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roosterr · 10 months

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white flag ✹ proglogue

note: can't believe i'm actually writing for ghost, yes he was the reason i got into cod, but i havent thought about him since like january lol. has this trope already been done? yes. am i doing it anyway? also yes.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 2.2k

no use of y/n readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: if there's one constant in your life, it's that ghost doesn't like you, so when your house burns down and you have no choice but to move in with him, it feels like your life is on a steady downhill spiral.

warnings: slowburn, some angst, your house burns down, ghost is mean, sort of enemies to friends to lovers

ao3

【next】

it's been almost a year since you'd joined the taskforce. nearly twelve months of gruelling hard work, and not for a single second had lieutenant ghost treated you with a shred of familiarity. at first, you thought he'd get over it, that he'd get past his obvious trust issues and warm up to you eventually, but you quickly gave up on that idea.

clearly, you'd been too optimistic.

which was unfortunate, considering how much you'd come to care for the prickly bastard, no matter how dismissive he was of you. it started slow; when you were first recruited, you held a great deal of respect for him because of his reputation, and you'd naively even looked forward to working with him. when you discovered his less than friendly demeanour, to say you were disheartened would be an understatement. he was withdrawn and stoic, never sparing you so much as a passing glance and a barked order, whether you were in the field or not.

the other sergeants had assured you that he wasn't as cold as he comes across; soap and gaz both told you how he'd acted the same towards them when they first met – he was a lone wolf, not used to having to look out for teammates.

the more time you spent on missions with him, the more you saw of the person beneath the hard exterior. you saw how he seemed to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses, things you never would've picked up on. he always made sure the team had eaten, disguised as a gruff order to stay on your game. when he got angry, it would be because someone put themselves in danger, not because they screwed up the mission. you saw someone who'd been through hell and come out the other side swinging.

before, you'd respected ghost as a soldier and your superior, but now, after spending so much time with him, your perspective of him has changed. he intrigued you; he's quiet, introverted but not shy, more observant than you could imagine, and so closely guarded you wondered if he'd ever be able to open up. you'd only heard whispers of the things he'd been through in the past, so despite his obvious animosity towards you, you treated him with the respect you thought he deserved – like a person, and you'd hoped that with time, he could see you as more than just a soldier too. though he still didn't like you, you liked to think that the two of you have come to some sort of understanding.

and that leads you to your problem; you wanted to know him. every tiny crack in his facade made you more and more curious about the man behind the mask – about simon, rather than ghost, but from what you could tell, he didn't hold the same sentiment about you. where he would banter back and forth with the others over comms, he'd fall silent whenever you join in. every minute little mistake was amplified to him, you've lost count of the amount of times he's berated you for things he's excused for others. it made your heart ache that you just couldn't win with him, and you feared you'd never understand why.

but now, as you sit shivering with a shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching the smouldering remains of what was your home in the middle of the night, freezing and exhausted, you'd never felt more hated.

you could hear them, ghost and the captain, talking in hushed voices a little ways down the road from where you sit. they probably think they're being subtle, discussing what to do with you like you're not even there, like every single one of your worldly possessions hadn't just gone up in smoke, but you hear them as if they're standing right in front of you.

"i wouldn't do this if there were any other options, simon."

"there are plenty of other options, just stick 'em in a hotel for god's sake."

"there's no hotels close enough to base – it'll only be temporary, 'till we can find 'em somewhere else."

"fuckin' hell, why cant they go with one of the others?"

"soap and gaz are already flatmates, you live alone and you're the closest to base. this is the only option that makes sense."

"i'm not fuckin' happy about this, price."

their profiles are momentarily illuminated by the blue lights from the fire engine parked nearby, allowing you for a second to see the withering glare ghost is sending your way, and all of a sudden the last couple hours of emotional distress is crashing down on you; his obvious distaste for you combined with the toll of watching your house literally burning down was too much for you all at once. you could feel the tears start to spill over again, but you can’t find the strength to stop them and just bring the shock blanket closer to your face. you’d lost everything, and even now he couldn’t find it in himself to feel an ounce of compassion for you? why can’t he care for you like he does the others? like you do for him?

as your watery gaze drops to the soot and ash covering your pyjamas, a voice sounds from beside you, the opposite direction from price and ghost. you don’t even realise you’re hyperventilating until they lay a hand on your shoulder and rub soothing circles into your back.

“hey– hey, it’s okay,” it’s gaz, you notice in the back of your mind, sitting on the curb next to you. you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world around you, and gaz brings you closer into his embrace. “you’ll be alright, we’ll get everything sorted, yeah?”

"i– i don't– i can't–" you try to speak, but you can't seem to form a coherent sentence through your sobbing.

"it's alright, just breathe for me." gaz hugs you tighter again, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he consoles you. for a few minutes you stay like that, your breathing eventuslly returning to normal and the tears slowing to a stop.

price and ghost are still arguing, but you can't hear what they're saying anymore; probably for the best, if you had to listen to ghost complain about you for one more second you might really have a breakdown.

soap's voice cuts through the fog in your mind, "managed to find this, thought ya' might want it." you look up to find him crouching in front of you and holding out a slightly singed photo, a weak smile on his face. "frame's broken, but the picture's still mostly fine."

you take it from him, fingers grasping the card gently as you turn it around to look at the picture. it's from a few years ago, you and your friends from your previous unit, smiling into the camera as if you had no worries at all. staring at the ghosts of your friends starts you crying again, clutching the photo to your chest and leaning back into gaz's shoulder. if anything could've survived the blaze, you're grateful it was this. gaz rubs your arm sofly, whispering comforting words to you again.

you hear another set of footsteps approach and look up again to see price now standing in front of you as well. it's not exactly surprising, but ghost is nowhere to be seen.

