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I think we need something wholesome, dontcha think?
#super mario rpg#mallow#geno#gaz#smithy gang#Claymorton#mack#bowyer#I heard that title somewhere and thought it was hilarious
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The Debt Collector and the Sin Detector
This fic is inspired by @jfinb, specifically the hilarious dynamic they wrote between Reverend Bernice and Lisgoe. I had to write a fic where they met, so here it is!
Also, this might be one of my favourite fic titles I've come up with
ALSO also, this fic takes place in a world where Lisgoe finds out about Ross and Pauline doing stuff while he and Ross were talking, so it could be taken as a sequel to The Downgrade, but it wasn't intended as such
CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of sex, cheating, and alcohol consumption
When Lisgoe skulked into the local bar, he was fuming. Having to walk in the rain, when he didn't bring a coat, after finding out the guy he was maybe-or-maybe-not trying to get somewhere with went and had sex with his boss did not help his hypertension
What made it somewhat better was seeing, as he went to the bar and ordered a beer, the Reverend sat in the corner of the room with a large brandy in her hand
"Fucking hell!" Lisgoe laughed as he approached her, beer bottle in his hand "Reverend Bernice Woodall, downing a drink like a champ!"
"Who's this twat..." She muttered, glaring at Lisgoe "What do you want?"
"I thought drinking was against the rules of the Bible."
"And I thought being a nosy little bugger went against the rules of society."
This just amused Lisgoe further and he took the seat opposite Bernice. He looked at her for a few seconds, taking a swig of his beer
"Come here often?"
"Why are you talking to me like a horny teenager?"
"I'm asking you a fucking question!"
"Drink your drink."
As the man sneered and leaned his elbows on the table, Bernice studied him for a few seconds. For some reason, she felt as though she'd seen his face before - or at least heard that disgustingly sexy voice before
"You ever been to church, Pet?"
"Fuck no!" He laughed again "I have a brother that's a Reverend, but we don't speak. I collect people's debts, and the shite I've done would send me straight to Hell - if I believed in it."
That's when it finally clicked, there was only one man in Royston Vasey that acted this dickish
"Mr Lisgoe himself," Bernice sipped her brandy "never thought I'd see the day."
"Never thought I'd see a Reverend drinking a brandy, but I guess there's a first for everything."
"If you had to sit around listening to a bunch of boring sods whine about disappointing Sky Daddy, you'd be in here everyday. At least you can punch them in the face when they piss you off."
Lisgoe made a face of agreement and drank his drink again. He'd almost forgotten about the fiasco with Ross until Bernice asked:
"So, what brings you here?"
That instantly made him clam up, glaring at Bernice slightly
"Since when was this a fucking confession booth?"
"I'm asking you a fucking question!" Bernice imitated Lisgoe's previous statement, which got a withering look in response
"What would you do if you found out someone you were seeing was bumming their boss behind your back?" He snarled before holding up his bottle "I've earned every drop of this."
Of all the reasons, Bernice wasn't expecting Lisgoe to be caught in a love triangle. He didn't exactly seem like the type to be annoyed over something like that
"She sounds like a daft twat. You're a cunt, but you're not ugly. And to wrap her legs around her own boss? Sounds like a dirty slapper to me."
"I don't give a shite anymore. I mean, do I look bothered? Is my face bothered, Reverend?"
"Not at all."
As they sipped their drinks, a neutral silence fell over them. Lisgoe was the one to break it
"And it was a he, he slept with his female boss."
"You fucking what? You mean you're a bum muncher?"
That got a slightly put-off glare from Lisgoe
"First of all, I'm not munching any bums! Second of all, just because I was with a guy doesn't mean I'm gay - I like women too."
"So you're a... what do they say? Bipolar? By proxy?"
"... Bisexual?"
"That's the bastard!"
Lisgoe shrugged, downing a gulp of his beer and slamming the bottle down with a satified sigh
"I don't label it. Only two things matter: either the other person has to be fuckable or I have to be really, really, really bored."
"Just make sure you get the boss out of the way."
"Piss off!" Lisgoe snapped, not showing any signs of offence "It's his loss, I'm a fucking delight!"
"You seem to be 2 shits short of a toilet in my eyes."
"At least I'm not wasting away in a little booth listening to people complain all day."
Oddly enough, the casual back-and-forth made Lisgoe feel a little less uptight about the whole situation prior. It felt good to have another person that was just as much of a foul-mouthed dick as he was - even if she did look slightly rotten
"About that fella, ever thought about revenge?"
Lisgoe looked at her, left eye twitching in confusion
"Your ex fling had it off with his boss," she explained "what better way to show him up than taking someone home? Someone that'll get Royston Vasey talking."
"You think I should pimp myself out?"
"No, you silly goat! I'm saying you should cause a scandal. He's an attention whore, so do something that takes that away. Plus, it might light a fire under his backside."
Lisgoe considered the suggestion, looking around at the people inhabiting the bar. Nobody was that impressive. In fact, they were unspecial at best and repulsive at worst - so nothing had really changed there
"Everyone here looks one cough away from death. I don't mind someone a bit older, but not fucking decrepid!"
"With the way your love life's going, you can't afford to be picky."
"Rude bitch! I thought the Bible preached kindness and shite?"
"I'm a Reverend drinking a brandy at one in the morning, do you really think I'm worried about a big book?"
Once again, Lisgoe found himself puffing out a laugh. It was an odd feeling; it was nice, but in a way that felt different to Ross. Less intense, more casual
Bernice finished off her brandy and placed the glass on the table, she then drummed her nails against the wood as she waited for the pleasant buzz of alcohol to hit her system
"Want another one?"
"Nah, don't bother."
"You a lightweight then?"
Bernice looked at him like he was the daftest twat in Royston Vasey
"Do I look like a lightweight to you? Can a woman not refuse a drink from a stranger? I don't want you using my body as a sex doll - not when I'm unconcious anyway."
"Fucking hell, relax! I'm not that twisted and I'm definitely not that desperate." Lisgoe finished off his beer "I'm asking because, shockingly, I'm enjoying myself. It's like talking to someone's batty grandma."
"Batty grandma!" Bernice was taken aback and apalled by the comparison "Don't take fucking liberties, Mr Lisgoe."
"You can just call me 'Lisgoe', nevermind that 'Mr' shite... unless saying that turns you on or something."
"I have a right mind to buy another drink just to lob the glass at your fucking head!"
Lisgoe smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair. He had to admit, talking to Bernice seemed to do a fair bit of good to his mood. It was a strange feeling, he felt more drawn to the Reverend than any other stranger, but not in the same way he was drawn to Ross. To him, they were in a strange middle ground between acquaintances and partners
"Got something on your mind, Pet?"
That effectively snapped Lisgoe out of interally berating himself and he turned to Bernice with a shrug
"Just bored."
Bernice's lips formed into a sly smile. She didn't feel a connection to the man in front of her - well, not a romantic one at least - but she wasn't blind just yet. She may have had a mild astigmatism, but her sight was fine other than that. And what she was seeing got her juices flowing... in more ways than one!
And who was she to pass up the opportunity?
"How bored are you, Pet?"
At that point, Lisgoe realised her game. Despite thinking that Bernice looked slightly decaying, there was something about her that suggested a decent lay - plus, shagging a Reverend was on his bucket list
"Really, really, really fucking bored." He shrugged "And up for revenge. But I need some help with that."
"Nothing like a revenge shag, is there, Mr. Lisgoe?"
Lisgoe got up with a devilish grin
"Knew that turned you on, you perverted shite."
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Bernice was the first to emerge from her confessional booth, her knees slightly stiff as she walked out. She looked around for a bit before confirming nobody was there
Lisgoe then exited, zipping up his trousers and scowling at her
"Last time I checked, people don't bite when they suck dick."
"I didn't bite you, don't be a big baby!" Bernice snapped back "My teeth just grazed you."
"That wasn't grazing, Bernice, I have bitemarks on my dick!"
"Don't act like you don't like it rough, you're the exact type. Bet that boytoy of yours took chunks out of you."
"Yeah, I like to play with pain, but Ross never bit me on the tip of my cock."
"Well, Ross is currently balls-deep in another woman, so you'll have to save those fantasies for another night."
With a sneer, Lisgoe leaned his back against the confessional booth. To say the experience was pleasant would be unture, but... at least... no, it was just unpleasant. And it caused Lisgoe's mind to wander back to a few weeks ago. The memories weren't even sexual, they were just better than whatever the fuck just happened
"Now what?"
Bernice's voice, once again, effectively snapped him out of his own head
"I'm not fucking you again."
"Never said I wanted that."
A pause in the conversation
"You're a fucking terrible shag," Lisgoe said "but you're not bad to talk to. You're a battered old witch and I like that."
"Well, I like that you're a moody prick with a weird sense of humour."
"That's oddly nice coming from-"
"You also have a very nice moan."
"And you had to fucking ruin it!"
They both ended up laughing, a proper laugh that neither of them had shared before. The kind of laugh that felt satisfying in a strange way
The kind of laugh only friends share
A/N: This took longer to finish than I thought, mainly because I forgot I even wrote it. It's a little cursed and VERY silly, but it's also a favourite for that exact reason
#league of gentlemen#the league of gentlemen#tlog#joseph lisgoe#mr lisgoe#lisgoe#ross gaines#bernice woodall#reverend bernice#gainsgoe#gainesgoe
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I have no jokes for you this morning.
S2E06.
We start off with a group of Spartan-IIIs engaged in a simulation training exercise to board and take down a Covenant ship.
We find out that it's a training simulation because they get pulled out of the dumb VR zoom call technology from last season (y'all remember that? I barely did) and Kai tells them how they fucked up and that they need to be more like a swarm of bees when they're in space to not get shot.
Insanely, one of these trainees is apparently Perez.
We also get a ton of these in-helmet face shots I hate.
While Halsey and the Gang have been busy on Aleria, Spartan-III is.... proceeding with a bunch of adults who survived Reach.
Apparently.
I feel like anyone reading this post has been here long enough to understand my annoyance without my efforts to belabor the point. Maybe I'll get agitated enough to make a whole post out of it later.
But this also feels like the kind of thing a writer does when they've heavily foreshadowed something (the Kessler subplot, whatever the fuck was up with Ackerson having a dead sister clone) but want to make you think you didn't see it coming, so I am expecting we are not out of the child soldier woods yet.
You know how it is.
The children yearn for the child soldier woods.
Anyway, there's a ~thing~ with her and Kai where Kai clearly doesn't like her and Kai's like "I don't have a problem with you I have a problem with failure" while Perez is all YOU'RE JUST MAD YOU WEREN'T THERE AT REACH.
Anyway there's this fucking amazing line after Perez says she "knows what she signed up for."
Then, we cut to Parangosky and Twinkerson having a conversation about ONI (sorry, THE ONI), tea, stories, and empire because of course.
But actually, the point of the conversation is that Parangosky has heard someone snuck a ship through their security protocols and landed nearby, and also she has heard from a source that Halsey is probably alive.
And was seen traveling with a huge scarred man on a ship of the same description.
God dammit, roll the title sequence.
I've survived the first 10 minutes without needing to spit 30 images at you so you can understand my anguish, so maybe things are looking up.
Sort of.
For now.
God I need to fucking know how bad the Spartan-IIIs actually are because this is already so stupid.
Luckily, Halo show is going to leave that Jimmy Rings teaser alone for now. Hop over to Kai and Ackerson.
Kai has been using the VR zoom call software to make herself more miserable about how she wasn't at the battle of Reach by simming herself there, and Ackerson is calling her out on it. She believes her whole team is dead and she's having a very bad time.
She is not confident about the Spartan-III trainees. She says they're not Spartans.
Ackerson is like lol well that's your problem, they are Spartans...
10/10 #1 best boss of the year award.
OKAY NOW we get to go see Halsey and the gang, who are of course on Onyx.
Halsey casually does not explain her plan. Kwan wanders off into the woods and starts hallucinating the spooky woman again while Soren and Jimmy talk about how Onyx is a ~mysterious planet~ with ONI history or something, and how Laera and Soren want to go find/rescue Kessler.
Kessler is somewhere in that building, they think.
Security forces show up and they fight armorless Jimmy in the snow in a scene that Paramount Halo probably thinks looks cool but I just thought looked very silly.
Kwan follows her vision and jumps down a well, which we find out has weird Forerunner Stuff at the bottom and Halsey is already there.
Halsey apparently used to work here 20 years ago.
The funniest thing about the sequence is she credits meeting Kwan specifically for how Jimmy Rings stopped behaving "like a Spartan," which feels super un-earned because of how quickly season 1 separated these characters and how little they ultimately actually seemed to mean to one another. Kwan is about as bewildered as I am with it.
Then, we have THE MOST HILARIOUS SEQUENCE IN THE SHOW TO ME SO FAR.
Okay.
Setting the stage for you.
Lovingly fighting with how tumblr won't let me upload two videos in one post.
Remember this cutscene with me, how they show us the Arbiter's punishment, how it feels to watch that.
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Remember it? Love it? Good.
Here's what we get in Halo TV Show.
[EDIT: tumblr had its chance to host this but I think it thinks it's content matched, porn, or both. So. Youtube.]
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The prosecution is wheezing. The prosecution rests.
(And by that I mean I should probably go eat something besides bad tv show for breakfast.)
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My reactions, thoughts, and predictions that I had while reading Percy Jackson: The Titan's Curse. At least the ones I bothered to write down. Spoilers below the cut. Also, fair warning, this one is way longer than either of my previous reaction posts. I had a lot of thoughts.
EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5
I feel I should mention that the Percy Jackson books have objectively the best chapter titles
The mental image of Sally driving Percy and his friends to get their ass beat like it's just an after-school sports club is hilarious to me
Ooh, Thalia has hypnosis wind
So Thalia didn't age while she was in that tree? Because I remember she was much older than Annabeth at the time of her death, but now she, Annabeth and Percy are all the same age. Huh. Okay then.
NICO DI ANGELO!!! I've heard about you! You're gay! And he has a sister! Oh I am delighted and ready to love them!
Thalia insulting Grover's music taste.
ANNABETH IS TALLER THAN PERCY
Aww, Nico defending his sister.
OH SHIT, IS THORN A MANTICORE??!???!!
"They're not dolls! They're figurines!" Sure, sweetie.
CALLED IT
Bianca is great.
Oh my God, Nico, you beautiful nerd! XD
HUNTING HORN?!!?!!! SILVERY ARROWS?!!?!??? IS IT ARTEMIS?!!!! PLEASE TELL ME ITS ARTEMIS!!!!!
HOLY FUCK, ARTEMIS'S HUNTERS!!!!!!!
Zoë Nightshade is easily the most badass name I've ever heard in my life.
ARTEMIS!!!!!!!
Please tell me Annabeth is okay. I will not be okay until I know that she is
Oh my God, Nico! XD Also, chill, Percy, he's just a baby.
"Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down." Excuse me, what?!
Percy, leave Bianca be! Besides, you don't even know her! She can be a badass warrior hunter lady if she wants. What even are your hang-ups about Artemis's hunters? They saved your life.
Oh, wait, that's right. Camp Half-Blood needs more people to keep it protected. That's right.
Good for you, Bianca, but I can't say that I would ever leave my little brother to become an immortal virgin. No offense to them, but girl, your brother needs you. You may have a new family, but you're all he's got.
Oh, I love Artemis calling Apollo her annoying brother. Do we get to see them interact? I pray that we do.
Grover simping for Artemis is so valid.
Thalia thinking Apollo’s hot is so valid.
Apollo being an obnoxious kind-of hippy going through an anime phase is the greatest idea anyone has ever had. He's so stupid, I love him.
Apollo's comment about pretty girls turning into plants reminded me of the myth about the time where one of his boyfriends turned into a flower after he died. Hyacinthus. Because we cannot forget that Apollo is canonically bisexual. If Rick Riordan doesn't (at some point) acknowledge how gay ancient Greek mythology is, I'm going to riot.
