#and then he's also like oh you got amnesia? i don't give a fuck about you and maybe i'll kill you
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I have seen you talking about Dick & Dami's relationship and Dick & Tim as well,but what are your takes on Dick and Jason actually?
Like how you wish their relationship should be portrayed today and where are them missing when it comes to making those two acting like siblings?
Do you think in the past their dynamic was better?
How Dick views Jason and how Jason views Dick?
This is difficult to answer because there are like 8 different stages to Dick and Jason's relationship with various dynamics. They also view each other a bit differently depending on which stage we're talking about.
The way I would like their relationship to be portrayed today isn’t necessarily possible thanks to Jason’s integration into the family and acceptance of the no killing moral code. For me, their ideal dynamic is portrayed in Outsiders #44-46. And I know people are gonna find that regressive as hell but, tbh, that dynamic is far more interesting than the kinda awkward thing they have going on now.
Although, I don't mind that they acknowledge their brotherhood in a serious manner now. Like before they'd kinda be like, "Eh... I mean... we were adopted from the same guy but... brothers? Eh..." And now they're more firmly in the, "We're brothers," camp. So that development is interesting.
Character progression wise, it wouldn't feel right for for them to be super close in the way that, say, Dick and Tim are (unless we saw a lot of trust and relationship building between them), but at the same time, there is part of me that kind of wants them to have that older sibling bond (except Jason is closer in age to Tim than he is to Dick sooo actually let's just leave older sibling things to Dick and Cass... not that Cass is much older than Jason though so LOL this is why Dick has to lone the oldest sibling thing by himself... which is funny because Dick is technically no longer the oldest sibling, he's a baby brother now... except Dick and Melinda's relationship really hasn't progressed much sooo you could say they share blood but don't consider each other family yet, in which case, Dick is still the oldest... I mean, regardless, Dick is the oldest sibling of the Waynes... god why did they have to make all of this so difficult 😫).
#jason's like blerghhh dad always loved you best. but also hey we should work together bc you're a killer like me#and then jason's also like hey dick you were the most amazing thing i've ever seen and idk you're cool but i won't say that to you#and then he's also like hey dick i've got girl advice for you and i also need your opinion on my hair. oh now bane is trying to kill us#and then he's also like oh you got amnesia? i don't give a fuck about you and maybe i'll kill you#and he's also like oh you trust me? okay well... we're brothers and i'm gonna save you#and then dick's like oh hey kid call me if you need me. oh you died? i am literally devastated i'm so sorry#and he's also like wow you're very good at what you do but i don't trust you... okay but i trust the intel you're giving me sooo....#and then he's like why the fuck are you dressing like me and killing people?? quit doing stupid shit!!#and then he's like jason what the fuck are you doing--let me help you!!#and then he's like kinda indifferent to jason but jason is still Ugh this family is stupid why am i here#and then dick's like ofc i'm gonna come help you if you need me but also this is awkward af and things are weird between us so bye#except not bye because i'm staying here to help you and your team#and then dick's like i'm being controlled by joker so i'm gonna kill yoooou#and then he's like eh i trust you and i'm gonna help you bc we're brothers but you literally wrecked bruce's car you numbskull#and then he's like you're doing dumb shit and i have to take you down but oh thanks for not letting the train kill me#and then they're both like meh we're doing shit w the batfam even though neither of us should be here rn#and yeah that's how it goes. that's. literally it. writers cannot keep their relationship consistent in the long term#Dick Grayson#Jason Todd#relationship analysis#anon
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Here's the thing. "Renheng but Blade is immortal and nothing goes wrong" goes totally against the themes set up in HSR. But it's so fucking funny.
So, Dan Feng loves Yingxing whatever. They decide to make Yingxing immortal together and then BAM no one finds out (so no big crime to be arrested for) but there's two ways to play it. Either they have to slowly gaslight everyone into believing YX was a long life species this whole time, or they have to somehow pretend this is not YX, this is some other 100% naturally immortal dude and Dan Feng just has the Most specific type ever, to the point that he basically got his exes twin but immortal with a cooler haircut.
And with the gaslighting idea - I think it could work. No one's gonna notice that YX isn't aging for at least a few years, probably more since everyone they know is long-life and they likely have a warped perception of how regular aging works. So DF & YX just gotta wait like 5-10 years, slowly dropping hints that "oh yeah can't wait till our 150th anniversary!!" And Jing Yuan is like "... Hmm is that normal? That's probably normal?".
Cos also. Who's gonna mention it? Like it's gonna take so long for anyone to notice, is Jingliu gonna eventually sit them down like "you did a big sin didn't you" and then YX and DF just play dumb: "what??? Jingliu what are you on about? Is Mara eating all your memories of YX definitely being immortal this whole time?" So that's not good for Jingliu's mental health but whatever.
Anyway so Dan Feng and Yingxing have successfully scammed everyone but DF is still definitely the High Elder and absolutely no one wants him to be dating this guy. Also the dragon heart is missing cos it's in YX's chest and surely the Preceptors would check up on that? Like a renewal service? Some sort of 200-year check-up? Does DF have to take his bf with him so the aura is nearby? It's just a game of "how dumb are these guys?" Until all those preceptors reincarnate into ones who DF can convince "oh no the High Elder is supposed to give the dragon heart to their beloved. Yeah it's a ritual. Oh the immortality uh no Yingxing had that forever obviously".
Eventually YX is gonna get stabbed and he's definitely more immortal than everyone else. More gaslighting ensues probably, cos otherwise it's like?? He's just an abundance monstrosity (Jingliu is seeing red rn) and Jing Yuan has sussed it out at this point but yknow he likes YX; he prefers him being alive than dead. Jingliu is gonna stab YX for being an undying monstrosity and JY steps in - "nooo don't you know I mean ig your parents never told you but if uhhhh you suck enough dragon dick this is totally normal -" and anyway Sanctus Medicus get a lil fetishy sex crazed from that conspiracy theory.