"ambulance is here," price says, offering you a hand and pulling you to your feet when you take it. "i'll follow behind to the hospital, one of you two take their car to simon's."

you nod and retrieve your car keys from your jacket pocket, thankful you'd had the mind to grab it on your way out in your frantic state.

"I've got a bag in the boot, it's got some clothes in it." you mutter, handing the keys to soap, who smiles and gives you a pat on the shoulder.

"no bother, i'll grab it for ya." he says, and jogs off to where your car was parked, thankfully untouched out of reach of the fire. he returns not a minute layer carrying your duffle of emergency supplies, something you never thought would actually come in handy.

before you know it you're waving gaz and soap goodbye, the paramedics are guiding you to the back of the ambulance, and you're leaving what remains of your old home in the rear-view mirror.

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you hated hospitals. it was a fact, and it had been that way since you were a child, everything about them just made your skin crawl. perhaps you inherited the feeling from your mother; she always managed to bring up her distaste for the place whenever the topic arose. or, maybe you only hated them because they scared you.

either way, the relief you felt as you stepped out of the front door into the car park with price trailing behind you was palpable. he falls into step next to you as the two of you make your way over to where he parked, his keys jingling as he fishes them from his pocket.

"we're puttin' you up with simon for the time being, 'till we can get you somewhere else." his words make you wince; you already knew he was going to say that, but it didn't stop the anxiety from bubbling up in your chest.

"i heard." a beat of silence passes before you continue. "how long will that take?" you ask, climbing into the passenger seat and dropping your bag at your feet as price settles into the driver's side.

"i wouldn't get your hopes up. might be quicker to wait for 'em to rebuild your old place." he flashes you a smile, but you can't find it in yourself to return the gesture.

"right."

neither of you say another word as he starts the engine and pulls out of the car park. you turn to look out the window, watching the world go by, the quiet rambling of the radio serving as white noise in the background. it's the early hours of the morning now, the sun would be up in a few hours and you'd have to go back to work already – price did say you could have the day off, but honestly the last thing you wanted was to sit around all day with nothing to do but overthink.

after nearly ten minutes of trying to ignore it, the worry playing at your mind becomes too much to keep to yourself.

"you know he hates me, right?" you utter, half expecting price to ignore your question all together.

he clicks his tongue. "he doesn't hate you," price replies, and his voice sounds reassuring but it doesn't bring you much comfort.

"okay, well, he doesn't like me either." you turn your head to look at him, raising your brows. rolling to a stop at a red light, he meets your eyes and huffs.

"alright, he can be difficult–"

"really?"

"–but i promise you, he doesn't hate you." he says. you give him a disbelieving look, and he sighs, looking back to the road as the light turns green. "give him a chance, alright?"

"is he gonna give me a chance?"

"he will." price says firmly, sparing you a look as he drives down the quiet road. "and if he doesn't, you'll knock some sense into him, eh?"

"sure…" you mutter, looking back out the window and falling back into silence. its only a few minutes until he's pulling over to the side of the road, outside the house number you know to be ghost's.

"sting," price calls out, stopping you as you reach for the door handle, "he'll come around, alright?"

"it's been a year, cap. i don't think he will." you reply, and before he can say anything else you open the door and step out into the night air, grabbing your bag from your feet before closing the door again. you give price a half-hearted wave as he pulls away again, before turning around and gazing up at your – temporary – new home.

it was nice, all things considered; a standard terrace on the end of the row, but the size has you wondering if there was even room for you to stay here. though it's not as if you have a choice. all the lights were off, which had you hopeful that you wouldn't run into ghost just yet.

you drag yourself to the front door, your eyes stinging from the effort of keeping them open, and twist the handle as quietly as possible, closing it behind you and cringing at the clunk it makes. thankfully ghost didn't hate you enough to lock you out for the night, something you actually wouldn't put past him considering how he feels about you.

there's a small side table in the entryway that catches your attention. on top of it sits your car keys – you make a mental note to thank soap in the morning – a new key, and a note. you pick up the paper, using the torch from your phone to examine the scratchy handwriting.

living room's yours. lock the door. – s

it's more than you expected from him. you sigh to yourself and pick up the other key, locking the door and shuffling into the small living room. the pull-out bed is made up for you, albeit quite messily, and you waste no time in dropping your stuff and laying your head down on the lumpy pillow.

with any luck, this arrangement wouldn't last long, but in the meantime you got the feeling you were in for a bumpy ride.

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #roosterr writes #praying that hes not ooc

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bennidraws · 3 months

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16+17, 28, 44, 64 for both of them <3 ✨

aaah thank you so much, bb!!! ❤️ this got way longer than anticipated IM SORRY IN ADVANCE

16. Which of the companions does your Tav trust most? 17. Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

The way I'm thinking about the bg3 story, both Rosio and Lucis were simultaneously completing parts of the quests, adventuring with only half of the companions, never running into each other (maybe at the end.. big avengers assemble moment.. except it's your ex that kinda ruined your life.. a classic), so from the pool of companions Rosio knows very well - Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Jaheira and Halsin - he basically trusts Jaheira the most and almost instantly lol. She reminds him too much of his mother 🥲 Halsin is probably right there with her, he's the main voice of reason, Rosio trusts him to not let him and Astarion die during their gremlin shenanigans 😭 He kinda trusts Lae'zel and Shadowheart too, but only after their "fuck our goddesses" phase, he doesn't generally trust people too attached to their gods.

