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Broken Promises - Part 2
Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader
Anon request: I wanted to make a request for an angst by Charles Leclerc, where they have an argument because he has been very distant but he doesn't want to accept it and end up saying hurtful things without knowing how to fix things later.
I took this request and ran with it deciding it would be a good continuation of this fic
Warning: mentions of crash, ICU and hospital stays. Angst with a sweet ending.
The evening spent with Max had been amazing, if you were being honest you dreaded going back to your apartment to the loud noise and people and just wanted to spend it by the ocean with him. He managed to convince you…or maybe it was the birthday cake that was waiting. It was definitely the cake.
He led you back to your apartment and you managed to sneak back in, Arthur and Lorenzo had kept your guests entertained and told them you needed a moment. Turns out the break was exactly what you needed, and of course you were still mad at your brother but it didn’t matter tonight. You smiled as Max brought out your cake and you made a wish before blowing out your candles. The pair of you cut a slice to save to enjoy later when all of your guests had gone for the night.
The next morning you woke up to a text from Charlies and your bad mood started all over again.
Charlie: I hope you enjoyed the night, Arthur and Lorenzo said it was good. I’m so sorry once again.
You didn’t care for his apologies. You were done with him and his promises.
He must have seen that you’d opened his message but didn’t reply because the next thing you knew his caller ID was lighting up your screen.
“What?”
“Is that any way to speak to your brother, sœurette?”
The tone of his voice just irritated you in a way only one of your brothers could. How could he speak to you like that after how he treated you yesterday.
“What do you want, Grand frère?” You almost spat the pet name you use for him.
“I told you I was sorry, y/n. Did you have a good time?”
“No, Charlie. I didn’t. I wanted you there. You promised me. Arthur and Lorenzo were there and Max. The only reason I didn’t cancel was because he convinced me.”
Charles knew there was no point arguing with you further when you were like this and he’d been beating himself up ever since he’d sent that text; but duty called. He had to work and he couldn’t get out of it, especially with how last minute his team had called him in.
He sighed, “will I be seeing you at the race this weekend?”
“Yes. Unlike you, I keep my promises. I’ll be there, but not for you Charlie. I’m going for Max.”
“Y/n wait-”
You didn’t bother listening to what he had to say, “goodbye Charles.” You hung up, cringing at the use of his full name. You never called him Charles.
Max walked into the kitchen where you were sitting at the breakfast bar and kissed you as he passed. “Was that Charles?”
“Yeah, just asking if I was coming to the race this weekend.”
“You need to for-”
“If you say forgive him so help me Verstappen,” you warned slightly playfully but also not wanting or willing to forgive your brother just yet.
He held his hands up in surrender, “just, don’t give him too much of a hard time, he’s probably been beating himself up over it.”
You knew Max was right, but still he’d hurt you. Two days later as you made your way through the paddock holding onto Max’s hand you decided to forgo seeing Charles, he was probably too busy anyway. You both made your way to the Red Bull hospitality tent avoiding Ferrari and Charles at all costs.
Luck, however, wasn’t in your favor. Charles had heard about your arrival and seen it on his socials. He’d seen you in your Red Bull jacket and baseball cap, not a hint of Ferrari red on you. Usually you’d have a piece of merch from both of the drivers in your life, wanting to support the pair of them; but you knew this would piss him off. This was a final act of defiance to show how much you were still angry with him.
You knew you’d gone too far when you saw a red shirt moving through the crowd of blue. Charles was in your face before you had a chance to react, “Why are you doing this?” your brother asked. You’d never seen him look so angry and hurt; maybe now he’d understand how you felt the last three years. “I’m your brother and you’re not even supporting me, how is that going to look to the fans?”
“To the fans? Is that all you care about? Maybe now you know how it feels to have your own sibling not show up for you. Besides, I’m not here to only support you Charlie, Max is my boyfriend and I support him too. He is just as important to me.”
His face fell, “you know what? I’m done. Do whatever you want y/n but just don’t expect me to be okay with it.”
You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you watched him walk away.
The few people who were around for your argument slowly went back to their business leaving you alone. Charles nearly slammed into Max as he left the tent to prepare for the race.
“Charles?” He called but his friend ignored him. He turned back to see you nearly in tears and rushed to your side.
“What happened?” he asked as he put his arm around you to lead you to somewhere more private, where prying ears couldn’t listen in.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just get you ready for the race, yeah?” You wiped your tears and turned your attention to him.
You made your way to the monitors and placed the headset on your ears, standing with the rest of the Red Bull team as the formation lap began. Then it was lights out.
Max pulled away first, closely followed by Lando, Carlos and Charles. They battled for first place as they inched round the first corner. It always made you nervous seeing your brother so close to the other drivers but thankfully they made it through unscathed.
You could tell Charles was driving aggressively, the way he inched closer to the McLaren’s on the corners and pushed his car to the limit as he overtook them. You watched nervously, trying to focus on enjoying the race, Charles knew what he was doing.
Suddenly, a gasp went through the room and time seemed to go in slow motion as Charles' car clipped the back of Lando's, sending it into a horrific flip. Charles’ car somersaulted through the air before it finally crashed down and skidded to a halt, only stopped by the wall.
Your heart was in your throat as you waited for any signs of life. “What’s going on? Is he responding?” You asked as you all watched on in shock.
“We don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” You called back, you wanted nothing more than to rip the headset off and run to the Ferrari garage. You heard the red flag being called and the cars were called back to the garage, but your focus was on the screens as you watched the medical car rush to the scene.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but Max had made it back and was at your side. He walked you over to the Ferrari garage where you were met with red rimmed eyes as they tried to get any information from the track medics. Max could tell you were in shock. He kept tight hold of you, his touch a grounding presence as you waited for any news.
One of Charles’ engineers made his way over to you and Max as he noticed you standing there. “The medics are with him now, he’s alive but he’s unconscious. They’re working on getting him out.”
You finally let the tears you’d been holding fall. If it weren’t for Max holding you up you would have fallen to the floor right there. The race was called off, none of the drivers wanting to continue after that.
You were in a state of panic, your breaths coming in short painful gasps. You wanted nothing more than to be with your brother. “I need to go with him. Let me go!” You cried.
Max held you tight against his chest, his own face etched with concern for his friend. “We’ll go to the hospital. I’ll get us there, okay? He’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“You don’t know that,” you looked up at him, tears still streaming freely down your face. Your mind was a whirlwind of guilt and worry. The last words you’d both spoken to each other ran over and over through your head. You couldn’t let this stupid argument be the last thing you both said to each other.
When you got to the hospital, the news wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted nothing more than to go into his hospital room and see him sitting up; to be able to tell him how sorry you were and how you hated fighting with him. The news wasn’t good though. Your brother was in the ICU, unconscious and his condition though stable was critical. You sat in the waiting room, your hand in Max’s as you waited for a nurse to bring you back to see your brother.
Hours felt like days before a doctor and nurse finally approached you and Max. They updated you on his injuries and you were finally allowed to see him. Your heart broke as you saw him through the window hooked up to various tubes, machines and wires.
You hid your face in Max’s chest as your tears fell once more, not being able to look at how broken he looked. You weren’t sure how you even had any tears left to shed.
“I should have been there for him. I shouldn’t have said those things. He wouldn’t have been driving so recklessly -“
Max cut you off, “we all drive like idiots sometimes, it’s the nature of the sport. This wasn’t your fault. He knows how much you love him.”
You nodded, knowing he was right but the guilt was still there.
“Do you want to go in and see him? I can come with you or stay out here?” Max asked.
You nodded and gripped your boyfriend's hand tighter as you both entered his ICU room. All you could do was sit and wait and pray. Pray for Charles to wake up, pray for a chance to make things right.
You sat by his side, never leaving. You barely slept, your eyes fixed on your brother, willing with everything you had for him to wake up. As the days went by the news was getting better, the machine breathing for him was removed and he was showing signs of recovery, but he still hadn’t woken up.
It was late into the third night when you felt his hand tighten around yours. You thought you had imagined it at first but your heart leapt when his fingers twitched around yours once more and his eyes began to flutter open. You jumped to your feet, tears flowing down your face once more but this time out of relief.
“Charlie?” You called hopefully, your voice thick with emotion.
Charles blinked against the harsh bright lights, disoriented but a small smile came across his lips as his gaze landed on yours.
He coughed weakly, his voice raspy from disuse, “y/n?”
“I’m here. I’m right here, Charles,” you reassured, smoothing his hair back.
He looked at her with a small smile playing at his lips despite everything he’d just been through, “you’re wearing a Ferrari hoodie?”
You let out a shaky laugh, tears still streaming down your face, “couldn’t exactly be representing Red Bull at a time like this.”
He laughed, followed by a groan.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. I am so sorry for everything. For my birthday and the fight…”
Charles squeezed your hand weakly, “I’m sorry too. I should have been there, I promised and the fight at the race…I just wanted your support as well. I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt you.”
“None of that matters now. I’m just glad you’re awake. I just need you to be okay.”
Charles nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll be okay and I promise I will make it up to you,” he held up his pinky which you linked with yours.
You both stayed like that for a moment, your hand clasped in his. Max stood at the doorway happy to see his friend awake and the pair of you making up.
As the doctors finished their checks and left the room, you sat down beside Charles, holding his hand.
“You scared the shit out of me, you know? Why were you driving like a dumbass?”
Charles let out a small chuckle, “not my finest moment, huh?”
