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akenya · 1 year

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Rizzoli and Isles is actually a show about a Queerplatonic Relationship.

Okay hear me out.

So, I always have shipped Rizzles. There are many MANY ways in which these are queer coded characters with a heavy romantic subtext, that a lot of the time honestly bleeds into the maintext. A lot of the actions and dialogue that we would typically interpret as romantic, especially between a hetero pairing, certainly works for this show.

But I did a re-watch of the show recently, and while I still ship them romantically, I actually think what is being portrayed between them is something else. They are DEFINITELY more than friends; I mean they are life partners in every sense of the word. But the kind of dynamic that is CANONICALLY portrayed between Maura and Jane, is in fact, a Queerplatonic Relationship.

So here’s a working definition of the term for those who aren’t familiar with it:

Queerplatonic relationships and queerplatonic partnerships are committed intimate relationships which are not romantic in nature. They may differ from usual close friendships by having more explicit commitment, validation, status, structure, and norms, similar to a conventional romantic relationship

I have actually experienced something like this, (and yes I’m going to get a bit anecdotally personal here; I’ll try not to be too long winded, but it’s relevant, I promise lol):

I had an (unspoken) kind of relationship like this with my best friend in my early/mid 20s. We have been best friends since I was 11, but something definitely shifted when we became adults, and I have to say, I ended up, quite unexpectedly, being deeply in love with my best friend...platonically. I didn’t want to date her. I didn’t want to sleep with her. But, I was totally devoted to her and we were each other’s person for years. We were each other’s assumed plus one for everything, we regularly did dinner dates, we gave each other super sentimental cards and specialized gifts on birthdays, we also regularly did domestic shit together like grocery shopping, errands, chores, house projects; you name it, we had it/did it. I mean we were even each other’s phone background for a while lmao. We never lived together, but we had keys to each other’s places.

Now a lot of this shit can happen and does happen in standard friendships (maybe not the phone background thing; that was super gay ngl hahaha), but the thing that made this different was the level of assumed partnership going on between us. And the...energy. We would stare deeply into each other’s eyes. We had that magnetic kind of magic with each other, like no matter where the other is in the room, we find our way back to each other. And people literally perceived us as a couple. Hell, my other friends teased us about it.

Any of this sound familiar?

Oh and I DO find her to be attractive and even sexy. And we flirted (still do lolol) a LOT.

But I didn’t ever really.....actually want to have sex with her. Not that I would’ve even necessarily been opposed to it, because we were so close, but it just, wasn’t ever a desire for me.

This was interesting to experience, because I do identify as a lesbian, I have been romantically attracted to people, sexually attracted to people, and the two, as society expects, do usually go hand in hand for me. But with her, I honestly could’ve seen forever; like being exactly as we were, as life partners, I could’ve even seen myself raising kids with her, and I would have been TOTALLY, GENUINELY content with it, ‘cause my relationship with her filled me up in a way nothing else has. This was confusing as all hell to me for a long time, because I didn’t have a name for this until recently when I learned about the concept of Queerplatonic Relationships which again supersede friendship and often are life partnerships, but aren’t inherently romantic or sexual, even though they are quite deep. I actually think QPRs speak to that “limitless” “otherwise undefinable” kind of relationship dynamic.

Sooo - and I promise I’m wrapping my story up - when my bff met her current boyfriend, which is her first super serious adult relationship, I didn’t quite experience jealousy, I mean I always envisioned a romantic partnership for her, and I still want that for me! Buuuut...my feelings were complicated because it’s like...I had to mourn what I lost, as our dynamic inherently changed, and the fact that I wasn’t her person anymore. Weird thing to process indeed. Also *ahem* SOUND FAMILIAR?

Without getting too carried away here (oh who am I kidding, I already have 😂) for comparison’s sake, I actually went through a crazy ass heartbreak with someone, also while I was in my mid 20s; someone to whom I WAS romantically, sexually, spiritually, connected and attracted. I mean I was IN LOVE with this woman and she broke my heart by not fully reciprocating my feelings and not wanting to be with me. I thought I was gonna die when we stopped talking. Hell, it’s been years and I still think about her.

But if you were to ask me who the true love. of. my. life. has been so far...I’d pick my best friend!

The funny thing is I think a LOT of women end up in these kinds of dynamics, ESPECIALLY queer women, maybe even more so queer women who form super close relationships to “straight” women (gotta put str8 in quotes ‘cause...this shit is inherently queer even though it’s not romantic/sexual). You all know what I’m talking about; You’d do anything for each other, there’s chemistry, connection, and care, yet it doesn’t quite fit into any box you try to give it. People read you as a couple. You know this about yourselves, and you just...accept it. Because what you have is actually beyond any label. You know?

Anyway, I think there’s actually something cool and radical about this and I know that queer people want and deserve romantic and sexual representation, but I think this IS an accurate kind of representation that happens all the time that isn’t appropriately covered or discussed in media.

In hindsight, I think that’s what really hooked me on R&I. I mean, I started watching ‘cause I thought they were lesbians, and I kept watching ‘cause I thought it would be canon! And yeah, I still think about what could’ve been with them: fanfiction is good for that. But why do I still watch the actual show? Well...I LIVED it.

Now: do I think that Maura and Jane often tip the scales a lil’ TOOOOO far in the explicitly gay direction on this show? Oh hell yes! Do I think you can interpret them as two people who are madly in love, romantically, with each other, yet are too scared to do anything about it? Oh hell yes! Like I said I do ship Rizzles. BUT, if I’m honest about what is FULLY, CANONICALLY being portrayed, no subtext, ALL maintext: It’s 10000% a QPR.

So no: Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli are certainly not JUST friends. They aren’t just colleagues, although their work relationship is just as powerful and awe inspiring as their personal one. They aren’t really like sisters, although they can quarrel like siblings at times. They aren’t truly romantic, although they are essentially life partners. They aren’t in a sexual relationship with each other; not that it couldn’t go there, but I also see how it wouldn’t need to go there, and how that doesn’t diminish the bond at all. They have something that I recognize -and something I think perhaps many of us recognize too- something beyond definition, because at the core of it they are true-blue soulmates who share a kind of unconditional love that is rarely found in ANY kind of relationship. If there is a definition that comes close to summing this kind of thing up: Queerplatonic Relationship is the answer!

Idk just felt like sharing this. Thanks for reading 🤓

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #maura x jane #queer platonic partners #queer platonic relationship

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ryuichirou · 2 months

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A couple of Scott Pilgrim replies + a bunch of Twst replies!

Anonymous asked:

Todd is back at it again. I’d like to think Wallace got black out drunk again so Todd tucked him into bed but yeah, Todd’s being creepy again.

You described the scene perfectly, Anon! Wallace is indeed quite drunk after partying until 4 AM, so Todd just spawned at his place to check on him, tuck him into bed properly and look at his cute sleeping face for a minute. So romantic <3 And so creepy.

Anonymous asked:

Do you believe in Roxie x Hollie? Would Hollie make a move on Roxie?

A part of me really wants to believe because of how hot Hollie is, but something tells me that Roxie isn’t exactly her type… (Maybe it’s because the only thing I know about Hollie is what happened between her and Kim and that guy in the comic lol)

But that doesn’t mean that Roxie shouldn’t try to flirt with her! In fact, Roxie should flirt with every girlie in Toronto because she deserves it. If Hollie made a move on Roxie that would be interesting though.

Anonymous asked:

Ngl, that Trey/Idia pic reminds me of going to the dentist and they think they can somehow fit both hands in your mouth. And they expect you to be able to talk while they’re doing it. Although that also sounds like a Trey-coded thing to do, if I’m being honest.

If there is anything we learned about Trey after that teeth-checking vignette, it’s that it’s just a force of habit! It’s not his fault! His hands just slipped! Both of them – into your mouth! Oops!

I want all of us to have someone in our lives who believes in us the way the dentists believe that you could still talk with two hands in there lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I just saw your TreyIdia art and all I can think of (cause I'm a weirdo) is Riddle catching wind Idia finds Trey hot and Trey is interested in Idia's teeth so he starts chewing on things near Trey, pens, his fingers, the fork while he's eating cake, the works. Idia get jealous and eats suckers the same way. And somehow it led to them even fighting over trey in the bedroom XD

I want to take the scenario you’ve just described and put it inside of Trey’s wet dream just so he wakes up all confused about what’s going on and starts reflecting on his kinks and fixations, because wow there was a lot of teeth in this dream + Riddle and Idia fighting over him in the bedroom… that’s going to make it impossible for him to look at these two lol so shameful, as if he didn’t find that hot.

Anonymous asked:

thank you for the lilidia food <3

You’re very welcome, Anon~ We’re happy to provide hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Would you take into consideration

Emo/goth Idia?

…The dramatic pause!!

Also. I’m pretty sure I made this joke already (and also 4184 people before me), but. So basically Gregory Violet, right?

Jokes aside, goth would look good on Idia. Lilia should dress him up…

Anonymous asked:

do you have any thoughts about Riddle x Azul :0?

Yep indeed!

Anonymous asked:

Has there ever been a character that you simply cannot figure out is a bottom or top even now?

There definitely has, but I can’t really remember any good example of that, because for a lot of them we come back like 5 years later and go “wait, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”. Or it simply happens when we learn more about him. A lot of times the characters’ “position” reflects his dynamic in our favourite ships with him, so it helps a lot with figuring it out.

I think we had a couple of those in Hetalia but we figured it out eventually lol

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abeautifulblog · 1 year

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Ngl my first reaction to Jaskier being canonically bi was “oh I CANNOT WAIT to see how poorly they handle this”

I swear, ever since the Hemsworthening, I feel like every time I learn something new about this show I'm checking the date, all, is it April Fools again already? Look at the URL, because surely this is a satire site? Is there a camera, am I being punk'd? Am I having a stroke?? Those sure are some words they said in some order!

I made my peace with the Radovid thing -- I went and breathed into a paper bag for a bit, and remembered that everything feels catastrophic when you're running on three hours of sleep, and also that (1) game-Radovid != book-Radovid and (2) LOL, IT'S NOT LIKE TWN IS FAITHFUL TO BOOK-CANON EITHER!

Reading what they've said about it so far, it really sounds like they just made up an OC to ship Jaskier with (probably hoping The Gays would SHUT UP ABOUT GERASKIER, SHUT UP ABOUT GERASKIER) and named him Radovid, and he's going to bear no resemblance whatsoever to any previous Radovids who may have appeared in this franchise.

Which again begs the question of whyyyyyyy did they not just invent a new guy?? Why THIS GUY, of ALL GUYS, to arbitrarily assign as Jaskier's love interest, since it's a pairing with no basis in any canon, a pairing that book-fans met with polite confusion and game-fans met with visceral repulsion.