Then later DF has to be reborn which is sad, but I like to think YX just takes like. A gap year from their relationship. He's a divorced old man he deserves a mid life crisis while DH gets the "plss don't fall in love this idiot guy again" speech from the other Vidyadhara but it's working like reverse psychology, DH is all "pshh I'm way too put-together for that!!" And anyway YX is still a hot piece of ass so DH fails immediately.
One day DH gets a dream memory about the whole sinning part of their relationship and has to come to terms with That™ meanwhile YX is sipping a mimosa while he's having a moral dilemma. "No babe it's fine it's like. Yeah it is a hellish sin but it's cute that you're so worried about it. No they can't try us for crimes we did so long ago don't worry" meanwhile JY is still dealing with the paperwork nightmare from YX's birth certificate definitely not being that of a long-life person's but ehh.
Basically fluffy unproblematic renheng where no one gets amnesiaed or tortured is great and good even if it laughs in the face of canon.
#renheng#yingyue#hsr#blade hsr#dan heng#dan Feng#Yingxing#imbibitor lunae#Honkai star rail#jing yuan#jingliu
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jenna ortega x gn reader and the premise is that the reader has amnesia and cant remember that they and jenna had a relationship at all so basically jenna has to make the reader remember their relationship and at the end the reader remembers their relationshoip
I Remember
Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader
Summary: You get in a car accident and lose all of your memories of Jenna and your relationship. Can you get them back or will you never remember your fianceè again?
Warnings: Angst with happy ending, R was in a car accident, R has amnesia
Word Count: 1.7k
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You woke up in a strange room, not knowing where you were. Now that you think about it, you couldn't really remember how you got there, or why you were hooked up to a bunch of machines. You tried to sit up, but it caused your entire body to ache.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman walks into the room with food in hand. When she sees that you are awake, she practically throws the food to the side and rushes to your bedside. "Oh my god, you're awake!"
You feel like you should remember who she is, but no matter how much you push yourself, nothing comes up. Seeing the apprehensive look on your face, the woman backs up slightly. "Are you okay, honey? It's just me." You scan her face one more time before finally asking, "I'm sorry, who are you?" She laughs before seeing the seriousness in your eyes.
"What do you mean? It's me, Jenna. Your fianceè." You shake your head, making Jenna look even more concerned. "I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are. I don't even know who I am." That makes Jenna begin to freak out, and she calls a nurse into the room.
A woman comes running into the room with a man in a white lab coat, who you quickly figure out is your doctor. Jenna quietly explains what is going on to him, and he looks at you clinically but also with some concern in his eyes. He approaches you slowly with his hands raised, as if you are a wild animal backed in a corner, and he begins to talk.
"Hey there, Y/N. My name is Dr. Kemp, and I am the man who is treating you. Right now, you are in NYU Langone in New York City. You were involved in a car accident and you sustained a head injury that put you in a coma for about a week. We're glad you're safe and awake. Do you remember anything?"
You begin to remember some things, mostly your name and where you are from. Suddenly, the moment that sent you to the hospital comes crashing back. It causes you to begin to panic, which makes the nurse and doctor spring into action. They calm you down and sit you up again, making sure you are okay.
You clear your throat, trying to formulate your words. "I remember some stuff. I can recall my childhood, most things about myself, and the accident. But I really can't remember her. I'm sorry." This makes Jenna choke out a sob, and you look at her with apologetic eyes. You know it isn't your fault, but you wish that you could force yourself to find the memories.
Jenna stands up quickly, muttering something about getting some air before practically running out of the hospital room. You sit there, wishing that you could make things better. If only you could remember.
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"-And they don't remember anything about us. Our entire relationship is gone. We've been together since senior year. They're the love of my life, and they don't even remember me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Jenna cries into her phone. On the other end, Emma Myers tries to calm her down. "Jenna. Since when do you just give up? You have so many memories from over the years, so show them to them. Bring them back to us."
Jenna thinks about it before nodding with renewed determination. She quickly hangs up, apologizing and saying that there was something that she had to do. She then ran to her car, quickly driving off towards your house.
Meanwhile, you are sitting in your room, praying that Jenna comes back. You hoped that she wouldn't give up on you, and in the meantime, you would work on getting the flashes of your life back in focus. You sat there, trying to concentrate when Jenna came running back into the room with a posterboard and a box.
You watch her, confused, as she sets her stuff up on the table in front of you. When she pulls some photographs and loose items out of the box, you realize what she is about to do. She stands in front of you before clearing her throat and starting.
"My name is Jenna Ortega. I am an actress, and I am your fianceè. You are Y/N Y/L/N, and you are the love of my life. We met in our freshman year of high school, and we became best friends." She hands you a picture that you quickly realize is the two of you at a young age, standing together and grinning at the person behind the camera.
"I started acting when I was only nine, but I was on this show called Stuck in the Middle when I was twelve. I continued to play that character until I was fifteen, which intersected with when I met you. You were always my biggest cheerleader, and you supported me no matter what. I quickly developed a crush on you, but I could never tell you how I felt. I carried that flame for you all the way through sophomore and junior year, and well into senior year. You had started to flirt with me, more heavily than you normally would, towards the end of junior year, but you hadn't ever done anything. Senior year was when you finally asked me out."
You let that sit for a second before a memory comes back to you.
You were normally a calm, cool, and collected person. That was a part of your charm, and it was what made girls flock to you. You liked the attention, but only one girl could make you weak in the knees and make you lose your indifferent demeanor. Jenna fuckin' Ortega. Your best friend, and your crush since the end of sophomore year.
Until the end of junior year, you thought that there was no way in hell that she would ever like you back, but then you started to notice little things. She would stare at your lips while you were talking, she watched you all the time and when you caught her she would look away, blushing, and whenever you playfully flirted with her she got incredibly flustered.