Funnily enough it took him the longest to trust Astarion 💀 Rosio was convinced he was the object of his manipulation basically till the "I love you" moment (and even more funnily enough, Rosio was willingly subjecting himself to that manipulation, being the self sabotaging, masochistic idiot that he is).

If Rosio knew Wyll, he wouldn't buy into his whole good boy hero shtick. He doesn't believe there are this kind-hearted people out there 😔 (But he's absolutely self projecting lol, the whole "how could you turn so kind when people wronged you so... and why I wasn't capable of it")

Lucis, on the other hand, fucking loves Karlach and Wyll. He trusts them with his life, considers them his best friends. Maybe he's a bit naive, but he actually finds their strong moral compasses admirable.

He trusts Gale too, but considering he's his lover, it's a tad more complicated 💀 It means the absolute world for Lucis that Gale would basically move mountains for him, but there's also.. Mystra 💀 That would be the source of his insecurities and a bit of trust issues (which, tbh, is pretty selfish, boy!!!! It's not like you're completely over your ex lmfaooo 😭)

(And if Lucis traveled with Astarion, it wouldn't even be a case of distrust, that would be a wholeass circus-level hatred... They're two peacocks, and in certain ways dangerously similar... Kill bill sirens blasting in the distance... And that's without the current-lover/ex-lover of Rosio dynamic 💀)

28. What is your Tav’s guilty pleasure?

Oh HMMM. The most typical one being food, I'd say. This man would run out of shape so fast if he wasn't leading an active life lmao. But if we're talking more Deep guilty pleasures, then it's being cared for, not having control, getting attention and feeling small (and yes, this is mostly about sex ahjkdajkds). He doesn't get to feel this way often nor does he even usually allow himself all this.. bc Issues and Trauma :)

For Lucis it's probably getting spoiled lol. He hates it about himself tho (being a spoiled kid, getting harshly criticized for it, wanting to be different, really cutting ties with the way he used to be).

But from more serious point of view, you can apply literal Guilty Pleasures to him. Lucis has such bad body autonomy and sex issues that he hasn't been able to have sex sober for like 20 years, he freaks out so bad and it got so mentally draining that it led to an addiction. Which leads to a constant guilt and pretty damaged confidence. (Turns out being a sweetheart of Athkatlan high society for like a decade really corrupts!!)

44. What song best represents your Tav?

WELL THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN MUSIC TASTE, ZEAL, Take This Lonely Heart will always be THE Rosio song. Can't believe Nothing but thieves created a song about my oc, so thankful to them, they really didn't have to 🙏

Now cue to Maneskin brainrot, you can apply so much of their songs to Lucis, bc. Medicated, horny, party animal lifestyle. But honorary mention to After Dark bc sad synthwave/retrowave would be so much his style (and it's what imbued thunder/lightning magic into a bardic instrument is for, right ??)

64. What Tarot Card best represents your Tav?

My only knowledge about tarot cards comes from jojo's bizarre adventure (😭) so literally anyone could correct me on this and my 5 minutes long research aaaa.

Tbh probably Death for Rosio (end of a cycle, change, beginning ??) and I think there would be something very poetic about The Lovers

Aaaa The Devil literally fits so well for Lucis' worse past (addiction???) but I think deep down he's The Fool (innocence, but mainly new beginnings, aww)

#ask #velkyr #thank you again zeal!!!#also omw to pick something for u holdup 🏃#rosio #lucis

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lhrry · 2 years

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I actually think my policeman is that kind of book that would be better as a movie i think? Because of the POV in the book we don't see that much of Tom like his insights and the feeling of being in this closet situation which would probably much more explored in the film since you're not limited to Marion and Patrick's POV

a ton of mp the book spoilers below, consider yourselves warned!

The pov thing is so incredibly tricky and one of the reasons why I have such mixed feelings about the book. As a narrative strategy, I see it for what it is and it's brilliant - from a purely literary perspective it works on so many levels, and including Tom's pov would not work as well, or would threaten to shatter some of what the narrative is trying to achieve. Tom is mostly without his own voice until the very end of the book when he begins to read the story to Patrick, which is supposed to enable them to reclaim their story, to break the silence which he's suffered and there's an acute awareness of it in the last chapters, doubtless reflecting the reader's own frustration, when Marion says "I can't live with this silence anymore" and Tom is outraged at the notion saying, "What about my silence, Marion? Did you ever think about that? You have no idea..." and he trails off even here. But his voice on the last pages is still rendered through Marion, we don't actually hear him as he is reading to Patrick and Marion leaves (this is probably supposed to call up a feeling of intimacy and finally being just the two of them) but this is complicated because there is a description of his voice humming, he's still not speaking in his own words but in Marion's as he reads her account of the events and there's even a mention of him struggling with a sentence, emphasizing it's not fully him still. And Patrick is at this point silenced as well, physically unable to speak, the only thing he was (and we don't know whether that actually happened) able to say was Tom's name, which is symptomatic of the way his narration mostly centres on Tom as well.