Even if TWN Radovid winds up being a completely new character, as I expect he will, it's still baffling. The showrunners know that a good portion of their viewer base is coming from the game -- they have been actively courting the Witcher III crowd in their marketing since the get-go -- so even if the only thing the Radovids have in common is their name, why choose to evoke a character with such utterly rancid associations? And then repurpose him as a love interest for Jaskier, of all people? o_O

idek, man.

The curse of knowledge, I suppose -- because if I weren't familiar with game-Radovid, I could be out there partying with all the people who are just like, BI JASKIER CONFIRMED, WOO HOO!! 🎉🎉

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#twelve hours later I am still running on those same three hours of sleep #witcher shit #asks #swear to god it feels like they picked this stuff by spinning a wheel #Jaskier's queer but his orientation is--#*spin*#SAPIOSEXUAL #and his love interest is--#KING RADOVID!#it does not spark joy #is all i'm saying

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pxedpiper · 4 years

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Horizon (8)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

Previous / Masterlist / Next

A/N: Thank god i finally finished this, this one was giving me some trouble i’m ngl,,,, but thankfully i managed to do it and now here we are uwu

“So, you and the Captain worked things out then?” Yeosang asked you, the two of you walking across the deck, a warm drink in both your hands.

“Well, not quite,” You answered, going on to explain, “We’ve reached a… impasse? I guess that’d be the best word for it. Basically, we agreed to talk about it when things calm down a bit, rather than have things be awkward for both us and the crew. But he did say he was having a hard time forgiving me, so I guess we’ll see how things go.”

“I see,” He nodded in understanding, “I’m sure that can’t be easy, not being on his good side, but at least you can say you’re not on his bad side either. Trust me, you’d know if you were, and you’d have to really mess up wind up there.”

“Why? Is it so bad?” You asked, taking a sip from your drink.

Yeosang sighed before answering, “It’s… a bit hard to explain. I know that when we were trying to convince you to trust us we said that we aren’t terrible people, and we aren’t. But… we are pirates, and so sometimes we have to do terrible things, and if Hongjoong gets mad enough, there isn’t really anything he isn’t willing to do.”

“Has he killed someone?” You questioned softly, your head shooting up when Yeosang didn’t respond, “He has?!”

“I’m going to be completely honest here,” He finally said, looking you in the eyes, “Everyone on board this ship has, at least once.” At the look in your eyes, he’s quick to continue, “But we try to avoid it when we can, it’s just… well, pirating isn’t exactly the safest business in the world, and not everyone has good intentions, but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“I did,” You responded softly, thinking of Elias Sweet, “But still, I can’t imagine it, any of you killing someone. I couldn’t even think to imagine myself doing it.”

“No one really imagines it until they do it,” Yeosang said, a sad smile on his face, “But that doesn’t matter, anyway. The captain would never hurt you, nor would anyone else on this ship, so you have nothing to worry about. You’re safe with us.”

You smiled at him, “I know, don’t worry. I’m just… concerned, I think? Not really for myself, but for everyone else… This trip won’t be easy.”

“And we never said it would be,” He responded, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders, “We’re ready to face it, no matter what.” You nodded, feeling a bit reassured at his words, before linking your arm through his and continuing your walk. Immediately, you felt him stiffen beside you, before he looked away slightly with a cough.

Curiously, you cocked your head at him, “Yeosang? Are you alright?” It was then you caught a glimpse of Yeosang’s face, which had a faint blush dusted over it. “Are you shy?” You asked, laughing at how easily it seemed all the boys blushed. This may prove to be entertaining.

“I’m not!” He argued, although not putting up a very good fight to prove it.

You giggled, shaking your head slightly, “It’s amazing to think how angry we used to be at each other, when now you get shy at me linking our arms. You truly are a wonder to behold, Kang Yeosang.”

He scowled, his blush reddening out of embarrassment, “Yeah, yeah, let’s just go already…” Laughing out loud, you had mercy on him and continued on your walk, making small conversation as you passed the time. If I do get to stay, You thought to yourself, These are the moments I want to have the most.

“So, from here on out, we don’t know what to expect,” Yunho informed the crew, a serious expression on his face, “It could be sea creatures, whirlpools, storms, anything. It’s entirely unpredictable what could happen.”

“Sea creatures?” You asked, having never heard of any creatures that would be an issue, “Like, sharks?”

“While that’s a fair risk, I was referring more to beings like sirens or mermaids,” He explained, “I’ve even heard of a giant octopus that attacks ships, but I don’t know if that one is true or not.”

“Aren’t sirens and mermaids supposed to be the same thing?” You questioned, cocking your head once again in confusion.

Hongjoong spoke up, “They’re similar, but not quite the same. Sirens use their voices to lure men to their deaths, mermaids don’t. It’s a very common misconception.”

“Have you ever met one? A siren or mermaid, I mean.”

“Once, before I was a captain. But that’s a different story,” He waved the question off, turning to Yunho, “No matter what it is ahead of us, we’ll be ready. Everyone’s on their guard, right?”

“Right, Captain!” Wooyoung cheered, giving a playful salute.

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at him, watching him closely, “You don’t happen to have any of the guns on you, do you?”

“Why, of course not!” Wooyoung put his hand on his chest as if he were offended, “I would never do such a thing! Why would you even ask that?”

A silent pause, and then, “Hand it over.”

“Damn.” Wooyoung cursed, pulling out the hidden gun and placing it in Hongjoong’s open hand, “Thought that’d work. That’s the only one I have on me though, promise.” Clearly skeptical, Hongjoong let the matter slide.

“So, for now we just wait, then,” You stated, looking down at nothing as you voiced your thoughts, “Not knowing what to expect is going to drive me mad, I’d at least like some warning as to what we’re to be facing.”

“Unfortunately, a lot of times it doesn’t end up like that,” Hongjoong sighed, leaning against the wall behind him, “It’s maddening, like you said, but we have no control over it. We just have to deal with it and hope we’re properly prepared whenever something does happen.” You nodded, mentally steeling yourself for the long wait. Hopefully San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung won’t mind playing more games of cards, You thought to yourself, letting out a soft sigh. With nothing else to do, you walked out onto the deck, looking at the ocean once again, a personal favorite pastime of yours while on the ship. With nothing else to do, you walked up to the bow of the ship, looking over the edge as you watched the waves hit the hull, seeing the way the ship seemed to part the ocean (even though you knew that wasn’t how it worked, it was still an interesting sight).

As usual, you didn’t hear a sound as you heard San speak up, “It’s a wonderful view, isn’t it?” Jumping up slightly, you turned around to see the carpenter, smile present on his face as he looked at you.

Laughing slightly, you responded, “I’ll never get used to you doing that, but yes, it is. When I started going on trips with my family, I would often look over the bow to see the ocean. That is, if my parents weren’t there, anyway. If they were, they’d just say something along the lines of ‘You shouldn’t be doing that, you could fall over!’ or ‘Why can’t you behave properly like your brother?’ I got a lot of that last one.” You laughed bitterly, remembering the poor treatment you’d been given from your family.

San was silent for a bit before asking, “Your family… You said you don’t get along with them, and that you don’t like your kingdom either. But I can’t help but wonder… do you miss them? Even if you aren’t fond of them, they’re still your family, so wouldn’t it make sense to miss them?

You thought about for a bit before answering, “No. I don’t. All they did was treat me as if I were unimportant and irrelevant, and while things used to be alright with my brother, now he’s become a narcissistic, idiotic, foolish mess of a prince and is no better than my parents. As for my kingdom, while it’s the only place I’ve known, it doesn’t mean I’m blind to the fact that it’s full of savages and slave traders, despite my parents wanting us both to believe we’re a noble kingdom. There’s more crime than innocent, and those who are innocent are poor and aren’t treated fairly, yet my parents would pay them no mind. I can genuinely say I don’t miss them in the slightest.” San remained silent, making you nervous, “I-I’m sorry, that sounded mean, didn’t it? Or ungrateful, maybe…”

“No,” He responded, shaking his head, “I was just thinking that it seems like you’ve been through a lot, and I understand now why you wouldn’t want to go back. Even if I’m sure living on a pirate ship is less comfortable than a warm palace.” He nudged your shoulder, giving you a teasing smile that you returned.

“Actually, no,” You replied, staring out into the ocean ahead of you, “You’d think I’d feel a bit more culture shock or something along those lines, but honestly I haven’t had a real issue on living on a ship. Anything that bothers me tends to be more with myself than anything relating to the ship, if that makes any sense.”

“So there are things bothering you then?”

“Everyone has things bothering them,” You answered, not wanting to get into it too much, “But, considering everything, it shouldn’t be surprising. There’s not much that can be done about it until we reach the island and I can talk to Maddox, anyway.”

“I suppose that’s true,” San nodded, “But still, if there is anything that’s bothering you, you know you can come to us, right? We’d be glad to help you.”

“I know,” You smiled at him, “You’re helping me right now, aren’t you? Besides, Jongho’s already told me the same thing, so I already know I have plenty of listening ears when I need them.”

“You went to Jongho and not me? That’s not fair,” He pouted, making you laugh at his childishness before looking at the ocean again, but this time, something caught your attention, making you frown.

“San,” You spoke slowly, not keeping your eyes off what you’d seen, “The sky was clear just a moment ago, right?”

“Yes, why-?” He cut himself off the minute he followed your gaze and saw what it was you were staring at.

Dark storm clouds, massive ones, much bigger than you had ever seen, were floating ahead of you in the path the ship had to take. You weren’t the most knowledgeable in ships or storms, but you knew that that storm looked like it would take a miracle to be able to cross it without the ship sinking in the process. You dreaded to think of how any of you were going to manage to pull through from that.

“Well,” San drawled, not showing any outward concern for the current situation, “Looks like we’ve come across one of Maddox’s tests.”

“So it would seem,” You agreed, still not taking your eyes off it before you snapped out of it, moving into action, “We have to tell Hongjoong, and everyone else, too, we need to get ready.” San nodded, showing he understood, before you both rushed out to the main deck to warn everyone.

Taking a deep breath, you screamed at the top of your lungs, “Storm! There’s a storm!” Which effectively let everyone know what was going on, no matter where they were on the ship.

Immediately, Hongjoong was in front of you, a serious expression on his face, “Are you absolutely sure? How big did it look?”

“See for yourself,” You replied, pointing at the clouds, which were now visible from the deck of the ship.

Hongjoong cursed before turning to you again, “You need to go inside with Yeosang and stay there, if you get caught up in the storm, then this will all have been for nothing. We’ll handle the rest, you just need to stay safe.”

“How can you handle it when it’s that big?” You asked incredulously, not sure how willing you were to believe in the captain’s confidence.

“Don’t worry about us, you’re what matters here,” Hongjoong just waved off your concerns, “You just go hide inside, I promise you, we’ll make it out of this.” Hesitant, you complied to his request, shooting him a look that clearly showed you hoped he was right before you ran inside, joining Yeosang staying close enough to the door that you could still see what was happening.