You decided that you should shoot your shot, and all you could do was hope that this doesn't ruin your friendship.
You sit back for a second with a shocked expression on your face, before you smiled at her. Jenna looks at you, slightly confused, before she realizes what had just happened. "Do you remember?" You smile and nod, before frowning slightly.
"Not everything. I honestly can't remember asking you out. I just remember deciding to. But I remember you, Jenna." Her smile doesn't falter, as she is just happy that you remember her now. She continues on with her presentation, hoping to jog the rest of your memory of your relationship.
"I said yes, and we've been together ever since. We've had our ups and downs, but it's been amazing overall. Now, you proposed to me about two months ago, in our apartment bedroom. We haven't told the public about our relationship just yet, so you couldn't do it in a public space. It was super romantic, so of course I said yes. I was so happy that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and it almost got taken away from us because of your accident. I just need you to remember, because I can't lose you."
You smile tearily at her, before you are hit full force with the weight of your relationship.
Being with Jenna was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. You realized that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, and you quickly decided to propose. Not knowing what ring to get her, you called her sister and Emma to come and help you. They helped you choose the perfect ring to propose with, and you quickly ran home to get set up. You put flower petals on the ground, and you lit candles, and you got fancy champagne and food. When Jenna got home, she saw everything set up, and she was pretty confused.
She quickly walked into your room, where she found you pacing and muttering to yourself in a suit and tie. She cleared her throat, making you whip around and exclaim, "Oh shit, you're early." She gives you a confused look, before looking around and trying to put two and two together.
"Are you cheating on me?" She knows that her question is dumb, and that you would never, but she doesn't know what else to think. The laugh that you let out makes all of the panic in Jenna's body leave, before you step up to her and hold her face in your hands. "I'm not cheating on you, baby. I just..." You clear your throat before getting down on one knee.
Jenna's confusion grows until you pull out a ring and hold it out in front of you. She gasps and begins to tear up. You let out a wet laugh before saying, "I love you more than anything, Jenna. We've been best friends since freshman year, and that has never changed. Sometimes I like to tell people that the only thing that changed about our relationship was that we make out now." That makes Jenna let out a laugh, and you smile up at her. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Jenna Marie Ortega, will you marry me?"
Jenna nods and exclaims, "Yes! Of course!" You quickly jump up and pull her into a tight bear hug before sliding the ring onto her finger. You then kiss her passionately, making her sigh into your mouth. You were engaged to Jenna fuckin' Ortega.
You stop Jenna quickly before waving her over and pulling her into a kiss. When you pull back, Jenna is now on the hospital bed next to you. You rest your head on hers, and you whisper, "I remember. I remember it all."
You see her smile, and you know that finally, all is right in her and your world.
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I have finished Mysterious Lotus Casebook, and here are some of my thoughts! (Obviously not spoiler free)
The cases are absolutely batshit insane and I loved it every single time they were like 'we totally collected this evidence that incriminates a secret suspect, just believe us and also don't question when the fuck we had the time to do this or when we figured out that we needed to look for it'. 10/10 no notes, that's a hilarious way to have a genius detective. Show us nothing, tell us everything, YES king.
That being said, I could have done with a lot less standing around having the supporting cast repeat whatever Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing announce, maybe in an attempt to make sure their genius is clear for the audience? I get it, but at the same time it felt a little too hand-holdy for me, especially in scenes where LLH and FDB had already discussed their findings between themselves before presenting them to the concerned bystanders. I can read between the lines (or else understand what has just been explicitly stated) without having every conclusion filtered through a slightly different sentence structure to make sure I got it.
Di Feisheng amnesia arc my fuckin beloved
Di Feisheng destroying his 'father' and freeing everyone in Di manor in a vicious act of catharsis that tied nicely into the main Nanyin bug-mind-control-thing narrative my beloved
Di Feisheng my beloved
The amount of times I was like...genuinely surprised he and Li Lianhua didn't kiss is both embarrassing (because I do in fact understand censorship and what I sign up for with these dramas and yet and yet) and numerous enough that I could...possibly...theoretically..write a 5+1 fic of every time I want them to kiss about it. No one hold me to that but it's something I think I'd like to do.
Re: the above point: because what the FUCK was that ending?!!! EXCUSE ME?! I gotta FIX THAT SHIT.
There will come a day when the strength of my hope for an unambiguously happy ending in a queer(-coded? is the source originally bl or is this its own thing?) wuxia drama is rewarded....but it is not this day. I must fix this myself.
Jiao Liqiao's laugh is one of the most annoying things I've ever heard. I was reaaaaally hoping someone would just up and stab her during one of her little evil laughing fits. At one point I was shouting "KILL HER, KILL HER" at my screen because I could NOT take anymore of her (unfortunately, I did in fact have to take more of her).
I still think her insistence on being obsessed with DFS is hysterical when he is so VISIBLY only interested in LLH. Explicitly STATES that his only life purpose is to fuck fight LLH again. Babygirl (derogatory) he is so fucking gay let's get you a nice knife to the gut instead, okay?
I thought the whole Shan Gudao plot was interesting, going from looking desperately for his body -> putting him to rest -> hunting for his murderer -> finding out he's alive/the mastermind behind everything going wrong (which I was proud of myself for realizing before the reveal, I'm normally bad at that) -> thwarting him with sass and superior martial arts at every possible turn -> killing him stone fuckin dead with beginner level skills because he's so up his own hole he can't see that's what's happening - was really fun!
He also has a SUPER annoying laugh he can fuck off
OH OH OH MARTIAL ARTS SKILL OF TRANS YOUR GENDER?! I MARRIED HER SO HER AFFAIRS ARE MY BUSINESS NOT YOURS??? ASKING YOUR WIFE FOR HER FORGIVENESS AND UNDERSTANDING AS YOU LAY DYING AND SHE GIVES IT TO YOU?????? OKAYYYYYYY
The twist at the end that LLH is the one with royal blood was so funny to me. Like it's a good twist and I love that Shan Gudao was just quite literally always a fuckin try-hard loser in ways he didn't even know, but also it was SO funny. Granny coming in clutch at the last fuckin minute with secret knowledge she just literally never shared.