“No, but you’re going to be okay and that’s all that matters. We can figure everything else out later.”
Charles nodded, his grip on your hand growing a bit stronger. “Yeah, we will. Together.”
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Together.”
The road to recovery wasn’t going to be easy for him but you knew he’d be back to racing and annoying you in no time. He was going to be okay and you two would work through your issues when he was better. That’s all that mattered.
#f1#formula 1#formula one#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#leclerc!reader#max verstappen x leclerc!reader#mine#beth writes#my writing
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saving me- s.reid
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a/n: fem reader, but as always imagine what you like :)
summary: spencer has to save you before it's too late.
pairing: spencer reid x fem bau! reader
warnings: general cm topics, sexual assault, hostage situation, drugging, the team don't know about you and spencer, injuries, reader gets injured, reader is allergic to opioids, drugs, alergic reaction, knives, guns, reader begs to be killed, spencer shoots someone. (i think that's it, tell me if i missed anything :))
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Another migraine. Another fucking migraine.
Your life was truly a joke.
You sat beside Emily in the car, eyes heavy with pain as you profusely rubbed them, the sunlight from the sky beside you far too bright.
“Y/l/n? Any ideas?” Morgan asked, kicking you softly under the table.
“The unsub will probably be extremely interested in the investigation but they probably won’t bring themselves into it. We’ll end up seeking them out,” you rattled off.
“Are you alright?” Prentiss whispered.
“Fine,” you lied. “Just tired eyes.”
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Spencer’s eyes were on you from the second you’d spoken about your ‘tired eyes’. He was meant to be working up a geological profile, but his focus was completely on you. ‘Tired eyes’, you’d been wearing glasses or contacts all week, you’d been drinking enough liquids, you’d been eating, he assumed you’d slept, you'd been busy most of the week and sleeping at your own apartment instead of his.
What could cause ‘tired eyes’?
“Reid!” Seaver all but shouted in his ear.
“Y-yeah? Yes?” He answered, eyes focusing on the map again.
“Is Y/l/n here?” Rossi asked.
“W-what? No. I thought she went with Hotch and Prentiss,” he hesitated.
“She told them she was with us,” Rossi sighed. “So then where is she?”
“I-I don’t know,” Spencer admitted. “I’ll call her.”
Rossi held up your cell phone and Spencer’s stomach dropped.
“Shit,” he cursed.
“Shit is right,” Rossi nodded.
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It had been 24 hours, you were officially a missing person. You had no idea where you were, someone must’ve drugged you. That hadn’t been a regular migraine. Your head thumped with pain as you struggled against the duct tape around your hands and feet.
“You’re one beautiful girl, aren’t you?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the way he was watching you.
You tried to scream but the duct tape around your mouth made it difficult.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he came closer, into the light. You could see his face. He was a white male, between the ages of 35-40, dad-build, and a sick smirk.
You didn’t fight back, you couldn’t. You didn’t even notice the camera in the corner. You didn’t know that this was being recorded, or live-streamed directly to Penelope. Penelope, who showed it to the team. To your boyfriend.
They were watching the worst moment of your life unfold.
And you had no idea.
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“Guys,” Penelope squeaked. “This j-just came through,” she showed them her laptop and looked away, tears clouding her vision.
“Is that-” Derek started
“Y/n,” Aaron finished for him.
“What about her? Did you find her?” Spencer asked, staring at the group from behind Penelope. “Is she ok?”
The team’s eyes were glued to the screen as Spencer stood there, demanding an answer.
“Guys what?!” he shouted. “Someone answer me!”
“Come here,” Seaver sighed. Spencer stood beside her and watched in horror as the unsub hurt you.
“We have to find her,” he stated. “Now.”
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“Please, please just kill me,” you begged. He’d taken the tape off a while ago. “Please kill me.”
“I’m not a necrophiliac,” he laughed in your face. “I like my girls alive.”
“Fuck you,” you sobbed. Blood, dirt, tears, and sweat coating your skin. “Fuck you!”
“I’m actively trying to fuck you,” he laughed again. You hated him. You hated this. You hated everything.
“Just kill me,” you sobbed. “Please!”
He hit you on the head and you went out again.
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“FBI!” Morgan’s voice rang out through the warehouse. Spencer was hot on his heels, walking ahead of him and ignoring proper protocol. “Reid!” He ran after him.
“FBI! Put the knife down!” Spencer shouted at the unsub holding a knife to your throat. Something had gone wrong. He scanned the room quickly.
“I-I didn’t mean to- I was just-” The unsub stepped away, dropping the knife. “She wasn’t meant to die.”
Die. Dead. You were dead.
Spencer fired his gun without a second thought. He ran over to you and checked your pulse, there but barely.
“Hotch I need an ambulance!” He shouted. “Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up,” he begged. “Please, please, wake up, I need you Y/n. Please.”
“Spencer-” Prentiss started but Spencer silenced her with his own words.
“We’re dating. We have been for a year and a half, don’t you dare tell me to ‘step away’,” he sighed.
The paramedics rushed in, starting you on an IV.
“She’s allergic to opioids,” Spencer rattled off. “She can’t have any opioids.”
“Spencer,” Hotch sighed. “She’s had some already,” Hotch pointed to the vials in the corner of the room and the rusty needle beside them.
Fuck.
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“So when were you planning on telling us?” Derek sighed as they all sat in the waiting room.
“I don’t know, soon-maybe?”
“A year and a half is a long time,” Emily smiled. “Congratulations.”
Spencer nodded.
“Dr. Reid?” The nurse asked. Spencer shot up and out of his seat.
“Yes?”
“Ms. Y/l/n is stable but she is severely hurt. Physically and... mentally. She endured hours of sexual assault and her body and mind reflect that. I suggest someone non-threatening to see her first. Maybe a woman?”
Spencer gulped and nodded. “Emily?”
“Yeah of course,” she nodded, walking behind the nurse as he led her to your room.
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You wanted Spencer. You needed him.
Emily walked in and tears filled your eyes. “Where’s Spencer? Is he ok?”
“He’s fine, they just thought that you’d want someone non-threatening to come in and see you first-” Emily explained.
“Can you go grab Spencer please?” you sniffled. She smiled and nodded, then left the room.
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“Spencer?” Emily called into the hall. “She wants you.”
Spencer had never walked faster in his life.
There you were. Bruises and scratches littering your body and face. Your beautiful face. Your beautiful smile and teary eyes.
“Come here, please,” you whispered. Spencer sat at your side, your hand in his. “Thank you.”
He chuckled sadly. “For what?”
“Saving me. All the time,” you smiled softly.
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Yuji's accumulated Trauma
After Choso's death, I've been thinking about Yuji's reaction to it. At first glance, it looks mature and composed and obviously Yuji doesn't have the time and privilege to grieve. More importantly, Gege didn't give Yuji any panel time to be distraught; his aniki's death scene was over pretty fast. The 3000 Shibuya deaths in conjunction with Nanami's and Nobara's deaths on the other hand had been given more time and more impact afterwards.
The difference in reaction between those two times makes sense in context but, in my opinion, not with Yuji being mature and composed about it.
Because Yuji never got over Nanami's and Nobara's death, he didn't heal from that, instead, he had a negative character arc where the trauma of their deaths affected his world view and mentality in significantly bad ways.
He started to think of himself as a cog in a machine and he also identified with Mahito, the curse who killed both his friend and his mentor figure, a villain and his personal antagonist. Yuji did not overcome Mahito in Shibuya, the story makes us forget that often times. He was marked and changed by Mahito and even though that curse ended up with an extremely pathetic death that didn't mean that he hadn't broken something inside Yuji.
The only time where Yuji constructively dealt with that trauma was in his fight against Higuruma but that was only about his guilt over letting Sukuna kill 3000 people with his body. And it didn't get resolved completely, at least not in a way that would've helped with dealing with Nobara's and Nanaimi's death too.
Yuji is taking that trauma from Shibuya, his feelings of weakness and guilt, and he puts them into believing himself to be a machine that has to follow a predetermined path. Before Sukuna took over Megumi, that meant being suicidal when the situation called for it. Yuji wanted his life to make sense again and dying so Angel would've her wish of seeing Sukuna dead to save Gojo perfectly fit into that.
After Sukuna possessed Megumi, his path and role stayed the same except killing himself directly was off the table but that tendency still exists inside of him. If he were to be presented a way to defeat Sukuna while saving Megumi at the same time where he would die as a result he would take that path immedietaly without hesitation.
Back to Choso's death. In my view, this unresolved trauma and his lack of will to live lead to an unhealthy coping mechanism: thinking of his friends and allies as already dead. We can see that when he asked Megumi if Nobara had survived Shibuya.
He knew that there was a slim chance she survived but it was so low that she was basically dead. When Megumi confirmed her fate, Yuji was prepared for it. Prepared to receive the bad news so instead of crying again he could function like the cog he was supposed to be.
And this Mahito-infused cog mentality still follows him until now. He has to function so his role can be fullfilled and when that means he has to think of his friends as having already been killed so he would never break again then that's what he's going to do.
He did not despair over Choso's death, he despaired because it looked like he was alone and on the verge of defeat against Sukuna. His role was breaking just like his reason to live and I think that this mentality, his negative character arc, will find it's conclusion at the end of the Sukuna fight.
This fight is not the end of the manga, we still have the merger to deal with, there is still a big arc with smaller ones in between coming at us. But for Yuji something big has to happen, probably something pretty bad that has him crushed... at first.