Dating must be really weird at Camp Half-Blood. And between demi-gods in general, right? Because, technically speaking, they're all kind of related to each other. I guess it just works differently since the gods aren't human, so there's not the same case to be made about genetics and the potential for incest. Or maybe that only applies to kids who have the same god parent. Like how Percy sees Tyson as his brother. I’m wondering if the kids from other cabins feel the same way. Like, do kids from different cabins consider themselves siblings? Does Annabeth see the other kids from Athena’s cabin as her siblings? What does the dating scene even look like at Camp Half-Blood? Is it considered scandalous to date other members of your own cabin? Or do some people think it’s taboo or whatever to date other demigods in general? I don’t need sleep, I need answers!
Ohhh. Okay. So apparently Thalia has aged while she was in the tree, just very slowly. So if Percy is 14 and Thalia can pass as an 8th grader like him, and she should be somewhere between 12 and 19, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she's about 15 or 16.
Oh, hey, I was right. Thanks, Apollo.
Aww, poor Thalia. Lol. I was the exact same way when I drove for the first time. Literally had a panic attack on the spot, and I wasn't even controlling the Earth's temperature.
Yay, Tyson! I was worried we wouldn’t see him again until, like, the last book or something.
Aww, it’s so sweet that Tyson wants to see Annabeth. And it’s adorable how cool he thinks she is.
Wow, Luke really is an unbelievable bastard. Annabeth is smart, she was smart to question him, but when the rocks started to fall, her instincts drove her to protect Luke, because even though he’s an unbelievable bastard, Annabeth still can’t help but harbor positive feelings for her. For the longest time, he was family to her and she loved him, so of course those feelings are still there, even if she knows it’s illogical.
Wait. Annabeth is holding up the ceiling of a cave, which Percy acknowledges that she shouldn’t be able to do. So… is the cave ceiling actually the sky? Like how, in Greek mythology, the sky is held up by the titan Atlas? In the mythology, Heracles trades places with Atlas holding up the sky while Atlas helps Heracles complete one of his twelve labors, and when Atlas is about to leave, Heracles tricks Atlas into taking back the sky before bolting. Like how Luke tricked Annabeth into holding up the cave ceiling before leaving her alone to hold it by herself.
Okay, Grover, chill out with the stalking, bud.
I guess Grover and Annabeth take turns getting damsel-ed. Last book was Grover’s turn and this book is Annabeth’s turn.
Don’t worry, Percy, I forgot about that scarf too.
Okay, not liking how the Hunters are portrayed. Because when Artemis says to give up love, she only means romantic love, which is clearly not the only kind of love. Greek mythology practically invented the concept of differentiating and identifying different kinds of love. The Hunters should know that, but the way they act towards the other campers is really… I dunno, gross? They act like their way of life is the only way that matters, which is super fucked up coming from the people that follow Artemis.
“I wondered if there was any way I’d looked that ridiculous when I’d first arrived.” Percy, that was literally only two years ago, get off your high fucking horse. XD
Thalia static-shocking people when she’s annoyed is golden and I love her.
Oh, fuck.
OH, FUCK!
Oh, we love the prophecies… Yayyyy.
Okay, guessing time. Artemis is chained to a rock, which immediately made me think of Prometheus, the titan that gifted fire to humanity and was punished by Zeus to be chained to a rock and have an eagle eat his liver every day for eternity. But then the Oracle mentioned that one must withstand “The Titan’s Curse,” which could be another reference to Prometheus, but I don’t think so. Because in the myth, Heracles killed the eagle and freed Prometheus from his punishment, so I’m pretty sure it’s not that, but you never know. Then I remembered Annabeth and my prediction that she’s currently holding up the sky like the titan Atlas, and the Oracle said that “one must withstand.” Admittedly, my knowledge of Atlas and his mythos is shaky at best, and I don't remember him ever having a "curse", but I guess holding up the entire sky is about as "cursed" as it's possible to be. And the Oracle saying that “one must withstand” makes me think that something happened to Atlas, so now someone needs to hold the sky in his place or else the sky will collapse to the earth and the world will end, or something like that. So that’s my prediction, that someone will need to hold up the sky in Atlas’s place for the rest of, well, forever. I don’t have a guess as to who it could be, though.
Also, someone is apparently going to die. And be killed by their god parent. Awesome… Super looking forward to that inevitable heartbreak… I hope it’s not either of the di Angelo kids, but they’re both new characters, and I know Nico becomes more important later (purely by accident and through pop culture osmosis), and since I had no idea that Biance even existed until I started reading this book, I am terrified that that means Bianca is going to die. I pray that I am wrong.
Wow, Thalia is petty and I’m kind of living for it.
I love that the Stoll brothers are basically Greek Fred and George Weasley.
Wow, Zoë’s kind of a bitch. She won’t travel with Percy because he’s a boy, and apparently Grover doesn’t count as a boy because he’s a satyr. Super fucked up.
You know, Artemis did have male Hunters. It didn’t happen often in the mythology, but there was a pretty famous male Hunter of Artemis named Hippolytus. The thing about Artemis’s Hunters isn’t that men weren’t allowed to be Hunters, it’s just that men typically didn’t choose to be Hunters, because one of the reasons why Artemis’s Hunters joined her in the first place is because Artemis protected the women in her care from the sexist constraints placed on them by Greek society at the time. The reason why men didn’t typically become Hunters is because they didn’t need the same kind of protection and escape from Greek society that women did. And Artemis didn’t hate men on principal, she hated the fact that men were the ones who used their positions of power to discriminate against and abuse the women in their society.
Aww. Grover’s such a sweetheart.
I love Sally.
Percy has so many damn Dreams™ and nightmares I have to wonder if this kid ever sleeps.
Apparently Percy knows the names of the pegasi, which is adorable to me. And this one is apparently Blackjack, which is a great name for a horse.
Aww, I want a baby serpent cow.
Aww, Nico. He's precious and I love him. Protect this child at all costs
Oh, I know about Ariadne. Theseus ditched her on an island after she helped him navigate the labyrinth and kill the minotaur. That's how she met Dionysus. I'm pretty sure they got married not too long after.
Aww, Dionysus and Ariadne are still married. That'd be kind of sweet if Dionysus wasn't such an asshole.
Yup, I know about Medea too.
Did they really just give Dionysus the Snape treatment? He hates all heroes on principle because one of them was cruel to his wife? He thinks he’s justified in harassing children because they’re training to be heroes, and he thinks that all heroes suck? Wow, dude. Get a life.
Oh, cool, Bianca’s forgetting things now. Nothing sketchy or sinister about that, I’m sure.
Is the General the titan Atlas? If my earlier theory was right, then he's gotta be.
Excuse me, teeth?! Plant them?!
Oh, wait! I think I know what that’s talking about. In Jason’s myth, he had to yoke a field with the teeth of (if memory serves) fire-breathing oxen. I don’t remember what planting the teeth did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t anything good.
HAH! Saber-toothed tiger kitties popped out
The General talks about mortals the same way I talk about fanfiction and anime
OH FUCK THE NEMEAN LION
“Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.” Truth.
Wait… what’s going on with Bianca? There’s something fucky going on with her memory.
“‘Bianca,’ Zoë said. ‘How long ago…’ Her voice faltered.” FOR FUCK’S SAKE, RICK!
Ain’t no way this friendly homeless guy isn’t some kind of hell monster.
Oh. I stand corrected. Not a hell monster. Probably a god. The gods love disguising themselves as old people to test mortals
The Mountain of Despair. Sounds fun. I wonder if this is the mountain Prometheus was chained to, since it’s powered by titan magic and all that.
Ladon… I know that name. I recognize that, but I can’t for the life of me remember his myth or anything about him.
*in reference to one of Percy's dreams* Oh, wait. Is this Jason and Medea?
Oh, nope. It was Zoë. I figured she had some kind of bad break with a boyfriend or something, but I dismissed it at first because I figured she was too young. But I guess if she was around during ancient Greek times, that sort of thing doesn’t matter.
Oh, hey! I once visited Cloudcroft, New Mexico! It was a nice little place.
“I was never very comfortable talking one-on-one with girls anyway…” Okay, Percy, you and I both know that is a lie. Annabeth is, like, your best friend.
"'Bianca,' I said. 'That hotel you stayed at. Was it possibly called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?'" Oh no.
Seventy years?!
Oh, fuck.
99% sure Aphrodite is the one in the car.
WAIT, HOLD UP! IF BIANCA AND NICO WERE BORN MORE THAN 70 YEARS AGO, THAT MEANS THEY WERE BORN BEFORE THE BIG 3'S OATH, RIGHT?! SO DOES THAT MEAN MY THEORY ABOUT HADES BEING THEIR GOD PARENT IS RIGHT?!?!??!! OHHHHHHH, SHIIIIIITTTTT
"When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Aphrodite is the patron goddess of shippers.
What the hell, Aphrodite, chill, lady.
"You act like it was real." Percy, this is Greek mythology. Every single star/constellation was either a person or an animal before this whole mess.
"It... it was for Nico. It was the only statue he didn't have." OH MY GOD!! ToT
"If anything happens, give that to Nico. Tell him... tell him I'm sorry." WHY??!!?!?? LITERALLY DON'T!!!!!
"Here we were in the desert. And Bianca di Angelo was gone." WHAT THE FUCK?!!??!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!???!!??
No, but please tell me she's not dead. The prophecy just said "lost", not dead. And there's no body, so she could still be alive. Rick hasn't killed anybody yet, Bianca cannot be the first. I refuse.
The Hesperides! That's why Ladon sounded so familiar! He was the dragon!
"'But--' Gurgle, gurgle, the naiad spoke in my mind." RICK!!!!!! FINISH YOUR GODDAMN SCENES FOR ONCE!!!!! THIS IS THE KIND OF STRESS AND ANTICIPATION THAT MAKES PEOPLE LOSE HAIR!!!!
I like that Grover, Percy and Thalia actually listened to Annabeth ramble about her special interest enough that they can just recall random facts like that. It's an adorable little friendship detail, but also fucking sad. I miss Annabeth.
Hah. "Dam". Let these kids swear. They deserve it.
"'Nah,' I said. 'Not that high.'" Aww, Percy's a good friend.
Hah. Statue fucking.
Oh no! Is Bessie the monster! No! But she's so cute!
PLEASE DON'T KILL THE BABY COW SNAKE
"'This is Atlas's mountain,' Zoë said." LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO
"'Yes,' Zoë said bleakly. 'Atlas is my father.'" THE GAME JUST FUCKING CHANGED
*after finishing chapter 18* ......... Fuck, man.
Wait, why isn't Hades a part of the Twelve Olympians? And why haven't we heard any mention of Demeter's demigod children? I can't remember the last time the Demeter Cabin was even mentioned, if it ever was.
Well, I guess Thalia joining the Hunters is a pretty roundabout way to have the prophecy be about Percy.
"But I will be watching, Percy Jackson. I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter." Well, then you're gonna hate what happens later.
Aww. Percy and Annabeth have matching battle scars. Sort of. Still sweet.
Oh, no, Nico.... Baby.....
"It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead." OH FUCKING SHIT
"A son of Hades." OH FUCKING SHIT
HOLY SHIT, PAN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT
#pjo#pjo the titan's curse#the titan's curse#percy jackson spoilers#pjo spoilers#percy jackson and the titan's curse#percy jackson#nico di angelo#pjo thalia#bianca di angelo#zoe nightshade#grover underwood#annabeth chase#percy jackson the titan's curse
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I was Enchanted To Me You ~ / Once Upon A Time AU
Mia & Nikolai ✉️🍂- Snow White & Prince Charming ⚔️👑 but with a twist to the tall
Setting: Flashback to the Enchanted Forest
Title inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Short fic - Blurb
Summary: What if Prince Charming, Nikolai, was actually a thief on the run from his evil step family and stole the ring of Snow White, Amelia, resulting in them meeting unexpectedly?
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It was colder than you could ever imagine. The woods were lower, trees were tall, rivers were flowing nicely and the morning was brightly painted darker green. Some trees were knock over the road, turning into stumps and sirens were racing across the path.
The royal carriage came to a point, stopping by the logs as close up near one of trees stood a man red leather and a larger made hat grinning. Once the carriage arrives, a women in a cherished red corset and long skirt stepped out as you could hear a man yelling from inside to return back to her seat but she refused to listen.
“Your majesty, it was chopped down.” Said the ride of the horse, “You should return back to your carriage or let us figure out another way.”
“No it’s fine, I’ll look.” She told them, turning around.
That was when the carriage was attack, as the man dropped down from the tree, snatching the bag with the ring and raced off. The women gasps, watching the man go as she ran after him attacking him to the ground. He didn’t notice she was running after him from the horse.
They tackled one another, as he hover over her huffing and puffing. She looked up at him, titled her head seeing his hoodie fall off his forehead and hanging off his ear. She ended up with a cut on her left cheek.
“D-do i know you from somewhere?”
“Possibly princess.”
“I-”
“Gotcha, go!”
He leaped off the ground, grabbing her horse with a smirk and jumped onto the trusty steed.
She stood up, ruffing dirt of her skirt and touched her cheek huffing.
“Wherever you are, i will find you!” She yelled, looking at her naked hand that held a smudge of blood from her chin.
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3 days later…
The man was walking out his small cabin home in the woods, with supplies and his trusted sliver dollar fedora played on his head. Everything was fine until, he was lifted off his feet and captured in a net. He gasp and groaned, fighting to out of there trying wipe out his daggers to cut the darn thing.
That’s when he heard soft chuckles approaching the net he was trapped in. He turned his head to see the women from before, this time wearing pants and a coat instead of the skirt holding a sword.
“Damn. For a thief, your should watch where your going.” She said, with a soft grin.
He glared at her, ruffing into the net searching for his dagger and pointed out, “Hilarious. What are you doing here?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said I would find you. And I did.”
“Is this only way you find a man, princess? By entrapping him?”
“It’s the only way to catch thief and bandits like yourself. No offense, sweetheart.”
He grinned and slyly scoffed, “Aren’t you a real darling princess? Sadly, I’m not buying your whole act.”
“I have a name, you know?” She replies with a light smile, “And for your information, I’m just curious here…you believe it’s an act?”
“First off, i don’t care. Darlingly princess surprisingly suits you. And two, the way you acted just now, it’s not a normal way for royalty. Now, can you be a dear and cut me down, princess?!”
Amelia crossed her arms, confused on what he meant by ‘not a normal way for royalty’ and ‘not buying your whole act’ but tried not to think about it too much. She thought she was getting better at this whole princess thing…
She looked back at the man with a little smile, “Oh, I’ll release you, when you return the bag you stole with my jewelry in it.”
“You don’t seem like the jewelry type. I noticed.” He replied with a grin, shrugged.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you insulting me, princey?”
“Oh your right, how dare I insult a princess? Or should I even bother to call you that, darling?”
He loved seeing her getting all bother and annoyed, even if they just met. Something about like her was enough to be enchanted by the way she met out of her way to capture her, to the way she was trying to act all righteous about this whole thing. He has seen royals beforehand and she wasn’t one of them.
But that’s what made him intrigued by her.
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That’s what i got! Tell me what ya think 💭
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thought i’d make an “ongoing projects list” for the few who are gonna go to my profile and read this so here is the december 11 2023 deer fanfic status report, ordered from highest priority to lowest priority, where for once i actually go into detail about the wip projects of mine
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first on our list is a fanfic i started on saturday night, ‘The Ferryman’. it’s a short oneshot focusing on Eiki, Komachi, and their boss/worker dynamic and also what their life actually is like over in higan. the premise is just eiki joining komachi on break to go skip stones and talk and they eventually just start talking about how they actually view the other, friendship development heartfelt moment etc etc (it is NOT yuri. i would NEVER write about women falling in love)
it’s the first in a series of unconnected oneshots where i write about characters i’ve never studied before (credits to riguren for the idea). it’s not gonna have much going on and all of the works in the series will probably be really light hearted. i’m most likely doing Satori next since the one time i’ve written her seriously she was just Grumpy because i haven’t studied her before. anyways this oneshot series is going to contain zero romance because i want to explore more non-romantic relationships but dw more homosexuality coming soon
ferryman is currently 1,022 words
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second in my priority list is a fic I started all the way back in late July. this one is OLD old. the title is, i shit you not,
‘You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?’
it fits in the ao3 title character limit. i’ve checked. the title has literally no connection to the story itself. it’s a line from Eminem - Stan. i’ll get to how i came up with it later.
so the actual premise is flandre is bored so sakuya takes her on a night walk, then the two creeps meet the grassroots trio (wakasagihime, sekibanki, and kagerou if yall dk) and it’s basically just flandre having no social skills and the grassroots being absolutely terrified of these two widely known and feared people in gensokyo who are actually much politer than they ever could have expected. it also contains a yukkuri joke that i am considering writing out because it didn’t land well
as for how i got to the name, here is a message i sent to my friend on discord three days after starting it:
so my thought process was basically:
“ok well maybe call it night walk”
“nah too boring. maybe something that describes a specific aspect?”