“You don’t need to worry,” Yeosang tried to comfort you, “We all knew that a storm was a possibility for what could happen, Yunho even said so. We know what to do.”

“A storm of this size, though?” You questioned, fear filling your voice, “Are you sure you’re that prepared? This storm is huge, Yeosang, what if we really don’t make it out?”

“We will make it out,” He said determinedly, holding onto your shoulders to help reassure you, “The crew knows what they’re doing, and this isn’t the first storm we’ve had to sail in, even if it is the largest. We’ll be fine, I promise you.”

You sighed, looking back onto the deck, where everyone was getting into their positions, “I hope you’re right…”

Everything was silent right before the storm hit. Not one person was saying anything, you couldn’t even hear the sounds of anyone breathing, the only thing heard being the waves as they hit the sides of the boat. Then, all at once, all anyone could hear was the roar of winds and the loud noises of rain pelting the water and ship, the waves beginning to become rockier instead of how smooth they were just minutes before. Within seconds, everyone out there was soaked to the bone, their clothes clinging to them, while Hongjoong barked out orders that the rest of the crew tried their best to follow them within their current capabilities. You watch as they struggled, frowning at how hard the crew seemed to be able to hold onto something to be able to stay on the ship. You almost wanted to rush out there and join them, wanting to help at least in some way, but Yeosang seemed to know what you were thinking, as he kept a hand on one of your shoulders to stop you from going anywhere. You frowned, but stayed in place, wishing desperately that you could do something to be able to help.

This went on for what felt like hours, but in reality, couldn’t have been that long, the rain pelting the members and everything else it was able to fit, the waves getting bigger as well, rocking the ship back and forth violently. You knew, it was only a matter of time before someone ended up losing their grip, and sure enough, you saw Wooyoung’s grasp on the railing begin to slip, and without even thinking about it, you pulled yourself out of Yeosang’s grasp and rushed down to grab him, reaching him just before he was forced to let go by the wind.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?!” He shouted at you, almost trying to make you let go before he realized that if he did that, he’d go flying into the ocean, and so decided to hold on tightly to your hands, “You’re going to get hurt!”

“I don’t care!” You shouted back, trying with all your strength to pull him back on board, but with the wind hitting you at every angle, and in general you not being the strongest of people, you were having a difficult time doing so. You could feel yourself starting to slip as well until you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, heaving both you and Wooyoung back onto the deck. When you turned your head to look to see who saved you, Hongjoong was the one looking back at you, a slightly irritated look on his face.

“I thought I told you to stay inside!” He demanded, “What are you doing out here?!”

“Saving your crew members, apparently!” You shouted back, in no mood to start an argument at this time. Clearly, neither was he, because he didn’t say anything else, just held onto you tightly to make sure you didn’t go anywhere else. As for Wooyoung, he went back to his place, making sure to keep a better grip on the rail so as to not let go of it again.

The storm continued, not showing any sign of stopping, making you want to tear out your hair in frustration. Just how much longer could this storm last?! It was too much, there was no way this was a normal storm, How does Maddox expect us to-? Wait.

San’s words rang through your head again, “Looks like we’ve come across one of Maddox’s tests.”

A test.

Scrambling to stand up, you managed to pry yourself away from Hongjoong’s grasp, making him shout, “What are you doing this time?!”

“Just trust me!” You shouted back, making your way back to the bow of the ship as best you could. You had to hold onto the wall, slipping here and there as the waves seemed to be getting even bigger, but eventually, you made it to where you and San were just before the storm broke out.

Holding onto the railing as if your life depended on it (which it did), you screamed out at the top of your lungs, “Maddox! I’m not going to stop no matter what it is you throw at me!” The waves just roared back at you, as if trying to challenge you further, “I don’t care what you do, I’m not giving up! I will get to the island and I’ll make you tell me everything, I don’t care what it is I have to do, do you hear me?! I’m not giving up!” Part of you knew that there was no way Maddox could possibly hear what you were saying, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop yourself, you felt as if you had to let him know just how determined you were to get to him.

And it seemed to work, because after a few more minutes of the storm raging on, it began to calm down. The waves died down, the wind slowed into a soft breeze, and the rain began to fade out until it wasn’t there anymore. The clouds cleared up and just like that, it was like the storm had never happened, the only proof it had occurred being your own soaking wet hair and clothes and the water all over the ship’s deck. Sighing in relief, you turned around, only to find yourself facing Hongjoong, just as soaked as you were, staring at you with a fascinated expression that you couldn’t really understand.

“What is it?” You asked, feeling a little nervous of the thought of something else occurring so soon.

He just laughed slightly, as if in disbelief, before saying simply, “You did it.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez pirate au #hongjoong fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #yunho fanfic #yeosang fanfic #san fanfic #mingi fanfic #wooyoung fanfic #jongho fanfic

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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Please can I ask E, L, O and Z from the writer asks list.

Of course you can! I’m always up for answering things :D

E. Have you ever written a crossover?

Yup! I’ve written a handful of them actually, from my first and only bashing fic Vampire vs Shinobi (Twilight and Naruto - I have always hated Twilight) which ngl is only still up on my accounts because it’s something I’ve written and if I prune fics to only be the ones I’m currently proud of... many fics would not stay up very long. My second-biggest fic, both in terms of wordcount and popularity, it also a crossover. The Combat School was my twist on the super common 2012 trope “the exorcists from the manga D.Gray-Man take part in the Triwizard Tournament”, and was my first 100k word fic and I think still ranks highly if you look at Harry Potter/DGM crossovers on FFN by reviews/favourites/followers. I think at one point it was as high as 4th but I doubt it’s that high any more. Slightly sneaky is my TAG/Fight Rising crossover Stolen Shadows, because strictly speaking you could just call it a dragon!AU for TAG, but they’re based on the fandragons I’ve got for the Tracy boys+Thunderbirds on the site and FR does have its own category on AO3 and FFN.

I think those are my only published ones, but I do enjoy prodding at ‘what if these two ‘verses collided’ in my head so there are a few others floating around that’ll probably never be actually written, but they’re fun to play with.

L. What is your favourite fic idea that you don’t think you’ll ever write?

Oh boy, this one’s tough. I usually try to write everything I think is worth anything, but some of them are just huge, so whether or not they’ll happen is another matter entirely. Because I’m really bored I’ll talk about all the current ‘huge and too ambitious to probably ever finish’ ideas. If they do end up one day happening, ah well, you heard them here first :P

Love Makes Fools (One Piece) - A retelling of the Wano Arc (most likely to be scrapped because the daydreaming I call planning happened long before the arc started so none of it is anything like how Oda’s actually shown) that’s actually a shipping fic, unusually for me. Shachi saves Kid’s life and Kid falls in love with him, leaving Shachi to handle the Kid Pirates while the StrawHeart alliance are off doing their usual crazy shenanigans and winding Kaido up.

Fight Against the Tide (Boku no Hero Academia) - A retelling of the entire manga except it’s not Izuku that’s Quirkless, but Bakugo, and unlike Izuku, Bakugo is determined to make it on his own and turns down the offer of One for All (but still manipulates All Might into training him). Lots of Bakugo and Mei chaos as she gives him the support gear he needs to keep up without a Quirk.

If They Never Were (One Piece) - A retelling of the entirety of One Piece (ahahah) except if Luffy never met Shanks and therefore a) never wanted to be a pirate and b) never ate the Gomu Gomu no Mi. Follows Luffy’s adventures in the Marines, and explores what would have happened to the rest of the Straw Hats if they never met Luffy - or at least, never met pirate!Luffy. I actually have a cast of OCs ready to go for this but this project is so ludicrously big I doubt it’ll ever be finished.

TAGxPJO thing - The Greek Gods foresaw the creation of IR and agreed with it, but there was one problem: the Tracy family are all suited to the sky, but most of the Earth is covered in water. Cue Gordon Tracy, son of Lucille Tracy and... Poseidon! The Tracys all know about demigods and gods and stuff but still consider Gordon their full brother, and to keep the monsters away from the powerful young demigod they ended up on the island where Poseidon could protect them (and a promise from Zeus that he won’t blast Thunderbirds out of the sky for having a son of Poseidon in them). Chiron’s going crazy knowing there’s a demigod out there somewhere that he can’t find and train.

TAGxDCMK thing - Okay, so this one is probably my absolute favourite. Scott sees something on a rescue that the Black Org didn’t want him to, so he got APTX’d, and TB1 got stolen. Conan and Haibara take him in and hide him from the world (including his own family) and he joins the fight to take down the BO. Meanwhile, the Tracys are going crazy looking for Scott. In this AU no-one knows who IR really are, so Conan and co. don’t know Scott’s real name. However, the Tracys are still a rich family so they’ve rubbed shoulders with the Kudos before and Scott’s met Shinichi as a kid and realises who he is. At some point they end up going to Tracy Island? idk, not sure where it would go after that. And KID is involved because you can’t not involve KID.

O. Is there any fandom you’ve been into that you haven’t written fic for? Why not?

Many, usually because I’m just not inspired enough to actually write anything for them. If they’ve got a really complex canon, or something I just can’t get my head into, I tend to not write, either. Same with if there’s a character I can connect to enough. Examples include Homestuck, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures (although I do have a vague wip for a Steel Ball Run fic, actually) and Miraculous Ladybug, but I’m sure there’s more if I think harder.

Z. Post an excerpt from either your first fic or your most recent one.

Oh hell, why don’t we do both so I can cringe and cry and what I used to be like vs what I’m like now. Going with posted only (wips are a whole other kettle of fish).

First ever posted fic, from September 2009: Unwanted (Naruto). The opening:

There was not a sound to be heard. For once, there was no breeze caressing the emerald leaves in the forest surrounding Konoha. Not a single bird sang; nothing stirred. The bright blue sky didn't contain one cloud - the sunshine was unbroken.

A raven haired teenager stood in the heart of the wood, gazing emotionlessly at the Village Hidden in the Leaves with cold, black eyes.

"It's changed," he murmured quietly. There was a rustle behind him and his three companions appeared.

"So there's your hometown, Sasuke," the silver haired shinobi said, violet eyes inspecting the village. "It's pretty busy." He was right - they could just about make out the general hubbub of village life. The dark haired adolescent said nothing.

"What's wrong, Sasuke-kun?" the only kunoichi in the team asked, putting one hand on Sasuke's chest where his shirt was open, and the other embracing him. He shrugged her off coldly.

"Quit flirting with Sasuke you cow, Karin," the silver haired ninja told the red head.

"I'm not a cow, Suigetsu you...you..." she spluttered, unable to think of a bad enough insult.