At the end of it, he will finally deal with all his loss and his trauma in a good and healthy way and leave his life as a cog and being a human Mahito behind. Then he might finally shed the tears that were missing in chapter 259.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#sukuna#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#ryomen sukuna#higuruma hiromi#meta#mahito#choso#jjk choso
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Finding out BF!TXT are Supernatual Creatures {headcanons}
Headcanons: Finding out your boyfriend is a supernatural creature
Pairings: Soobin x Gn!Reader; Yeonjun x Gn!Reader; Beomgyu x Gn!Reader; Taehyun x Gn!Reader; and Huening Kai x Gn!Reader
{Stray Kids Version} {Ateez Version}
Warnings: n/a
Requested by: @otakutrash669
A/n: Not me low-key wanting to write full-fics about some of these (mainly Soobin and Yeonjun's)???
There are probably a lot of stories and myths surrounding the Imugi, so I went with one that fit my personal narrative for these headcanons
Words: 2k
Soobin (Fallen-Angel):
Soobin was a guardian Angel who fell by choice.
He wanted to live as a human so he left his duties as a Guardian Angel, but once mortal still had remnant powers.
When he met you, he was drawn to you and felt as though he needed to protect you.
It turns out you were one of his destined souls to protect, but you were left alone when he chose to become human.
He decided to keep an eye on you, and accidentally met you when he saved you from being side-swiped by a car.
You ended up becoming friends, and Soobin ended up falling for you fairly quickly after that.
Not long into your relationship, Soobin decided to tell you about his past and what he was.
You obviously thought he was joking, but he proved it with one of his powers (teleportation).
You were stunned but in awe.
He expected you to feel betrayed or scared, but you weren't.
You trusted him, even after he told you he abandoned you when he became human.
"But you came back to me."
"Yes, I did."
He showed you the rest of his powers, and told you many stories of his life as an Angel.
You become somewhat withdrawn after some time and Soobin grew worried.
After pressing you for answers, you admitted that you felt unworthy of his love after learning about what he was and what he had experienced.
But he reassured you he loved you more than anything and found himself to be the unworthy one.
"I have never been drawn to someone like this. I have never loved as deeply."
You started referring to him as Angel, which to others was just a cute pet-name, but to you two was an inside joke and secret.
Yeonjun (Fox/Familiar):
Surprise! You are secretly a witch, you just don't know it!
The only person who does is Yeonjun.
You met Yeonjun one day when he just showed up at your work place.
He started to linger and you often caught him watching you. You thought he was handsome and mysterious.
Slowly he started to talk to you, and you became friends, but not for long before he asked you on a date. Your relationship grew from there and you started dating.
When you started to spend more time at each others houses, you started to pick up on odd things.
Things you needed or wanting suddenly being nearby. Flickering lights when you get upset.
Yeonjun somehow always knowing when you needed help.
Not to mention a fox you noticed lingering in your yard a lot, who seems to watch you.
"I think I'm being haunted."
"Or maybe its something else."
"Like what?"
"Magic."
You started to think Yeonjun knew something you didn't and grew suspicious.
He began noticing you growing uneasy and figured it was time to tell you.
But one day, it all came to a head when you woke up to find everything in your room floating, including you.
You and all of the objects fell to the ground and you called Yeonjun in fear.
When he appeared faster than humanly possible, you knew he had to know what was going on.
So he explained.
He was a familiar without a witch, and one day he sensed your magic trapped in your body and wanted to help you find it.
He explained everything, and how he had slowly been using his own abilities to draw the magic out of you.
You were confused, and took this as him tricking you, fearing he was only with you for the use of your magic, and that he didn't actually have feelings for you.
Yeonjun admitted that at first he had no feelings for you, but wanted to get closer to your magic.
A familiar without a witch often felt useless and alone, and their magic increases once they bond with a witch.
But he had truly fallen for you early on, and wanted to be with you while helping you to discover your magic.
You weren't sure what to do, so you asked him for some space.
A week passed and you had come to terms with your newfound abilities, and were curious to learn more.
You also found that you missed Yeonjun, even if you weren't sure you could trust him.
But you accepted that he was the only one who could help you. So you reached out.
He was happy and enthusiastic, but you told him you still needed time to decide if you wanted to be with him romantically.
He understood, though was saddened by this.
So, he waiting, while he helped you to discover your magic and acted as your teacher and familiar.
You knew your feelings for him were still prevalent, as were his.
Eventually you gave in and accepted you wanted to be with him.
He was relieved and ecstatic, and promised he would never keep anything from you again.
Beomgyu (Imugi):
The Imugi is a large magical water Serpent, that after 1000 years can choose to become a full-fledged dragon.
However, there was one, who chose to become human instead.
When Beomgyu finally did become human, he adapted very quickly.
You met at school, and thought he was a bit odd, but cute.
He often seemed to be unaware of many simple or well-known things. And often asked a lot of questions.
He told you he had just been sheltered his whole life and you took his word for it. Not asking too any questions for fear of bringing up painful memories.
Yet at the same time, he knew about niche things you had never imagine he would know about.
You became friends and then after a few years, gave into your feelings.
The two of you had only been dating for a short time when Beomgyu decided to tell you what he was.
You thought he was just making a weird joke, but the more time that passed and he didn't reveal it was a joke the more you grew uncertain.
Was he secretly a bit crazy? Was his past more "sheltered" than you thought? Or was he telling the truth?
The last option seemed the craziest of them all, but he proved it to you by showing you the remnants of his past serpent-nature.
Meaning, he grew horns and scales appeared across his cheeks, chest and hands.
You were startled and speechless and he was afraid he scared you.
Honestly you were a bit afraid, but not necessarily of him.
Your world had suddenly been changed in the span of a few seconds, and now you knew magic creatures like serpents and dragons existed.
Once the pure astonishment wore away, you grew curious and exited.
And Beomgyu was more than happy to tell you all about the world he was from. Magic, creatures, and immortality.
He made you promise to keep his secret, which you of course agreed too. Though you sometimes wished you could brag about your magical boyfriend to someone.
Taehyun (Vampire):
So many people on your college campus were attracted to Kang Taehyun.
He was mysterious, attractive, and had an air about him no one could really describe.
He was often called the Siren of the campus.
But, there was only one person he was attracted to. You.
You were weary of him, uncertain if you should trust someone like him.
He could sense this so he was cautious in approaching you, befriending you slowly and delicately.
Eventually you gave into his advances and started to hang around him more.
You learned that he was much kinder and softer than he appeared on the outside.
He was upfront about his growing feelings for you, and though you did not mention your own, you felt the same.
Eventually, just as you did before, you gave in and accepted you had fallen for him.
As your relationship grew, you started to become aware that he was hiding something from you. But you weren't sure what exactly.
Taehyun himself, had begun growing restless.
He wasn't expecting his feelings for you to become so strong. He began wanting a future with you, and the more he realized this was impossible, the more conflicted he became.
Eventually, he grew distant, pulling away, and inevitably breaking it off with you suddenly.
Your heart was broken and you needed to know why but he would not tell you.
One day, when doing a research project for your history class, you were going through past yearbooks of your college. A name caught your eye. Kang Taehyun.
Finding the matching photo you were stunned to see he had not only the same name but the same face as your now ex-boyfriend.
The photo was from over 50 years prior. Was it Taehyun's father? Or maybe grandfather?
The more you thought about it, the more you realized you knew nothing of Taehyuns family apart from a few short stories.
You started to put things together in your mind, and as crazy as you thought you might be, you needed to know.
So you found Taehyun, placed the photo in front of him and waited for him to explain.
He knew he could give you excuses, make something up, but he missed you, and hated how he hurt you. So he gave in and told you the truth.
He didn't need to prove it for you to believe him.
Taehyun explained that he didn't think his interest in you would become what he felt was true love, but he knew you couldn't be together forever unless he turned you or watched as you grew old and die.
You talked for a long time and after some time decide to be together, Taehyun knew he would rather be with you than leave you behind.
He left the choice to you if you would let him turn you, or if you would stay with him for as long as you could, mortal and immortal.
The choice is yours.
Huening Kai (Fairy):
Everything about your relationship with Kai was normal.
He was sweet and beautiful and he thought the same of you.
You always knew there was something ethereal about him but you figured it was just your imagination and his general vibe.
So what if animals seemed to never be afraid of him? And the fact that sunlight seems to sparkle on his skin.
So what if you sometimes saw him out of the corner of your eye and thought he had wings, or some type of halo aura surrounding him. It was just your mind playing tricks.
You called him your Disney Prince and he thought it was cute, but you always noticed a peculiar twinkle in is eye when you talked about these things it him.
One day, when you caught him off guard, you found him standing out in the sun, and the wings sprouting from his back were definitely not your imagination.
You stared at him in awe, watching as the sunlight seemed to absorb into his skin.
When he finally noticed you, everything surrounding him disappeared in a second, as if he shut a light off.
You were stunned, speechless, confused.
He approached you cautiously, afraid to frighten you or freak you out.
He was not expecting you to snap back into reality with a loud "I KNEW IT"
You were relieved to no longer be plague with the thoughts that something was wrong with you. And amazed to know you had been dating a....well, whatever he was.
After asking, Kai explained. He was the son of a fairy and a human. Mortal, but magical.
He shared his history with you, and his magic, and the struggles he had always keeping it from you.
He was warned to keep it a secret, told to by his parents to keep him safe. But he loved you, and wanted you to know, but wasn't sure when or how to tell you.