“oh I could call it ‘in the air of the night’ which is some phrase I heard somewhere”
“hey where did I hear that phrase”
“oh yeah an Eminem lyric”
“Fuck it. Title it the original Eminem lyric.”
hilarious yes i know. in the air of the night is currently 2,488 words (I ONLY PICKED IT BACK UP RECENTLY FORGIVE ME)
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third up is that elusive “Experimental Oneshot” i’ve been talking about in my notes for the past two months. it is called “They Beat The Shit Out of Each Other at The End” for obvious reasons. it’s basically just a crackship except they’re friends instead of lovers
so our first protagonist is reimu. she’s really lonely and sad so she gets even more lonely and sad and also way too drunk and lies on her front porch all night crying because what else do you do
our second protagonist is cirno. she’s walking through the forest at like 2am alone because she wants to challenge reimu to a rematch. and also because she’s a dumbass
the two meet and through cirno’s stubbornness and reimu’s drunkenness the two are locked in a stalemate on reimu’s front porch which eventually leads to actual conversation and before you know it they’re actually starting to enjoy each other’s company
eventually day breaks and cirno still wants that fight so it happens and the entire second half of the fic, the fight, is just a really long “hmm rumia ex? what if there was cirno ex where she was just ice goku” joke and she kind of kicks reimu’s shit in. it’s gonna be great and she is not going to respect spell card rules at all
currently 2,778 words
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numba four is uhh. actually this one is probably above the night walk one so consider it second place it’s modern technology chapter 4. sanae and reimu and marisa play a game of monopoly together and get really fucking mad. that’s the entire premise. only 701 words so far i know that is nothing but i have NOT been on my a game lately. gonna be peak though i swear it
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and that is all, actually! i also have many unstarted ideas, i might do a sequel to this post tomorrow where i talk about those
thank you for reading (no tags this one is only 4 my loyal followers)
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Do you think Ashley will be mentioned or at least coming in future RE games? if so what do you think her role might be? I heard alot of fans wanting re6 remake and replacing Helena with Ashley????? what are your thoughts on that??
off topic but I js wanted to say that I absolutely love your analysis on everything it's so accurate and lovely 🫶🏻🫶🏻💕
RE fans are so fucking stupid oh my god LMAO Capcom isn't going to delete and overwrite a playable protagonist, jfc. And Helena didn't do anything wrong to deserve getting punished like that. Jackasses.
I've talked about this a little bit before, but I don't see them bringing Ashley back in the OG timeline. I really just don't. I think the only way we get her back is if the Remake games become their own offshoot series.
And the reason why I say that is because she's not going to get brought back without Leon, and Leon has maybe one more mainline title in him before Capcom's going to be forced to retire his character due to his age. He's canonically turning 46 this year, so if he's not in RE9 (which will likely put him around 47-49), his story will have to end in RE10, because there's no way they're keeping him going past age 55.
And to bring Ashley back this late in the game seems absolutely ludicrous. They'd have to find some way to explain where the fuck she's been and what the fuck she's been doing for over twenty years. And that's absurd, even by RE standards.
I mean. I guess it's not impossible. Rebecca was absent for 16 in-universe years, but. She's also Rebecca. It's way easier to bring someone like her back and handwave it away that she's already met and known the other protagonists that she's never shared a game with, simply by virtue of her being a Raccoon City survivor and being connected to everyone through Chris and Jill. Ashley doesn't have that. She only knows Leon and has absolutely no reason to ever meet anyone else.
I feel like the only way we see Ashley return in the OG timeline is if Capcom pulls the rug out from under fucking everyone and makes her Leon's happily ever after at the zero hour. Like, he finally hangs up his gun and retires and Ashley is the home he returns to. AND THAT'S NEVER GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN LOL (but dear god could you imagine how incredibly hilarious it'd be if it did??? the fandom would never recover)
She might get a mention. Sure. I was shocked to see her mentioned in Infinite Darkness, so now I won't be shocked if she gets another mention somewhere -- maybe in a memo in a game or something. But... I really just think it's been too long to have her be a physical presence in the storyline anymore.
And I'd love to be wrong. Really, I would love to be wrong in this instance. Maybe the writers over at Capcom have an Aaron Rogers-tier Hail Mary up their sleeves to shock and awe me with and they could actually pull off a return for her.
But I really think our best bet is hoping for the Remake timeline theory to become reality.
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Our Empty Graves IV
Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood
Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)
Rating: Mature
Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone
Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.
Jason just wants to help him.
Chapter 4: sing to me (cause i can't hear myself)
Chapter Summary: Red Hood and Danny have a talk over soup
Chapter Notes: title from Sing to Me by MISSIO
Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 5
What the hell had he gotten himself into now?
Danny hadn’t laid on a couch in what felt like years. Graveyard benches, tree branches, and mausoleum roofs were very poor substitutes for cushions or mattresses. The couch was rank and decrepit and leaking stuffing all over the place and it felt heavenly. There was also a weirdly abundant supply of ectoplasm just floating around the place. Ancients he hoped that didn’t mean what he thought it meant. He better not have invaded another ghost’s Haunt. He did not want to deal with a territorial asshole trying to fight him off when he needed to heal. He was not leaving this couch for anything.
Warily he gathered up the ectoplasm telekinetically and wrapped it all around himself like a faintly glowing blanket, soaking it in with a small contented churr from his core. He still thought it was weird-all the animal like noises he could make. Noises that were instinctual and part of Core Speak, which was a lesser form of Ghost Speak. Ghost Speak itself was less about words and more about emotions and the vague intention of thoughts. Like when sounds and colors could convey a certain feeling or impression. He’d used a bit of it to talk to Red Hood even though Ghost Speak was something humans couldn’t understand or even perceive. It was an unconscious habit- Ghost Speak was the only way he could communicate with the other ghosts (not that they cared much for what he had to say most of the time) and he couldn’t even try to talk to anyone else usually.
It was nice that Red Hood still seemed to be able to understand him, it felt good to ‘talk’ with someone willing to play charades.
But, Ancients, what an embarrassing conversation. He’d been so delirious from being punch drunk and having blood loss. He was lucky he couldn’t talk because he couldn’t imagine what kind of filth he would’ve been spewing, waxing poetic about Red Hood’s juicy ass or something, if he could’ve. Just because it really was a juicy ass didn’t mean Red Hood had to know. Although, he probably already knew that. Man couldn’t walk around with that much cake and not know it. So, Red Hood didn’t have to know that Danny knew about and appreciated his ass. And thighs. And arms. And tits. Aaaand- he really needed to think about something else.
Red Hood being surprisingly hilarious? He called him Ghostbuster Reject and he didn’t even know Danny was a ghost. Not to mention all the names for Batman like Goth Furry Man and Mr. Dark and Stormy Night. He could tell that Red Hood was keeping back more of them too. He’d take any silly nickname Red wanted to give him if it meant he didn’t have to go by the stupid name he’d given himself.
Fetcher the Fetch. Red was right, it made him sound like Moon Moon. It would have to do though. He couldn’t spread the name Phantom around, couldn’t risk the GIW or his parents trying to find him in Gotham. The city had enough of its own problems without the property damage and disregard for by-standers that came with either group.
He felt bad that he’d only given Red Hood the partial truth. He was a Fetch, but that wasn’t exactly a term well used outside of ghosts and the Realms. Fetch- the apparition of a being yet still alive. The ghost of a living person. Both alive and dead. Half ghost and half human. Not that Danny felt all that like a human anymore. He hadn’t changed in a long time and the only reason he knew he still had a side of himself still alive was the faint heart-beat that thumped just under his core.
He still felt a tad guilty about hiding the whole “dead guy” she-bang from Red, but he didn’t need some weirdly nice Gotham Rogue knowing his entire being was against the law. That he could be turned over to the government for a hefty bounty. Didn’t matter that the guy had saved his skin, he’d been betrayed more than once and he wouldn’t risk it with a stranger. He also didn’t want to cause trouble. Red Hood looked like a guy that could handle himself but also someone who would protect his own to the last. He didn’t need anyone getting shot on either side because of him. The GIW didn’t care about collateral damage and they really wouldn’t care about hurting people they thought didn’t matter and destroying homes already falling apart. It was unfair and maddening, but it was how they worked. Ruthless and unforgiving.
Was it sad that the ghosts he used to fight to protect the town were now the least of his problems? Most of them had been scared off by the GIW after they’d gotten more competent and started experimenting. After the Anti-Ecto Acts got passed, most of the regular ghosts had made themselves scarce. Only the more powerful guys had dared to step foot into Amity, and then they became Danny’s problem. And then the whole mess with Pariah had happened and then none of the ghosts wanted to go top side. No, Danny’s post in Amity, stuck as it was in the zone, had become more about preventing humans from entering the Zone than the other way around. He had to stop the occasional reckless spirit, but for the most part they stayed scarce.
He hoped the Realms would be okay while he was gone. Who knows what his parents or the GIW could get up to in his absence.
He dozed on and off for a good bit, sleep light as it always was in ghost form. He could avoid eating when he was Phantom by absorbing ectoplasm, and he could get by with much less sleep in this form as well. But when he was injured, especially as injured as he was now, he needed to rest to get better. Needed to conserve energy and soak. Like a nice bath. A ghostly hibernation.
He started to feel better each time he blearily woke before going back down.
One of the times he could hear clanging and shuffling, like someone making food in a kitchen. He figured Red Hood would have gotten take-out. Was he making food? Maybe he was just dreaming. Dreaming of a better time in a more familiar kitchen…
It was all vague sensations and feelings. Just the warm light of the sun streaming in through the kitchen window. Just the suggestion of a fresh breeze blowing through and stirring up the scent of spices permeating the cramped space. The susurration of curtains in the wind. Just the faintest sound of humming and soft laughter. Like he’d fallen asleep in the kitchen and he was hearing everything through a drowsy fog.
It was warm. The oven was on. There was something giving off steam on the stove. He could hear pots clanging and utensils clinking. He could hear murmuring and rustling. There was the sensation of closeness and a sort of comfort and togetherness he rarely felt. It felt like contentment. It felt like love.
“Hey, sweetie,” his mom said, voice soft and dulcet. He could feel a warm hand rubbing his back. “It’s time for dinner now, sleepy-head.”
He said something in reply but he couldn’t hear it. He felt dizzy, like the room was spinning and everything he’d felt started to distort and spiral. His mother said something again but her voice came out cold and distorted and angry.
“What did you do with my son?”
“Hey,” a gruff voice, still staticky from being filtered, spoke as he was shaken awake. He blinked as the dream he’d been having floated away from his mind, forgotten as he rose from Nocturn’s hold into the realm of the wakeful.
“Black-white-and-green-all-over,” the voice said again, a hint of amusement lacing the words, “time to wake up and smell the bacon.”
“Food’s ready,” Red Hood said, straightening from where he’d been hovering over Danny to wake him.
Mrrp?
His core let out a little sound, much like a cat just being woken. Cats and ghosts had a lot in common, sounds wise, and he was discovering new sounds he could make all the time. Most ghosts could just talk and Core Speak was considered something more intimate, to be used with close friends, lovers, and allies. But for him, it was the only way he could communicate until he could find a way to learn sign. His core seemed particularly talkative around Red Hood, too. Strange. Maybe because Red was the first person he’d encountered in ages that didn’t want to immediately kill him?
“Hohmy-god.”
He blinked, stretching and tilting his head in question. What was that about?
“You’re adorable, kid,” Red answered, teasing.
Red Hood had his hands on his hips, arms bare in all their glory without his jacket, and was wearing an apron. A red apron with frills and a cute little skull printed on it. Who was this man to call Danny the adorable one?! Clearly he hadn’t seen himself in a mirror. It didn’t matter at all that Danny couldn’t see his face- the personalized apron was more than enough. Did he make that? Did someone else make it for him? He had so many questions he couldn’t ask.
Danny chose to just flip him off instead.
Red shook his head and headed back into the kitchen. “Get your ass in here and eat this soup already. You look like you’ve healed enough.”
If Danny could groan, he would. The thought of moving was not appealing. He had already told himself that he wasn’t moving from the couch for anything and that included whatever soup ‘The Red Hood’ decided to shovel into him.
Could Red even cook? He had a whole apron thing going on, but that didn’t really mean anything. Maybe it was a gag gift because of how bad he was at cooking. He shuddered. Well, no one could be worse than his parents. He’s pretty sure sentient food beats out burnt to a crisp any day. There wasn’t any smoke or sign of fire so that was encouraging at least.
He was mostly healed at this point, scrapes gone and bleeding stopped. He could move his arm again and he didn’t need to channel all his ectoplasm into healing alone. His thigh and his shoulder were still throbbing from the shitty Bat-a-rangs but they were on the mend. Honestly, for how bad off he’d been he was healing pretty well and pretty quickly. The benefits of being a dead guy. And landing in a city rich with the stuff that helped him. He had enough he could probably go invisible and freak out Red, but he’d refrain for now.
Still, he flopped over the cushions, debating on whether it was worth it to move or not. He didn’t need to eat and its not like his senses were the same in ghost form as they were in human form. He didn’t smell the same way and while he’d never tested it, he probably couldn’t taste the same way either. So what did it even matter-
And suddenly there was a mass of looming Red just hovering over him and then- still very suddenly, he was being lifted up from the couch. Cradled in very warm, very nice arms.
“H-up we go-,” Red Hood mumbled, very very close to Danny’s ear and making him shiver. He was carried princess style into the kitchen and plopped down into a rickety wooden seat. He stared dumbly down at the, frankly, delicious looking bowl of chicken noodle soup as he tried to process what the hell just happened. Everything was tingly and his mind was blank. He had phantom (haha) sensations of warmth where Red had held him. When was the last time he’d been touched without being hurt?
“Like a handful of grapes,” he heard Red mutter as he settled into the seat across from Danny. Wow, rude.
Red picked up a spoon and used it to point at Danny’s bowl. “Eat.”
He huffed and slid down in the chair a bit but picked up the spoon anyway. If he could grumble he would. He made sure to look as petulant as he could as he dipped his spoon into the broth. He stared dumbly again as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to eat.
He heard a mechanical click and looked up to see that Red had retracted part of his mask somehow, leaving the bottom half of his face bare. A cupid’s bow. Hm. A cupid’s bow turned up into a smirk. Red pointed again.
“Eat.”
His voice was odd without the modulator, smooth and deep. And very clearly amused. And Danny really, really needed to think about other things. He had enough to worry about than to be distracted by a nice voice. One guy treats you like you’re not a monster and suddenly you go ga-ga for him. The thought made him sag further down into the chair, piercing the night with a shrill squeak. Fucking hopeless.
Danny sighed internally and went back to trying to figure out how to eat. Well, if he was healed enough to go invisible he was healed enough to go intangible. Partially.
He made the mask intangible but still visible, so to someone else it didn’t look any different from before. Then he brought the spoon up and let it pass through the mask unhindered. Oh Ancients. Chicken noodle soup. Good chicken noodle soup. He couldn’t smell it before but he could now, and it smelled divine and tasted even better. He would die a second time for this soup. Hell, he might kill someone for this soup. Red Hood wanted someone gone? He would do it. He’d do it for soup. He kind of wanted to cry about it. How long had it been since he’d had something to eat? Let alone something this good. And even less something that was home-made and this good. Yeah, if he kept thinking about it he would definitely cry.