"Shut up you two," the final member of the team said quietly, his fiery eyes glinting in the sunlight. Karin and Suigetsu quickly stopped bickering. With much trepidation, Sasuke started to walk towards the gate. He hadn't eaten for days - starving himself, pushing himself further. His vision blurred slightly, but he carried on walking. It wasn't long, however, before everything went black and he fainted.

Most recent fic, from July 2020: Grounded (Thunderbirds). The ending:

"Scott?" Virgil sounded worried, and he opened his eyes – when he had closed them? – to look up at his worried brother. Alan and Gordon hovered nearby, and he looked at them all in turn, even John's silent hologram – his ginger brother hadn't been there when the test had started, hadn't been expected after he pointed out their holotech's range didn't reach that far. "Are you okay?"

Was he okay? He had a broken rib, was recovering from a near-fatal spider bite and its side effects of dehydration, bradycardia and hypotension, and the man who had almost killed his brothers multiple times was standing the other end of the same balcony.

But they were one step, one significant step closer to Dad.

"Yeah," he said, staring out past them, at the platform cradling the most important engine International Rescue had ever created. For the first time since that horrid trash mine day five weeks earlier, he could honestly say, "I'm okay."

I’ll leave you guys to be the judge on whether or not I’ve improved at all. I’d like to think I have.

#ask #hedwigstalons #not fic #unwanted #grounded

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louisfrecklesss · 5 years

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Approval | Louisentine

Description: Clementine meets Louis’ parents

Words: 1,180

Ship: Clementine x Louis

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff, a bit sad lol

A/N: i’ve been gone for so long i forgot what the fuc- to do and even how to write but i miss it and i miss you even more. i love you all so sorry i was gone for so long. ngl i don’t even like any of the fics i was writing anymore like the series. might delete them all oops- please keep in mind that through out this whole fic ‘Louis’ is pronounced ‘Louie’ by his parents as his mum is half french, i don’t make the rules sorry. also the french used in her is from google translate so it’s wrong please correct me so I can change it, thank you!

ps i haven’t read over this, i just really wanted to post it oops-

“Mom, please.” Louis pleas with his mum who is currently dancing around the house excited to meet Louis first ever girlfriend; if she ever dares to say it she would say that say that she would have lost hope for her son but the day has come and she couldn’t more any more excited.

“Louis, leave your mother.” Louis frowns staring at his phone anxiously waiting for Clementine’s text saying that she has arrived; he’s been counting down the days that she would finally get to show her beautiful personality to his parents. “When is she coming? Is she allergic to anything? Do I need to call the butler, son?”

Louis shook his head opening his mouth to answer but his phone rings with a notification signalling that she has arrived outside his house.

From My Darling [13:46pm]

Babe

I think I’m here

I can’t tell, maybe I’m at the queen’s house

To My Darling [13:47pm]

stop it

the house isn’t that big

this is the smallest house out of all of them

From My Darling [13:47pm]

Fuck off

I’m going home

From My Darling [13:48pm]

My love, please

I’m coming to get you

Louis runs to the front door clicking for the gates to open without saying a word to his parents but due to his fast movement they got the hint. “Look at him go, hun.” He hears his father speak to his wife as he watches Clementine’s car pull up in the drive way; she steps out the car her dress flowing in the wind before leaning through the window and giving Lee a kiss on the cheek. Louis’s face lit up waving to Lee who drove away; Clementine runs towards the boy wrapping her arms around him.

“Lou, I’m so nervous.” She whispers into his chest as he kisses her temple smiling widely.

“Nothing to be worried about, I’m with you. I’ll be with you the whole time, even if you need to go to the toilet.” Clementine giggles at this hitting his arm; she can feel how broad his arms are, all that working out is starting to show and she likes it but having her soft little Lou wasn’t always a bad thing.

“Aren’t you going to show us the Clementine, Louis?” His father stands in the doorway looking at the two lovebirds as they separate and Clementine wipes the side of her face before muttering a soft ‘hello’.

“Let’s go inside.” Louis whispers to her before leading her inside the house, Clementine looks around seeing pictures of Louis and his parents some smiling others of them during formal settings not cracking any smiles. One picture that catches her attention is one of Louis when he was around seven years old after he won a spelling bee, he was so small yet you could see that he didn’t want to be there at all. “Mum, Dad, this is Clementine.”

Louis’ mum visually tightens as she looks at Clementine, she looked her up and down analysing the girl in front of her. She looks at the quality of her clothes accepting that they are not of amazing quality and checking to see if she is worthy of her son “What do you study Clementine, art?”

Clementine shook her head looking at her putting her arm out waiting for a handshake while answering. “No, I study English. Lee, my dad, is an english professor.” Louis’ mum never took her hand in hers and Louis used this opportunity to her Clementine’s hand and wrap it in his.

“So, you support Louis and his music then?” Clementine puckers like a fish trying to mutter the correct answer to that question as she knows very well that his parents do not see that as a suitable career for their son.

Louis mutters something in french to his mother who gives him a death stare in reply; his father doesn’t say anything about the situation and just pours himself a glass of wine.

“Louis, can you call the butler and tell him to get me more wine please?” Louis dad voices from across the room where the indoor bar is located; Louis doesn’t leave Clementine as he reaches for the intercom and request for the wine. In this time, Louis mum offers Clementine some water to which she doesn’t accept feeling like she might drop the glass if she was holding one.

“What makes you think you’re suitable for my son? From what I can muster, you only got into the same college as my son because your daddy is a professor.” Louis mother walks over and steals the glass from her husband.

“She got in on her own mu-”

“I didn’t ask you Louis, arrête de la protéger!”

“Mum!”

Clementine feels tears building up, but she pushes them back before smiling. “I got into the college before Lee was a professor there.”

“Why does she call him by his name?” His father address Clementine as if she is not in the room and Louis’ mother shakes her head before turning to Clementine expecting an answer.

“He adopted me so I’m not quite used to calling him Dad just yet, I’m sorry.”

Louis jumps into the conversation standing in front of the girl that looks as if she is about to pass out any second. “No, don’t apologise. What is this? You were so happy to meet her a couple minutes ago and now you’re acting like complete assholes!”

“Watch your mouth son.”

“She adopted? That explains it!” His mother laughs before sitting next to her husband with her head in her hands. “Is it money you want from Louis? Is that it?” She laughs at Clementine as she tries to find a way to reply to her but nothing comes out. “Just, get out. Please.”

Clementine walks out of the room heading somewhere she’s not even sure of, anywhere at this point. Louis is right behind her calling out her name before pulling her into a room which turns out to be a washroom. As soon as the door closes, Clementine breaks down sobbing like a little girl.

“Fuck.” She mutters in between hiccups wiping her face as if she is trying to hide the tears that’s leaving her eyes. “I-I didn’t think it w-would be this ba-bad.” Louis holds her face in his hands looking at the love of his life so helplessly, how is he meant to make this better? It’s impossible.

“I’m so so so sorry my love, I didn’t know they were going to do that. Please forgive me.”

Clementine shakes her head before pulling out her phone and texting Lee. “I just wa-want to go home Lou.”

Louis closes his eyes leaning his forehead on hers before sighing heavily. “Let’s go.”

“You can’t leave w-with me, not after t-that.”

“I told you I’m here, I’m not leaving.” He kisses her lips softly before pulling away not opening his eyes. “Didn’t I say that?”

Clementine smiles nodding. “Even if I need to go to the toilet.”

“Even if you need to go to the toilet.”

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numeronubisexualhawkeye · 5 years

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Be Kind, Rewind

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@thatahjuma

(ngl cheif, almost didn’t do this one cause it was kinda hard for me lmao)

It was Quill's idea. All of the guardians and Thor had been onboard in an instant, but Clint was hesitant when Nebula had come forward to tell him the plan. He missed Natasha more than words could describe, but Clint wasn’t one to try to fuck with the dead.

He had already time travelled twice in one week, fought an alien army for the second time in his life, and ran around with a glove with stones powerful enough to wipe out a planet, all in the course of 72 hours. Necromancy was something he probably should have expected to be next on his involuntary to-do list, but not like this. Not with Natasha.

She had quite literally given her life for the fate of the universe, so that he could live to see victory. Undoing her sacrifice felt selfish, and a part of him feared that undoing her death would somehow undo the battle against Thanos. It also felt incredibly unfair. Who was he, or any of the guardians, to play G-d? Clint could understand Quill’s need to do this, Gamora had had no choice in Thanos being her father and being killed for the soul stone. But Natasha, she was different. It felt disrespectful to go for such a long shot to bring her back. She had wanted to jump, had bet her life that it would work, and it did. They won. Hurt like a bitch, but Clint was ready to accept that she had died as she had lived; working to save the world. He wasn’t sure if he was willing to undo what she’d done all because he missed her.

But Bruce confirmed the math (even if almost all of it was completely theoretical), and everyone onboard was willing to give it a shot. Worst case scenario, everyone hangs it up, and tries to move on with life, try to carve out something new among the old ashes of a missing loved one. Best case scenario, well Clint knew what that was, but he was still too afraid to think on it. What if she came back angry? Would she even come back the same? Would the Red Skull even let her come back at all? There was only one way to find out. He packed his bags, boarded the ship, and held on as Rocket piloted them to lightspeed back to Vormir.

Clint was almost mesmerized when he saw Vormir appear out of the vast blackness of space when Rocket pulled them out of lightspeed. But when the realization of what they were here to attempt to do flooded his mind again, he felt uneasy. This felt like a mistake waiting to happen. It wasn’t going to work, there was too much working against them for this to work. They were about to mess with a magic Clint had never seen before. Even after being around aliens for the last 24 hours and seeing the Infinity Stones’ power for himself, he still felt like they were meddling with something completely out of their realm of comprehension.

They exited the ship, Quill leading them at first, but Nebula stopped them halfway up the mountain and turned to Clint. “You should address the guardian.” she said.

He had been nervous before, but hearing her suggestion, it made him want to turn around and wait on the ship. The plan had originally been for Quill to go first, seeing as Gamora had died more recently than Natasha had. If everything went smoothly and she came back, then that would mean that the chance of bringing Natasha back were better than the some odd million to one chances that Bruce had offered when he hypothesized their plan back at on Earth. If he went forward first and this didn’t work, he didn’t know what he would do. He had failed to turn up to fight Thanos, wasted five years brooding and killing, left Natasha alone to deal with trying to run the Avengers and save the world by herself, and when he finally came back, he barely had any time to appreciate those last few hours they had had together. He had always envisioned the both of them making it out together. That they would be together right now, leaving the guardians to fight their own battle alone and finally leave the world in the hands of some of the fresher Avengers. But all of that had dropped into oblivion when Natasha let go of his hand. But now, well now he had a chance to get it all back. A very fragile and slim chance, but a chance nonetheless. Their plan wasn’t foolproof, but he would much rather stick to it than wing it and hope for the best.