No that you found out he was relieved he didn't have to hide it anymore.
You ended up meeting with his parents and discussing everything, and you promised that you would never tell his secret, and you would help keep it and him safe.
Thought a bit cautious, his parents finally accepted it, and allowed you to stay with him.
Kai does not quite like his knew nickname 'Fairy Princess' as much as his previous one though.
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Hey Sam, I saw you write about that one-shot of Harry jumping through the veil after Sirius and I wondered if you already published that one somewhere or if you are still writing it? If it’s the latter would you mind sharing snippet?😇 I am really curious now
It is not published. I started it around... fuck, maybe a year ago? So, you can tell, I never finished it. I had only a vague idea of where I was going with it. Then, I had other stories to write and just kind of... never finished it? I don't know if I ever will finish it. It's just been sitting in my WIP folder forever. You guys don't even know about half the stories in that folder just sitting there, collecting dust. I need to get plot bunnies out of my head or else I can't focus on what I'm working on.
Anyway, it's called Looking Glass.
“You’re Harry Potter?” Sirius asked.
Harry nodded. “Yes, my parents are Lily and James Potter. They named you my godfather.”
That seemed completely mental.
“Why would they name me godfather?” Sirius pressed.
Harry swallowed visibly. “Because you and my dad were best friends.”
Sirius wanted to laugh. Him and James Potter were best friends? They fucking hated each other.
“I’m not even friends with James Potter, let alone his best friend,” Sirius said in a soft voice.
The kid jumped back, jerking his limbs away from Sirius as though he had burned him. “Is that what’s different here? Who… whose my godfather then? Wait, am I even alive here?”
Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know but I know the Potters had a baby boy named Harry. Their supposed friend kidnapped the kid and brought him to the Dark Lord fourteen years ago. He murdered the kid, so I’m not sure how you’re here if you really are Harry Potter.”
Harry’s chest heaved. “What?”
Sirius squinted at the kid. “Unless he didn’t murder the kid and you’re the kid… but why would he connect you with me?”
“Sirius, I don’t think I’m meant to be here,” Harry whispered. “I just… I wanted to save you. Do you, do you think my Sirius is here?”
My Sirius.
Sirius stared at the kid like he had never seen anything like him before. The story seemed outrageous. Alternate universes. Him being friends with James Potter and godfather to his kid. It seemed like an impossible life to lead. Except the kid was staring up at him like he expected him to fix things, like he relied upon Sirius.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea,” Sirius whispered, trying to wrap his brain around what was happening.
Harry took a step closer to him, his big green eyes staring up at him. “Will you help me? Will you help me find my Sirius?”
Sirius’ lips parted.
“You’re the only one I trust,” Harry whispered. “No matter what universe I’m in.”
Sirius cleared his throat. “That’s probably not the smartest idea, kid.”
Harry blinked up at him. “Why?”
Sirius don’t know what possessed him to do it. He raised his left arm, pulling up the sleeve of his dress robes. The Dark Mark shined brightly on his forearm, nearly glittering despite the poor lighting in the room. Harry stepped back, his eyes widening at the sight of the Mark.
“Tell me, does your Sirius have the Mark as well?” Sirius asked in a cool tone.
Harry shook his head. “No, he… he hated Voldemort,” he croaked, his eyes snapping up to Sirius’ face. “Why?”
Sirius pulled his sleeve down, not taking his eyes off the kid. “Because it was what was expected of me. Tell me, are the Blacks not aligned with Voldemort in your world?”
Sirius dove head first into the alternate universe explanation. The kid seemed to uniquely trust Sirius in a way he shouldn’t.
Harry only stared at Sirius. “They are… but you weren’t. You ran away from home when you were sixteen. You couldn’t take it anymore.”
Sirius snorted. “Where the bloody hell would I have gone?”
“The Potters,” Harry whispered. “You said you were always welcome at the Potters.”
Again with the fucking Potters.
“What I don’t understand is why I’m even close to the Potters,” Sirius snapped. “You said James Potter is my best mate?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, since you were eleven. You shared a dorm together, along with Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.”
The wheels spun in Sirius’ head. “Wait, I was in Gryffindor?”
Harry frowned. “You mean you weren’t here? Were you…?”
“Slytherin,” Sirius said in a dull voice.
“So, you never became friends with my dad or ran away or, or were named my godfather…” Harry whispered, his voice cracking. “And you joined the Death Eaters? Do you, err, do you believe in all that stuff too?”
Sirius stilled at the question. Truth be told, he never fucking cared about blood status or any of that tosh. But he had been forced to pretend to care. He had hurt people, killed people, all in the name of blood purity because he had no choice.
“No particularly,” Sirius admitted, shoving his hands into his robe pockets.
“Then, why’d you join?” Harry asked, his brows furrowing.
“I didn’t know I had a fucking choice,” Sirius seethed.
Harry swallowed. “My Sirius is part of the Order of the Phoenix.”
Sirius’ face pulled. “For real?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, you were since you left Hogwarts.”
Sirius didn’t know what to say or to think. But for some reason, he trusted the kid was telling the truth. There was some odd pull he felt towards him, almost like he cared for the kid even though he had never met the kid before.
“And you think your Sirius is somewhere in this universe?” Sirius clarified.
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I just assumed because I showed up here that he would have as well.”
The door opened behind Sirius. Harry looked beyond him, his face instantly paling. Feet stomped and Sirius turned around slowly to come face to face with James Potter.
Potter grabbed him by the front of his robes and slammed him against the nearest wall. All the air left his lungs at the rough impact. Harry screamed ‘stop’. Robards only shut the door behind him.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Black?” Potter seethed.
Sirius only saw red. Best friends, his fucking arse. Maybe he should doubt the kid a little more.
“I’m as confused as you are,” Sirius replied through clenched teeth. “Get your hands off me.”
Potter didn’t. He shoved Sirius tighter against the wall.
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so i hadn't been able to watch the elevator scene in its entirety until rn because my stream cut off but oh my god.
i personally found that scene so beautiful and what eric and melissa had initially said about where it left them makes so much more sense ♡
for starters, the location — the elevator. at first, their "spot" in mid-wilshire was the garage, then the parking lot, and now the elevator which i think is a really cool metaphor? elevators go up and they go down, which i think is where they're headed because they have a long journey ahead of them to find their way back to one another (and it won't be easy). it's also where they shared that hug in the last episode and it was something both of them needed so much so it was nice to see this kind of continue.
i loved the intentionally behind the blocking that melissa described in their latest interview. there's something about the way how she's behind him literally tucked away in the corner, how they're not facing each other to when he finally turns to face her.
the song selection ♡
at first there's like this inkling of normalcy with tim saying that she probably saved his life and lucy saying that he had the guy — for some reason it took me back to when she gave him the audiobook and teased him about training for the rematch with nico.
and then he turns to her ... while it wasn't the adult conversation or a heart to heart necessarily, it was such an impactful moment because it's the first time he's acknowledged to her face how badly he messed up and the impact of her still being there for him because he wasn't okay until she reached out and we saw how the weight of everything he was carrying melted away as soon as she pulled him into an embrace.
"[...] and i will spend the rest of my life trying to pay it back in whatever small doses you allow" the choice of words here was something i found really interesting and also what it's tied to? because it has nothing to do with the break up but rather paying back the kindness she showed him when he didn't deserve it.
i had to sit with this for a second but ultimately i think the reason why it's better that those words don't have anything to do with the break up is because it wouldn't have been the right time or place (imo he's not ready to give lucy the answers she deserves) but how she's always been there for him. that kindness goes back to the very beginning and plays such a pivotal part in the foundation of their relationship because it was through that kindness that he was able to come back from a really dark place — along the way she became a voice of reason, comfort, and safe place.
just like she set the boundary of checking in on him even though she was still mad at him, he keeps that boundary by acknowledging that she has the control and autonomy here and it's her decision to accept or reject him trying to pay it back. also the "rest of my life" and "small doses" because of the implication of how this is something that will take time, a lot of time and effort.
lastly, lucy's reaction; how she takes it all in and there's this flicker in her eyes as he says that. she could have easily shut him down all things considered but instead she stays silent. that tentative first step as they both leave the elevator, how she continues to process what that could mean as she walks out too. it's not a no and it's not a yes but it's a start, it's hope.
#the rookie#chenford#the rookie spoilers#it is almost midnight and i should be asleep instead of rambling lmao
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The Tragedy of the CX Troopers and the Missed Opportunity to Teach Us All an Important Lesson
A deeper look into how the CX-Troopers were handled in the Bad Batch and the narrative surrounding them that unfortunately got dropped in season 3
I want to start off by applauding the Bad Batch for the brave attempt to tackle dark topics throughout the series and presenting them in a way that is appropriate for families to watch and discuss with their children. Most of series is successful in being just dark enough to raise tension but to also keep things suitable for a child’s first glimpse into the harsh realities of life. However there still a few places that missed the mark.
The one I wish to cover today is the inconsistent narrative surrounding the CX-Troopers. I’m not here to say it was bad writing per se, but if a dark topic is discussed in a family oriented tv series, it is best to commit adequate time to truly flesh it out so the messaging is clear. Subjective is great in a mature series like Andor, but kids lack the life experience required to read between the lines.
And yes, exposition does make dialogue sound clunky at times, but there is a reason why most cartoons in the 80s had the kind of “The more you know” lesson after each episode. The Bad Batch was no different. Tech’s speech in the Crossing and his encouragement to Omega at the end of Retrieval are perfect examples of this.