LLH is such a smooth motherfucker. Shame about his insistence on dying when quite literally everyone (bar the people who suck) is begging this man to just live. Just LIVE DAMN IT!!!!! I really liked it when FDB begs him to just consider his own life as important for ONCE and remember that people care about him because YES his self-sacrificing and committment to Chilling Out Farmer Style was not the mercy he thought it was!
LIVE AND GROW OLD WITH DI FEISHENG YOU DAMN IDIOT (the likelihood of me resisting the urge to write at least the one fic for them is zero to none)
Unironically love spitting up blood as a plot device and this show is no different. The Drama. The Panache. The desperation of everyone around you because you have BLOOD coming out of your MOUTH and you are FAINTING. Poison acting up? Spit blood. Someone bitch slap you with their magical palm ability? Spit blood. Get stressed? Spit blood. Get stabbed? Spit blood. It's always good!
Okay I think that might be all I've got for now, if I think of anything else I'll add them in a reblog. I thoroughly enjoyed it, would definitely recommend!
#mysterious lotus casebook#my thoughts#for whatever they're worth#it was nice too because unlike say Word of Honor I didn't mind the overarching plot about the jianghu#and the magical cures/objects that everyone is racing/fighting each other to get to first#WOH was just plain boring outside of the interpersonal relationships in my opinion#but in this there were only a few times I really just did not care about the latest fetch quest and wanted to get back to the relationships
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BINA WHAT??? YOU HAVE OCS?????? TELL ME MORE I LOVE OC CONTENT (Klance will forever feed me BUT-) THEY LOOK SO CUTE WHO. ARE. THEY.
😳😳😳
.....YOU WOULD KNOW MORE OF MY BOY.......?? TRULY????
OH!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH HAPPY DAYS YES!!!!!!!! I TOO SUBSIST ALMOST ENTIRELY OFF OF KLANCE, BUT OCs HAVE PROVEN TO BE QUITE A DELIGHT ALSO!!
FOR REFERENCE, HERE IS THE PATHETIC LITTLE MAN IN QUESTION:
wait i have too much to say, i have to put this under a readmore
OK!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!! i love him so much and i don't have many opportunities to talk about him, SO YOUR ASK IS APPRECIATED!!!
his name is E'li Leam (pronounced EE-lie Leem) and he's a Miqo'te from that MMO i really like FFXIV 🤩
Miqo'te are basically cat people (WHICH I MEAN. I GUESS I'M A FURRY NOW?? OK), and he's what's called a Seeker, AKA SUN CAT!! There's moon cat people too but don't worry about it.
Seekers have names that start with their tribe letter (26 in total, each one representing one letter of the alphabet), so for example Raha of the G tribe would be called G'raha. Only close friends and family can drop the tribe letter and call them their given name! Male seekers will also have either Tia or Nuhn after their names, with most being Tias! This is because Nuhns fuck like crazy and are the only ones who are allowed to LMFAO
LISTEN DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT
anyway E'li is your typical 32 year old shonen protagonist who woke up ~7 years ago with Retrograde Amnesia and was found in a giant forest by its resident magic rats
THESE FUCKIN THINGS. they're called moogles. if you've ever played a final fantasy game, you know these guys. ANYWAY they saw this random grown ass man with a GIANT SCABBED OVER HEAD WOUND who wouldn't respond to anything they said and were like "hey let's take care of him kupo, lol"
AND FOR MONTHS THEY LOOKED AFTER HIM. ate together. snoozed in cuddle puddles together. got fucked up on Kupo Nuts together. it was wild. they found him with a big ol explorer's backpack, and alongside a White Mage Soul Crytal (RARE AND PRICELESS ARTIFACT ALLOWING ITS OWNER TO ADEPTLY WIELD CURATIVE MAGICKS!!), they found a shitty harp inside with A NAME CARVED ON THE SIDE.........
THE NAME...?!? "Eli". there was a notch in the wood that MIGHT have been an apostrophe?? they're moogles though they don't really give a shit. SO THEY JUST START CALLING HIM E'LI.
Pronounced EE-Lie.
The correct pronunciation of E'li by Seeker standards is EH-Lie.
This incorrect pronunciation of his own name would routinely cause him significant embarrassment down the line.
anyway. They're fond of their weird little man, but after a few months the moogles are like, "hey if he's really good at healing magicks and we can't teach him how to read or write, maybe let's give him to the people in the Quarrymill. They'll take care of him." and so they deposited their Weird Son into the care of the people of the Quarrymill, who essentially hired him on as the resident healer in exchange for food/shelter/education because HOLY SHIT,
THIS GUY CAN HEAL!!!
you wander near him with an injury? BOOM he's there and suddenly ALL THAT AILS YE BE NO MORE!!
whatever life he lead prior to his severe head injury clearly included healing people. he also took to reading and writing extremely quickly, so it was assumed he was some kind of scholar?? Though he wasn't particularly fond of speaking, and learned Eorzean Sign Language because VOCALIZATIONS WERE WEIRD AND BAD.
so this guy spends like half a year there. DEVOURING BOOKS. Learning of the World At Large. Starts longing to see the rest of it.. the Quarrymill residents are hesitant to let their Weird Little Man go, but accept it & tell him he must call himself E'li Tia to all who ask.
(In his mind Tia and Nuhn both sound incredibly stupid, so he decides his surname will be Leam A.K.A LEAF ---> BUT ONE LETTER CHANGED. ((he was looking at a tree when he decided this, and it would ALSO cause him no end of embarrassment down the line)))
SUDDENLY, GOD (A SENTIENT CRYSTAL IN THE CENTER OF THE PLANET) REACHES OUT TO HIM AND IS LIKE HI. LISTEN GO OUT THERE AND SAVE THE WORLD.
