow what a pretty butterfly i must capture this butterfly next to you" THE BUTTERFLY IS NOT IN THAT FRAME DO NOT FOOL YOURSELF.
2) shinsekai. i don't think i need to explain myself but i will anyway. huge event, giant story, natsume knows shu well enough to make uncanny and terrible fakes of him (the smartest person in the room is able to either get a 100% or a 0%), the ending, the ending, the ending, THE ENDING, THE ENDING
3) this fucking card
everyone is offering their shoulder to him. all of his beloved and trusted nii-sans. and whose does he take, without hesitation and without him even offering? that's what i thought. look how comfy they look. i need to start fucking writing that natsushu café au i am going insane
4) this point is mentioned above but these two have a deep bond that goes seldom otherwise seen. even within the other eccentrics, very few get close to either of them besides one another, with the exception to their unit members (i'd say their relationship together actually matches, say, natsumugi for example. plus as far as i'm aware, not to throw shade, but shu hasn't pissed natsume off multiple times about dressing femininely to the point where natsume actually gut punched him really hard? i like natsumugi and all but, like, wow.)
5) sorry not sorry i'm dragging shinsekai into this again. did you see how shocked and overjoyed natsume was when shu called him by his name? when he finally said the word "natsume"? how he felt as though, because of shu, he was just as much a part of the old, odd family as anyone else? and how shu treats him as more of an equal than any other eccentric does????? and this is a display of that effort to do as such?????????????
6) both natsume 5* events so far have included shu in some way. and the event raison d'être happened alongside natsume's feature scout 2 banner. this evidence is paper thin, but i'm including it anyway because it drives me insane.
7) the way they look at each other here. i'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, but whatever.
8) i said so.
9) setting aside their history, their dynamic is still perfect. trickster silly insane but actually normal boyfriend x perfectionist no-nonsense normal but actually insane boyfriend? and they're very fond of each other in spite of (or because of) their differences? where they both have the capability of going full tsundere, but regardless are abnormally affectionate with one another? that's perfect. please give me an example of a better dynamic. i will wait here like Hachikō for you to return with one.
still not convinced? fine. you like shumika? consider, then, shunatsumika. you like natsumugi? consider shunatsumugi (and watch as shu and tsumugi get into a fistfight in bed). put your poly of choice all in a room with hidden cameras and witness yaoi take place before your very eyes. or you can be brave and do all four at once in the same ship. go nuts.
don't be shy. i'm the only person on the internet currently writing for them. all content is good content, and all consumers are appreciated deeply and welcome.
- 君達の世界、夏宗。
#enstars#ensemble stars#shunatsu#natsushu#enstars ship#enstars shipping#shipping#rarepair#ship propaganda#i will never shut up about them#ever
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