“Nebula, seriously?” Quill said stepping towards Clint. “I really doubt some guy is gonna be able to handle whatever Hellraiser here is gonna throw at him.”

Nebula’s expression didn’t change. She simply shot a glance between Quill and Clint. “You’re wrong. He’s been here before. Tried to give his life to save Natasha so she could bring the stone back. He can do it.”

“I’m flattered,” Clint started, “but,” he didn’t have time to formulate a full answer.

“Clint, son of Edith.” the Red Skull said. He floated down from the cliffs above. Had he been able to hear them this entire time? “Nebula, daughter of Thanos. Peter, son of,”

“Okay, enough with the role call,” Quill cut in. “We’re here to bargain.” Quill reached inside his pocket and held out the soul stone. It had been agreed upon that he would be the one to carry it, seeing as he had held the power stone years before without dying.

The Red Skull didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, he looked, confused. His eyes squinted and he reached out his hand for the stone when Quill held it out. “No one has ever brought it back.” he explained. He paused again, and looked at Clint. “You have come for an exchange?”

Nebula’s plan to have Clint speak instead seemed to be set in motion even though no one had agreed on it. “Yes. You remember me?” Clint asked.

The guardian nodded. “Of course. Few ever follow through with the exchange for the stone. But even fewer willingly give themselves for it.”

Clint fought against the lump in his throat as he remembered he and Natasha fighting each other as they raced to the cliff’s edge. “It should have been me. If I switch places, and you bring Natasha back,”

“Barton what are you doing?” Quill hissed beside him. “This wasn’t the plan.”

“We’re fucking with death Quill, you really think any kind of plan was going to hold water here?” Clint whispered harshly. “We have to play by his rules, or turn around with our tails between our legs. If this doesn’t work, then nothing else will.”

Clint was willing to give his life for Natasha. He had done it so many times before back when Shield was still around, G-d all those missions seemed so trivial compared to what he was trying to do now. Jumping in front of a fire fight to pull Natasha to cover felt like a walk in a park to this. But he was willing to do it. He was already willing to give his life for the soul stone before, and not just for Natasha, but for the fate of the universe. Now that the dust had settled and he had a second chance, a chance to do things right in his eyes, he wasn’t too eager to screw that up because Quill suddenly had a penchant for doing things according to plan.

He held his hand out to Quill. “Give me the stone.” he instructed. “I can’t make any promises, but I will try my hardest to bring Gamora back.”

Quill looked away for a moment, his face twisted as he weighed the very limited options. It was either this, or they both jump and hope the Red Skull accepted 50/50 deals. “Fine.” Quill said at last. “But if this doesn’t work, I swear to G-d, I will dig you up and kick your corpse’s ass.”

He hadn’t said it to be funny, but Clint smirked anyway. “It’s going to work. He took the stone from Quill and walked to the Red Skull. “A soul for a soul, that’s what you said right?”

The Skull’s expression was unchanged. “Follow me.”

Clint gave one last glance over his shoulder to the guardians as he walked to the mountaintop. This is the only way. He thought. It’s better this way. Natasha was going to come back, the scales would be tipped to order. Clint just prayed that his promise to Quill would hold up, he couldn’t stand to think if he had wasted another life and kept another couple apart because of his selfishness.

At the mountaintop, Clint swore he could hear the ghost of he and Natasha’s conversation in his ears. To the Red Skull, that had been almost a decade ago, but to Clint, it had barely been two days. He walked to the edge, the Red Skull following closely behind him.

“A soul for a soul.” he repeated. He looked back to the guardian, “Will this even work?”

The Skull didn’t answer. He just held out his hand. Clint looked at the stone in his hand one last time. For a moment, he wondered if he could bring the Red Skull down with him. When he and Natasha had first come to Vormir, he had said that he knew all there was about the stone. He had seen G-d knows how many people come to try and get the stone, the few that did leaving half the person that they had been before. Those souls and bodies didn’t just disappear. They had to go somewhere. The stone was the only logical answer, but if that were true, then they would have been released when Bruce snapped his fingers.

A soul for a soul.

Clint held his hand out toward the Red Skull, and when he brushed his hand with his to take it, Clint lunged forward off the cliff. He tried to be quick with his grappling hook to catch himself, but the added weight of the Red Skull pulled him down too fast. Falling through the air, he felt impossibly slow, but he still reached out for the cliff wall, praying to find any ledge to take hold of. But there was none, and he finished the fall with the Red Skull, the soul stone forgotten in the air around them as he met the stone floor of the ground below.

There was a rush of sound around him. Wind? An explosion? No, no it was quieter than that. It was voices. Only a few of them, but he was sure that’s what he was hearing. But as quickly as they came, they were gone, the air in his ears popping as if the air was rushing to fill in the void that the voices had left when they vanished.

Clint’s eyes snapped open, he was staring up at the same purple-black sky that he had seen when he awoke with the soul stone. He bolted upward, his back soaked, he was in the same pool of water as last time.

“No.” Clint whispered to himself. He looked down at his hand, and there was the soul stone, the soft glow a beacon in his hand, telling him that he had failed twice now. “No. No, no, no, no.” he cried.

It didn’t work. Of course it didn’t work. Just like he had suspected, they had tried to play G-d, and G-d played back.

He put his face in his hands and heaved out a sob. He didn’t care if the guardians heard him. He had failed again. Now, not only had he gone against Natasha’s dying wish and every conceivable law of nature, but himself as well.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice nearby said.

Clint looked up and saw a woman, no, an alien, green skin and all, standing a few feet away from him. “Gamora?” he whispered. She backed away slowly when she looked down and saw the stone in Clint’s hand.

“Hey, hey, no. I, I wasn’t supposed to get this. It was supposed to be a tra-”

“Clint.”

This time the voice came from behind him, but he didn’t need to turn around to see who it belonged to. He would know her voice long after he had passed on. Natasha.

Slowly, he allowed himself to turn around. When he saw her, he broke. They walked toward each other, his arms stretched wide, ready to pull him into his embrace. When they met in the middle, she pushed him away with tears in her eyes.

“I told you to go. You weren’t supposed to come back. I told you it was okay!” Despite the anger in her voice, she cried. But he wasn’t listening. He pulled her to him and kissed her, letting the stone drop to the water as he pressed his hands against her back. She was there, she was alive, she was real.

“You know I’m a jackass.” he said when he finally paused for air.

Natasha let out a short laugh. “Fuck. Me dying to save the literal universe just wasn’t good enough, huh?”

Clint didn’t even know what to say. He just kissed her again and took her hand, as he lead them and Gamora back to the guardians and the ship, so they could finally live in the victory they deserved.

#k.txt #fic tag #clintasha #endgame spoilers #fix it fic

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sireneia-a · 6 years

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anyway thread wishlist stuff i guess ?? ofc nobody has to do this so if you ever want to thread w/ me about something different don’t feel obligated to choose any of these just cause i eventually want to write them

it’s lengthy as a note but at least under a cut! apologies for those on mobile. i’m also refraining from listing anything shippy since i don’t want ppl to feel obligated to ship with me just because i like a certain ship fsduhfsdkjsdhksfd. list goes in roster order, not based on personal interest level. i’m also putting the MOST far-fetched shit on here like with muses i expect literally no one to have cause i’m wild

KENT ( fe7 )

odd friendship between kent, sain and lowen

kent hanging out with literally any of the other red christmas cavaliers

postgame conversation with kent about what both parties have been up to since fe7

heroes verse thread with kent and another steward like character

heroes verse thread with kent and another catria archetype having that Unrequited Love for Liege Solidarity

KLIFF ( fe2 / fe15 )

hrm... i honestly don’t have a lot? i guess anything referencing the manga is cool cause i think his character arc in that’s really good

i mean. if i played archanea games, something with him meeting someone in archanea postgame probably would’ve been cool but i still haven’t played a marth game orz

OH HOW COULD I FORGET an fe2 kliff and an fe15 kliff interacting with one another!! probably heroes verse. i’d take writing the fe2 kliff any day god i love him

PERCY / LUTZ ( fe14 )

heroes verse thread where lutz latches onto michalis with admiration

heirs of fate verse thread between lutz and one of siegbert’s other retainers ( soleil, velour, ignis ) OR with syalla

azura mothered percy talking to his mom about his insecurity with singing compared to / inferiority complex with shigure

literally anything with hisame dude these supports have me so shooketh

TATIANA ( fe2 / fe15 )

any threads between tatiana and either zeke/camus OR nyna are Yes. Very Yes in my book. i love the uniqueness and gray morality of their love triangle situation

since i hc that tatiana is good friends with rinea pregame, i think a thread between her and berkut pregame sounds good!! or heroes thread if someone prefers. it could be about anything honestly

fe2 tatiana interacting with an fe15 tatiana!!! heroes verse most likely as was explained in kliff’s variant. i’m definitely willing to write either tatiana in this situation but i’d assume fe2 tatiana would be mine ngl

HMMM i don’t really have much direction this, but i think tatiana interacting with a louise sounds kinda interesting!

tatiana interacting with a lovestruck character ( not necessarily a catria archetype but characters like canon love interests could also work ) that are young and serving as a confidant for them on romance affairs!!!

STAHL ( fe13 )

mentor-student relationship between frederick and stahl

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT... heroes verse thread between stahl and alec?? i just think these two would have a weird dynamic that sounds kinda fresh

HINATA ( fe14 )

parent-child thread between him and hisame !!!!

i have a valentia verse for him i wouldn’t mind using actually!! especially considering he’s a deserter in that au

MARIBELLE ( fe13 )

hmm i’m probably not describing this well but a thread where she helps someone with dressing up / makeup sounds feel-good?

maribelle helping plan lissa’s wedding !!! god u know she’d be all over that shit !!!

maribelle and chrom having some kind of heart to heart. maybe talking over the past?? whether it be the former exalt and ylisse’s past or hell even some jugdral history. i feel like she’d know it.

SILAS ( fe14 )

somebody talking about silas’s history as a bad boy(tm)

silas reminiscing about the past with either camilla or xander

big brother relationship between silas and elise?? i mentioned briefly before that i think them being close because of him opening up about how he wants to meet corrin again and elise being supportive is totally my jam

more corrin + silas childhood friend interactions in general dude i won’t ever get enough of that

BERKUT ( fe15 )

berkut and fernand interactions are cool !!! especially ones that highlight their age difference and maturity levels/gap in experience

berkut lives au where he reflects with alm about the paths they took in life

berkut lives au where he talks with alm about rudolf and rigel in general

dude literally any otome situation between berkut and rinea and i’m down. i know i said i’d refrain from anything shippy but <:’) oops....