E'li is like o..k... and starts his journey to become an Adventurer.....
and then gets to a place called Limsa Lominsa which SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, THEN IMMEDIATELY GOES BACK TO THE GIANT FOREST PLACE AND DOESN'T LEAVE.
GOD CRYSTAL actually told a DIFFERENT set of people to go save the world like FIVE YEARS AGO, and a bunch of stuff happened but TLDR; GOD CRYSTAL'S GROUP OF CHOSEN HEROS WHO ONCE TRIED TO SAVE THE REALM BUT WERE SPIRITED AWAY...!!!
find the strange little healing cat man one day during their adventures. their leader, Meteor (!!!!!! YES MR MAIN CHARACTER GUY HIMSELF), looks at him and this is how their meeting went:
and SO BEGAN THE JOURNEY OF THESE FIVE WARRIORS OF LIGHT, WHO WOULD GO ON TO SAVE THE REALM FROM MANY DIRE THREATS...
THEN METEOR DIES, E'LI THREATENS TO KILL THE OTHERS ON SIGHT FOR LETTING THEIR LEADER DIE, BANISHES THEM FROM THE SCIONS OF THE SEVENTH DAWN (a group of characters who like.. do good stuff For The Realm and all that), AND PROCEEDS TO SPEEDRUN PTSD AS THE NOW SOLE WARRIOR OF LIGHT
buncha stuff happens... E'li goes to War, does PTSD: The Again, GETS ISEKAI'D and does Saving the World: 2 but THIS time his best friend he made just before the God Crystal Group disbanded shows up and is like "I'M GOING TO DIE FOR YOU!" and he's like "???? I'M LITERALLY INSANE CAN YOU PLEASE NOT MAKE IT WORSE"
buncha OTHER stuff happens...
and currently him and his Best Friend (he didn't actually die) are now life partners who just want to go on adventures and take naps together.
BY THE WAY, HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA IN THE CONVENTIONAL SENSE. GOD CRYSTAL ACTUALLY JUST YOINKED A 1500 YEAR OLD SOUL FROM THE AETHERIAL SEA (THE AFTERLIFE BUT IT'S REAL, AND IS INSIDE THE PLANET), MADE A COPY OF METEOR'S BODY, MADE IT A CAT MAN, SHOVED THE SOUL IN IT, THEN SHUNTED IT BACK UNTO THE MORTAL COIL TO GO FIGHT FOR HER. HE LANDED HEAD FIRST ONTO A FUCKIN ROCK AND SHE WAS LIKE "OOF, MY B. ANYWAY I'LL BE IN TOUCH"
when he realizes this, E'li decides he is not fond of god crystal.
AND SO THAT IS THE GIST OF MY LITTLE BLORBO. my pathetic little man. my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier etc etc. HE'S KIND OF A FREAK and i absolutely adore him.
i will continue to chronicle all the little problems i give him, desperate for anyone who will look my way and be like "oh yeah, pretty cool"........... and i thank you for reading LMFAO
#FFXIV SPOILERS#LMAO#E'li Leam#OC#there is wolgraha here if you understand my ramblings#FFXIV#WOL#also his first word was obviously kupo
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BL/QL ASK GAME : THE UGLY, THE BAD AND THE WORST
I was tagged by @clara-maybe-ontheroad on some fandom asks in a tag game. I normally don't think this hard about things I don't like, but here we go.
Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL
Remember Me. It was horrible.
Most cringe-inducing line (cute)
Probably “Kiss you until you drop.” Sarawat is low-key a gay disaster. I still find it endearing.
Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)
“I’ll make you my wife.” I know the Kongpob line was a big deal, but I’m still not into it.
Most stupid decision made by a character
Probably Pat’s decision to help Wai since he got shot for it. Also Teh giving up his spot for Oh-aew.
Worst plot line
I’m still salty about it, so the stupid fucking amnesia plot in Minato’s Laundromat 2.
The most problematic show you've watched
Honestly, it’s Handsome Stewardess because of the IPV and the way it was handled.
A show people love but you find bad
Probably Star in My Mind and Sky in Your Heart?
A show people find bad but you will defend
Right now? Wedding Plan. Historically? Make It Right.
A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it
Rainbow Prince
A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated
Low Frequency
A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny
‘Cause You’re My Boy because Frank and Drake had that.
A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character
Ocean Likes Me for Holland’s character.
A bad show that you would still recommend
Once Again. It was kind of difficult, but it executed its themes well.
The character that ruined a show the most
Puen in Vice Versa.
Most awful character that you hated
PLERN PLENG from Together Wtih Me. I know @negrowhat and @lurkingshan got my back on this one.
Most awful character that you loved
Green from 2gether. Gun deserved and still deserves better.
A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like
I don’t like Dr. Sing in Triage that much.
A hero that should have been a villain
Is this where I dig at Tharntype?
A morally bad character you're into
Zhou Zi Shu from Word of Honor
A morally bad character you're not into and you wish people would stop being into
Vegas from KinnPorsche
The show that disappointed you the most
Bite Me
The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons
The Shipper and My Extraordinary
I don't think I'll tag anyone specific, but if we've been chatting about BL since before 2gether, I wanna know your answers.