In my opinion, there was an opportunity for an important lesson to be learned from the CX Troopers that was brought up but left unfinished. These shadow operatives could have been a way to show the viewer how anyone can be “brainwashed” either by force or by clever manipulation.
One operative in season 2 called himself a “Believer” which seems to evoke he was forcibly submerged into a cult-like indoctrination. It’s also why I prefer to use the phrase “coercive persuasion” or “forced persuasion” instead of brainwashing as they are a more accurate description of the process that has been historically implemented by governments, cults, and captors in order to make good people believe in or do horrible things.
Dr. Hemlock’s use of forced persuasion on select clones to turn them into CX-Troopers is a interesting look into the real world and well-documented cases of brainwashing within fascist regimes; especially in wartime settings. It is common and disturbing tactic implemented in moments of great despair and something that deserves more focus within the narrative if it is to be brought up as a major plot point.
Most of the brainwashing aspects in the Bad Batch were rapidly glossed over probably due to time and budget constraints, and not so much by the dark and disturbing imagery. One can easily get the “idea across” without showing it explicitly. (Like Crosshair having his hand chopped off. We didn’t see it but yeah, we get the gist).
I will say however, that despite the mystery surrounding brainwashing in the CX-Program, one of the more poignant moments was Captain Rex telling a caught CX Trooper that he was still their brother and that they would help him. It was a beautiful show of compassion and introduced new plot element; that the soldiers who undergo forced persuasion could possibly be reached or even saved.
It’s not a stretch to believe that the Bad Batch would take this route given the series had built up “we don’t leave our own behind” as one of the main themes. It would also be safe to say that saving fictional heroes from brainwashing gives us hope that real life survivors can recover from such trauma.
It was one of the many reasons fans were led to believe that the mysterious CX-2 operative could have been Tech or Cody. The focus on this particular shadow operative gave rise to speculation that he was different, that there was something coming to shed light or hope that a lost soldier could be found and rescued; something that would make sense of it were a character we already cared greatly about.
Alas, CX-2 was kept a mystery box that gave no insight to the tragic nature of his existence nor gave us a reason to mourn his death. That is why the battle between the Bad Batch and Hemlock’s Batch of secret operatives felt rushed and incomplete to some viewers. There wasn’t proper time for the story to breathe beyond “One Batch is good, the other Batch is bad.”
There were simply too many dropped narratives throughout the final season that reduced the whole CX Trooper plot to a video game-esque final boss battle. Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing fight, beautifully animated, terrifying, and intense; but nevertheless, it felt hollow because the build-up went nowhere.
At that’s exactly where the narrative around the tragic nature of brainwashing got lost.
It’s important for you to know that I’m not saying the Bad Batch killing these operatives in the final fight was wrong. I’m also not saying that they should have tried to reach out to save these Shadow Operatives in the middle of of a life and death situation. It’s just unfortunate that we were never given a reason to feel anything other than relief that the CX-Troopers were killed.
And yes, this is a show about the Bad Batch and not brainwashed mystery troopers, but I stress, the writing set up these characters and introduced a very dark and disturbing concept to young viewers. With more time and effort spent on the narrative, it could have been an important lesson that applies to real life.
Coercive Persuasion is not a fantasy concept. It is very very real. Sleep deprivation, isolation, abuse, constant interrogation, drugging, shame, and humiliation, are all various means to break down a person’s will and forcibly persuade them into believing anything.
One can simply look to how many people get forced into false confessions by unethical police practices, or those who end up committing atrocities due to cult leader manipulation. A more common and less obvious example is social media outlets designed to spin conspiracy theories; coercing people into believing anything they want, like like the Earth is flat and microchips were put in Covid vaccines. By preying upon people’s anger and fear, these sites cultivate distrust and can lead one to extremist thinking.
This is real world, dark and scary stuff that needs to be handled with serious care and consideration of bringing it into an animated Star Wars series.
So given more time and budget, how could this lesson be shown through the story of the Bad Batch? How could these brainwashed operatives been presented in a way to that is scary but still gives younger audiences a way to sympathize with them?
Shedding more light on a terrifying process would remind us the CX-Troopers are victims and despite their terrifying nature, they still deserve our compassion and empathy. So giving the operatives more of a backstory is a good start.
For Example:
Showing the transformation of at least one of these operatives before the final battle would provide more emotional impact after their demise. Having kids clearly, and not subjectively, understand that under those cool costumes there used to be good men is such an important lesson. It reinforces the narrative that the real villains aren’t these soldiers but the regime that warped their minds and forced them into mindless monsters.
To be clear, this a a family series and I am in no way implying that a clear visual of lengthy torture would be acceptable. There are already hints through Crosshair’s PTSD and that is enough to get the idea across.
My suggestion would have been to place the sniper clone who eventually became CX-2 in the cell next to Crosshair while on Tantis. The viewer gradually sees these two men go back and forth to their cells after these conditioning sessions and the witness bond that forms between them. Crosshair is forced to see CX-2’s identity slip more and more away after each session until he is no longer the person he once was. The sadness and loss of seeing this man lose his identity not only leaves a mark on Crosshair, but by the viewer as well.
The scene of the shadow operative watching Crosshair on Tantiss and the one shadow operative calling him “brother” would have made more sense in retrospect. In addition, having an emotional and clear connection between Crosshair and the man who became CX-2, would have given their epic fight on top of the waterfall more emotional weight. CX-2’s line “You could have been one of us. You made the wrong choice” would be more resonant to the viewer. CX-2 would literally be a sniper shadow operative that Crosshair could have become verses a subjective mystery box.
To further this narrative and Crosshair’s character arc, making the above change to the story could have also opened the door to Crosshair eventually saving this lost brother. Omega’s determination to never give up on Crosshair could have resulted in Crosshair reaching out to CX-2 and eventually getting through to him before the final battle. It would have been so emotional and fulfilling.
And yet…as lovely as that would have been, I realize the above scenario would require at least one additional episode; which the animation team probably didn’t have the luxury or the budget to do. So I’ll offer another solution:
Adding a few minutes here and there during season 2 and the beginning of season 3 dedicated to Hemlock’s treatment to the CX-Troopers and other Clone prisoners would give the viewer a clearer picture into the nature of the CX Program. The result would be that the feeling of triumph wouldn’t be seeing the shadow operatives lying dead on the floor but knowing that the experimentation on the clones at Tantiss by Dr. Hemlock was finally over.
So in conclusion:
It’s a shame that the shadow operatives were left a mystery and simply became foils and metaphors. The fight at the end was nothing more than the Batch having to kill or be killed and it failed to showcase a serious topic with less black and white thinking.
With more time, the writers could have explored the tragedy of forced coercion. Discussing a difficult subject in a manner fit for young audiences could leave them with awareness when they are faced with a similar real world scenario.
The CX-Trooper plot could have also been a good way for a parent to discuss what coercive persuasion does to people; especially in today’s world where social media is rife with bad people luring in youth and manipulating their anger and fear into extremist thinking.
Think about it.
How does someone get so isolated that they fall prey to extremism and they end up committing acts of terrorism? How does one get indoctrinated into a cult and become so brainwashed that they take their own lives or the lives of others at the behest of a cult leader? How would an innocent person sign a confession of a crime they didn’t commit?
These are all good questions that people often ask after horrendous real life events and can regularly be seen on the daily news and social media. Having a fictional metaphor for scary real world issues that children could easily understand would be exactly the kind of thing Star Wars was created for. It was also created to give children and all of us hope.
So in the end, the lesson should have been that people who fall victim to brainwashing aren’t weak or gullible. They have been put through extreme duress and put through unethical means of isolation and manipulation.
And if there is hope for even one of the CX-Troopers to be saved, we as a society should have empathy and try to reach out to those in our own lives who have been a victim of coercive persuasion before writing them off.
Disclaimer:
One thing I’ve learned in life is that platforms like Twitter are not places for deep discussions and good faith arguments. You have a set number of letters to get your ideas across and interpreting the meaning or tone always leads to misunderstandings.
That is why I’m coming to to Tumblr to discuss my deep dives into season 3 of the Bad Batch. I am the type of person who doesn’t like angry, confrontational sparring over ideas.
My goal is to shed light on a different perspective; not to make anyone agree with me, but just to understand that we can all watch the same show and interpret things differently due to our own life experiences. By explaining my viewpoints, I’m showing you into my thought process. You are certainly free to disagree but I’m not trying to change your feelings on the matter, nor do I wish for anyone to forcibly change mine.
We can all exist in the same space and I encourage anyone who has a different view to write an analysis of their own instead of arguing in anyone’s comment section. Be kind and respectful and most of all, remember this is fiction and subjective interpretation. There are so many things to be really angry about in the world and Star Wars is the least of our worries.
Cheers and as always, May the Force be with you!