It's quite a powerful device, the fact that the text is narrated by Marion, whose letter did such a damage, Marion who the readers will struggle to feel much sympathy for, Marion who will be much less relatable, who seems so naive and whose point of view as a woman and a wife rather than one of the lovers is although arguably, even less common in literature than that of one of the lovers, but is, arguably, also still less needed at this point than the LGBT representation of those stories. And her point of view is the reason many readers will struggle. It's deliberate to have both Marion and Patrick invent Tom in the way that they do, it's deliberate to ascribe such power to writing - writing condemns Patrick, words took Michael's life, there's a constant state of danger that Patrick lives with when he writes his diary, he's always aware it's a transgression, it's reckless; it's Marion's letter and the book itself. Tom as most heavily closeted, having taken a wife, being a part of the force, also seen to try to improve himself and learn about art and improve his mind from the very beginning which continues to the end with his watching the documentaries (x Patrick and the emphasis on his intelligence and eloquence) does not have a voice, is constantly interpreted and construed by Marion and Patrick, both of whom do this, inevitably, in a very subjective and limited way and because they're humans and not omniscient narrators, their povs are lacking (I am a bit disappointed by some aspects of the way Patrick views Tom as well). It is an effective device to distance Tom like that, he keeps himself in check, he cuts himself off a bit, Marion struggles with not being able to reach him, to get to him and in a very different way so does Patrick but to both of them he seems almost unreal. There are mentions of Patrick and Marion sharing him, he's not fully reachable for either of them but nor is he his own. The reasons for the book to look like this are absolutely undeniable, considering the format (the confession and the diary) and the time when the main narrative unfolds, the danger of it, the uncertainty Tom is surely facing in trying to navigate who he is and the silence he is tortured by his entire life, I understand why the povs are like that and think it is very effective. That being said, as a reader, it's much less interesting and engaging and I would have preferred to get some kind of an (understandably limited) glimpse of Tom's point of view and for the book not to hold onto the limits it builds for itself so tightly, I think Tom should be granted some kind of a voice, even if imperfect or confused or fractured (while I understand this is a risk he's just not able to take). But like this, he remains out of reach not only for Marion and Patrick but also of the reader, for whom this eventually stops making him interesting and mysterious and starts making it less engaging. Patrick and Tom's story was literally illegal and criminal and it's difficult to have it written down at that moment it unfolds if you're aiming for authenticity, but if Marion could've written this years later, there, too, could be later glances of Tom's perspective, perhaps precisely struggling with his silence. So, in conclusion, I do believe the film is actually going to work much better in terms of keeping the audience's attention and interest and engagement and I'm so curious what they do with it!

#mp #I'm so sorry it's just that this is my area of expertise aksjhsj #talk time with agnes

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prince-of-khrysalis · 2 years

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Hi I would like to hear abt ur ocs 👀

cracks knuckles, TYSM FOR ENABLING ME! I have a whole lotta ocs so I think for this ask I'll just pick a few so I don't write a whole novel at once! A few pirates of mine! If anyone wants a wizard post of the same nature... (;

Let's start with my love my light my darling, Desiderius Calamitas! My resident musketeer. This guy.

Desi is, in a sense, my 'main' pirate! This is The Pirate! Born and raised in Monquista, he had it pretty rough being a non-native and dealing with Monquista's... shall we say exclusionary tendencies. Being a gorgon and growing up to feel ashamed of it and hide this at ALL times, along with being treated like some dangerous feral beast, Desi left the instant he could. Which was when he turned 18 and hijacked a pirate ship, effectively coercing the crew into handing over power as a trade-off for saving them from a close call with the Armada. He's a megalomaniac, it's true. With a love for all things bright and sparkly and pink and oh, he just wants to be a pirate yk?? He takes over as Captain to a reluctant crew and ends up slowly becoming a very infamous and wanted figure. Because he's a menace to society<3! A smart chessmaster, but naive and vain and the holder of a megalomaniac complex. Lovely little man. He wants to take over Monquista someday, but for now? He will happily settle for having the highest bounty possible by the Armada (and trying to figure out how guns work haha help he's never done this before).

MOVING ON! To one of his crewmates! Marion Merripen! (Desi's boyfriend cough cough) Who is the crew "witchdoctor", though in reality? He's a necromancer with a hatred of his own magic and is far more inclined to act as the crew's medic. Having been raised for a time by a Marleybonian doctor, he has medical knowledge and is in charge of keeping everyone else in one piece... mostly. Though he's been a pirate for longer, he doesn't seem all that interested in fame or fortune. Rather it's just... what he knows, after being picked up as a younger teen for the crew to get him away from Marleybone. Why away from Marleybone, besides it being hell on earth? Marion is a fae! Specifically, the son of a faerie and a merrow, a hybrid who can't help but stand out and... does not bode well with worlds like MB who can't hide their judgements. So he became a pirate instead. It was a nice outlet for his INTENSE repressed anger! He's a very grumpy fella, but he has plenty of reason to be, even if he's a touch too rough and mean at times. So a vulgar and fairly mean goth who's also in charge of patching ya up after ya get stabbed on the job for the millionth time, good luck!! And how about the starter antagonist, General Achille, (Desi's other boyfriend cough cough) someone who Desi and co. assume is a member of Kane's court. A 7ft tall battle angel General, who, after one too many disturbances, is tasked with finding and capturing Desi and his crew. Or killin him. Whichever comes first, the Armada isn't picky. Achille opts for the second option more often than not. There's a few issues though. Issue number one is that Desi is IMMEDIATELY taken by the sight of him, falling head over heels for the person trying to murder him weekly and finding him to just be the most radiant man to ever walk the Spiral. Achille has no fucking clue what any of that means, but over time Desi's weird reactions and constant flirting strike up a bit of, gasp, fondness?? Perhaps? And he starts to look forward to their encounters a bit, perhaps. Maybe. The other issue is that Achille is... not a clockwork, not that this is common knowledge. The crew doesn't have time to think about this while he's trying to slice them in half. But raised under the 'care' of the Armada since he was terribly young (after he lost his mother, three guesses as to how), he was taken in as a pet project. His sun magic being seen as a potential weapon to be wielded. Essentially brainwashing him for his entire life to be the perfect solider and question no orders, to not think for himself. But no one knows this. Not even Achille, having fallen so deep into the trance that he truly sees himself as a machine and needs to work to regain his humanity. Woo! After all, those clockwork wings attached to his back sure speak another story, huh?