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i'm very frustrated with 'a curse for true love' and i'm just gonna vent about it and hope no one minds under the readmore
ok literally why was it so short?? like i know writing a novel is really hard and i don't want to sound ungrateful for what we got, but we wasted so much TIME and it SKIMPED ON THE EVA/JACKS SCENES. WHAT DID SHE THINK WE WERE HERE FOR?? this should have been THE evajacks book, and for so MUCH of it jacks was just off??? doing his own thing??? needlessly dragging this out because she HAD to have the big kiss at the climax?? i'm baffled BAFFLED we still could have had lots of simmering tension scenes with Amnesia!Eva and Jacks TOGETHER trying to get her memories back, but ??? no??? what ???
the amnesia plot was WASTED imo like there was so much angst potential and it was just kind of?? meh?? like why not give us jacks realizing evangeline doesn't remember him and seeing the dawning horror of like "oh god the thing of equal value to me... HER LOVE OUR TIME TOGETHER" and have them be like together trying to fix it??
like you would think after she died in his arms he'd be like "no i'm not letting her go, i have to protect her, i have to undo the memory loss" but no he's. just gonna teach her self defense one time.... even though supposedly he made a deal with aurora to make it so eva never NEEDS to be defended again ??? obviously i'm grateful that it happened bc the evajacks dynamic is what i was here for but it was almost like the author?? didn't realize that?? or thought by dragging it out it was making it better?? like no babes we are in the last book!! it's PAY OFF TIME
like did she really think we needed all this time on the valour family and apollo and aurora and blah blah blah
and like. i'm fine the true love breaking the curse on jacks and the kiss is fine, i am fine with it. but jacks has no follow up questions?? does jacks even know he was cursed by aurora?? does he know the popular theory on his curse is incorrect and, in actuality, only a girl who will never love him can survive the kiss? he really didn't have any follow up questions to eva surviving his kiss after hundreds of years of no one surviving his kisses??
and then we had to have a SECOND climax so so rushed it was unsatisfying to me personally, especially with all the wasted time at the beginning to put two back to back climaxes didn't make up for all the time being in apollo's very boring head
i'm so baffled by the decision to HAVE THE CLIFFHANGER FOR A CHAPTER BE 'and there was only one bed' and they didn't even??? snuggle?? share body heat bc she was so cold from the rain?? and immediately jacks fucks off again hrrrrrrrr
also the last broken heart scar is just.... there forever. i thought there would be a creative way to have jacks prove he knew her because of information about the scar, or the scar being a clue to getting back her memories. i guess the only pay off is that it tingles sometimes??
again i super love evajacks and was super down for having it and i'm?? pretty sure they are what everyone was reading FOR and there's just ?? not enough of it why are we being stingy with the MMC in his climactic book where we are supposed to be rooting for them more than ever?? i'm baffled
#a curse for true love spoilers#acftl spoilers#a curse for true love#a bit of a rant i'm sorry i just wanted more evajacks mostly and there is so much missed potential i'm going insane#gIVE ME THE BETA COPY STEPHANIE LET ME LOOK AT IT LET ME HELP YOU
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I am back, yet again, with more thoughts. I'm nearing the end of house of hades (3 hours left!!) So here's my opinions about all the relationships!
OKAY SO:
Annabeth and Percy is fine, they're great, I don't mind them at all. Nothing weird, they got five books before they got together and they were genuinely friends first!! Good job have a metal: 🏅
Piper and Jason is??? Eugh. FIRST UP pipers original attraction to Jason is because of FAKE memories put inside of her head. And Jason?? Complete amnesia, doesn't remember shit, and they still kinda?? Stay together? Even though they're technically complete strangers forced into a relationship by a god. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED on the amount of time they spend focused on each other when Pipers dad is kidnapped and going insane and she thinks shes gonna be forced to betray them all. Like yeah, alright, but your boyfriend you know nothing about? Yeah spend an entire page talking about how attractive he is. OH AND THE CHARM SPEAK, DON'T FORGET THE CHARM SPEAK
Hazel and Frank is on thin fucking ice. The jealousy on Franks side is kinda uncomfortable but like, I get it. Fair enough. They've known each other for a while, they were friends before they were dating, and I can't say much about it?? Because it's before the book but at least it's not super uncomfortable or anything. Now my problem is kinda with their ages, Hazel is like 12 (13?) And Frank is uhh (checks wiki) **17???** I thought he was like 16 at most but alright, sure sure sure. You'd think? A 17 year old would know better than to date a 12 year old, like my guy, that's a whole ass child.
Leo and Calypso,,, Mmm.. most of my problems with Calypso comes with the fact that lore wise, it doesn't really make sense for her to still be on the island, her instant dismissal of Leo cause he's not super ripped and tall is also kinda uncomfortable but oh well. NOW LEO??? CONSIDERING that his main personal conflict comes from being the 7th wheel and the fact that his best friends kinda?Y'know, toss him aside after they get together??? The odd one out?? I feel, so uncomfortable with the fact that they decide to solve that problem by just giving him a girlfriend? Instead of y'know, making him more comfortable with himself and his friendships. Like sticking a bandaid of someone just liking him back for the first time ever fixes his major abandonment issues. Especially with?? The apparent "instant attraction"? Like c'mon.
#fuck it making a tag#citron reads HOO#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#Discuss with me#I want to hear others opinion about this maybe I'm just wrong#nothing negative about any of the characters!!#I love all of them I'm just aroace and extremely critical of relationships in media#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo hoo#hoo#leo valdez#calypso#frank zhang#hazel lavesque#piper mclean#jason grace#annabeth chase
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Okay I watched this and was immediately suspicious about the physical contact Gold was giving Henry. He's only a touchy guy with belle and bae and even then it's limited and hesitant.
He wouldn't all of a sudden be giving henry a half hug thing and gripping his shoulders.
Then letting henry pick out a wand? Hell no red flags again because of everything in the shop the wands he wouldn't just give out like Oprah bmws.
Then he turns him to China and smashes him.
Called it bitch.
So he's a left side of the bed sleeper. Got it.
In cute blue silk pj's.
I love that Neal is stepping in so well to being a dad to henry.
REGINA'S FACE WHEN SHE FINDS OUT ABOUT GRAMPY GOLD.
He's trying to change and be on his best behavior. He can! He wants to be good for belle and bae!
Emile is just so gorgeous.