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It's probably too early to be laying out a theory based on no evidence, so let's just go with saying it's a concept I can't stop thinking about. If we're looking for potential ways Tomura could come back to life, how about this:
What if Tomura transferred a quirk to Izuku in his last moments? The restoration half of his quirk or just SOME quirk that can restore things in general. And this would be Tomura actively giving Izuku the choice to bring him back to life
If Izuku thinks he should stay dead, all that stuff Torino implied about killing also being a way to save, then sure, Tomura stays dead. The man was already in a position where he knew he would either win and destroy everything or be destroyed himself, so allowing him to stay like that would fulfill exactly what Tomura always thought anyway (that he was evil, meant to be opposed, meant to kill or be killed) and would keep everyone safe
But if Izuku believes Tomura should live, if he thinks he CAN live after all of this, if he deserves the chance to, then that's something he'll stick to as a hero, as someone who wanted to save him
Not only do I think this would be an interesting way to bring Tomura back, but this also goes hand-in-hand with the choice of saving or killing, Izuku's biggest decision that he was faced with in the void after the war, surely an ever-present possibility in his mind ever since that scene. Except this is on a more personal level, because this time there's no AFO keeping Tomura from being rescued, this time there's no vestiges telling Izuku to kill him either. It would be Izuku's choice to make and Izuku's alone
What would Izuku do? Would he bring Tomura back to life, do the thing he wanted to do? Would he decide to let Tomura die, allowing him to finally rest after everything he's been through?
Thinking about a point of transfer as well; when would Tomura have transferred the quirk? There's two options
Here, this point of contact
Or when this was happening, which would make sense since they were grappling and holding hands at the time. Izuku wanting so desperately to save him, Tenko not understanding why, but seeing his drive ("the will of a hero") and transferring the quirk to him anyway... If it can be done sneakily. Maybe at the last second, before his arms decayed
That would be the only instance of "open-palm transfer", like AFO did, but also, thinking about Izuku who transferred OFA through punches, it might be possible for Tomura to do something similar and transfer the quirk through the fist bump too
It's only a concept, even if it doesn't happen it's interesting to think about as an au or something
#what im saying is if tomura does come back it'll probably be because something happened that we didn't know about#cause it wasn't shown to us explicitly#or yknow. it could be the other theories; visible signs of rewinding back to his usj form etc#anyway i thought i'd mention this. i was thinking about it today and it seems probable#it also means that izuku wouldn't be the only one who gives up parts of himself for tomura#but also tomura giving something from himself to izuku. a choice. smthg that izuku hasn't really had control over#anywayyyy#bnha#bnha manga spoilers#bnha spoilers#building a house in the middle of de nile 👍#mettys posts#metty posts
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PLEASE BOTH OF UOJR MORNING ROUTINE HCS ARE SO GOOD AND SUIT LAWRWNCE AND SPECS SO SO WELL
ik probably one thousand people have requested it already and/or you’re expecting it to be requested but PLEEAAASSSEEE may i humbly beg for a morning routine for our fav grungy drowned rat Adam
Morning routine Hcs
Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x gn!reader
Fic type: headcanons, fluff
Warnings: brief mention of weed, very tame nsfw at number 4
A/n: hehehe I was waiting for someone to ask for this one <3 and thank u so so so much!! I love doing these hcs, it's funny how vastly different all the characters personalities are lmao
Adam begrudgingly rolls out of bed at ???? O'clock. It's different every day, but the one constant is that it's always far too late for wherever he needs to be.
If money's been good recently, he'll have plain toast, a black coffee and a cigarette. If money's been tight, he'll just have the cigarette.
On days where he doesn't have to work, you usually stay over- those are his favourite days. There's no rush to be anywhere, so the booth of you sleep in.
When you both finally wake up, no one's super eager to get out of bed. You spend the next hour or so cuddling and fooling around -Adam has a thing for lazy, sloppy morning sex, he says "it'll wake us both up" with that cheeky, half asleep smirk. He looks irresistible with his messy morning hair, so you're pretty much always down.
Afterwards, you both take a shower together to save on the water bill- and to make sure Adam doesn't get too freaked out by being in the bathroom alone. You both give eachother lots of cuddles and playful squeezes, and Adam LOVES it when you wash his hair for him, massaging his scalp and kissing all over his face.
On days when you come over, you usually bring a small bag of groceries, knowing that Adam most likely doesn't have anything in, so you whip up something nice while Adam makes the bed and hangs up any wet towels (a habit that you got him into).
When you make Breakfast it's usually pancakes, they're Adam's number one favourite food in the world, and he LOVES sweet things. He'll cover his pancakes with jam, syrup, chocolate spread- basically anything with a lot of sugar. Anything but lemon juice, he hates lemons because they're too sour.
Sometimes the two of you will take a morning stroll through the city park to feed the birds and squirrels, while Adam takes pictures. One time he snapped a pic of you with a squirrel eating out of your hand, and that picture lives in his wallet now.
Most mornings, however, the two of you just snuggle on the sofa watching beavis and butthead, smoke a little, and make out. He's a man of simple pleasures.
Adam's life has been pretty hectic up until meeting you, so lazy mornings mean an awful lot to him. He loves getting warm and cosy in his tiny little apartment, far away from the rest of the world, just you and him for a little while.
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Sunday’s Clothing Analysis
Don’t read if you don’t want to interact with religious stuff that’s like entirely what I’m talking about, slight Penacony spoilers
This is all mostly word vomit and not read over I’m sorry
His Outfit
Sunday’s outfit is referencing the Bible and Christian things just like the rest of the Penacony story. Specifically he looks alot like Jesus Christ and many references to him on his clothing in more ways than one in not so very subtle pattern choices and colors.
Halo
Up first his halo, a not so subtle ode to the crown of thorns Jesus had worn. It has vines and thorns wrapped around the halo as well as eye-like shapes that point into the center of his halo. The crown of thorns was most likely a date palm, its spikes possessing toxins and can sometimes be around 12 inches.
It was worn during his death on the cross and was a mock from Roman soldiers to him. It is also showing how he gave up his heavenly one for a mortal one. It is also repeated many times in the Bible of the way of thorns and thistles being the way of sin.
It is also important in all of this as a halo means holiness as well as an aura or glow of scarcity, the first person commonly drawn with a halo being Jesus.
I would also love to point out that Robin is the only one with a circular halo, the most drawn halo and is drawn on the people most of the time on people close to Jesus. Sunday and Gopher Wood on the other hand have bursting halos, or a more naturalistic version, and not seen in many older arts at all and saved for Jesus.
Vines
With his halo the other places he has vines and thorns are his arms and torso. There is no passage of being wrapped in vines but there is a passage of when Jesus referred to himself as the vine.
John 15:1-17 are very close to what Sunday is as a person. Jesus is calling himself a vine, god his gardener in this passage. That the vine kinda depends on the gardener to help it bear fruit. Then right after calls the people who follow him the branches, that you don’t follow him you are a branch that is snipped off and if you are you stay on. That you should stay on him to bear fruit.
Right after that snip-it it goes into a rant of loving for each other and caring for each other's needs just like his father has taught him. That his father has loved him so he will love you. That no greater love is to lay down someone’s life for another; they are no longer his servants but his friends and to love each other.
With this it can show how that Sunday was in fact groomed by Gopher wood to act a certain way, to be a believer and disciple of The Order rather than The Harmony. That he was taught these ideals of his by gopher wood and he eggs him on as he tells everyone the things that he has taught him when he was young. The entire verse of John 15:13 is almost exactly like his boss fight, his almost ascent to Aeon hood. “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” That he was able to sacrifice himself, even rather than his sister, for the sake of Penacony’s sweet dream.
Stigmatas
I would also like to point out the reference to stigmata on his feet and hands, for those unaware a stigmata is a wound of crucifixion.
The one on his shoes have a pattern of piercing on both the bottom and the top in the middle of a cross while Sunday’s gloves are opened on the top of his hand in the same shape. Both of these places are where Jesus was nailed to the cross.
Fifth wound, Wing Clipping
Those are not all five wounds Jesus had though, as he had another from a spear that is in his chest/torso on the side. At first I wondered if it was the eye in the middle of his chest but I thought it couldn’t be it as it looks like an eye and it is on his side, it is probably part of his Halovian/Seraphim design as Gopher wood as well. I’ll talk more about this later.
So I wondered, could he be hiding another wound or some sort behind his wings? Or are his wings that fifth wound? His wings look as though they are clipped, let alone the one’s on his head are pierced which causes limited movement. They look clipped on his torso because while the right wing has many feathers clearly visible the left wing doesn't and is a noticeable amount shorter than the other. It would also make sense if there was a wound for his wings to be close to his chest, covering it up and making sure his appearance stays the same. Even if there was no wound and no clipping the symbolism of not being able to spread his wings behind his jacket is crazy, almost the same. The piercings on his wings even are symbolic as they are pointed, almost looking like thorns that punctured his ear.
When a bird's wings are clipped it is to help it depend more on its owner and become closer to it, another reason is to limit its motion and to make it safe in the owners care, the last reason is for it to socialize with others.
I can honestly see all of these applying to Sunday with Gopher wood being the one to have done it. With seeing how he has groomed Sunday in the Trailblaze quest I wouldn’t doubt that they were either a form of punishment for him acting out or something he did in the beginning ever since he knew Sunday would be easier to manipulate than Robin.
Rings
The rings on Sunday’s hand also have meaning, they are on the thumb and index finger of his right hand. The thumb ring represents several things and it can depend on the person but it represents independence, wealth, and power as well as authority. For the index finger, in some cultures that is the finger the wedding ring is worn, though it’s most likely not. The ring on his index finger means confidence and leadership.
Seraphim, Wings
Now that I have talked about almost everything else about him it's time to talk about all of the details about him that make him a seraphim. A quick lesson on what a seraphim is first. Seraph or Seraphim means ardor or fire. There are 9 choirs of angels, each getting closer and closer to God and praising him more and are the caretakers of his throne. A seraphim is the closest to God, being one of the three in the first triad(also known as throne) to adore and contemplate God directly.