#I WROTE SO MUCH AND I WANNA KEEP GOING NYALL ENABLE ME FURTHER!!#Literally just wrote about the boyfriends lmfao I love my little awful men #So to summarize #Desi is mad with power Marion drinks all his problems away and Achille takes years to realize he's even a living person #Love these guys #pirate101 #my ocs #p101

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uzumaki2810 · 3 years

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How are you feeling about 100YQ animation? Just curious!

Fairy Tail as a series died for me all the way back in chapter 504. I still remember something in my head snapping as I read Gray blaming Natsu for his loses and going 'this is the dumbest shit I've ever read'. Gray is my favourite in the series so to see his character be completely assassinated like that was infuriating and at the time I thought it was the worst case of character assassination I’d ever seen (oh how utterly naive I was).

Then the rest of Alvarez came out and fundamentally destroyed every single story thread the series had. My investment in the series took a massive nose dive because of it. And it certainly didn't help when that one interview came out and Mashima pretty much admitted that he had no plan on how the series would go AND that he didn't care about continuity. At the time I thought this was the biggest ‘fuck you’ a writer could give to their audience & their investment (again oh how disgustingly naive I was).

And now we're here with the sequel, a great example of what happens when a series over stays its welcome. There's no stakes since it's being written by an author that can't even keep a old man dead. None of these characters are in any danger so there's no reason to care. A character could get reduced to a pile of ashes and I still wouldn’t care, I still wouldn’t believe they’re dead until I read the very last panel. The world building is also terrible (not that the original series had any good world building to begin with) none of the places we go to feel like well established lands rich with history and culture. Instead they all feel like battle arenas where the big fight happens. Plus it doesn’t help that a lot of the things that happened in the sequel are the same events that happened in the original series with just a different coat of paint:

A battle against all Fairy Tail members where Mashima tried to add stakes in saying the white witch can kill anyone at anytime (hilarious that he thinks people will still fall for this).

This was then followed by another Face battle.

More clones but unlike Edolas where the existence of the characters were justified, these clones in Fairy Nail aren’t. If anything it would’ve been funnier had the actors not looked anything like our characters similar to in One Piece where the Straw Hats are reunited & see a group of criminals impersonating them. But no instead we have literal clones of our characters just because. But nah turn ya brain off, don’t think about it - look the ships are happening!

Another secret brother revealed in the form of Ignia so Natsu can have the same ‘storyline’ in Alvarez and I say that very loosely since Zeref & Natsu being brothers meant fuck all in the original series.

The characters have been drastically reduced to one or two traits they have. Their arcs were destroyed completed in the original series and there's hardly anything left for most them to do other than be ship fan service since that's where most of Mashima’s revenue comes from now. A good majority of the characters just feel like hollow corpses being strung up by strings to act out what fans will like the most and thereby making the most money.

Nalu as a whole has been a massive let down due to Mashima's constant baiting & their moment in 545 where Natsu says 'we'll be together forever' which is considered to be a romantic gesture has been retconned since Lucy in the sequel thinks Natsu isn't interested in romance. Plus the way Natsu has been written, good god, idk why Mashima thought it was funny to reduce him to having the intelligence of a child. The way Natsu's been written & the way that one serious moment where Lucy calms him down burning herself in the process got reduced to a fucking pee joke has been a massive disappointment. I've been meaning to write a post regarding just how badly Mashima screwed up & wasted all the pay offs this relationship could have given us but that's something for another time.

So to answer your question on how I feel about the 100 year quest getting an anime? Happy for the people who still find genuine enjoyment in this series but I’m apathetic to the whole thing. After a string of disappointments from both this series & other IPs I was greatly invested in I just don’t care anymore. I now live in a world where not even THE LAST OF US could get a decent sequel. So I’ve stopped being super invested in things anymore.

I’ve always suspected that the sequel was just something Mashima had as a safety blanket in case Edens Zero didn’t meet his or his editor’s expectations. Now hearing that the sales for EZ haven’t been all that great for a mangaka of his status it’s making a lot of sense. The anime is here to give a bigger boost in sales both in the manga & official merchandise. I’ll gladly bet you anything that the first pieces of merchandise we’ll get will be ship related.

So to sum it all up I'm literally only here for whatever conclusion Nalu gets.

#asks

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wickedbarnes · 4 years

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Guns and Roses (Pt. 1) | John Wick x Reader

Part 2

PROMPT: With Helen's passing, the infamous assassin, John Wick is finding ways to recover and find meaning to his life once again. It wasn't until he comes across the new flower shop downtown that he realized he will do whatever it takes to grip onto the tiny leverage of salvation that's wearing sundresses with flowers in her hair.