He took another eager bite, willing to sink into the flavor- rich with things he’d almost forgotten about like garlic and onion and carrots and celery. Spices he couldn’t name giving it a taste like nothing else. He felt a deep warmth spread through his body and his core purred with contentment.
He blinked open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he’d closed to find Red Hood staring at him.
“How the fuck are you doing that?” he asked, incredulous.
Danny tilted his head in feigned innocence. He had no idea what Red was talking about, no sirree.
“Don’t give me that, you know what you’re doing,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger towards him. “How the fuck are you doing it?”
Danny rolled his eyes and dropped his spoon . He held up his hand and then phased it through the table, waving his fingers in a little ta-da motion afterwards.
“Alright. Density-shifting,” he said, sounding just a bit exasperated. “Okay. That’s just a thing you can do, then.”
He didn’t know what density shifting was but figured it was close enough to intangibility that he nodded. He picked up his spoon but before he could eat the most delicious meal of his life, Red had another question.
“Anything else you can do that I should worry about?”
He paused (a tragedy, really) . It’s not like he could actually give a list. He could write it, yeah, but where was the fun in that. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember half of his powers on a good day. They were instinctual. Like a muscle he didn’t know the name of that he could flex . He could move the muscle but its not like he was aware of it. What it was called or how it worked.
He shrugged and continued eating.
“You know, glow-stick, there’s gonna come a point where I need answers,” Red said, voice wry. “I’ve let you get away with a lot already. Don’t think I’ll be lenient again,” he spoke with finality.
Danny regarded him seriously. Red Hood had let him move on without explaining things multiple times now. He was grateful for it honestly. He didn’t know how he would even start to untangle all that he was to this stranger. He couldn’t even do that with people he knew and trusted. And he didn’t want to go through being interrogated within an inch of his half-live again either. At least Red was being civil about everything.
He put his spoon down again (mournfully) and gave Red Hood a solemn nod. There wasn’t much else he could do to convey his thanks and his seriousness, but Red seemed to get the message.
“Good. Don’t cause trouble and it won’t be an issue.”
He wanted to laugh at that. Like he could ever stay out of trouble.
Red must have sensed his amusement because he made a motion with his head like he was rolling his eyes. Danny could tell even though he couldn’t see them behind the helmet. Looks like they were both able to communicate with body language pretty well, probably why Red was so good at reading him.
They ate in silence for a bit, the distant sound of sirens and gunfire lulling to a background noise he wouldn’t have thought he’d get used to so easily. But it was still somehow familiar, like a song he knew played on an instrument he’d never heard of. Police sirens instead of ghost attack sirens and gunfire instead of the odd electric crackle of ecto-blasts.
Danny melted into his chair as he finished his last bite, the warmth of the soup turning him into a puddle of goo. His belly felt full in a way it hadn’t in years. The last meal Jazz had made for him had been when he was what? Sixteen? Before she left. Before he left.
“So,” Red started, voice firm. Danny wanted to groan again. He didn’t want to have serious discussions, not now. All he wanted to do right now was become one with the table and savor his beautiful, beautiful soup. But Red Hood was relentless. Merciless.
“You said you fell from a portal?”
He nodded. Miserably.
“You got any way to get back through said portal?”
He stilled. No, he didn’t. He really didn’t.
He thought about what would happen next. Would he go back to his Haunt? Could he? He’d found his way topside and the only stable portal connecting the two halves was in the ruins of the place that Amity used to occupy. Both his parents’ portal and Vlad’s had been victims to the shift into the Zone, both weirdly inverting on themselves, collapsing and reforming- twisting reality in ways it should never have twisted.
Vlad’s portal never stabilized, shrinking down and imploding in on itself- condensing like a dying star becoming a black hole but bursting out in radioactive shock-waves instead. It took out half of Elmerton in the explosion as well. Thankfully the neighboring town had been evacuated the moment Amity disappeared so there weren’t any casualties. But it had definitely been a close call. His parent’s portal survived on a miracle, creating an exit for the townspeople when everyone realized that the city was stuck and there was no going back. Nobody died but- there wasn’t a single citizen who hadn’t lost everything. There was only so much that could be transported through the portal after all. It was the only time anyone ever let him near enough to help, if only to use his strength to carry the boxes of meager belongings through to the other side. Boxy knew better than to mess with them when he was around.
The truth was that he didn’t have anywhere to go. Anything to do. If he weren’t only half-ghost then the loss of his Haunt and Obsession could have Ended him, but as it were it just made him sad. Restless. Core-tearingly despondent. He’d already just been listlessly haunting the cemetery, fighting ghosts when they wanted to pick a fight with him. Skulker was really the only one that tried anymore.
The most he could hope for was a natural portal popping up that he could sneak into, and that was only if it didn’t spit him back out somewhere completely different instead of the Zone. While Gotham seemed to have an abundance of ectoplasm, that didn’t mean it had an abundance of portals.
Would he build a new place for himself here? Haunt a new graveyard? He could never be human again. He’d left that life far and long behind. Maybe he’d find a house to haunt, be a proper ghost and scare some people.
The thought left a bad taste in his mouth, but he elected to ignore it. He’d only just felt a little like a human again. A mistake.
He’d stalled long enough. He shook his head and waited for Red Hood’s reaction.
“ Anyplace to go?” he questioned, tone flat. Danny couldn’t begin to tell what he was thinking, he kept his cards close to his chest. But maybe there was a hint of concern there? Or maybe he was being too optimistic.
He shrugged, truthfully not knowing how to answer that. He could try to get back to Amity, but that was a long, long while to walk and a major fight with the GIW and his parents that he didn’t want to pick. Or he could settle back into the cemetery he’d been chased from. Visit his old zombie pal, Jason and dodge Batman again. It’s not like he needed human accommodations. Nothing an old mausoleum wouldn’t do.
Danny could see the black eye-cover of Red’s helmet narrow (and wasn’t that a trip). He could feel the other man’s stare, intense and analytic. He waited.
Red Hood sighed. “Well, for now, you’re staying here until you’re healed completely . Then we’ll figure it out as we go.” He pressed a button on his helmet that made it drop back down and recover his face, then stood up and picked up the empty soup bowls. “Don’t need Bold and the Bleakness trying to kill you over something stupid again.”
Danny nodded. He could agree to that. He’d stay until the Bat-a-rang wounds and his broken arm fully healed and then drift back to the cemetery. No need to bother Red Hood any further than he already had. He didn’t deserve as much kindness as he’d already gotten. The man might seem to be a crime lord, but he cared about his people and had a surprising amount of warmth. A man like that didn’t need to worry about a thing like Danny.
He would fade out when Red Hood left and go back to where he belonged. Some dusty old mausoleum he could guard. And then he would wait out the rest of his existence there, protecting bones no one cared about anymore for as long as he continued to walk this plane. Maybe someday he’d fully die and make his way back to the empty streets of Amity, maybe by then the ghosts of his neighbors would have repopulated the town. Maybe he’d see his friends again. Maybe, someday, he could rest.
It was as good a plan as any.
“Alright, kid, rest up for now,” Red said, rinsing out the bowls and setting them to dry on a rack by the sink. Danny just watched the man move about the kitchen, enjoying the view. Red ducked out of the apron and folded it up until it was as small of a bundle as it could go and stuffed it in a side pocket on his utility belt. Well, huh. So he just carried that around with him then. Fascinating.
He turned back to Danny and pointed a stern finger in his direction. “I don’t wanna see you anywhere but that couch until you’re fully healed.”
Danny rolled his eyes and nodded. He’d be fine. Red Hood wouldn’t see him anywhere but the couch, not once he went invisible.
Red pulled his gloves on, Danny watching with rapt attention. Maybe a little too much attention when he pulled his jacket back on and his arms flexed with the movement. Hmm.
“You need help back to the couch, glow-stick?”
Danny felt himself flush, face probably turning green under the mask as he scrambled out of the chair and stumbled back to the couch, shaking his head along the way. He plopped down onto the cushions and melted a little into the blood-stained fabric with a bit of intangibility.
Red Hood huffed and shook his head, making his way toward the window and throwing a leg out and straddling the sill.
“Rest up and I’ll see you in the morning, Fetcher,” he called, giving Danny a wave.
Danny gave a wave back, a little sad that this would be the last time he saw Red Hood. He’d be gone in an hour or two, ready to haunt one of the smaller cemeteries of Gotham into perpetuity. For now, however, he’d take another nap and rest like a human just one last time.
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Deleramentum (Part II)
Title: 2. Games
Serie: Deleramentum
Fandom: Harry Potter | Magic World
Pairing: Sirius x Reader
Other characters: Hagrid, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin
Category: friendship
Warnings: none, only there's no romance here… yet.
Author's note: I forgot I got this ready since like a month ago! Sorry for the late actualization, I'm not use to write series
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You had always felt a little pull towards the unknown, which was dangerous, impulsive and…stupid according to your mother's words. She repeated over and over again that you had to be smart to survive. To survive, it was hilarious for you that someone like her spoke about surviving when she was the bigger menace in your life. However, through many mistakes, you have learned to control your impulsive behavior.
So no jumping in the stair towards the Gryffindor quarters, or at least no when there were people awake. No helping students from other houses or at least, when there were Slytherins around. No walking near Hagrid's house when the sun was up.
— you came! — he sounded happy and he was smiling, it surprised you. For a moment you thought he will be mad.
— you promised to talk about Dragons — Hagrid was taken aback by your shy tone, nothing like your usual imposing and cold voice.
— come here, take a sit — he opened a chair for you and you sat there. In no time you were looking at a book about dragons while taking tea and listening to Hagrid. He stumbled in his words sometimes and he got nervous, but you didn't judge him.
— I didn't think you would come, you know — he commented and you looked at your hands.
— I'm sorry — you said remembering the morning, when after class you had stopped by the woods and he had spoken to you about the creatures that lived in the forbidden forest.
"Y/l/n, are you flirting with that dirty and disgusting semi-gigant now?" A girl of your same year had said and her two friends laughed at the joke, you turned to look at Hagrid with contempt.
"Hilda, darling not all of us had a pathetic need to be loved, this creature is only doing it's work" your answer was automatic "at least he's useful, unlike the magic anti-acne cream you use"
— I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I was trying to protect myself from them, I had to say those things or they are going to turn against me — you explained and the big hand of Hagrid softly patted your head.
— I noticed — he said with a sad expression on his face — I have seen you helping first year Hufflepuff when they get lost — his big finger cleaned the tear in your face — you have a big heart, but you have your reasons to hide it —
— you saw me? — you asked surprised — don't tell anyone that, please! — he laughed at your sudden worry
— I won't tell with one condition — there was a suspensive silence, you nodded — come tomorrow again —
— yes! — you loved that condition, the semi-gigant was your first friend since Sirius. You cherished Hagrid's friendship, so you went back many times after that day.
— I got it — you said, moving a piece of puzzle to place it somewhere else, Hagrid laughed wholeheartedly and you did the same.
— oh, oh! then that means — he moved another place in a 3D magic puzzle, making the wood puzzle to change colors.
— Hagrid has a date! — the happy scream alerted you, making you jump out of the chair and move quickly towards the back door of the house. You closed the door at the same time the principal one opened.
— aha! — James Potter said in his theatrical entrance expecting to catch Hagrid with a lady.
— James! Sirius! Remus! What a surprise! — Hagrid said, standing from the chair.
— we heard her! Where is she? — asked Sirius full of curiosity looking around as if there could be someone hiding.
— I'm sorry boys, I don't know what you are talking about — Hagrid tried to act clueless
— we heard a ladies voice — Remus explained — and these two decided you were in a date —
— they were laughing together! — James commented to defend himself
— yeah, they sounded happy — Sirius chimed in as he looked at the puzzles over the table.
— I'm the only one here — he claimed, moving to put in a new pot of tea.
— now — Remus remarked
— maybe if we go out there… — James suggested walking towards the back door
— No — Hagrid yelled, taking the boys by surprise, freezing them where they were — You will scare her away — the addition was soft, almost a plea — She's my secret friend but she's fragile, she doesn't like… wizards—
The three boys frowned before bombarding Hagrid with questions: was she pretty? How old was she? Was she a student? What was her name? Was she a semi-gigant? He answered most of them: yes, she was pretty, she was probably the same age as them; she was a student; no, he couldn't say her name; no, she wasn't a semi gigant.
For a whole month they tried to find out who was the mysterious friend of Hagrid. Until one day they decided on a plan to catch her: James and Sirius would go for the front door while Remus and Peter covered the back door.
— Y/l/n — muttered Remus surprised when you found yourself trapped against the door.
— a… snake? — peter said surprised almost horrified by the discovery
— get out of my way — you said softly pointing at the smallest of the two with your wand.
— are you Hagrid's secret friend?— Remus asked, putting his hands up to show he was unarmed.
— friends are only liabilities — you said seeing Pettigrew retreat slowly as you gave a step forward — or means for an end — the small boy pulled Remus back.
— I don't believe you — Remus didn't retreated.
— Moony believe her, she's always alone! — Peter whisper shouted trying to convince his friend.
— I don't care — you answered with a smile — but if you tell anyone and I mean anyone that I was here, I'll make your life a living hell — you pointed at his chest with your wand before making a gesture towards the chubby and afraid boy, making a violet spark jump from your wand against him, making him fell unconscious.
Remus gulped and kneeled to see if his friend was alright, when he was sure he looked back at you as you passed by the side and walked away putting on your hood. He believed you, you were an excellent student giving him hell would be easy for you.
When James finally asked Remus about the mysterious secret friend that same night, Remus looked at him with a blank face, shrugged and said:
— sorry mate, couldn't caught her —
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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAAAAY!
Here are some of the women on my diva shelf ✨
Melanie Chisholm, Melanie Brown, Emma Bunton, Geri Hallaway, and Victoria Beckham
I was immediately enamored with the spice girls after hearing “wannabe.” These women were loud, bold, wore short dresses, platform heels, and screamed “GIRL POWER” from the rooftops. They stood for feminism and friendship. Also Spice World is still a hilarious movie.
Lucy Parsons
Lucy was an anarchist through and through. She blew a lot of shit up with dynamite. She was a founder of the Industrial Workers of the World, wrote in several socialist and anarchist newspapers, gave speeches, and took shit from absolutely no one. The Chicago PD once described her as “more dangerous than 1,000 rioters.”
“Never be deceived that the rich will permit you to vote away their wealth.”
“Strike not for a few cents more an hour, because the price of living will be raised faster still, but strike for all you earn, be content with nothing less."
“You are not absolutely defenseless. For the torch of the incendiary, which has been known with impunity, cannot be wrested from you."
“So many able writers have shown that the unjust institutions which work so much misery and suffering to the masses have their root in governments, and owe their whole existence to the power derived from government. We cannot help but believe that were every law, every title deed, every court, and every police officer or soldier abolished tomorrow with one sweep, we would be better off than now.”
Harriet Tubman
She was born a slave, escaped slavery, then helped other enslaved people escape. She helped formerly enslaved people find work, and helped John Brown plan the raid on Harper’s Ferry. She was a nurse, cook, and a motherfucking SPY during the civil war. She was the first woman to lead an armed expedition in war.
“I grew up like a neglected weed, – ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it. Then I was not happy or contented.”
“I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land; and my home after all, was down in Maryland; because my father, my mother, my brothers, and sisters, and friends were there. But I was free, and they should be free.
“I have heard their groans and sighs, and seen their tears, and I would give every drop of blood in my veins to free them”
Glennon Doyle & Brené Brown
Both of these authors have been such a positive influence on my life. I would recommend that everyone read “Untamed” by Glennon Doyle, and “The Power of Vulnerability” by Brené Brown. IMO it’s required life reading.
Glennon Doyle, Untamed:
“This life is mine alone. So I have stopped asking people for directions to places they’ve never been.”
“I will not stay, not ever again - in a room or conversation or relationship or institution that requires me to abandon myself.”