HAYATO / TSUKUYOMI ( fe14 )

hayato meets elise. idc where it goes but i just think their dynamic could be hilarious

hayato reflects with fuga about his parents

parent-child thread where hayato talks about the wind tribe with rhajat

heroes verse thread where hayato meets ricken. i’m also down for him being like the oldest version ( except maybe azelle might be older than him ?? idk dude ) of the archetype of young prodigy mage and just babysitting them all begrudgingly

a ship thread where someone convinces him it’s okay to be self-indulgent and show childish behavior or weakness. idk if he’s acquiesce if it was someone besides his lover

training thread or some other kind of interaction between hayato and hinata

MARK ( fe7 )

one of the rgb lords trying to help him learn self-defense

reunion with lyn in heroes verse. though warning that mark will kinda be awkward and not as warm abt it as nintendo continually makes lyn about it

more threads in general between mark and robins actually! considering the games like to liken them to one another

a thread between mark and someone from bern. let it be awkward. or let the other person actually have heard of mark before and his history in bern.

LEIF ( fe4 / fe5 )

a thread between him and seliph. i don’t really have any specific ideas except leif kinda being envious but yeah!

a thread with an ares talking about their times in leonster

dude an interaction with him and literally ANY second gen trust me i’ll be here forever if i list them all down but febail, patty, tine, lene, coirpre, diarmuid, and ced all jump out to me for various reasons

heroes verse thread between him and someone from awakening talking about how his legacy might have been thousands of years in the future. idk if leif would be like Extremely notable in the same way that arvis was, but i’d think it cool!

fe5 muses i will die for u

leif interactions with other protags!! god i love crossover protag interactions in heroes verse trust me

CLIVE ( fe2 / fe15 )

thread between him and jesse catching up on old times. this can be as awkward as hell or jovial but with clive hiding awkwardness underneath it

some kind of introspective heart-to-heart between him and mathilda, forsyth, lukas, or python. i’m down for any of those four tbh

not as much an interest to me as the kliff variant of this was ( mostly due to the fact both clives are pretty similar actually ) but !!! fe2 and fe15 clive interacting with one another and talking about their circumstances. who do u trust more than urself

COIRPRE ( fe4 / fe5 )

sibling thread after lene and coirpre find out they’re related.

sylvia children solidarity is being prisoners of war: the thread

sylvia children duality: coirpre having found family dynamic but lene is still fixated on finding their birth parents

au where coirpre is fathered by lewyn and he wields forseti but refuses to use it even though he still has it with him.

( incest implications tw ) a claud fathered coirpre holding the power to bring people back to life interacting with a charlot who knows how to wield the berserk staff. The Contrast My Dudes. or this same coirpre interacting with seliph post-war.

awkward thread between coirpre and a dancer since he has an aversion to dancers unlike most fe characters. heroes verse possibly BUT i can also work with a lara since i hc that it’s actually her troupe that he built his distaste for dancers from.

TINE ( fe4 )

sibling thread between her and arthur talking about their different histories growing up

LENE ( fe4 )

the three sibling threads i mentioned beforehand with coirpre

lene talking with lara about the influential men in their lives and their motives for becoming dancers

same thing as above but with rinea in heroes verse holy shit!!!!!

#// I'M SO SORRY IF YOU'RE ON MOBILE I LITERALLY PUT SMTH DOWN FOR EVERY MUSE OF MINE #// hopefully it being fuck o clock saved y'all but .... if not... i'm so sorry.....#// save u.#long post ---#✦ | save.#✦ | ref.#✦ | ooc.#// not gonna tag my muses this time sure hope i don't regret this decision

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lichfucker · 3 years

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Morning for Ingot and Night for Cirrus~

thank you alyx for picking all the questions that just make me talk abt how shitty ingot's childhood was lmfao

I have to put these under a readmore bc 20 questions is a LOT

1. What is your character's morning routine?

ngl I hate this question because I, tess the human, do not have a "morning routine" and truly do not understand what a morning routine even IS. like. what. wake up, brush your teeth, put on clothes, have breakfast? what the fuck else do people do in the morning

2. What was your character's morning routine when they were a child?

I dunno dude the same as it is now but worse? with a more rigid schedule? truly I don't understandddd

3. Do they eat breakfast? What's they favorite?

yes ingot eats breakfast but no they do not have a favorite breakfast food. dinner is for foods meant to be enjoyed. breakfast is purely pragmatic

4. Who was their childhood hero?

oh, their dad. absolutely ingot idolized their dad. they wanted to be an archer just like him and to serve in the military just like him and to use his bow and and and

5. What was their childhood fear?

breaking a rule and getting in trouble. being a shame to the family. being anything short of excellent

6. Did they grow up with siblings? What were those relationships like?

ingot and his younger brother lucien were like cordial coworkers. they were in different departments but they took their lunch break at the same time and they had the same shitty bosses. they never fought but like. they weren't FRIENDS

7. How was their relationship with their parents/guardians growing up?

bad lmao ingot was never their child he was an employee and a trophy

8. How does the sunrise make them feel?

like he's on the clock. like he's being watched. like there's work to be done

9. How do they like their mornings? Rainy and chilly? Bright and sunny? Not at all because they don't wake until noon?

clear sky. no wind. can see for miles. rain just reminds them too much of brogana

10. When did their childhood end?

one could argue ingot never had a childhood to begin with lmao. one could also argue that it ended when they turned 21 and were shipped off to war. or perhaps that it ended when they were 6 and picked up a bow. or perhaps pre-conception when their parents signed a contract with a devil and decided "we aren't going to have a son, we're going to have a champion"

31. Who are they when they aren't with the party?

mm who ISN'T cirrus when she's not with the party? she's a card shark. she's a swindler. she's a thief. she's monica nimbus, an up-and-coming flautist, new in town and just looking for her big break. she's a sweet genteel debutante fallen in puppy love with a dashing young lord. she's anyone she needs to be

32. Do they have any expectations of how they might die?

cirrus is never going to die :)

33. Where and/or with whom do they find peace?

anywhere she can lock eyes or pinkies with her brother brontide, that's home

34. How does the moonrise make them feel?

moonrise is thrilling. moonrise usually means it's time to work-- which means it's time to PLAY. all the fun and dangerous things happen when the moon is out

35. What do they see in the dark?

nothing bc she doesn't have darkvision sdlkfjsdf

darkness is... opportunity. it's cover. it's thrill. it's relief

36. What is their greatest failure?

oh surely numerous cons have gone south over the years, some in spectacular fashion. but the worst thing cirrus ever did was play innocent too well-- well enough that every mischievous plan she ever had was blamed on brontide, until eventually it was decided that he was too much trouble and ought to be sent away. she failed in her promise that "it's gonna be fine, trust me." she failed to keep him safe. if she'd been a worse actor everything would have been different

37. What is their sleep/trance like?

I imagine cirrus is a very light sleeper, but she's also kind of a... perfect sleeper? like the way actors in commercials have their eyes perfectly closed and they lie perfectly still and they put none of their weight on the pillow at all

38. Do they remember their dreams?

yeah. I think cirrus has very vividly colorful dreams

39. If someone could tell them anything about the future they asked, would they want to know? Would they ask?

hm... I don't know. I think cirrus has a lot of aspirations but she doesn't like to plan TOO far in advance, because where's the room then for adrenaline? for things to take an unexpected turn? sure it'd be nice to be certain that things are going to work out, but cirrus holds that conviction anyway. asking feels like a very grounded thing; cirrus needs to be moved by the breeze

40. What sets them free?

oh baby cirrus was born free. who can contain the sky?

#dragonborn-bhimbo #dragonborn bhimbo #thanks alyx #bluh bluh #ingot #cirrus #oops all dwarves #twins tag #g-d that was so many questions hhhh #ttrpgs

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katzuyas · 7 years

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I was tagged by my darling @tetsya, bless ur sweet heart alex //smothers u in smooches

I’m a fic writer, nothing new here (not my pic but I’ve had it for ages so I’m not even sure where I got it from tbh)

a slytherin through and through, even tho recently my tests all say ravenclaw but tbh?? I’m still a proud slytherin deep in my heart bc as they say the hat always takes ur opinion into consideration ;3c (the gif does not belong to me but I couldn’t find the original post anymore orz)

welp that me hi uwu

my beloved ships: kurohina, miyusawa and victuuri ♥

I love dogs, especially my floofy baby hina ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I actually like taking pics of pretty flowers when I find some...

...and other pretty things like this little waterfall in the japanese gardens I went to when I was in chicago last year

I actually love watermelon, especially when it comes in a drink and looks as pretty as that one uwu

this was a lot of fun so I’m gonna tag @saniika, @mooksmookin, @softeviktor, @horns-of-diamond and @miyukei! do it if you feel like it, no pressure!

tagged by @story-kat & @miyukei, thanks so much lovelies ♥♥

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

I choose:

haikyuu!! | ace of diamond | yuri on Ice

The first character you loved:

hinata shouyou | miyuki kazuya | victor nikiforov

The character you never expected to love so much:

matsukawa issei | sanada shunpei | christophe giacometti

The character you relate to most:

oikawa tooru |

The character you’d slap: (not really slap bc I don’t hate any of them THAT much but I’d surely pitch some snide comments at them bc boooy do they need to fix things)

tsukishima kei | furuya satoru | yuri plisetsky

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference):

hinata, kuroo, oikawa

eijun, miyuki, mei

victor, yuuri, chris

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

kageyama tobio | kataoka | I honestly don’t think one exists???

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

terushima | kanemaru | jj

3 OTPs:

kurohina, oihina, bokuhina

miyusawa, sanasawa, kuraryou

victuuri, phichris, jj/isabella bc gdi they deserve this let them be

tagging: @maniacani, @wamuura, @airisu7425, @ladyseara, and @sleep-furiously, hope you have fun guys~

tagged by @aphhun thanks so much sami~

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better!

a - age: 25

b - birthplace: poland tho it could’ve been us lol

c - current time: 10:47am

d - drink you last had: the republic of tea’s get gorgeous red tea

e - easiest person to talk to: definitely my daiya peeps on twitter

f - favourite song: currently camila cabello’s crying in the club

g - grossest memory: I don’t think I have any?? I usually just throw gross shit out of my mind asap

h - horror yes or horror no: no thank you

i - in love?: I wonder

j - jealous of people?: oh yea

k - killed someone?: lol no

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again: with fictional charas? hell yes; real people? nah I’ll pass and if u walk by again I’ll pass a second time unless u talk sports anime to me

m - middle name: magdalena ;3c

n - number of siblings: 0

o - one wish: not be so tired all the time

p - person you called last: mom

q - question you’re always asked: hey what’s up? NOTHING IS EVER UP OKAY I AM BORING AF I DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING INTERESTING TO TALK ABOUT PLS STOP ASKING

r - reason to smile: vitya nikiforov //heart eyes&smile

s - song you sang last: there’s nothing holding me back - shawn mendes

u - underwear color: gray

v - vacation: home alone with no one interrupting me, bless

x - x-rays: got my jaw done for braces

y - your favourite food: pizza!!!

z- zodiac sign: gemini

tagging: yo okay since my sister in angst has come back to the land of nerd you go get this one @fuckgrimm ;3c

tagged by @matsinko thanks you so much for the tag, I love writer memes <3

Cite the final lines of five of your fics – your favourites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

(I’m gonna go with my personal favs bc they usually end up with few notes so pls check them out if ur reading this?)

to keep you warm - victuuri

The sky around the faraway glaciers was greying and soon the sun would peek from behind them to drown the world with light. Standing at his side, Yuuri pressed their shoulders together. His warmth seeped into Victor, slow and careful, mindful of his melting, and Victor in turn pulled the winds closer around them, locking them in a cold whirl of crisp air.