THEME: Non-Con. DubCon. Obsession. Dark!John x Innocent/Naive!Reader. Abduction. Lots of smut. Don't read if any of these make you uncomfortable.

NOTE: This is the newly reconstructed plot for Beauty and The Beast that I had put on hold for many weeks. I hope this makes up for the inconvenience I've made for putting that story on hiatus. In this fic, Helen Wick was killed rather than dying of an illness that's why John is taking it way harder than in the movies.

John remembers it like yesterday. It haunts him in his dreams every night, making it harder to fall asleep everytime. The bags under his eyes were the constant reminder of his sleepless nights. He doesn't even remember the last time he even slept properly. He only slept peacefully when he was with Helen. But now that she was gone, sleep felt more like a chore that he couldn't really finish.

A sigh had left his lips as he put the empty mug in the sink, deciding to just wash it later on when he gets home. Home. Is this even home anymore? John looks around the house that he had built specifically for Helen and him and noticed how gloomy it was despite how classy and refreshing it looked. It was empty and quiet and... and it lacked the energetic aura that it once had.

John closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He needed to stop moping around and finish his tasks for today. After Helen's death, John had found himself going right back into the world he had worked hard to get out of. What was the point anyway? It was all he had left. Might as well die working surrounded by his enemies rather than die alone.

But then again, he'd die lonely either way.

John solemnly got ready. It was Helen's death anniversary, he had to look his best. He got dressed in a fine tailored suit. A brown one, for a change. The same suit that Helen loved so much. John also made sure to pack an extra black suit on his way to the Continental. He didn't want to waste the day away by feeling down all the time. He knew Helen would be disappointed in him.

When his hair was gelled to perfection, John had packed his weapons and hoisted a pistol or two and some knives in their holders. After that, he was good to go.

John brushed his fingers against Helen's picture that was hanging on the wall before he got out of his house and locked the door behind him, walking over to his beloved Mustang that also had memories of Helen in it.

Flowers. He needed to get some flowers for her. He hoped there was a near flower shop so he wouldn't have to drive so far. The nearest one was an hour away from him and the cemetery where Helen rests. He wasn't in the mood for such a long drive.

But it seemed fate had taken pity on him. Because not long after, he had spotted a small flower shop that seemed as if it was fairly new. A fair amount of customers were inside and John decided to park his car on the side of the road before he turned the engine off and walked inside, the bell ringing as he opened the door.

The people inside looked up at him curiously, some seemed to know him and gave him a nod. Some of them were too scared to even acknowledge him.

John wondered where the staff were and his question was answered when a woman walked in carrying a bouquet of carnations with a soft smile plastered on her face before she handed it to an elderly woman.

"Thank you so much, my dear. You never fail to make the best bouquets." The woman's compliments emits a laughter from the girl that sounded so melodious in John's ear.

It reminded him of how Helen once laughed. But hers sounded more carefree and gentle.

"Anything for you, Mrs. Jameson. Do have a good day." The girl smiled and with that, the woman left and it was just her, John, and one of the assassins he had recognized from the Continental.

"And what can I get for the two gentlemen?" The girl asked and John heard the man beside him speak but he found himself tuning him out as he took the moment to stare at the girl who was wearing a yellow sundress. The assassin would watch her write down on her little notepad, taking notes of what the man beside him was asking her to do and what kind of flowers he wanted.

John watched her move around, noticing the little daisies that were tied around her hair. She pretty much looks like a fairy and the fact that she was much smaller and daintier than him didn't help either.

No, he shouldn't be oggling her like this, he's married!

A widowed man, you mean.

He had to bite back the groan at the thought. But instead, he gathered his composure and smiled down at the woman when she came back carrying the bouquet her other customer had requested.

"Here we are. Fresh tulips for you, sir." She happily handed the bouquet to the man who paid her generously and put some tip in her tip jar.

"Thank you, miss, they're beautiful and uh..." The man glanced at John and smirked slightly at him, "And do have a safe day. It gets dangerous these days."

The girl seemed to miss how the man looked at John with mischievousness in his eyes and John was kind of thankful for that because he didn't find it amusing at all.

"I'll keep that in mind, sir, have a nice day." The girl smiled and averted her gaze to the notepad she had as the man patted John's back before whispering quietly near his ear.

"Shouldn't stare too much, Mr. Wick." John looked at the man on his way out, ignoring the way how he taunted him by giving a two fingered salute.

"And for you, sir, what would you like to have today?" The girl's voice brought him out of his thoughts and looked down at her as she looked up at him patiently waiting for his answer.

"Oh, uh... daisies, please." He answered, ignoring how shocked he was with his answer. Daisies weren't Helen's favorite flower. But the girl seemed to beam at his reply and John smiled softly at that. Smile. It's been a while since he smiled.

"Nice choice, I like daisies." She said and wrote it down on her notepad, "Do you want the daisies to be mixed with something else?"

John thought for a moment and saw the tiny rose tattoo that she had on her wrist.

"Roses. Red, please."

The little fairy in front of him smiled and wrote it down on paper before she looked up at him, "These are good combinations, no one has made these one up yet, I haven't made them up yet to be honest."

"Well I guess I have a new profound talent now." John replied as a giggle escaped from the girl's lips.

"That, you do! The person you're gonna give this to is gonna be happy with them, I'm sure."

"I wish they were here to appreciate them."