“I am here to keep becoming truer, more beautiful versions of myself again and again forever. To be alive is to be in a perpetual state of revolution. Whether I like it or not, pain is the fuel of revolution. Everything I need to become the woman I’m meant to be next is inside my feelings of now. Life is alchemy, and emotions are the fire that turns me to gold. I will continue to become only if I resist extinguishing myself a million times a day. If I can sit in the fire of my own feelings, I will keep becoming.”
“I did not know that I was supposed to feel everything. I thought I was supposed to feel happy. I thought that happy was for feeling and that pain was for fixing and numbing and deflecting and hiding and ignoring. I thought that when life got hard, it was because I had gone wrong somewhere. I thought that pain was weakness and that I was supposed to suck it up. But the thing was that the more I sucked it up, the more food and booze I had to suck down.”
Brené Brown:
“You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.”
“No one reaches out to you for compassion or empathy so you can teach them how to behave better. They reach out to us because they believe in our capacity to know our darkness well enough to sit in the dark with them.”
“Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don’t belong. You will always find it because you’ve made that your mission. Stop scouring people’s faces for evidence that you’re not enough. You will always find it because you’ve made that your goal. True belonging and self-worth are not goods; we don’t negotiate their value with the world. The truth about who we are lives in our hearts. Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation, especially our own. No one belongs here more than you.”
Courtney Love
I love Hole. So much. And Courtney is a fucking bad ass to the highest degree.
“I strap on that motherfucking guitar and you cannot fuck with me. That's my feeling."
“I used to do drugs, but don't tell anyone or it will ruin my image.”
“I'm not a woman. I'm a force of nature.”
Marsha “Pay It No Mind” Johnson
Marsha was an activist in New York City during the Stonewall Riots. She threw a lot of rocks and bricks at cops. It’s rumored that she threw the first brick that was a catalyst for the LGBT movement in the US. Marsha and her friend Sylvia Rivera founded the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR).
“STAR is a very revolutionary group. We believe in picking up the gun, starting a revolution if necessary. Our main goal is to see gay people liberated and free and have equal rights that other people have in America.”
“No pride for some of us without liberation for all of us.”
“Darling, I want my gay rights now.”
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IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR READING MY THOUGHTS ON THESE FUCKING AMAZING WOMEN!!!
❤️❤️❤️❤️
#international women's day#happy international women's day#spice girls#lucy parsons#harriet tubman#glennon doyle#brené brown#courtney love#marsha p johnson
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Least Favorite Disgaea Characters (so far...)
((Yeah you saw the title. We're doing this. I can already see the potential comments rolling in. How I'm going to do this is a little different. Instead of ranking the least characters from best to worst, I'm just going to select one character from each of the main series Disgaea titles that I like the least and explain why. Please remember that this is my own personal list of this, I know full well that there are going to be characters on here that you like and you have characters that you hate but I love. We don't have to like the same thing. That's what makes us unique. With that out of the way, let's begin.
Starting things off with Disgaea 1 is none other than Etna. Yeah, let's get this one out of the way. For those new here, this might be a bit of a shock considering her popularity. For those who have known me for a while, this was obvious. It's no secret that when I first became a fan of Disgaea, I absolutely LOATHED this character with a passion. In fact, I still hate her appearance in Disgaea 2 in particular to this day and that's my favorite game in the series. With her trying to kill Laharl at every turn despite her promise to Krichevskoy, being a total bitch to Adell, and the fact that spear users weren't exactly that easy for me to train when I first started out just made me want to chuck her into the closest star (even though she'll survive from it). I've honestly never been personally fond of toxic bitchy characters that can only get joy from watching others suffer, prime examples being Azula from Avatar, Larxene from Kingdom Hearts, and that trio of asshats that started causing shit in the Tempest Foundation in Slime Isekai (if you don't know what I'm talking about, think of Shion and I'm sure for some of you it might click right there and then) and I thought Etna was kind of like that for a time. I will admit that she has grown on me overtime, mostly thanks to Disgaea D2, and while she's still not exactly among my most favorite characters in the franchise as a whole, she not among my most hated either. She's somewhere above middle ground. Unfortunately, the reason why she's here in particular, is because I still like the other main cast of Disgaea 1 characters more. Technically I hate Vulcanus more, but that's because he's a hypocritical villain who thinks he's better than everyone else. I'm SUPPOSED to not like him. But yeah, Etna's no longer the worst of the worst, just the least liked compared to others.
Moving on to Disgaea D2 is the Krichevskoy Group. I have heard people talk about how Sicily and even Girl Laharl were irritating and unnecessary inclusions, and personally I disagree. I find Sicily adorable and Girl Laharl hilarious add ins. What I consider to be irritating wastes of space is the Krichevskoy Group. These three garbage tier characters had the audacity to try to take over the Netherworld, claiming it to return it to the glory days of Krichevskoy, when they fucking bailed the castle after he died! A massive power gap was left in the Netherworld, prompting everyone to try to take over, even characters from alternate Netherworlds! And no, these three were not among the loyal vassals that saved Laharl when he fought the other overlord in Disgaea 1! Look, I'm not saying that Laharl's a great guy, he's a class A asshole. That's no secret, but at the same time, do you know what he's been through after he woke up from his 2 year nap?! Aside from fighting the other overlord, he also fought against 2 heroes sent to the Netherworld to kill him, stop Earth's invasion of his planet, prevented Vulcanus from carrying out his plan to put the universe under Infinite Tsukuyomi, defeated Tyrant Baal, and started establishing peace between the Netherworld and Celestia after years and years of conflict between the two worlds! I think he has done enough to earn the title of king at that point! At least more so than these three who did nothing but fuck around for 3 years and started hiring random demons to become the next overlord so they can be used like puppets while they control everything from the shadows. They weren't even the final bosses of the main story! Even after Laharl saved their worthless asses from being sucked into a black hole, because he needed Rainier to help find the angels, not only did they end up relying on Flonne to get the job done instead, making that completely pointless, but they took off in the post game and challenge him for one more fight. And before anyone brings up how Rainier was the reason why Laharl became afraid of big tits, stop ask yourself this for a moment, is that really such an important plot device that everyone needed to know? I said seriously! Get your dirty meme minds out of the gutter!
Next for Disgaea 2, we have Taro. Look, it was either this, or put Etna down twice, take your pick. Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate Taro in the slightest, I think he's...alright. Unfortunately, I don't like him nearly as much as any other character in Disgaea 2. Adell, Rozalin, Yukimaru, even Tink and the Director, who I STILL want to come back in future games, mind you! As for Taro, I just found him the least interesting or entertaining, not helped with his lack of respect for Adell. Now as both a younger and older brother myself, I understand sibling rivalries as much as anyone, but when your bro is risking life and limb for your sake on a regular basis, you should at least cut him some slack. And don't even get me started on him simping for Rozalin. Plus his moveset isn't that great outside of magichange. Like I said, he's alright, just not as good as anyone else.
In Disgaea 3, it's none other than Salvatore. This is another case of me just not liking a character as much as everyone else in the game. I've honestly liked Salvatore ever since her first appearance. Her being an over the top general character dishing out insane, impossible orders left and right was hilarious to me and I'm personally glad that so see her reappear in more titles...but she still doesn't come close to the likes of Mr. Champloo, Almaz, Sapphire, or even Master Bigstar. I don't have anything negative to say about her so that's pretty much all there is to it. Moving on.
Up next is Fuka Kazamatsuri in Disgaea 4! I bet some of you thought I was going to say Fenrich, weren't you? Absolutely not. As much as I don't ship ValFen, I do like seeing Fenrich kicking some ass and taking charge. Plus I do sympathize with him having to deal with someone like Fuka on a regular basis. While I don't FULLY hate her, she is a character that I find on the more annoying side. A delusional, irritating brat who refuses to accept that she died and decides to muk up everything around her. She's not nearly as entertaining as Laharl and I was absolutely livid when I found out that her and Desco where the only Disgaea 4 characters being released for Disgaea 3's vita port. Part of me wishes that Emizel just let Fuka keep the money and reincarnate her when he had the chance. Especially since he's not one of the characters appearing in the upcoming Disgaea 7. I'll admit, Fuka does have some good moments, but she's the last person in the Hades party I would try to save in an emergency.
Now for Disgaea 5, we have Majorita. This was actually a tough call to make because a lot of my favorite characters are in 5, Killia, Usalia, Christo, Zeroken, Goldion, I really enjoyed all of them, even Seraphina, despite her one sided crush on Killia. But if I had to pick someone, it had to be Majorita without a doubt. Remember what I said about me not liking characters who's only joy in life is watching everyone else suffer around them? That's Majorita to a T. Basically, if you weren't Void, you were trash to her, until she started hating Void at the end. Yeah, she's a villain, but good lord is she just one of most toxic bitches you could ever meet. And she's hypocritical. Talking about building a demon utopia after destroying Toto Bunny, bitch if you don't get yo ass out of here. And before anyone brings up how I wrote her in my P5/D5 crossover, that's fan made material and what I wrote for her motivations wasn't actually confirmed in canon, so it doesn't count. It makes sense, but it's not verified. I still don't blame Usalia for a moment if she refuses to let Majorita grant her wish.
Finally for Disgaea 6, we have Cerberus (A.K.A Misual). Well if you're wondering who my least favorite main antagonist of the series is, he's your answer. This motherfucker straight pulled an Obito Uchiha by trying to nuke all of reality by abusing Zed throughout the whole game all because the woman he loved died. I know a man's gotta grieve, but that's no reason to literally try to end all of existence! I would understand if you just wanted payback against Zed by making him die over and over again, but involving his little sister, who not only had nothing to do with it, but also saved your life and treated you like family, was crossing the line. He did NOT deserve to celebrate with Zed and Beiko at the end of the game. Not after that shit.))
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Fullmetal Alchemist: My Personal Experience
“Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost”.
How important are those who you love? What is it you are willing to do if anything ever happens to them? What is it you are willing to sacrifice for their safety? The power to protect your loved ones has a consistency; it serves a function, and it always comes with a price. Would you give up the gifts, the love, and the life you possess to get what you want? Humans never truly get a grasp of the full effects of what they desire, and that which they long for can end up becoming its own cost. King Midas thought of the golden touch as a great blessing, but it ultimately disposed him of his greatest treasure: his daughter.
There is no such thing as a lesson without pain.
Fullmetal Alchemist is one of if not the best anime/manga to ever make it. Maybe nowadays a claim of that caliber turns out kind of repetitive; and for some, even hilarious, but there are numerous aspects from Hiromu Arakawa’s creation which defend and easily maintain the title the story of the Elric brothers has –respectfully—earned along the years, and will definitely keep on earning. However, these words are not meant to be written for the purpose of showing these amazing series’ characteristics, eventually trying to convince about its greatness, because that has already been done. The real intention here is to share a personal experience regarding both anime adaptations of this story; Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (2009-2010) and Fullmetal Alchemist (2003-2004), and the original manga; Fullmetal Alchemist (2002-2010).
My first entrance to the world created by Arakawa occurred somewhere around 2015, with the latest anime adaptation of the manga; Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. The 64-episode anime series is probably the most recognizable piece of media this story has created yet and was originally broadcast in Japan from April 2009 to July 2010. I absolutely loved the series, and I didn’t hesitate in buying the original manga, which also left me magnified. The story of these two brothers who, trying to bring their dead mother back to life through alchemy, end up with the elder brother; Edward, losing his arm and leg and the younger brother; Alphonse, losing his entire body, had me hyped from beginning to end. That, accompanied with a deep and elaborated political and historical context of the world in which these characters reside, and how this makes you feel like the story and its events were already predestined to happen; in other words, everything in this story connects smoothly and perfectly.
However, that’s regarding only the original manga and the latest anime adaptation. The first attempt in adapting this story to the small screen occurred in Japan, from October 2003 to October 2004, with Fullmetal Alchemist. This adaptation is what we could call the “black sheep” in the franchise, due to it not being faithful to the story told in the original manga and in one point drifting away from it to tell its own tale. This happened because the animation studio behind this series, BONES –which would also be responsible years later for the 2009 adaptation— decided to create an original storyline for what remained of their anime, due to the slow progress from Hiromu Arakawa in the creation of the manga’s story, and also because –maybe the most mature and ungreedy decision I have ever heard of in this industry— they didn’t want to make filler episodes while they waited for the manga to release enough episodes in order to adapt them. I experienced this version after already having watched the 2009 adaptation and having read half through the manga. The truth is that at first, it was pretty difficult for me to catch track of what was happening, due to the typical burn-out feeling when you seriously hyper-fixate with something coming –finally— into myself.
But there was something that kept me going. Although I had already experienced the beginning of the story two times in a two-year span, and I had read everywhere that this series was the “inferior” telling of the story compared to the 2009 adaptation, there was something in this version that made go through the 51 episodes all the way. At that moment and now, almost six years apart, I still believe Fullmetal Alchemist (2003-2004) is in its own right a complete masterpiece; offering a much darker, grittier, and crueler take on the Elric brothers’ adventure. Considering everything that happened during its production, with the team suddenly having to change everything and put an abrupt end to the series, it is still a fascinating story, with an amazing storyline, characters, and setting.
In conclusion, Fullmetal Alchemist and its different versions or adaptations –except the Netflix live-action, thank you very much—were the most important and influential piece of media from this type of art for me, due to them being responsible for making me a full-time fan, and only because of that this series will always have an untouchable position in my already-seen list of anime series. If you haven’t watched or read it, I highly recommend you to, because is what I believe to be one of the most complete and flawless stories of all time.
-Joaquín Romo.
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Finally! I have finally finished this 6k fic lol. This is a continuation of the last few fics (I really need to figure out a title pls help lol.) Once again, biggggg preesh to @labyrinth-of-thoughts for the highly detailed ideas/outline. You really get my writing gears in the right place and I've enjoyed fleshing out your prompts!
There is smut! So beware! It is easily skippable if you aren't comfy with reading it! Please enjoy, and I promise I'm getting to the other asks that I've gotten too! Thank you all so much <3
The others have grown used to seeing the Veera and Tenakth disappear and reappear from the warrior’s room daily and have come to realize real quick not to disturb them when they’ve been gone for a long period of time.
Varl had found that out the hard way.
At the time, Y/N had just moved her things into Kotallo’s room as it would be more spacious and give an extra room for if one of Aloy’s companions needed somewhere to stay, and to say they enjoyed their time behind doors was an understatement.
Kotallo had his hand on Y/N’s body every chance he could take, his lips sliding over every inch of visible skin. They usually end up in the same position. Y/N straddling her lover’s thighs, pressing herself as close to him as humanly possible, and Kotallo with his hand gripping her hip like a vice. This is how Varl found them.
They didn’t blame him for interrupting, in fact they found it quite hilarious. The Nora had came bustling through the door, directing a question towards the Veera when he stopped dead in his tracks, his sentence falling off quietly.
“SORRY!”
He only stood for a moment to make sure he wasn’t imaging things, but nope, that was definitely the couple and by the look of the Veera’s bare back facing him, he could tell he had definitely interrupted something he shouldn’t have.
Y/N had glanced over her shoulder just in time to see him walk briskly back through the doors whilst shaking his head. Once the door closed behind him, she turned back to her lover and held his gaze before both started chuckling.
“He’s not going to look us in the eyes for days.” She muttered, leaning back down so her lips barely brushed his.
“Maybe that will teach him to knock before entering.” And with that final remark, the marshal had closed the remaining space between the two and they were back where they were before being interrupted.
Varl, on the other hand, had just entered the common area with a mortified expression on his face, garnering the attention of the only person there, which just so happened to be Erend.
“What’s with that face? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
Dropping into the seat across from the Oseram, he ran his hands down his face in disbelief. “I just walked in on Kotallo and Y/N…”
“What’s so bad about that it’s not like they were… OH!”
Erend came to the quick realization of what Varl meant and didn’t even try to hold back the bolstering laugh that bubbled inside his gut. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes as he slammed his fist repeatedly on the table. He could not believe what he just heard and Varl knew that he would never be able to live that down. By the end of the day Erend had told Zo and Aloy about what had happened much to Varl’s dismay.
From that moment forward, everyone had become more accustomed to knocking before entering any room, not risking the chance of being scarred for life. It took Varl about a week before he could look at the two without heat creeping up his neck, but after that everything went back to normal.