A seraphim is said to be beings of pure light but is drawn as humans with six pairs of wings and many eyes, they enjoy direct communication with god and praise holy, holy, holy to him.
Now let’s look at some parts of his designs that make him look like a seraphim. Let’s start with his wings, Seraphim's are supposed to have six wings but he only has four? Just looking, physically he only has two sets, one on his torso and the other on his head, but you could say he has styled his hair to be the other two wings. There could be a chance that like Robin he has another pair of wings that he hides but we have yet to see them so we don’t know.
A part of me wants Robin to be a Seraphim as well as my mind is but as angel hiarch placements are earned he might be very high, either than they are the same place because they are Gopher Woods adopted children, but we just don’t know.
Seraphim, Eye/Eyes
Another big important part of a Seraphim is their large eye in the center of its wings, there happens to be one large eye in the center of his chest just like a seraphim. Though that isn’t the only eye in his clothing it’s the most prominent one, it’s especially important as some art only has one eye in the middle rather than a bunch of eyes.
He has SO MANY eyes over him it’s insane. They are the watchers of God's throne after all. His eyes range from his acsessorys to his normal clothing, there are literally so many eyes. (I didn’t add an image of the ones on the feet as I believe they are stigmata’s)
His back
Sunday has some sort of either symbol or emblem on his back, either that or it’s just part of his design just because. I feel like there could be two possibilities behind this piece but I’m not sure which one it could be.
The first possibility is to align with Robin, to look like he does. To have the charmony dove soaring(the gold part) over the sky (the halo/sun part) even if it may die it is free.
The second one I feel like could be more plausible is another way to see, like he is under Gopher woods control. With the halo being Sunday’s beta halo as well as Gopher woods. It could show how his actions every stop of the way have been led by Gopher Wood, that he is stuck inside of the Dreammasters cage.
Very small section I’m not going to even label it but I just want to say that I believe his metal looking thing of his is supposed to be his either rank in the family, or something given to him for being a bronze melodia.
Colors
Sunday is a mix of colors but is mostly blue, white, gold, and purple. And the liturgical year of the church has colors around it. I am going to focus on Blue and gold as there is much more blue in his design then the rest and gold as it also plays along in it. I would include purple but it isn’t show up a lot as well as it overlaps with these two colors already.
The only holiday to have blue in it is Advent. The leading up and arrival to Jesus’s arrival on earth. It is an invitation to join in the anticipation for him to reunite heaven and earth once and for all. To me that sounds a lot like when Sunday tried to make the cage, to lock everyone in the Asdana system in a dream, when they couldn’t tell reality from a dream.
When gold is around (often paired with white) it is the Christmas season as well as Easter. It is the birth of Jesus a holy day, as well as when Jesus resurrected and came back from the dead. Of course we don’t know if Sunday is going to come back yet and resurrect (I think he will) but he has become lost and has gone missing.
An honorable mention of purple is used during Lent as well as Advent. Lent is the time when Jesus spent 40 days fasting to resist the temptations of the devil. I don’t personally see anything in the story that can correlate to this.
Name
Sunday is clearly a day of the week but it is the most holy day as it is when God rested after creating the earth. I don't have much to say. I just needed to mention this as he makes references to the creation story himself.
Please say something if I got something wrong or you want to add anything, I would love to hear. I will probably make an analysis on his story but it’s going to take a while as this itself took a while, so it’s going to take a while as well, probably longer. So smash that like button and subscribe for more content (I’m probably going to disappear for a while until I decide to randomly come back with other half).
#honkai star rail#sunday#sunday hsr#sunday honkai star rail#save me from this analysis hell#I am going to squash Sunday aggressively /pos#analysis#clothing analysis#Sunday from the hit game honkai Star Rail#not spell checked#word vomit
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Chaos
You and Ghost are heading back to the base on his bike. You are attacked but you pull a stunt and save the day.
"So baby come light me up,
And baby I'll let you on it.
A little bit dangerous,
But baby thats how I want it."
I woke up to the sound of the kitchen coming to life.
"Aye, lass! Good morning," Soap said, sitting on a chair at the kitchen counter, his face stuffed with food.
Ghost was standing nearby, sipping his tea while using his cell phone.
"Angela! Come have breakfast," Soap called out.
"I gotta go wash my face," I said, yawning. I went to Ghost's bedroom and used his bathroom. After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
"Laswell called. She wants us to get to the base quick," Soap said between bites.
"We should hurry now," I replied.
I finished my toast and jam and the tea Ghost made. It was delicious.
"Soap, you and Angela take my car. I need to take my Ducati, so I'll be riding that," Ghost said.
"Hey! I'll come with you. I love riding bikes," I said.
"Okay. Then Soap will take the car. Make it quick, Soap. We're getting late," Ghost said.
Soap stood up. "Let me load your luggage in the car. LT, give me your car keys."
While Soap took our luggage downstairs, Ghost and I stepped outside. He locked the door, and we made our way to the parking lot where he took his bike out. He even had a matching skull helmet to go with it.
"Sit tight," he told me. I sat behind him, holding on tightly.
We reached the street where Soap was waiting in the car. "Let's roll," Ghost gestured to him. Soap started the engine and went ahead, with us following closely behind.
It was a sunny morning. The cold wind whipped through my long hair as I clutched Ghost tightly. The ride felt surreal, passing through fields and watching cattle grazing peacefully.
"Hey, don't sleep on me, huh!" Ghost said.
"I'm not gonna sleep. I'm just enjoying the views," I replied.
"Good," he said.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of unease. "Ghost! I think we're being followed," I said.
A black jeep was gaining on us. The jeep came closer until it was beside us. The window rolled down, and I recognized the faces.
It was the same terrorists from the mall—the two who had probably escaped before the special forces arrived.
They pointed a gun toward us.
"Fucking hell," Ghost muttered.
The one on the passenger seat fired, and Ghost dodged just in time. He accelerated the bike to full speed, overtaking them. But they were relentless, still after us and firing shots.
Ghost had his armor on, while I had none.
"Motherfuckers! They were tracking us," Ghost cursed.
Soap had nearly vanished from sight with the car. We were on our own now.
"You have no vest on, Angela," Ghost said, his voice tense.
"You trust me?" I asked, gripping him tighter.
"With my life," he replied, glancing back at me briefly.
"Good. Then do what you need to do. I'll hold on," I said, trying to steady my breathing as the gunshots continued to ring out behind us.
Ghost swerved sharply, weaving through traffic to put more distance between us and the pursuing jeep. "Hang on tight!" he shouted, accelerating even more. The wind whipped through my hair, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making everything feel hyperreal.
"There's an underpass up ahead. We'll lose them there," Ghost yelled over the roar of the engine.
No matter what, the terrorists continued shooting at us. I had no gun and I couldn't shoot in that position.
Desperate, I leaned in, twisting myself to come in front of Ghost. I put my legs on either side of him, completely straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I looked into his eyes through the visor of his helmet. "Trust me," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos around us.
He gave a brief nod. I wrapped one arm tightly around him for support, and with my other free hand, I took out the Beretta from his chest holster. Extending my arm over his shoulder, I aimed at the jeep's tires.
The bike swerved slightly as I adjusted my position, but Ghost steadied us, keeping a firm grip on the handlebars. I took a deep breath and fired a shot. The first bullet missed, ricocheting off the pavement. I adjusted my aim and fired again, this time hitting the front tire of the jeep.
The vehicle swerved wildly, losing control as the tire deflated. I fired again, hitting the second tire. The jeep skidded to a halt, veering off the road and crashing into a ditch.
"Got them," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Ghost's eyes met mine again, filled with a mixture of admiration and concern. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. "Let's get out of here."
Ghost nodded and accelerated, leaving the wrecked jeep behind us. We rode in silence for a while, the danger now a distant memory, but the bond between us stronger than ever.
"Angela! Your hair is blocking my vision," Ghost said.
I quickly secured his gun back into the holster and tied my hair into a bun. "Sorry about that."
He pulled the bike to the side, and I climbed down. "That was one hell of a ride," I exclaimed, catching my breath.
"How did you even pull that stunt?" he asked, his voice tinged with amazement.
"I'm a martial artist. I can do better than that," I replied with a smile.
Ghost shook his head, a hint of a smile under his mask. "Impressive."
"Let's go now. We're getting late, Ghost," I said, nudging his shoulder.
We mounted the bike again and resumed our journey towards the base, the adrenaline still coursing through our veins.
#cod ghost#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#modern warfare#modern warfare 2#ghost x reader#ghost x y/n#ghost x you#ghost x oc#ghost x soap
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assuming all the creeps are warmed up to night terrors by now, are any of them still,, wary about him? a little comfort from him being monitored by slender n all, but how does everyone feel about him just in general?? maybe candy himself too.
idk, having an old man in youre head for too long would make me go crazy
I feel like they aren’t too suspicious of him by now to be honest. It’s been like probably a couple centuries since Candy and Terrors fused in my canon, and living inside Candy’s head has done a lot to mellow him out. He doesn’t really have violent tendencies or the need to take over parts of the Underworld anymore. He’s just a snooty stuck up old man that doesn’t really know how to exist anymore.
They’re much more wary of a creep like Masky who make it a point to fight with and try and harm pretty much anyone he comes into contact with. Terrors has never tried to harm any of them, so they have him on the back burner. Considering Slender can read minds and monitor everyone in the mansion, if he was apprehensive about Terrors, everyone else would be too, but there’s a level of trust there.