Together, they watched the new day rise.

oh ye of so little faith - miyusawa

He'd never thought this was possible, he'd never believed. But Eijun... He always knew. He always knew that one day, that this day would come.

Still smiling, Kazuya allowed Eijun to lean in and press a kiss to his lips this time. And happiness never tasted sweeter.

One shot - miyusawa

Eijun pulled the trigger.

The gun recoiled, numbing his hand... and his heart.

You could have loved me when you had the chance - oihina

"Goodbye, Tooru."

He picked his bags and walked away, leaving the man he loved behind on the platform. He didn't look back, and there was no need to. Because this time Tooru didn't come after him either.

And as the wide doors slid shut behind him, the train starting to move and slowly gaining speed, he sagged against the wall, the sobs wrecking his body, and Shouyou was sure that he would never come after him again.

Dressed like a daydream - bokuhina

He scooped up Hinata into his arms, held him close, and while they were still both breathless, pressed a thousand kisses to Hinata's face.

The forehead, temple, brow. Nose and eyelids, cheeks and jaw, chin and lips. And then again. Until Hinata's warm laughter, tired but satiated, filled the air and Bokuto's heart.

Hinata was magic, madness, heaven, sin. But to Bokuto, he wasn't just that.

To him, Hinata was everything.

tagging: @aphhun, @shslshortie, @amaanogawa, @iwritevictuuri and @sagechan, have fun if u wanna do it but no pressure~

tagged by @softeviktor thanks, sweets //sends smooches

Rules: tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better

Name: kat Nickname(s) : kat lol Gender: female Star sign: gemini Height: 5′7″ish Favourite colour: literally any pastels Favourite animal: dogs <3 Average hours of sleep: 5-6 tho I always try for 8 and fail rip Cat or dog: lmao see above DOGS FOR LIFE Favourite fictional characters: victor nikiforov, kuroo tetsurou, hinata shouyou, miyuki kazuya, sawamura eijun, christophe giacometti Number of blankets I sleep with: 2, sometimes 3 in winter Favourite singer/artist: singer would no doubt be sam tsui, the band is harder but hmmm I guess I’ll say one ok rock Dream trip: japan, anything japan Dream job: writer When was this blog created: somewhere in 2011 I believe?? Current number of followers: huh idek lemme check... almost 6.5k ;3c

skipping the tags on this one, sorry ;u;

Task: answer questions with the initial of your first name and what comes to mind

Four letter word: kick Something you shout: kurwa (it’s polish for ‘whore’ lol) A boy’s name: kristoff An occupation: kitchen help Something you wear: knee-highs A colour: khaki A food: kiwi A drink: kinky witch A place: kraków Movie title: kung fu panda Animal: kitten Title of a song: keep holding on - avril lavigne

(ngl I had to google some of these holy sheet it was hard)

I’ll tag @story-kat and @matsinko and @tetsya for this bc it was super fun!

#tag game #me myself and I #this was fun ahhh #hope you guys enjoy the tags #don't feel like u gotta do them tho #god knows I was tagged for these ages ago #*sweats*#thanks anyways~

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dickie-gayson · 7 years

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Me and the Devil

Jason Todd was tortured and killed by The Joker and Dick Grayson had disappeared; murdered by the Court of Owls.

But everyone knows a Robin Redbreast in a cage puts all of Heaven in a rage. And even dead birds can fly again when the Gods demand it.

So, when the Talon catches wind of a new crime lord gunning for the Bats, he goes to investigate. After all, birds of a feather flock together and nobody clips a Robin's wings and lives to laugh about.

Characters: Arkham Knight!Jason Todd, Talon!Dick Grayson

Warning: Violence

Pairing: None

Genre: Supernatural? Crime? Horror? idk lmao

Words: 3k+

Other Parts: --

Also: I take prompts/requests. Can be found on FF here and Ao3 here

Notes: Mori Shej is 100000% still being worked on, I promise! I'm halfway done with the next chapter, this has just been in my head. ngl this is a self-indulgent fic. There is basically zero canon-compliancy here. Just consider it a total AU. I've been wanting a fic where Talon!Dick and AK!Jason meet.

"If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground"

In the belltower of the abandoned Saint Louise de Marillac Cathedral in Old Gotham perched an unholy, subhuman creature wearing the face of a hero. It was truly a nightmare to behold with it's garish blackened veins against lifeless chalky skin. The luminescent yellow eyes that lit up the shadows only added to the grotesque imagery. That it took the church as its temporary home was a travesty of the most profane form. The Talon had been quite handsome once upon a time and so good at heart. That was years ago, before The Court of Owls plucked Nightwing from the rooftops and brought him to their home in the sewers. The horrors that occurred behind those granite and lime walls were unimaginable. They twisted Dick, made him into a cold, cruel monster and they suffered dearly for it.

It was their fault, really. What did they expect, taking a highly trained hero and corrupting him down to the core through torture? Loyalty? No, Dick Grayson was far too stubborn and spiteful to bow his head to his captors. He could play the game though. He could play it with the best of them. For years he pretended to be their subservient little pet; their lethal weapon of mass destruction. When the time was right and they grew comfortable with the horror they created, he struck them down. It had been pure chaos. Only the other Talons posed a threat to him, and hardly so. Before he was given the serum, the Talons had been a challenge, but he could still hold his own. Now that he had their very same abilities? It was laughable how he tore through them. The utter fear in the Parliament members' eyes when they finally realized what Hell they unleashed on themselves was oh so delicious. Each and every one of them was hunted down and executed without exception. They paid for what they'd done in blood.

The last thing Talon remembered before the Court got to him was his frantic search for his missing little brother. Upon his escape and after the systematic capture and execution of the Court, he took to hunting his old family out of curiosity. Dick needed to know why he'd been left to the torture the Parliament put him through; why he was abandoned in the sewers of Gotham to become the monster he was now. What had been so important that nobody rescued him?

It hadn't been hard to get into the Cave and find what he needed. The memorial cases displaying his Nightwing and the Robin suits would have left an odd feeling in his chest, but emotions had all but been stripped from him. Now he was only hollow and so very, very cold inside. It was in his temporary 'roost' that he watched that video. The brutal torture and death of Jason Todd at the hands of The Joker played out on the dimmed screen of his tablet. The piercing 'bang' of the final gunshot may as well have been the sound of the last nail in the coffin for the clown. Talon knew exactly who was next on his list. Nobody clipped a Robin's wings and lived to laugh about.

The whispers of The Arkham Knight reached him in his hunt for the Joker. Word spread through the underground of a newcomer armed to the teeth with a getup like Batman and gunning for the Batfamily. It was more than enough to pique his interest. Curiosity was always a strong point with Dick and that was something no amount of torture could take from him. So, he waylaid his hunt for a brief period to figure out who was encroaching on his territory. After all, if anyone was going to do some bat-hunting, it was Talon.

That's where the stalking began. He dogged the armored man's every step. From his hideout near the Bowery district to the base of operations in an abandoned shipping facility between Otisburg and Burnley. He could go nowhere without Talon shadowing him. The man had damn good instincts. From the way he looked around, often in the direction of Talon, indicated that he could sense he was being followed. It was almost amusing how paranoid the man became. Cameras were set up all over the place, state-of-the-art security systems were installed, and extra guards were positioned. Not that it stopped the highly trained assassin from slipping through it all.

The new gang seemed to be laying low. If Talon had to guess, it was to avoid unwanted attention of the vigilante sort. His constant watching led him to learn the man was indeed planning a big move against the hero. Talon grew bolder in his movements as his curiosity rose. Soon, he was searching through the office and even rifling through the masked man's various hideouts. That was when he learned that it was not some new crimelord in the making, but rather his 'deceased' brother, Jason Todd, beneath that helmet. He wanted to rip the mask off and see for himself that the dead bird wasn't quite so dead. Talon grew nearly obsessive with his stalking. He felt a sort of kinship with the hero-turned-criminal. Both had been snatched from the Bat, both had been tortured, both had been presumed dead (though it was a little truer in Dick's case), and both had been forgotten by their so-called 'family'. All they were anymore were empty suits in display cases and cautionary tales of what happens when one flies too far from the nest.

Perhaps he grew a bit possessive of his brother and killed those that conspired against The Arkham Knight. Perhaps he grew a bit obsessive and watched the man at nearly every waking, and sleeping, moment. Why shouldn't he be? That was his brother, his successor. It was his responsibility to make sure Jason suffered no longer. He failed his brother once already and he'd make damn sure he didn't fail again.

For weeks now, The Arkham Knight had the eerie feeling of being watched. At first, he searched but found no one. Then, he thought it might be his rampant paranoia growing worse. After all, the time to attack Batman was growing near and it was setting his nerves on edge. However, he wasn't entirely convinced it was all in his head. So he decided to ramp up security discreetly. He had extra eyes around the facility, hidden cameras in every nook and cranny, security systems to rival the Cave's. Still, nothing came of it. That would have put his mind at ease, but the feeling only increased. It even followed him to his hideout. In an act of desperation to escape the eyes, he dropped everything and picked out a new hideout. Jason made sure to take obscure routes to throw off any stalkers upon entering and exiting his new place.

The feeling was gone, but only for a short period of maybe two days, before it resumed. It made the man want to tear his hair out. He didn't want to admit the rising fear he felt, but it was absolutely undeniable. The nightmares only worsened from there. There was a constant thickness in his throat and a buzzing beneath his skin. Jason felt on the edge of panic at almost every point. It was a good thing he had full-body armor to cover his discomfort from the world. Sometimes when the anxiety got to be too much and the walls felt like they were closing in, he would lock himself in his office or his room and try to calm himself down through meditative techniques. The fear was all the worse because he had no idea who was following him so closely. The possibilities nearly petrified him.

That fact brought the anger he was oh so familiar with. The heat of rage was almost comforting in these times. He could handle anger. Hell, it was one of his driving forces at this point, but fear? He had too much of that at this point. He was sick to death of being scared of painted freaks and crowbars. More than once he caught himself screaming at nothing to come out already. Jason was so on edge. He just wanted them to stop. But no one ever came forward and he felt slightly silly for shouting into the shadows. He just couldn't help it.