That little frowning suppressed smile she does is so fucking cute.
SHE REMEMBERS YOU HEALING HER. TELL HER!
Ugh.
On one hand yes it's gonna be hard for her to come to grips with magic being real and all that. But don't just 'you were hurt and were on some good drugs. '
At LEAST he gave an inclination that he'd tell her once she remembers stuff.
But I'm sure that's frustrating for her because amnesia can also never go away.
THEIR HANDS!!
Man I love her style in the show, makes me wanna do more shit like that.
Nails and clothing wise.
But I pick at my nails when they're done.
MORE DARK CASTLE
MORE DARK CASTLE!!!!!!!
I DO MY BEST THINKING THEN!
I JUST LOVE that INCREDULOUS face she's making here.
And his goofy face right back at her like he's struggling with being nice vs being mean.
here *THROWS PILLOW AT YOUR FACE*
Oh thank you maybe now I can sleep.
Oh no gotta be mean again ITS TO MUFFLE YOUR LOUD ASS CRYING.
THE WAY SHE RUNS TO RUMPLE
REGINA GO AWAY!!!!
#rumbelle#rumplestiltskin#ouat belle#ouat rumple#mr. gold#belle x rumple#Regina's gonna fuck everything up#go away#ouat#once upon a time#lem watches ouat
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I Don't Know You - 3
The David/Huxley amnesia fic!
I Don't Know You - 3
The next day was a parade of visitors. People came over all day in twos. Huxley’s team captain coordinated their visits, texting with David so as not to knock on the door. He reminded the players before going in that they were to be quiet. Hux didn’t remember half of them from his team but some of them he knew from playing against them in college games and his captain he knew by reputation.
Still, he seemed happy to see them. David had set him up in the corner of the couch and kept the lights low, trying to give the illusion of staying out of the way by loitering in the kitchen.
Sometimes Huxley remembered a game when the others were reminiscing about a play. David’s heart pounded then. They were little memories, but they were filtering back up to the surface when he wasn’t trying to reach them. He could see how excited some of Huxley’s teammates were when they realized it too, and grateful to them when they didn’t point it out or press for more.
Asher had been there all day, outside, talking to the parade of hockey players rolling through. He made it seem like he was just there to hang out, but David knew he was there in case someone needed to be bounced.
Damien and Lasko came that evening, after the team, and even though Huxley was obviously tired, he was also incredibly happy to see them. The relief when he threw his arms around them made David’s heart ache to be remembered too.
He went outside then. He didn’t need to hover while Damien and Lasko were there. He knew they wouldn’t overstep or do anything to hurt Huxley. Damien would burn the house down before he let anyone hurt his family. Although, David did hope it didn’t come to that.
He dragged a deep breath outside and sat down on the porch. Asher came over and sat next to him. “Do you want a hug, boss?”
“Fuck you,” he grumbled.
Asher laughed and threw an arm over his shoulders. “A bunch of the pack want to visit but I told them to wait. It’s already a lot today and…” his words trailed off and died.
He was going to say, “And he doesn’t remember any of us.”
Asher sagged a little beside him.
David looked at his friend and caught the glimpse of his own heartbreak there. Asher and Huxley had been close. So had Huxley and Babe, and Huxley and Milo, and Huxley and Sam. Everyone loved Hux. They went on group trips, had almost weekly barbeques at the house, and regular double dates. Christ, he and Asher had had a joint wedding. The idea that Hux just didn’t know them anymore, that he might not remember them ever, was devastating.
He also saw the moment Asher realized he was being watched and perked up, putting back on a supportive front. He knew why. It was the same reason none of them would be able to talk to him about their own feelings right now—because his loss would always be bigger than theirs.
David ruffled Asher’s hair, palming the back of his head.
Asher pretended to hate it the same way he had since they were kids.
“He remembered some of his games,” David said, quiet like it was fragile.
Asher blinked. “What? Really?”
David nodded. “When the team was in there talking to him… Some of the games were just last year. I don’t think he realizes that though. He just remembers the plays or the win.”
Asher beamed. “That’s awesome!
David hoped so.
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Huxley was dead tired and his head had been hurting pretty badly for the last couple hours, but he’d been trying to hide it. He didn’t want David to call off the visits. He didn’t want to be shut up in that room he didn’t recognize or lay down in that bed where he always felt like something was missing, more than a little terrified that he knew what that something was.
“You guys are… together?” Huxley asked. Lasko hadn’t let go of Damien’s hand since they walked in, other than those few minutes where they each hugged before settling down on the couch with him.
They did let go of each other then, almost jumping apart like they were kids who got caught. “Oh. Oh, yeah. I mean… It was… Well, it’s not a secret,” Lasko rushed to explain, words rolling out but still in a whisper. “It’s been like a year and Damien works-works at the university but we’re not like in the same department or anything and you were one of the first-first people we told.”
“Dudes, I’m happy for you. I’m sorry I don’t remember…”
Lasko exhaled relief and Damien almost subconsciously rubbed his back, while looking at Huxley. “Don’t be. You were happy for us the first time too. So, how are you doing? This has to be really stressful…”
Huxley laughed a little. His head hurt behind his eyes, but he tried not to squint too much. “Yeah. It’s been… well, it’s been really weird.”
“The memories will come back though,” Lasko said, almost urgent with his optimism.
Huxley smiled, grateful that they came, that his whole team had come. He was really lucky.
“And if they don’t, you get to do a bunch of firsts over again,” Damien countered.
“Firsts?” Huxley asked.
Damien smiled. “Yeah. Have you seen your garden yet?”
Huxley blinked. “No.”
“It’s pretty impressive. You and David work on that thing all year. You should go see it before your memories come back. It’s not often you get to surprise yourself with your favorite things.”
Huxley and Lasko both stared at Damien.
The room got a little warmer, the fire elemental flustering. “What? Was that the wrong thing to say? I just thought—”
“No,” Huxley smiled. “No, that’s a pretty cool way of looking at it.”