I wouldn’t say Candy trusts him to like, save his life or anything, but Candy trusts Terrors to not harm the people around him and do stupid shit, so that also puts everyone at ease considering they share a mind and body. Candy’s not happy about the situation at all, but he knows Terrors isn’t really a danger anymore. Everyone just sort of… Exists around Terrors. Hes not very social, but when he does talk to the others he’s short and overall actually fairly respectful (if you look past his partial narcissism), so none of them mind him. Like I said, someone like Masky is actually way worse than him.
Terrors is basically like an extremely feral cat that was mostly tamed but still has an attitude, honestly.
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta headcanon#slender mansion mayhem#Candy pop#candy pop headcanon#candy pop headcanons#slenderman#slenderman headcanon#slenderman headcanons
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Hey, wanna talk about something real quick. (/Srs post)
Do you love fanart? Honestly, I'm sure you do! Just about everyone loves seeing fanart of their favourite characters! Honestly, I'm willing to bet you probably have some saved on your camara roll, huh? Hey, there's nothing wrong with that! But seriously.
Don't. Repost. Others. Art.
I'm bringing this up, because of tag games—Like, for example, "Reblog with the last fictional character in your Camara roll!"
Don't reblog with others art, unless you have permission! Or if the creator has directly said it's okay!
If you do this, and don't credit the original creator? That's reposting. Hell, if you do this without permission then that's reposting!
REPOSTS ARE BAD LIKE 90% OF THE TIME! The other 10% is reposting with PERMISSION.
I've had my art reposted once, and it sucks because while they have me credit—They never asked for permission. And when you repost another artists work, they don't get the attention on THEM, people focus on you, even if you claim you didn't make it! EVEN if you credit them, a lot of people won't check them out, you cant take that risk. (And saying 'Credit to OG artist!' Is NOT enough!)
So please, if you do any tag games/challages like this, and the last picture is fanart? USE A CANON PICTURE OF THE CHARACTER INSTEAD! If your last picture was fanart of Sans—Just use his sprite instead, please. Same for show/movie/other games, just use a screenshot of the ACTUAL character!
But what if it's my OC? If you made the art, it's okay to post, if YOU made the fanart of a character, it's okay to post. If it's an OC that ISN'T yours, then ask.
In short:
Don't repost art you didn't make without permission.
Don't repost OCs you didn't make without permission.
Using your own art is fine.
Always check to see if someone is okay having their art reposted w/o permission, and the RULES of it.
If it's an AU (like undertale) and the only official art is from the artist, don't repost if they don't allow it. Or find art that someone who made fanart thar IS okay being reposted/you have permission.
You don't owe anyone permission to use your art.
You're allowed to be upset if someone reposted your art.
But Lunar! It's just a silly game, I'm not going through all that effort to cred-
Then leave. I don't tolerate reposting, it isn't fun. It's real easy to just wait a bit, or use a different character that you have Canon art from. (Example, instead of using fanart of TMNT, use a screenshot from the show!)
Please—When playing games, they're supposed to be fun. And getting your art reposted isn't fun.
Sorry, this is like—My first actual rant on Tumblr that's not about my personal life.
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I'm leaving you a nice ask about Remus because I'm such a good friend: okay, Remadora doesn't happen, and Sirius comes back from the Veil after DH with amnesia. How much amnesia, and how do Remus and Harry deal with it? How does Wolfstar get their happy ending?
i cannot believe how lovely this is 🥺 i think this is one of the nicest things you've ever said to me. I've been mulling over this all morning and i have MANY THOUGHTS
I really like the idea of selective amnesia, but in a really haphazard way, as if part of Sirius is still behind the veil. so maybe he just has a sense of things, but can't remember specifics. someone brings up a name or a place and he knows how he feels, but not what happened. so he knows he loved James in some amorphous sense, but feels agonisingly grief-stricken and guilty when he thinks about him without knowing why.
obviously the most heartbreaking part is having to relive all of this as people explain it to him or he remembers, but especially with Remus. they spent all that time working through the betrayal and trying to understand it and come to terms with it, and they've got to go all through that again - except it's worse, because Sirius doesn't have any context and he's so confused by the mess in his mind. Remus talks through Azkaban with him and Sirius is furious in a way he never was before, because now he's not on the run or trying to save Harry or trapped in Grimmauld Place, all of which I think made him push past the anger because he needed to focus on other things and he needed Remus.
so I think at the start Remus takes him back to his cottage. I reckon Harry would be staying with the Weasleys immediately after the war, but he'd move in with Remus to take care of Sirius. they're obviously just overjoyed and in shock that Sirius is back, and also worried about his health. they're both probably a bit overbearing (mama bear Harry) which starts to get on Sirius's nerves pretty quickly. then I think there would be lots of little moments of grief as they realise these incredibly important things Sirius doesn't remember - maybe the two of them reference something and Sirius has no idea what they're talking about, or maybe it's bigger things like Sirius not understanding the trauma and burden Remus carries from being a werewolf. Sirius picks up on this and starts to feel really guilty, which makes him even crabbier, and things start to get really difficult.
Sirius and Harry would definitely have an easier time together because Sirius isn't personally angry at him the way he is at Remus, and because he still has the instinct to protect Harry so he really tries to hold back his general frustration and volatility. I reckon after he really gets mad at Remus for Azkaban he moves out and Harry comes with him to live in a new place somewhere. Sirius starts to get better after that, because his life becomes about building something new rather than trying to reclaim the past. especially as Harry is also kinda lost post-DH, so they're just muddling along together, trying new things.
Harry talks about Remus all the time - everything he taught him at school, what he and Sirius did during the war. Sirius starts to ask more questions and remembers more things. and Harry is so forgiving, despite the horrors that he's gone through and the people that failed him, and it starts to rub off on Sirius. so slowly he starts spending time with Remus again - maybe with Harry at the beginning, and then just the two of them talking a lot out. Sirius starts spending the full moons with him and they build up their trust again. and then they just start hanging out, small things like walking around the countryside together or watching a Quidditch match. but also bigger things where they work as a team - maybe supporting Harry in something, or throwing a birthday party for him, or Sirius yelling at the Ministry for harassing Remus, or Remus being there for Sirius when he still has really bad days. and then they start to fall in love again, and even though Sirius can't remember everything from the past it's okay because they love each other and they love Harry and they have a beautiful life together now, so that's enough.
#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#hp#otp: i'm mental about you#fam: christmas gift#asks#imp tag#you are SUCH a good friend#truly what did this cost you
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What did I learn in University?
Nothing, but I taught a few girls the art.
#what else was going to motivate me to read those dry tombs of information#get into a chem lab this is a gyp....and what chemical on me is making me glow tofay#after lab you get all rinsed off you go back to the room and go under a black light and there is weird orange juice stains on my hands#10M HCl though....for fuck sake be careful#asian do a sniff on some orange oil bad move mr asian#me: I do believe I just saw an. asian smoke acid#poof out of his nose oh shit that ain't good#I probably saved his life just being there#he could Not breathe#and then he could with a struggle#I really didn't feel like watching a man die and have it tramautize me to chemicals#I have to imagine with how I am with things the above is true#HCl gaseous in the lungs should kill you but he didn't die#I am sure all the chemistry I took for us was useful to you#you could be sitting on a couple win10 users and some arm and hanmer and can you make your glass without cracks yanno#also hippies who take two more hits of acid than the last week#she is fun when she gets high though#what did you tell me I learned how to learn long ago#there was something so profoundly unsettling talking to someone who speaks in my own first person#poor me: man what the fuck man#you: rubbing your moobs (fuck me... sigh)#yes it always has been easy for me to find things#OEM flashers to root a phone because I am having a panic attack really for a 5903 always open....to Google#for all I know I got the very first Chromebook ever and gave it to Google's mother#probably exactly like she intended because I know you look swxy and beautiful...and a little fucked up sometimes (mmm)#but you're fucking brilliant#it is usually a bit of what have i gotten myself into here followed by *shrugs* fuck it#yes I like Harry Potter.....#the deathly hallows was money#things are interesting
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Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)
Here are the originals:
If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!
So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.
Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.
The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.
Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.
Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.
Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)
Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.
And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.
#one piece#spy x family crossover#sabo#monkey d luffy#portgas d ace#crossover#I have so many ideas for this au#I’ll probably write like a drabble series for it#maybe. if I get around to it#extra things:#Loid and sabo get paired on a nonzero number of missions as siblings#they are only 6 years apart in age and they’re both blond so WISE is like.. ‘it’s free real estate’#every time this happens sabo finds a way to sneak into conversations that they’re actually cousins instead#this annoys loid a LOT because he thinks sabo can’t keep a cover to save his life. sabo is aware but he only has 2 brothers#and even in disguise he refuses to let someone else take ace and luffy’s place#ace’s codename within Garden is either ‘flame lily’ or ‘pyracantha’#the latter being another name for the firethorn plant#yor has only heard of him in passing and has not met him in person before. but she knows that she is sent whenever he blunders and lets#someone see his face#Luffy is kind of just chilling! he takes a lot of part time jobs everywhere#to the point that loid is briefly worried that he’s a tail or stalker or something since he keeps seeing luffy around#Anya really loves playing with Luffy though because luffy has such vivid thoughts of the ocean and being a pirate#ok that’s it for now#I am very. brainrotting
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