Once, he thought he saw glowing yellow eyes watching him in the hallway of his hideout. Jason immediately went on the offensive and tried to catch the stalker. However, when he got closer, the corridor was empty. He searched top to bottom, every last corner and hiding spot, but he was alone. An acrid taste had coated his tongue and he was afraid he really was losing his mind. Jason thought he escaped the madness of the Joker, but it seemed he was wrong. It only followed him home. He nearly vomited at the realization. It crushed him on a soul-deep level and left him trembling in despair.

Jason had screamed and screamed and beat his fists into the walls as if they were responsible for his state. There was a pounding in his head that wouldn't subside. Laughter shrieked in his skull, so real he couldn't help the tears that burned his eyes. His fists nearly broke from the force and abuse. That night, he didn't sleep a wink. The next night he abandoned that destroyed hideout. Oh, how he wanted to blow the building sky high as a catharsis, but he couldn't. It'd draw the wrong attention to him too soon.

Unknown to him, those luminous eyes were very real and watched his breakdown with rapture. Nightwing would have wanted to comfort the distraught man. But Talon was only interested in seeing the man come undone. The intense reaction was so interesting. The sheer volume of Jason's emotions was almost addictive to watch. Dick felt so incredibly empty inside, like his heart had been carved straight out. To see the fire of Jason's spirit left him hungering. He craved that heat; wanted to tear his brother's chest open, consume him whole, and fill the abyss left in place of his own lost soul. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so cold and hollow. If Dick had even the barest trace of his old self left in him, he'd be utterly horrified and downright sickened at the thoughts running back and forth through his mind. That man was long since dead.

Tonight, The Arkham Knight was running a deal between his own gang and the Falcone on a shipment of weapons. Talon slipped through the security as if it didn't exist and perched in the dark of the rafters. This deal was going to get very interesting. Carmine had no intention of playing fair with the newcomers. He wanted to 'show them their place'. It was going to get bloody, and that's why he sent a lieutenant in his place. Well, Talon was going to make sure 'The Roman' got his message loud and clear. No one was allowed to mess with what was his.

Jason had that feeling of being watched again. He tried to ignore it as he conducted the deal, but that was growing increasingly difficult. It was as if someone were trying to pick him apart through sight alone. Like a mantra, he reminded himself that it wasn't real. It was all in his head. That is, until smoke started forming around his business partners. It was a familiar sort of smoke screen, like that of a pellet he used to carry as Robin. He started to internally panic, thinking the Bat had found him out already. It was almost instinctive to draw his gun and hold it at the ready.

The frantic cocking of the others' guns had him yelling out for everyone to stand down in an effort to prevent friendly fire. His helmet allowed him to see thermal imaging through the thick cloud. It wasn't Batman that dropped into the smoke, however. The figure was far too sleek in build to be Bruce and moved like liquid. At first, he thought it was Nightwing, back from wherever he disappeared to. The fluid way he flipped around screamed of the hero. But then Jason noticed the knives. Bodies dropped like flies around the unknown intruder. Screams filled the air and before he could get a shot off, the group sent by Falcone were dead. All except one.

As the smoke cleared, he got a good look of the assassin. In Jason's opinion, the owl mask was fucking stupid looking, but the rest of the outfit screamed 'professional killer'. He had lethal looking clawed gauntlets with what looked like throwing knives poking up like feathers and a bandolier of more throwing knives strapped to his chest. There were even more knives on his belt and God knows where else. Jason knew those claws could rend flesh because he saw the man take out a few throats with what seemed like casual swipes.

The last of the guest entourage was held by force before the man. The way the assassin had him kneeling was very close to that of the execution position. One of his many sharp blades was pressed snugly against the mobster's throat in such a way that even a wrong flinch could prove fatal. Those hideous goggles were staring directly at Jason but the knife-happy killer made no move to end the man. Jason had his gun trained expertly on the other's head. After a brief staredown, Jason spoke up with anger.

"You have one chance to give me a good reason not to put a bullet through that fuck-ugly mask of yours."

What he got in response was a slow, almost avian-like tilt of the head. Truthfully, it was downright creepy and made him want to pull the trigger. Before he could, though, the man spoke. Jason had to listen closely as the mask distorted his quiet voice.

"Confess."

He was about to respond with a resounding 'what the fuck' when he realized the assassin wasn't talking to him, but to the man in his grasp.

"What the hell do you mean?! Carmine's gonna hear 'bout this!"

The masked killer leaned down slowly until he was nearly brushing against his captive's face. Talon knew the man was lying. They had all been in on the plan. He had already taken out the reinforcements on the way in.

"Confess."

The way his voice dropped, frigid and soft, was frightening on a primal level. The mobster's shaking was visible even to Jason. The sentiment of 'what the fuck' still applied pretty heavily to the situation at hand. It seemed that was all it took to break the man. He cried out with a voice pitched high in fear.

"Alright! Carmine was plannin' on clippin' some of ya 'n musclin' in on the rest! Just lemme go! I won't say nothin' to the boss, I swear!"

Jason's blood boiled at the scheme. He knew doing business with the Falcone was tricky at best, especially since they were new on the scene, but this? Oh, that Sicilian fuck was going to pay. He was brought out of his angered planning when his apparent ally spoke up.

"Omerta, Jimmy. Omerta."

At the word, the man struggled briefly before stopping once the blade began cutting into his neck. He was all but crying at this point. Jason would say he felt for him, but he was a little too pissed to sympathize with the little shit. 'Jimmy' broke the code of secrecy and was fucked no matter which way he looked. It was tempting to just put a bullet through his head right now, but Jason decided to wait and see what the assassin was planning on doing with the man. Then he'd cap this waste of space and ship his body back to Carmine. 'The Roman Empire' was going to come crumbling down after this, he'd make sure of it.

Talon had no more use for the man. Any other knowledge was above the low-level thug's paygrade. Dick had heard far more in his time spying on the gang than this man was granted access to. All he needed was a solid confession, which he just got. His attention drifted back to The Arkham Knight. The gun pointing at him was of no concern to Talon. Bullets, at best, only slowed him down anymore.

"It's your head they came for, Knight. How would you sentence him?"

His voice, just as before, was all but a whisper. Jason was thankful for the enhanced audio of his helmet, otherwise, he'd have trouble hearing the lilted voice. The masked man was poised as still as a statue, ready to execute Jimmy if he gave the word. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the unknown assassin at this point, though he was relatively certain that this was the one who was stalking him. That would most definitely be addressed later. For now, he had a rat to deal with.

He walked around the table, gun still pointed at the knife-wielding man in case he tried anything funny. When he stopped in front of the two, Jimmy was basically hyperventilating and blood dripped from the worsening wound on his neck. Jason noticed the knife had been shifted to prevent accidental death. This guy was really serious about letting Jason decide his fate, it seemed. It might be flattering if the guy weren't so damn creepy. He still wanted to at least stab him a few times for stalking him.

"I got it from here."

That earned him another one of those odd, bird-like head tilts. Then, the thug was pushed toward Jason in a sort of sacrificial manner. Before he could try to flee, Jason grabbed his collar and lifted him up to eye level.

"You're gonna deliver a message to your boss for me, Jimmy."

The man shook like a leaf as Jason spoke. The fear was evident in the way his voice raised and stuttered over his words.

"S-sure thing, Mr. Arkham Knight sir. Whatever ya s-say."

Jason was smirking beneath the helmet. The deference given to him for his position in the underground crime scene took a bit of getting used to. It wasn't the same sort of respect and fear that Robin had gotten him. Robin scared criminals because that meant prison and The Bat. The Arkham Knight scared criminals because he was either their boss or their rival, and rivalries usually ended in death. They feared for their freedom with Robin. They feared for their life with Knight.

"Never said you needed to be alive to deliver the message."

Before the man could make another peep, Jason threw him to the ground and shot him through the head. He made an indistinct motion for this whole mess to be cleaned up. There was a whole lot of work to be done now that the Falcones pissed him off. But first, there was a certain bird-themed stalker he needed to take care of. He turned around, ready to start grilling the masked man, but was surprised to see the facility assassin-less. The fact that he just got Batman-ed by some guy in an Owl mask made his eye twitch.

"Where the fuck did he go?!"

A few of his men pointed upward. Jason followed the line and immediately picked out the sunroof he could have sworn he reinforced, welded shut, and set up with alarms to prevent just this. He wasted no time in grappling up to the spot and inspecting the window. If the killer had slipped through here, he took the time to rearm the alarms, much to Jason's frustration. The fact that he even knew how to deal with his security system made the situation significantly worse. This was Bat-level tech. Who in the hell knew how deal with Bat-level tech? It set his teeth on edge.

The guy was probably expecting Jason to disarm the alarms and slip out to find him. A diversion tactic to buy him more time to escape. Well, Jason said 'fuck that'. He slammed it open and let his men deal with the blaring sirens now. There were more important things he had to deal with. Like catching a homicidal stalker that liked to cosplay as a bird. The head start he got from slipping out when Jason was distracted made this all the trickier. But he was trained by the Bat, and if there's one thing Jason can do right, it's hunt someone down.

His hunt, however, was cut short when he swung over to the neighboring building and was met with a pile of dead bodies. Jason nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. There was at least twelve people stacked together and bleeding out over the rooftop. He needed to take a brief moment to recompose himself before assessing the situation. He recognized a few faces vaguely as belonging to a few ranking members of the Falcone. They were strapped with some heavy weapons. Jason had a growing feeling he knew exactly what happened and who did it. That's when the white sheet of paper caught his attention.

Someone, he was betting that black-clad assassin, pinned a note to one of the bodies with a fucking knife. He reached over and ripped the note off. It was a bit difficult to read the somewhat messy lettering when he opened it due to the blood smeared all over the paper, but he managed. The note was short, sweet, and to the point.

You're welcome, Baby Bird.

That was it, but it made his blood run cold. Nobody knew who he was before The Arkham Knight. Jason was really, really hoping it was just a stupid nickname the guy chose to keep on with the bird-theme and not a reference to his time as Robin. It couldn't be. Jason Peter Todd, the second Robin, was legally dead. He wasn't in the system any longer. It was just a name picked by an obsessive freak with a bird fetish. That didn't stop his gut from churning at the thought. He radioed to his men, informing them of the mess that needed to dealt with up here.

Just across the way and perched on a billboard sat the Talon. His enhanced vision allowed him to watch Jason quite clearly, even from this distance and darkness.

"Don't worry Little Wing, nobody will hurt you again. I'll kill them all first."

He watched until The Arkham Knight returned to the compound, out of his sight. Then, Talon turned and started making his way toward the high-end area of Gotham. There was a certain crime lord that made his list tonight.

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