"Oh, are they somewhere far away?"

He sighed, "Yeah, something like that. She uh, passed away."

Murdered, he wanted to say.

The girl's eyes widened and John could tell she immediately regret asking any questions but he didn't feel the need to take any offence.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I shouldn't have asked." She said apologetically but John found himself shaking his head and smiling softly, feeling patient with the lady in front of him.

"No, it's alright. It's been three years, I've moved on."

Have you? He questioned himself.

"Still. I shouldn't have been so nosey." She bit down on her bottom lip and gestured over to the chair behind John, "Please, sit! This'll take a while I hope you're not in any hurry."

"No, please, take your time." John would say as he took the opportunity to sit down.

John didn't want to oggle at the girl while she worked but he found it hard not to. She moved with such grace and poise it was as if he was watching a gracious ballerina dancing in front of a thousand audience. The sundress she wore flowed freely with her moves and the slight breeze that came in from the windows blew her hair softly until a tiny daisy fell from her soft mane and landed onto John's knee.

The assassin carefully took it and while the girl wasn't looking, he quietly placed it in the pocket of his coat, making sure he wouldn't lose it. And it surprised him why he was keeping it safe with him in the first place.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard her softly calling out to him. And John immediately stood up and walked over to the counter where she happily handed the bouquet in his hands and John took in how elegant yet adorable the arrangement looked.

"I made sure to pick out the prettiest red roses I had. I believe all of them had recently bloomed." The girl smiled and placed something on the counter and John looked down to see a tiny cactus situated on a small pot, "To make up for being so nosey earlier."

Innocence. John felt an overwhelming wave of innocence from her that it almost shook him to the core. Not even Helen was this soft.

Oh, God. Why was he comparing Helen to her?

"Oh, no, I can't take that. It's alright, I didn't take any offence." John would say and gently pushed back the cactus to her but she almost looked as if she was about to pout at him but instead, pursed her lips together.

"No, please, I insist. I feel guilty for even asking you such a personal question. Just look at it as my gift to you, you wouldn't decline on a gift now, would you?" John stared down at her for a moment and watched her take his calloused hand in her softer one and made him hold the small pot.

"It's rude to refuse gifts from people, sir." She smiled and pulled back and John suddenly remembered how Helen had told her the exact same thing back then.

"Oh, come on, John!" Helen whined and pushed the velvet box back to him, "It's your birthday, you deserve this!"

"But, honey, this must've cost a lot, you shouldn't be wasting money on me." John reasoned out and pushed the box gently back to her.

"Wasting? I'm not wasting anything, Jonathan, you're being ridiculous!" Helen sighed and grabbed his hand and made him hold the box, "John, please?"

"But, I-"

"No buts."

John sighed deeply and finally gave in when he saw the twinkle of hope in his wife's eyes when she finally realizes he's taking the gift she gave.

"It's rude to refuse a gift, John. Especially a gift from your wife." John playfully rolled his eyes and grinned at her.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled, "Thank you, sweetheart. The watch looks incredible, I love it."

"Oh, I know it is. But you're welcome, baby. You know I'd give you anything and everything."

"Thank you." John replied after he zoned out for what seemed like eternity. He hoped she didn't notice him doing so, "It's adorable, I love it."

"It is, yes. I wish I could tell you some tips on how to care for one but I wouldn't wanna keep you from your errands. Besides, a simple search on the internet would help you out anyways."

John looked down at his watch and noticed he had been here for about fourty-five minutes now.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll be fine by here." He fished out his wallet and handed some cash to the fairy girl and dropped a fair amount of tip inside the tip jar.

"Thank you, sir. And have a nice day ahead!" She smiled and John could've sworn the twinke in her eyes made her smile even more breathtaking than it already was.

"I sure will. You too, doll." And with that, he walked out of the store and silently hoped she didn't latch onto how he had called her doll.

Hopping inside his car, John carefully placed the bouquet and his new cacti on the passenger seat and began to slowly drive to the local cemetery.

"God, why the fuck would you call her doll?" He asked himself, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter, "And you didn't even ask for her name!"

John felt frustrated. But why? Why was he? Is it because he called her doll and possibly sounded like a creep? Or is it because he forgot to ask her name?

Why would he ask for her name anyway?

John shook his head and focused on the road ahead. No, this is Helen's day. He shouldn't he dwelling on a certain woman who reminds him so much of a dainty little fairy.

When he pulled up at the cemetery, John carefully parked his car and grabbed the bouquet before he got out and walked over to where Helen's grave was.

Upon seeing her name, John felt more at ease but the sadness in his heart never seemed to go away even until now.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted her and lightly brushed his fingers against the tombstone.

"I got you flowers." He crouched down and gently placed the flowers on the ground before he reached up and lightly traced her name that was engraved on the stone.

Helen Wick.

A sense of guilt coursed through his veins. This was the first time he brought a different set of flowers for her. These were red roses and daisies and he only got it because of the girl from the store. Because he reminded him of her not because it was Helen's favorite.

Helen's favorite were gardenias. Why the fuck would he even get these flowers in the first place?

John's frustration was slowly growing and he was almost close to throwing and ruining the whole bouquet itself but something stopped him from doing so.

"It never gets easy, Hel. It's so hard without you." He spoke softly.

And somehow, he began to hope. That maybe it doesn't have to be so difficult.

That maybe there was something more than just Helen.