With everyone seated at the table for dinner, Aloy had began telling the group about her plan to make a trip to Barren Light the next day with Erend, prompting Zo and Varl to mention their plan to go to Plainsong for a few days before turning to the couple.
“Are you two going to stay at the Base?” Zo directed the question towards the Veera, who in turn looked to Kotallo with a curious gaze, noticing the thoughtful look on his face.
“I was going to say yes, but it looks as though Kotallo has just thought of other plans.” Her lips quirked up into a small smile, watching as the man in question turned to face her.
“We should visit the Sky Clan at the Bulwark; see how they are fairing against the Rebels since their wall was damaged.”
He was indeed curious as to how his clan was holding up, but it was honestly an excuse for him to show her more of who he is and where he was raised. He truly wanted her to see more of him, and he couldn’t fight the small smile when she agreed to come.
“That’s a good idea. Plus, I’m eager to see the damage Aloy did to the wall.” The red head shook her head with a grin, but Y/N noticed how her eyes lingered on Kotallo’s left arm and how her lips turned downwards after a few moments.
It was then Y/N made a mental note to talk to her after dinner.
“Aloy, could I talk to you?”
The Nora nodded and followed the woman to a quiet corner of the Base. “Kotallo recounted his visit to the Bulwark quite fondly. He told me about what you did in order to convince Tekotteh to send his challengers to the Kulrut… but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
She watched as Aloy gave her a strained smile in return before taking a breath. “Did – did he tell you Tekotteh hurt him?” she was careful with her wording, obviously wary as she saw Y/N’s expression go blank.
“What?” Aloy almost shivered at the dangerous lilt behind the woman’s eerily calm voice. Aloy didn’t want to make the Veera anymore upset, but she had to tell her so she could be ready for the tension to come.
“Tekotteh clapped him on the shoulder.” She began, “Squeezed his upper arm.”
Y/N thought she was seeing red. “His injury would have been weeks – if not days – old.” Nodding in agreement, Aloy continued. “Kotallo did his best to hide it but… I could see how bad it hurt him. Others would’ve folded entirely.”
She couldn’t even imagine the pain it must’ve caused him. Physically and mentally. Aloy could practically see the vein in her forehead pulsing as her jaw clenched in anger. The Veera was stewing in anger, a rage that Aloy had never seen from her. She knew she had to calm the warrior down and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I’m only telling you because I know Kotallo won’t, and I think it’s best you know everything.” She paused momentarily. “What Tekotteh is like, I mean… so you don’t go in blind.”
The whole communication aspect of her and Kotallo’s relationship was still a work in progress, so although she was upset he hadn’t told her, she understood why he didn’t. He did not want her to make a fuss over something that had happened in the past. No matter how near that past was.
“Thank you, Aloy. I appreciate you telling me. I’ll let you know how the trip went when we return.”
…
She had decided to not make it known to Kotallo that she knew about what had happened only to not cause any friction before the long trip to the Bulwark. Instead, she tried to focus on other things and not let the anger eat away at her.
Y/N was doing a pretty good job too, until they reached the foot of the Bulwark, and she heard the voice of who she assumed to be Tekotteh booming over the damaged wall.
“Well! The favored son returns! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he stared down at the two, staring as Kotallo stepped forward. “We have come to give aid. We have word of rebels and machines testing the Bulwark.”
It doesn’t take much to see the absolute look of disdain on the leader’s face, even from that far below. He wanted to spit on them and tell them to fuck off before sending them on their way, but Y/N knew he was aware just how valuable Kotallo was to them in their efforts.
His hand made a lazy motion before turning and walking away from the edge, not even bothering to watch the two enter the settlement. By the time the duo had gotten inside and led towards Tekotteh’s tent, the man was already sitting comfortably on his throne, watching the two approach.
He had given Kotallo a once over, snarling his nose slightly at his missing limb before his gaze slid to Y/N’s, slowly taking in every inch of her. Kotallo’s spine goes rigid as he sees his gaze linger on certain areas of his partner’s figure and fights the urge to step between them and shield her with his body.
“Mm, you’ve brought a Veera warrior with you. One of Aloy’s new companions, I assume?” He never moved his focus from her, even as Kotallo introduced her to him. It made Y/N’s stomach turn, her fingers twitching, wanting to do nothing more than grab her knife and gauge the man’s eyes out.
“It has been some time since we have had dealings with the Veera and I will say, it has been a terrible shame if you are any example of what we have missed.” Tekotteh smirks, fully expecting her to swoon at his feet.
Y/N straightens defiantly. “My people, like yours, have had their fair share of hardship.” His smirk dropped, noticing how she deliberately dodged his compliment. “Hm.” He stood from his seat and stepped between the two, brushing against Y/N before stopping at the entrance of his tent.
“Come. Surely you are hungry from the trip. I’ll escort you.”
Seeing how Kotallo moved to the right side of the commander, the Veera put herself in between the two, standing directly to the left of Kotallo, guarding his weaker side. Though his wound is not as painful anymore, she did not want to see him put in another situation like before.
They walked like this throughout the village as Tekotteh pointed out different things to Y/N and talked about Sky Clan traditions, much to the ire of Kotallo. He had wanted to be the one to teach her of their ways. Not him. He held his tongue the entire time, though anyone could see the annoyance brewing behind his neutral expression.
“Here’s the common area, I have some work to attend to, so I will leave you here. I will return later in talks for the aid you’ve offered.”
He gave one more lingering look to the Veera before turning on his heel and walking away. Y/N had let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding before looking around the room, noticing most people that were present had their focus on the two of them. Half seemed to be watching Kotallo’s every move as he led them to a somewhat empty table, while the other half was curious about the outsider walking beside him.
As they sat down, Y/N stared boldly at anyone who dared make eye contact. She knew things would be said about Kotallo and her, and though he ignored them, she made sure to let it be known that she would not be intimidated.
The couple spoke quietly to one another as they ate, Kotallo focusing on her while her eyes jumped around the room every few minutes. He knew she was ready to be away from the prying eyes as he was too, but they sat there even after their food was gone and the sun began to disappear, waiting for the Commander to make his grand appearance again.
By the time he did appear the moon was well lit in the sky and a cold chill took over the atmosphere. Him and a few of his guards sat across from the couple and spread a map out across the table.
The map showed nearby locations of rebel camps and outposts, even showing a route where they patrolled by the Bulwark. Y/N was relieved that they were actually talking shop instead of him making passes towards her, but that relief did not last long.
“We will be celebrating the coming of spring tomorrow night. Since you are unaware of our traditions, you will sit beside me during the feast. I shall tell you all about it.”
The muscle in Kotallo’s jaw jumps. The celebration in question was indeed one for the coming of spring, but in Sky Clan traditions the celebration also doubles as a mating ceremony of sorts. They call it that, although it is really just a way for the clan to hook up with whoever they want.
Kotallo knew what he was implying and bit his tongue. Oh, how badly he wanted to lay his claim on Y/N in front of Tekotteh right then and there, but he couldn’t. It was not uncommon for Sky Clan Commanders, especially Tekotteh, to push himself between arrangements of lower ranking tribe members. Especially if the women were his type.
He was known to love getting to people, and Kotallo didn’t want to give him what he wanted and have him increase his efforts.
“As much as it is an honor to be offered a seat at your table, I must respectfully decline.” The Veera is not well-versed in Tenakth culture and their ways, but she is not naïve to the game Tekotteh is playing. “I am happy to stay with Kotallo for the celebration.”
People began to murmur, she hadn’t realized that everyone was eavesdropping on the conversation, though it really didn’t shock her. Of course they would listen in, and now that the conversation switched gears, she had a feeling this was going to be the talk of the settlement.
“You would rather choose this cripple?” The Commander sneers, gripping the edge of the table tightly, as he could not believe what he was hearing.
Y/N was using all of her restraint to not lash out, but her patience was wearing thin. “I prefer courage to cowardice.”
He scoffed in disbelief, jumping from his seat to gesture at Kotallo’s left arm. “He’s maimed! His company would not leave you satisfied!”
Staring up at the Commander with a flat expression, she spoke loud enough for people in the nearby vicinity to hear.
“He has on every other occasion.”
Kotallo’s eyes widened slightly at her statement. He had not expected her to claim her involvement with him, especially in front of Tekotteh.
“So, again, I must respectfully decline.” She also stood from her seat, straightening her armor out. “And if you would excuse us, our visit does serve a purpose and we won’t fulfil it without rest.”
The two held eye contact for a few long moments before the commander huffed and ordered a young warrior to escort them to their quarters. Y/N had followed the warrior first, with Kotallo flicking his gaze between his Commander and his lover before trailing after her.
He was proud of her for standing up to Tekotteh, but he was worried that he would take that as a challenge and respond more… harshly in order to get what he wanted. The thoughts running through his head plagued him the entire walk to their tent, completely disregarding any of the conversation spoken between the Veera and the young warrior escort.
…
The warrior held the tent flaps open for the couple, allowing them to enter before bidding them a good rest and scurrying off. It was a cute space with a lot of the telltale signs of the Sky Clan scattered about. Y/N had walked around the room to look at all the details while Kotallo began to mindlessly strip out of his armor, garnering the attention of his lover, who immediately took notice of the faraway look in his eyes.
“What is it?” she walked up behind the man, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pressed her chest against his back.
He glanced down over his shoulder to look at her before lowering his head with a sigh. “Tekotteh won’t let this go. Not any time soon. I don’t doubt he’ll keep trying to pursue you when given the chance.”
Pulling out of her embrace he sheds the last bit of armor he had, leaving him in just his pants, and sat on top the bed, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow propped against his right thigh.
“I know,” Y/N began with a shrug. “I’ve dealt with men like him before, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” With a shake of his head, Kotallo looked up at her. “That’s not my concern. It’s just –.”
He let his sentence hang in the air and Y/N could see those old doubts creeping back in. “What? You think I’d go for Tekotteh’s alpha male displays?” That causes him to scoff. “No. I do not. I don’t think he would know what to do with you, even if you did.”
The Veera saw an opportunity to change the pace and put Kotallo’s doubts to rest right then and there and made her move.
“Oh? And you do?” her stomach flipped at the smirk he gave her.
“Mm, perhaps.” Kotallo moved his hand so that it was laid lazily across his leg, leaning a bit further forward while eyeing his lover.
Tilting her head, an almost feline smile pulls at her cheeks. “Prove it.” The Marshal straightened his back and held his hand up for Y/N to grab while he spread his legs invitingly.
She took his hand and allowed him to pull her in so that she was standing between his thighs, holding eye contact with her lover as she slowly climbed onto his lap, her legs trapping him from either side.
Kotallo’s hand rested on her lower back, shivering under the feather-light touch of Y/N’s hands trailing up his chest before stopping at his face, holding him in place as she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his for a few silent seconds.
Her lips replaced her forehead as she trailed kisses down the bridge of his nose, pausing over his lips. Kotallo closed the distance, kissing her softly at first before gradually increasing the intensity. His mouth parted her own quivering lips with so much fervor that she felt dizzy.
His tongue swept across Y/N’s bottom lip before slipping inside, all the while his hand begins to slide under the fabric of her undershirt. Her veins felt like they were on fire, her heart pumping nothing but pure heat at the sensation he was giving her. She was sure that she would pass out from it all but was saved by the Marshal pulling away to rid her of her top.
As soon as her torso is bare, he wastes no time in pressing his lips to the base of her throat, dragging them down her sternum to take a peaked nipple into his mouth. A breathy sigh escaped her, and her hips roll against him reflexively, unintentionally making Kotallo pull a sharp breath from between his teeth. The Veera smirked at the response, humming when he turned his focus to her other nipple while rolling her hips once more.
“You keep that up and this will be over before it’s started.” Kotallo’s voice vibrated against her chest like a bass, looking up at his lover from under his lashes.
“Consider this an exercise in control.”
Huffing out a laugh the Tenakth reaches between them, pulling his already hard cock from the confines of his trousers and rubs the head against her core. Y/N bit her lip before lifting herself up from his lap just enough so he could align himself with her as he began to push in gently.
The couple maintains a heated gaze, watching the other’s expressions like a hawk, wanting to drink it in as Y/N slowly seated herself back onto his thighs. Only, Kotallo gripped her hip to stop her when she was halfway, keeping her still to feel him stretching her, to let her feel the burn beginning in her thighs. While he held her there, he bared his teeth and claimed her throat, and then her breasts.
He relished in the sounds of her soft whimpers, feeling her legs beginning to shake on either side of his thighs. He groaned at the feeling of her nails latching onto his shoulders and decided to finally move. All in one motion, he pulled her down and snapped his hips upward, burying him to the hilt. The movement was so fast it knocked Y/N forward with a loud gasp, having to steady herself with the help of his shoulders.
Kotallo paused long enough for her to adjust before setting a steady, deliberate pace. With each thrust he made the tension in her body increased, the coil in her tummy winding up tightly with an unbearable ache. Her nails raked across his shoulders, causing his hips to falter with a groan. He had thrusted into her harder than he had intended, too focused on the sting of her nails in his back and the pleasure it brought him.
He withdraws almost entirely, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “No, no, no.” Y/N’s voice was breathless, her chest heaving harshly as though she had been running for hours. She tried moving in order to chase after the fleeting orgasm, but his grip was like that of Oseram steel.
“Easy.” He muttered with a heavy breath, smirking when his lover glared down at him with her beautifully flushed face. “Why?”
“Consider it an exercise in control.”
Y/N whined and when he shifted slightly below her, she began to beg. “Please, please, please…” she trailed off with almost unintelligible whispers, wiggling her hips for good measure. He snapped his hips up and she cried out in euphoria, mind and heart racing at a dizzying speed as Kotallo fucked her harder – faster than before.
The rolling of Y/N’s hips became hurried, whimpering when she felt the telltale pulse of those inner muscles that came before the wave of pleasure came crashing down on her. Kotallo moaned when he felt the first pulse and then he swore under his breath when the next one came. Her walls were tightening around him, almost fluttering.
“Shit,” her mouth fell open, hips stuttering as those inner muscles squeezed again. Once. Twice. Before the coil snapped, sending her well over the edge of no return. A loud cry left her as she dropped her head on her lover’s shoulder. The intensity of her orgasm boiled Kotallo over, spilling his seed into her with a low moan of, “Ah, fuck.”
They rode through their high and once the sensations calmed Kotallo felt Y/N’s entire body twitching as well as a few tears on his shoulder. With a soft smile he pressed a sweet kiss to his lover’s shoulder, brushing his thumb over her hip bone to help her recoup.
“I wonder if Tekotteh’s spies will include this in their report. The walls around here aren’t exactly built for… well.” Y/N mumbled against his skin, chuckling when she felt her smile before pulling her back to look her in the eye.
“Does it bother you?” From what she had told him about the Veera, they were a little more private when it came to their couplings. At least in comparison to the Tenakth. He did not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way.
“No…” she began, “I kind of wish I could be there to see Tekotteh’s face, actually.” Kotallo gave a bolstering laugh and Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her heart full and nearly bursting.
…
The next day the couple went to find Tekotteh to begin aiding their clan, at least that was what they thought they were going to be doing. Turns out, Tekotteh found a way to keep them from actually helping with rebuilding and fighting back against the rebel camps. They were given the duty of training the young warriors of the Sky Clan, which Y/N didn’t mind, but she could tell the Commander was trying to keep them away from him.
Kotallo took on the older children, who were the more experienced warriors. While Y/N took the younger ones that were less experienced. She had started them off with easy combinations to use in battle before moving on to defense tactics.
During one of the short breaks, she noticed one of the younger boys being targeted by a larger kid. She could hear him calling the younger boy names, belittling him until the boy snapped at the older child.
Y/N took a step forward as the older child backhanded the younger, sending him flying to the ground, but was stopped by Kotallo’s hand stretched out in front of her, giving her a stern look.
“He needs to figure it out himself.”
“That boy is the youngest here. He’s barely able to spar with these kids.” she retorted; her eyebrows furrowed with worry for the child.
“He is Tenakth.”