And John couldn't help but think back to the girl from the flower shop that wore a yellow sundress with daisies in her hair and a rose tattoo on her wrist.

It wouldn't be too bad if he paid her a visit next time...

Right?

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mortalheroseries · 6 years

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Hi can't wait for the next update!!! I know you gave away the romance options was just wondering if any of the gods we're were connected to will be a RO like Hemera, since she seems she wants to be loved or not alone?

Oh yeah, the patrons will definitely be ROs! The last message was getting a little long so I planned on talking about the Godly ROs in a new post!

Since there’s brief descriptions of the Godly ROs in the stats screen of the game I’m just going to briefly explain how the romances with the patrons will be.

Raphael: Raphael is very aware of the fact that the MC is mortal and this causes some complications with the romance; as the Archangel of Healing and Divine Love Raphael always loves with his whole being. This is the reason Raphael has never truly been “in love.” So when he falls in love with the MC it’s like a punch to the gut; his lover is going to die one day. He was going to lose them in what equates as the blink of an eye to an immortal being. Raphael knows immediately that he’s in love with the MC once the feelings start surfacing and, as such, he starts trying to distance himself.

Quote from his Romance:

“I’m sorry, my lux. Please, please try to understand that when I leave it isn’t something...You mean so much to me and I...losing you would kill me. It’s better this way; you will find someone to make you happy. Someone mortal.”

Hemera: Hemera is quite honestly one of the most protective Godly ROs on this list. She’s used to being forgotten and left behind; she’s used to being unimportant in the eyes of the Greek Pantheon. So now, with her own hero and as a fully fledged Patron, Hemera refuses to bow or break before the Divine Councils (especially if the MC talks about needing her). When she falls in love with the MC she completely embraces it; in her eyes the MC would not approach her in a romantic sense if there wasn’t something there that could last. Just like Taylor will always have a small crush on the MC, Hemera as a Patron will always be just a bit in love with her hero.

Quote from her Romance:

“Lay still, please, my beautiful sunrise. I need...I need to memorize you, everything about you. The way your skin feels beneath my fingers, the way your breath hitches when I touch you there, the gleam in your eyes...I will protect you, my hero. I swear it.”

Amaterasu: Amaterasu is hiding beneath twelve layers of family issues, Divine Council issues, personal issues, and emotional issues. She loves mortals, loves them more than anything else, and has gotten into physically altercations with several members of the Greek and Roman Pantheons over their treatment of the mortal realm. Because of this she’s often a target of their schemes to displace the Japanese Pantheon as one of the First Tier Pantheons. Because of all these issues she has a difficult time accepting the fact that she has feelings for the MC and an even more difficult time acting on those feelings.

Quote from her Romance:

“Do not look at me in such a way. I know what you’re going to say, I know I’m causing you pain, but I...don’t know how to stop. Because there is no way that we can be; it would make you an even bigger target than you already are. I will not risk your life for this, for me, and I refuse to allow you to do so willingly.”

Guanyin: Guanyin, although she is known as a Goddess, can change their gender at will. When their gender changes so, too, do their pronouns. Guanyin is one of the most well respected deities in any of the Pantheons for their compassionate nature and their intelligence. When they realize they’re in love with the MC it’s as confusing as it is exciting because the MC is their hero? But also they’ve really only looked at the MC as their child but now the MC is just so...amazing and Guanyin isn’t naive enough to mistake their constant desire to smooch on the MC as anything other than romantic. The biggest issue with the Guanyin romance will be that, now that they love you, they just expect you to agree with them and the decisions they make in regards to you.

Quote from their Romance:

“You like this form? Or maybe you’d prefer I had broader shoulders? Or....Hey now! Don’t cover your eyes! I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable, my dragon. You make me so happy I just...want to give you something back. It’s the only way I can show you how much I love you, so let me?”

Mercury: Mercury will literally jump the MC’s bones at the slightest indication of interest. However, this wouldn’t be because of romantic interest but instead it would be purely physical. It takes quite a while for the fact that the MC is interested in him in more than a physical way to get through his thick skull. After he realizes that the MC is in love with him he sort of just...shuts down. Because he realizes that ‘oh no I think I love them too’ and that’s not a good thing for a Roman God to be feeling. There’s also the fact that Mercury has a very big secret he’s been hiding that could potentially get him exiled from the Divine Council.

Quote from his Romance:

“Heh, don’t be so shy. You mortals are so finicky when it comes to sex...See! Look how red your face is and all I’ve done is mention the word. I wonder, if I put my hand here...Oh, that was a nice sound. And I’ve barely even touched you! I can’t wait to see what happens when I put my lips here...”

Horus: As the King of the Egyptian Pantheon and one of the founders of the Divine Council Horus has grown used to remaining a neutral party in matters. But now, with his own hero, he can’t afford to maintain that position. He finds himself caring more than he should, however, when he hears that his hero is in danger. But he trusts his hero, he trusts the guardians assigned to his hero, and he trusts that his hero would contact him if they needed him. Just in case, though, he’ll send out a few hawks to give him a report of the situation.

Quote from his Romance:

“You’re staring...does it bother you? That I’ve lost an eye? It bothers most people; they see it as a weakness. For a long time it was my greatest weakness. But now, there’s an even greater weakness that plagues me. It is unwise for a God of my stature to be...forget I was speaking. I am here, though, for whatever assistance you may need.”

#Amaterasu RO #Raphael RO #Horus RO #Hemera RO #Guanyin RO #Mercury RO #Anonymous

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