She watched as her lover stepped away to return to the older kids, calling them over to continue their training. Her heart broke at the thought of not being able to step in, but she did understand why Kotallo told her not to interfere. They come from two walks of life. While her tribe values stepping in for the weak to help them grow, the Tenakth push their weak until their either sink or swim.
Going forward she keeps an eye on the kid. She can’t help it. He reminds her of herself as a child. She was smaller, weaker than the rest of her peers. It took a lot of bruises, bleeding, and losing fights for her to learn the skills she has now. She wouldn’t know half of what she does now without the help from her elders and she wants to return that favor. She sees something in him and knows that the Tenakth would dismiss him entirely if he couldn’t learn, and he deserves a fighting chance.
So, she makes sure to give him extra help, being as subtle as possible. She had spent most of the morning going over those two areas until deciding to have the kids partner up and spar while using these new techniques. She made her rounds without singling him out, only giving him advice once she had made her away to him and his partner.
They had sparred for a good while, so she called for a break, watching as all the kids disperse. All but one. With a frown she approached the young boy who was on his hands and knees in the dirt. She could spot the bruises from a good distance, but the closer she got she saw just how exhausted he looked.
“Don’t give up now.”
She stands over the child, her heart tightening at his glassy eyes when he looks up at her. She can see his lip wobbling, so she continues. “Do not give up. I know you’re hurting. I know you’re tired and I know your heart is stronger than both. You are a warrior. You are Tenakth. No matter what, get up. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how tired or scared, or how badly you might be losing. You get to your feet. Understand?”
The boy nods and gets to his feet shakily, dusting himself off. He turned to join the other kids on their break and Y/N watches with bated breath as the older kid approaches him with a smug look.
She couldn’t hear what was being said, but soon the altercation turned into a brawl. The younger boy was losing. Badly. Y/N stood back alongside the other adults that were watching the fight closely, Kotallo included. Though it pained her to do so, she knew it was his battle.
Kotallo’s eyes flowed between the fight and Y/N. Watching how she reacts to the boy getting knocked down over and over again. The boy was bruised and bleeding, tears streaming down his face as the other kids laughed at him. He looked around, noticing how none of the adults made a move to help. And then he caught Y/N’s gaze.
The Marshal stares out the corner of his eye as his lover gives the child a subtle nod, returning his focus back to the boy, who in turn had set his jaw and pushed himself back up.
He was unsteady on his feet and clearly in pain, but he lifts his chin and returns to fighting position. It surprised Kotallo to see him stand back up but after seeing the prideful expression on Y/N’s face, he understood that she had a hand in his newfound determination.
The bully was unnerved that he got back up, after all he had been quick to fall and stay down. This distraction allowed the younger boy to get a few good hits in. They fought a while longer before the older kid landed a punch that knocked the boy completely out, much to Y/N’s dismay. She was hoping he would be able to make a comeback, but he was already too beat up.
Kotallo had carried the boy to the healer before the couple made their way to the dining area where the feast was being held for the spring celebration. He spoke none of the child, deciding to leave it be, and instead focusing on how his lover’s eyes lit up at the decorated dining area filled with his tribe.
“So, this feast is a celebration of Spring?” Y/N whispered as the couple found a place to sit at one of the many tables filled with food.
“Yes, but it is also a celebration for… well coupling.” He watches as his lover’s eyebrow raises and a smirk pulls at her lips. “Oh? I guess we should join in the celebrations then. I wouldn’t want to disrespect Tenakth traditions.”
Kotallo snorted quietly, “We couldn’t have that, now could we?”
The couple talk amongst themselves as they eat and drink an assortment, occasionally conversing with any tribesmen that sat near them. It was obvious that a few of the Sky Clan did not have the same feelings towards Kotallo as Tekotteh did, which Y/N was thankful for. It was nice seeing him speak to people he hasn’t seen since the last time he was here.
As the night went on so did the drinking and soon the whole area was filled with rambunctious conversations and laughter. It was hard to listen to other conversations with the other’s bleeding into them, but one did stand out to Kotallo, one that made his eyes narrow, and his spine go rigid. He had completely stopped eating to focus in on what the group of people behind them were talking about.
“I’m surprised Hekarro is keeping him as a Marshal, it is a bold move to place trust in a cripple.”
“We can only hope that doesn’t bite him in the ass if he’s left with only the cripple against Regalla’s forces.”
Laughter ensues, causing Kotallo’s blood to boil. Hasn’t he proved himself? Hasn’t he made it known that he is still strong regardless of the loss of his limb?
Y/N felt her lover tense up and when she looked up at him, she could practically see the anger rolling off him in waves. It hurt her to see him like this and to hear his own tribe saying disrespectful things about him.
Wrapping her arms around his waist she leaned against his left side before nuzzling her face into his neck, turning her head up slightly so she could press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. She wanted him to know that she was here and that she understood what he was feeling right now, but she wasn’t expecting him to snap his attention down to her with his eyes widened slightly.
Displaying affection in public is a big deal amongst the Tenakth as it shows just how committed a couple is to the entire tribe. Kotallo felt his chest fill up with an emotion he really couldn’t place at that moment, his heart actually felt like it was going to take off. Turning so that he was facing Y/N more, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of her head, holding that position for a few seconds before returning to their previous position.
His eyes catch Tekotteh across the room, and if looks could kill… well Kotallo would probably be six feet under. He knew this would send the Commander over the edge and steeled himself mentally for what was about to come. Puffing his chest, Tekotteh bounds over to the couple and stands over the woman, smirking down at her as if she was just going to spread her legs for him in front of the entire tribe.
“My, my, don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight.” Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes as she barely turned to glance at the man over her shoulder. “Why don’t I give you a… tour of how we celebrate the arrival of Spring?” The underlying suggestion caused Kotallo to cringe, but he did not turn to face him. He knew his lover could handle herself, so instead he listened closely to her response.
Yet, she gives none. She only stared blankly at the commander whose smug look slowly fell into one of annoyance as he scoffed from her lack of response. “I’m quite tired of the games, girl. Come spend time with a real man.” His hand reached out to grab Y/N by her upper arm and a switch was flipped.
She stood up from the table with so much force that her plate and mug shook, startling the nearby Tenakth. The vein in her neck was pulsing and she felt like she was seeing red as she flipped around, coming face to face with the commander, her shoulders squared.
Kotallo had turned completely in his seat, watching with bated breath as his lover glared up at Tekotteh.
“Do not touch me.” She seethed, not letting his slight height advantage intimidate her.
“And what will you do, little Veera?”
The Veera stepped closer, almost nose to nose with him, and to Kotallo she looked every bit the warrior he knew her to be. His eyes slid over to Tekotteh’s goons who had moved closer to the commander and stood from his seat as well, yet not interfering.
“Amongst my people, only the weakest men target those who cannot fight back. Only the weak take aim at those who are already wounded.” Though she was not present when he grabbed Kotallo’s freshly wounded arm, she could see what he did vividly, and it made her livid. She bared her teeth to the man and dropped her voice lower. “Touch me, Tekotteh, and I will embarrass you in front of all your people.”
Just like the bully in the training grounds, Tekotteh is unnerved by her and Kotallo could see it plain as day, but he held his ground. Both warriors stood nose to nose, glaring at the other even as one of Tekotteh’s warriors that had approached laid his hand on her.
She had pulled away from him and shoved the warrior back but held her gaze. At this point Kotallo knew that if this kept up, the two would come to blows and cause them more problems that none of them needed, so he intervened.
“I believe we will be taking our leave early. Our assistance seems to not be needed anymore. If Regalla proves to be too difficult to handle, we will return.” Kotallo spoke as diplomatically as possible, practicing as much restraint as he could in that moment. His hand gently gripped her balled up fist and pulled her towards him, not even acknowledging how Tekotteh was looking at them anymore.
“Come,”
It didn’t take the couple long to grab their supplies and hit the road, and once they finally were a good distance from the Bulwark, Y/N let out a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back.
“I cannot stand that pretentious pig. I was so ready to shatter his teeth.”
Kotallo could see her shaking in anger and with a laugh he pulled her into his side by her waist. “I would have given a lot of shards to see that, but I think doing so would have caused a lot of issues if we ever interact with them further.”
Sighing, she leaned her head onto his shoulder. “You’re right… as much as I hate it.”
…
Entering the base, the couple dropped their supplies by the door and made their way to the common area, where Erend, Zo, Varl and Aloy all sat, staring at the duo with a confused expression.
“What are you guys doing back so early?” Erend stood up to greet the warriors, who returned the greeting with tired smiles. Y/N plopped onto a bench and stretched out so that she was laying down across the seat, leaving Kotallo to recall what had happened at the Bulwark with Tekotteh.
“By the forge… Y/N really tore him a new one, huh.” Kotallo smirked, nodding. “I think that deserves a drink!” He hurried off to gather up the group’s mugs and his finest ale, yelling over his shoulder for Zo and Varl to whip something quick up to eat.
The Veera felt her legs being lifted up before being laid back down on a familiar surface. The arm she had covering her eyes dropped down and she smiled lovingly at the sight before her. Kotallo was sitting at the end of the bench, having pulled her legs over his lap with his hand resting on her knee, brushing his thumb across the skin. She focused on the feeling of the repetitive motion and watched his facial expressions as he and Aloy continued to speak about the trip.
Varl was complaining to Zo as to why they had to be the ones to cook whenever the Oseram wanted to drink, while Zo had just pulled him along to gather ingredients, having already decided the quickest thing to make for such an occasion. Y/N thought about their little family and how her life had changed thanks to the fiery red head taking a chance on her and bringing her along.
“Y/N.”
She snapped out of her thoughts with a slight jump, “Food is done.” Kotallo pulled her up just in time for her to see Varl place two plates in front of them and smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t realize I was out for that long.”
“I thought you fell asleep on us.” Erend began, hastily passing the ale around the table before plopping down next to the Veera. “Now that your cat nap is over, tell us again how you chewed up Tekotteh’s manhood and spat it back out.”
#horizon forbidden west#kotallo#horizon zero dawn#kotallo x reader#fanfics#im in love your honor#horizonhub#fanfic#fluffy kotallo
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20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!
Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.
Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.
1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark
* author of color
* steampunk Cairo in 1912
* djinn! magic! murder mystery!
* butch Arab lesbian main character
* devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant
* anticolonial alternate history
2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens)
* trans author
* bi, pan, trans, aro representation
* racially diverse characters
* all female POV characters
* high-fantasy world adventures
3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall
* queer author
* look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH
* contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends
* it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it
* there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book
4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth)
* the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!”
* that is exactly what you get
* slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance
* I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it
* also fucking HILARIOUS
5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston
* queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue)
* bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance
* time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem)
* magical realism
* many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them
6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger
* this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless
* steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious)
* pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it!
* two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F)
* she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger
7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth
* queer author
* historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day
* all sapphic female main characters
* plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story
8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston
* you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again
* the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue
* yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick
* hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life
9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall
* same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest
* bisexual female protagonist
* absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials)
* sweet and surprisingly thoughtful
10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey
* genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color
* almost all main characters are brown people!
* lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world
* gods, prophecies, monsters
* the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor
11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz
* nonbinary (they/them) author
* time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale
* will probably make your head explode
* feminist, queer, subversive
* diverse characters
12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee
* queer author
* technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s
* bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color
* (mis)adventures across Europe
* has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist
13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper
* nonbinary/genderqueer author
* M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached)
* HECKING HILARIOUS
* sweet, escapist, and very low stakes
* diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder
14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee
* PIRATES, obviously
* sequel to Gentleman’s Guide
* asexual female protagonist
* strong queerplatonic f/f friendship
* more historical/magical 18th century adventures
15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony
* Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me
* but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?!
* gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle
* people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh
* endgame M/M romance for the main character
* books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above
16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith
* queer author
* heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures
* The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians
* Pansexual Black badass female heroine
* Queer found families
* The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)
17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon
* epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world
* main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard
* sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings
* so many strong women and characters of color
* no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”
18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller
* likewise one you have probably heard of but still
* a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings
* M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus
* reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)
19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley
* all-female apocalyptic space opera
* messy messy antiheroines
* grimdark war fantasy
* queer sci-fi drama
20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk
* author of color
* M/M romance
* main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma
* gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England
* strong sibling relationship
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Lucifer? I Shrunk the MC…
I thought of the title and was like, “And I’m gonna not do anything with that?” Experimenting with format. Feel this one is a hot mess but, oh well, it was fun to write and that's what I care about.
Scene:
Satan scrambles around his room, knocking over stacks of books and flinging others this way and that. All the while he can't quite stop himself from rambling, "Okay, don't panic. I know I can fix this. I have a spellbook around here somewhere… No, not this shelf… Hold on."
Meanwhile, MC is sitting on the pillow to his bed, practically engulfed in it because they're now only 3 inches tall. The result of yet another enchanted book mishap. This time it was an old tome left on the ground that they happened to trip over. As they watch Satan shuffle urgently through his bookshelves, they sigh and prepare themselves for yet another misadventure. It took five days for the last enchantment to wear off so they may as well get comfy…
"Take your time…"
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Lucifer
His immense displeasure about the whole debacle cannot be understated.
Honestly, why doesn't Satan take better care of his things?? He should at least try to keep the powerful items out of the walkways!
Gets into a 3 hour screaming match when he sets Satan's punishment as giving a fourth of his book collection to the school library. Fully expects to find his things "mysteriously" cursed for the next few months.
He does find tiny!MC pretty amusing though.
If he thought they were fragile and helpless before well… now they can hardly lift a fork.
Makes triple sure that his brothers understand that if they're not careful with them, punishments will be extra severe.
Quadruple sure with Mammon.
Doesn't mind carrying tiny!MC places, mostly on his shoulder.
Lets them whisper jokes and funny asides in his ear during particularly dry meetings.
Mammon
First, he laughed because this shit is funny. Not only did Satan fuck up but the MC is now the size of his index finger! He could punt them like a paper football! (not that he ever would)
Next, he immediately starts trying to figure out how to use their new size in his schemes. He's talkin' infiltration baby!
Whether or not tiny!MC goes along with his less-than-legal ideas, he sort of loves that they're so small now anyway.
1) He can carry them around on his head or on his shoulder which is just convenient AND highlights that they're his to other people even more.
2) Watching them trying to do normal things is just hilarious! They get winded from just trying to use a pencil to write a sentence on normal sized paper.
3) Will never admit it, but the feeling of their tiny little arms hugging his cheek is one of those things he never knew he needed until now.
Leviathan
Almost choked on his drink when Mammon plopped tiny!MC on his computer desk.
It was like someone made a little figurine of them! But this one could also walk around and say nice things to him!!
A little disappointed that it's practically impossible for them to play games like this, I mean they're smaller than the controllers.
Totally makes up for it by getting them to pose with his figurines. He never thought he'd be able to get a snapshot of MC and Ruri-chan together like that! It almost makes his figure look life-sized! If only…
Lays a pillow on his lap and lets them nap on it while he games. Can never bring himself to wake them up so he'll stay in place long past the point of being comfortable just so they can sleep soundly.
Didn't notice he accidentally knocked them over into a Beel-sized popcorn bowl (which is more like a popcorn cauldron) while they were having an anime marathon. It took five minutes to hear their little shouts and he had to fish them out. Thanked their father that Beel hadn't actually joined in that night because they may have been gobbled up….
Satan
Is really, truly, genuinely sorry that he shrunk the MC...still thinks it's bullshit that he has to give away his books though.
Tries to make up for his mistake by helping them with whatever they need. He'll take notes for them in class, prepare finger food so that they have more manageable portions, and does all the "heavy lifting" for them when he can.
Continues to assure them that the spell is only temporary but also consults Solomon and pours over as many books that he can find on the subject just to make sure. He loses a bit of sleep over this.
Is the first to step in if he feels like his brothers aren't being careful enough around them. He already feels terrible that he got them into this mess, the last thing he wants is to see them get hurt over it too.
Treats them extra gentle, like they're made porcelain, the entire time. He won't hold them with a clenched fist so he lets them sit or lounge on his palm when they travel.
Chucked Levi out a window and into a tree after he heard about the popcorn incident.
Asmodeus
Adores tiny!MC, they're so freaking cute like this!!
Takes it upon himself to help them with the more intimate things, like how are they going to bathe or change clothes??
Goes out and buys a bunch of doll furniture and tiny outfits like this whole thing won't just wear off in a few days.
Pretty much sets up a little dollhouse in his room for them to use when they just want to be around things their own size.
Takes a shit ton of pictures though, them trying on the outfits, using the furniture, just being super smol and adorable, it doesn't matter he is all over this!
Lives for tiny kisses. It's like getting brushed by a feather on your cheeks, nose, and fingers!
Beelzebub
Would die for tiny!MC in a heartbeat and is not ashamed to admit it.
He saw them happily chowing down on a grape about the size of their head and that was it. He was done. Ready sign his life away to this bite-sized human being.
Loves to bring them tiny snacks or break off a piece of what he's eating and watch them try to eat it. All food looks so much bigger in their little hands that he briefly considers having Satan shrink him too. Belphie talks him out of it, something about the blackhole in his stomach collapsing in on itself...
Was really cautious with them at first, though, considering he was already a lot stronger than they were to start with and suddenly they got a lot more fragile. But the MC eventually assures him that they have faith he won't hurt them.
Still the most anxious of the brothers about it. He always makes sure to watch where he's going, triple check beneath his feet, and slow the pace of his eating down enough to process what goes in his mouth BEFORE it gets there.
Is also glad he wasn't there for the popcorn incident. And got Levi out of that tree.
Belphegor
Very conflicted about it honestly. On one hand, they're too small to sleep with anymore. He could roll over and suffocate them. But on another they're just so… cute.
...And so terribly easy to mess with now. He could knock them over if he blows hard enough, never mind poking them.
One morning he was feeling particularly malicious and put their little shoes at the other end of the dining room table. That amounted to like a two-mile jog for them. He couldn’t help but laugh at their tiny fists hitting his palm when they finally got there.
After Satan cursed his favorite pillow to scream every time he put his head on it he stopped being so mean.
Made up with the MC by sacrificing some of his pillow stuffing in order to make them a tiny bed he could carry around. If he couldn't sleep with them, he could at least sleep near them.
When that wasn't enough they made him do laps around the House with Beel. It was around the time that he was about to collapse into the flowerbeds that they found Levi dangling from that tree. He'd have laughed if his sides weren't already splitting… So much... running...
#obey me#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me luficer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#honey i shrunk the kids?#poor satan
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The Perfect Pair (My Hero Academia)
Primary Universe
Finally, an excuse to write a Todoroki/Kirishima fic! I’ve been looking for a way to make this happen since Todoroki admitted he wanted to tickle Kiri a while back, and now here we are! Wishes coming true all around! Enjoy! ^^
22. “I think I’m stuck…”
30. “Are you crazy? I can’t last that long!”
You’ll notice for the numbered prompts I didn’t use the exact quote, but a variation thereof. This was to help prevent repetitiveness as well as maintain believable story flow. They’re still in the fic, just not word for word.
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“Kirishima?”
“Ah! T-Todoroki!”
The sight was an amusing one, to say the least. Todoroki had been on his way to the dining room for dinner when he heard a loud crash from the laundry room, followed by a curse. Obviously he went to make sure everything was all right, and when he stepped into the small, warm room, he found the redhead wedged between washing machine and dryer, titled to the side as though he were trying to reach something that had fallen behind the machines.
“Are you all right?”
Kiri grinned sheepishly. “Oh, y-yeah, I just lost a shirt back here and I’m trying to get it.”
“What was that noise?”
“The lid of the washing machine tried to break my hand. Thank goodness I have a hardening quirk.”
Todoroki stepped further into the room, the swinging door sliding shut behind him. He saw a small basket full of clothes on a chair to his right, while Kiri grunted and scooched even further between the machines to retrieve his fallen article of clothing on his left. “Do you need assistance?”
Kiri’s eyes lit up suddenly. “Hey, can you make, like, an ice hook or something so I can reach it?”
Todoroki complied without question, handing him the new creation. “Didn’t you bring hangers?”
“Didn’t think I’d be losing a shirt behind the washing machine today.”
Within moments, the shirt had been retrieved and tossed into the basket by the door, and Kiri handed the ice hook back to Todoroki.
“What am I supposed to do with this now?”
“I don’t know, melt it? I don’t think it’ll last long in here anyway.”
Todoroki searched for a trash can, found it, and melted the hook over top of it. “Done.”
“Great. Now, maybe help me get out of here?”
When the half-and-half hero turned to look at him again, he saw that the redhead was trying to wiggle his way out from his spot between the machines, but with little success. “Kirishima?”
Kiri couldn’t help but laugh at his own predicament. “I’m stuck, man. Help a friend out, would you?”
Todoroki silently moved to help as requested, grabbing Kiri’s left arm with one hand and hooking his other under the redhead’s right arm, tugging.
“Ah! Wait, wahahait!” The giggling caught him off-guard, and he stopped. Kiri glanced at him with another sheepish smile. “S-Sorry. I’m really ticklish there.”
Todoroki froze, staring at the redhead, feeling blood rushing to his cheeks. He swept his eyes over his classmate briefly, assessing the situation fully for the first time, then swallowed.
“Whoa, hey, you all right?” Kiri asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You’re turning all red. Are you…” The hardening hero paused. “Are you blushing?”
“I…” Todoroki swallowed again. “I-I…I’m sorry. Here.” He shifted his one hand so it was grasping Kiri’s right shoulder instead. “Let’s try this.”
Kiri eyed him curiously, then nodded. “Sure.”
Together they worked to try and get him out, but he was wedged in tight, and he only moved a couple of inches. All the while Todoroki’s eyes kept straying to his open torso as he pulled, until finally he gave in to the urge. As soon as it was clear Kirishima really was stuck good, he pulled his left arm above his head and scribbled his fingers in his wide open underarm.
Kirishima jerked, laughing, trying to squirm as much as possible. His free hand grabbed onto the washing machine frantically. “Ahahahahahaha! Whahahahahahat--?! Why are yohohohohohou--?!”
Todoroki felt something rise up in him, and he broke into a small smile, traveling down to Kiri’s ribs.
The redhead cackled. “Todoroki, wahahahahahahait! T-That tihihihihihickles! Stahahahahap!” But even as he giggled and squirmed, both he and his attacker noticed he was starting to finally get free of his laundry machine prison. The half-and-half hero let his fingers skitter to the space between Kiri’s shoulder blades, and Kiri arched his back with a squeal. “Ahahahahahahaha, not thehehehehehere! Crap, why – plehehehehehehease, nohohohohohohoho!” He laughed and struggled so hard he finally managed to get one leg free, and after that the redhead shoved himself out the rest of the way, sending them both sprawling into the opposite wall. Todoroki let him go, and the two of them stood there in silence, Kirishima catching his breath.
Todoroki spoke first. “Sorry.”
Kiri looked at him, a confused smile on his face. “Why? It worked, didn’t it?”
“I…” The icy-hot hero averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat up in another blush. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Hey, it’s all good, man. Really. You do know I like being tickled, right?”
Todoroki was growing so flustered he couldn’t take it anymore. He let it all out in a rush. “Yes, I do know. That’s why I’ve wanted to tickle you for a really long time and so when I found you like that and you said it tickled I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry, I just really wanted to – but I know it might be kind of weird, so—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down,” Kirishima said, looking at him with a softer gaze now. “Why would it be weird?”
“Because…I…I like it. Tickling my friends.”
“And that’s somehow worse than liking being tickled by your friends because…?”
Todoroki paused, his brain feeling like it was a broken record player, stuck in the same loop. He hesitated. “Because…not everyone likes it, and I don’t know how someone feels about it until afterward, when the damage is done. Except for a couple of people. Like Ba-uhh, I mean, Midoriya, and Kaminari. And – and you.”
Kirishima broke into a grin, his eyes going wide. “Dude, Bakugou? You’ve tickled Bakugou?”
Even more color pooled in Todoroki’s cheeks. “I…y-yes, a couple of times.”
“More than once?” Kirishima laughed. “That’s hilarious! He never said anything!”
“I don’t think he particularly enjoys it,” Todoroki admitted.
“He doesn’t, unless he’s comfortable around you.”
“I don’t know that he is.”
“Sure he is. He keeps hanging out with you, doesn’t he?”
“We kind of have to.”
“Nuh-uh. I’ve seen you two hang out together outside your extra training sessions.” Kiri nudged the flustered half-and-half hero. “He likes spending time with you, man. He’ll just never admit it. But back to the matter at hand. It’s not a bad thing to like tickling people. It’s fun to make your friends laugh, right?”
Todoroki kept his eyes lowered. “Yeah.”
“Dude, don’t make me turn the tables here.”
“What?”
“I’ll make you laugh if you don’t stop being so down on yourself about this.” Kirishima grinned, and Todoroki was suddenly very aware of his position against the wall, with the redhead in front of him, blocking his exit. “It’s okay, Todoroki. Really. We’re kind of the perfect pair, if you think about it. You like tickling people, and I like being tickled. We were destined to be friends, don’t you think?”
The icy-hot hero offered a small smile. “Yes, I suppose we were.”
“I see that smile,” Kiri teased, pinching his sides. Todoroki made a small noise in the back of his throat and grabbed Kiri’s wrists. The redhead chuckled. “One thing Bakugou did mention was how insanely ticklish you are. I wonder if that’s true, or if he was just exaggerating.”
“It’s – it’s t-true,” Todoroki gasped, smiling uncontrollably now, trying to push Kiri away. “Please, Kirishima…”
“The only way you’ll get out of this is if you let yourself have fun and tickle me instead. Making me laugh is your only way out of this room.”
“I-I could…juhuhust run by yohohou,” Todoroki managed around the first giggles, squirming even more when Kiri started to pinch upward, toward his underarms.
“No you can’t. Because I’m standing between you and the door. So as long as you’re not tickling me, I’ll be tickling you. Kind of hard to run away when you’re helpless with laughter.” Kirishima was dangerously close to one of his hot spots now, and Todoroki felt that familiar feeling rise within him, stronger this time. “Right?”
“Right,” he growled playfully, suddenly tackling Kiri to the floor of the laundry room, hooking his fingers in his ribs and drilling. The redhead burst into surprised laughter. “Ah, there’s my ticket out of here. I made you laugh. Although, now I kind of don’t want to stop.”
“Thehehehehehere you go!” Kirishima squealed, curling up instinctively. “Embrahahahahace it, Tohohodorokihihiehehehe!”
Todoroki felt a warmth inside of him like he hadn’t felt for several weeks. The realization that this was okay, that no one thought lesser of him for liking this, for enjoying making his friends laugh. No one who knew had bad-mouthed him about it; not Deku, not Kirishima, not even Bakugou. With every person he opened up to, every friend he drew laughter from, he felt more and more at ease with this side of himself. It was so freeing, having friends like this. He was so grateful he couldn’t form the words to express it.
“You know what?” Todoroki grinned, rolling Kiri over so he was flat on his back and then straddling his waist. “I think I will embrace it. Especially since I know you like it as much as I do.”
“G-Good for you!” Kiri giggled, his praise genuine. “So, should I be worried? Are you a tickle monster like Bakugou? Or a gentle, teasing tickler like Mina? Maybe somewhere in between?”
“I suppose we’ll find out.” With that, Todoroki shoved his hands into Kiri’s underarms, smiling at the shriek he got in response, followed by bright, bouncy laughter.
“Y-Yohohohohohou cahahahahan be mehehehehehean with me!” Kiri declared through his cackling. “I cahahahahahan tahahahahake it! My rehehehehecord is ahahahalmost an hohohohour!”
Todoroki stared at him in shock, but managed to keep tickling. “An hour? When were you ever tickled for an hour?”
“Bahahahahahahahahakugou!”
“Ah.” Somehow, no more explanation was needed. “Well, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go quite that long.”
“Thehehehehehen stop tahahahahalking and gohohohohoho crahahahahazy!”
Todoroki paused, smirked, slid his hands back down to Kiri’s ribs, and kneaded deeply. “All right.”
“GAH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! W-WAHAHAHAHAIT, WAIT, M-MAHAHAHAHAYBE I SPOHOHOHOHOKE TOO SOHOHOHOHOHOON!! TODOROKI!!”
The icy-hot hero said nothing, merely smirking down at his suddenly desperate friend, watching how his face went from smug confidence to panicked excitement in the blink of an eye when he realized his tickler wasn’t going to leave that spot.
“N-NO, TOHOHOHODOROKI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE – STOP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!! TODOROKI!!”
So ice fingers really do make it tickle more, Todoroki thought, feeling a surge of wicked confidence. Interesting. Never could get an answer out of Kaminari on the matter.
“TODOROKI!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! N-NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHEHELSE BUT THERE!!” Kiri screamed with laughter, his head tossed back and mouth wide open as wave after wave of hysterics escaped him. “PLEASE, IT TIHIHIHICKLES – PLEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! I TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT BACK I CAHAHAHAHAN’T LAHAHAST THAT LOHOHOHOHOHONG!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Todoroki couldn’t help but be a little evil. “You said I could be mean with you, Kirishima. I’m merely giving you what you wanted. Your record’s an hour? What if I try to set the record for breaking you the fastest?”
“AH!! YOU’RE CRAHAHAHAHAHAHAZY!!” Kirishima squealed, but it was obvious the idea thrilled him. “YOUR FIHIHIHIHIHINGERS ARE COHOHOHOHOLD!! IT’S SOHOHOHO MUCH WORSE – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Todoroki experimentally switched to raking up and down his ribs, which got an even better reaction than he was hoping for. Kirishima’s laughter flew out of him, loud and uncontrollable, and he thrashed and kicked his legs desperately, trying to push him away. “Hmm. Good technique, I see. How long can you take it, I wonder?”
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!! I CAN’T I CAN’T – PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAP MAHAHAHAHAHAKING YOUR FINGERS SO COHOHOHOHOHOHOLD!!”
“Now you’re asking me to stop being myself? That’s rather rude, Kirishima.”
“YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK I KNOW YOU CAHAHAHAHAHAN CONTROL IT!!” Kirishima was laughing so hard at the nonstop tickling on his ribs combined with the freezing, tickly effects of Todoroki’s ice fingers that mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, though. Why should I stop when you like it so much?”
Kiri squealed. “I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHAHACK FOR THIS!!”
“Threatening me now?”
“AH!! NO!! NONONONONO WAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Kirishima’s laughter reached entirely new heights when Todoroki leaned down to start nibbling on his ribs through his t-shirt. The redhead finally started to sound desperate – almost panicked – as the wildest, most hysterical reactions Todoroki had ever produced from anyone burst from the redhead beneath him. “GOD STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEASE TOHOHOHOHODOROKI I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!! YOU WIN!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! IGIVEIGIVEIGIVEPLEASESTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Todoroki stopped immediately, hearing the desperation in Kirishima’s voice. He climbed off of him and rubbed his shoulder gently. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it so far.”
“S-Stohohop apologizing,” Kiri said through a giggly wheeze. “Thahat was fuhuhun.” He rolled over and looked up at his attacker through watery eyes. “Didn’t you have fun, too?”
Todoroki couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I did.”
“Then everything’s fine, because we both had a blast. Like I said, we’re the perfect pair.” Kirishima sat up with a groan with Todoroki’s assistance, then glanced up at the washing machine. “Guess I should actually start doing laundry now.”
“Just don’t get stuck again.”
They both got to their feet. Kiri grinned. “If I do, I’ll just have you tickle me out again.”
“Careful, Kirishima,” Todoroki teased, feeling completely at ease and in his element after the fun they’d just had. “Every time I have to tickle you out of being stuck, I’ll use my ice fingers on you as punishment afterward.”
At this point, both boys were smiling widely at each other, enjoying the ease with which they could banter about this topic. It felt so good to both of them; especially Todoroki. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could be fully himself around someone. Kirishima really did bring out the best in people. They really were the perfect pair.
“Somehow, I think I can live with that.”
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