Damien exhaled relief and sputtered, looking away.
“So…” Huxley started again, glancing toward the empty kitchen. David had gone outside. “We still hang out, right?”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “What? Yeah, all the time. I mean, we all have our own schedules, but we get together at least a few times a month.”
Huxley nodded, relieved. “And…” he hesitated. Why did he need to ask at all? Maybe because he was living in a house with a stranger?
A warm hand took his and he realized he’d closed his eyes. Damien had reached across Lasko to take his hand, both of them watching him with so much care. “Ask it,” Damien said, voice steady and low. “Whatever it is, just ask it.”
“Do you like David? Is he… are we good?”
Damien stared at him. He wouldn’t lie to him, Huxley was sure of it. If Damien had any doubts, if there was anything to know or worry about, Damien would know it and he would tell him. He looked him dead in the eyes and said, “He’s great. You’re great. He’s always made us feel like we were family, honorary members of the pack even.”
Lasko nodded. “You guys were really happy.”
Huxley nodded, not sure why that didn’t make him feel better. Maybe because it just felt like he’d lost something big? And taken something from David too…
Damien gave his hand another squeeze. “If it’s ever too much, you can always stay with us. You know that, right?”
Huxley huffed a tired, strained laugh. His headache was officially making it hard to keep his eyes open. “Like that would go over well…”
“Hux…” Lasko’s quiet voice drew his attention, forcing his eyes open again. Lasko looked worried.
Damien spoke. “You’re not being held prisoner. David’s going to care and he’s going to worry if you leave, but he’s not keeping you here. You could go with us if you wanted to.”
Huxley blinked. It felt like a cold bucket of water. Had he really been thinking David was going to stop him from leaving? Maybe. But even knowing he could leave, could go home with his friends and be with people he knew… he didn’t want to go. Not really.
“Are you guys staying for dinner?” Huxley asked.
Damien still looked worried.
“Unless you have somewhere to be, of course… I don’t know what—”
Lasko shook his head. “No. We can stay!”
Knuckles tapped so quietly at the front door that they barely heard it before the door opened and David walked in, his friend on his heels.
Damien was still holding Huxley’s hand and made no move to drop it, the three of them almost snuggling in Huxley’s corner of the couch now. He turned his head toward the shifters. “David, what do you have for dinner? The prince is hungry.”
Huxley wasn’t sure what he’d expected but Damien comfortably demanding food and the alpha huffing and walking into that open kitchen to list off their oven-ready options wasn’t it.
David’s friend sat in one of the big chairs, talking to Lasko and stealing glances at Huxley. He felt like he should recognize him and knew that he should. He was in a bunch of the pictures on the walls, but he didn’t know his name until David said it, telling Asher to get people drinks.
Asher. Yeah, he had seen him the other night at the hospital too.
How many people had Huxley hurt by forgetting the last three years? He would know if he could remember…
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Everyone had gone and it was just the two of them.
Huxley’s head was splitting but he still stood there, torn between needing to lay down and wanting to step closer to David. Only he didn’t know him.
“You should get some sleep,” David said, his voice that low rumble that made something ease inside Huxley’s chest. “I’ll grab you another pill for the pain, okay?”
“It’s not that bad,” Huxley said, but he wasn’t sure if he was right. His head really hurt. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes open the last half hour.
“Go get in bed. I’ll grab some water and the meds.”
Huxley nodded and ducked down the hall, toward that room.
He stopped a few steps inside, feeling somehow both out of place and at home at the same time. It was confusing. The room was frustrating. He’d been trying to avoid it. He went into the adjoining bathroom and brushed his teeth. David had had to tell him which brush head was his that morning.
He heard David in the bedroom and when he came back from the bathroom, David was changing his clothes. He was down to a pair of black briefs, long muscular limbs and a board back. Huxley stared, thinking he should look away but not doing it. David pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Huxley wasn’t sure which ones were his and which ones were David’s. Their clothes seemed to be mixed together. David tossed his shirt into the hamper and pulled a new one from a drawer. It was a loose fit and he ruffled his hair with a yawn.
This had to be exhausting for him. His spouse was just gone and he was basically babysitting Huxley. What had they been like before, when it was just the two of them? What did they talk about? What did they do?
“Hux?” David asked, closer.
Huxley snapped his eyes open again, realizing he’d pressed them shut. “Sorry.”
David shook his head, obviously worried. “Today was a lot. The healers said you needed to rest but…”
“It was nice to see everyone.”
He nodded, picking up something off the bedside table and a glass of water and bringing it over to where Huxley still stood. “Everyone really wanted to see you. I can’t blame them.”
Huxley took the water, feeling heat climb his face. He put out his palm and let David tip the pill into his hand. “Thanks,” he said and took the medicine, the word feeling like too little. He drained the water and walked to the bed, putting the glass down. “For, all of this. I know this has to be awful for you…”
He looked up and David was watching him, unreadable. Was he really unreadable or was it just that Huxley couldn’t read him? His heart beat faster under that gaze. “Where’s my phone? I should set an alarm or—” he babbled, tearing his gaze away almost frantically.
“You don’t need a—Wait,” David jerked a step closer, arm out when Huxley reached for drawer on the bedside table in search of his phone.
Huxley stared down at the contents, heat rising to his face. Lube, toys, rope, polaroids…
He closed the drawer and jumped to his feet. He kept thinking about the contents—about those pictures. He wanted to see them, suspecting he might be in them, but still feeling like an intruder. “I’m so sorry, dude,” he rushed out.
David sighed. “You don’t have to apologize… Everything in this house is ours.”
Huxley nodded, trying not to think about the details of that. Everything was theirs. Everything in that drawer was theirs… He took a step back. “You know, you basically slept on the floor last night. You should take the bed tonight and I’ll crash on the couch.”
David stared at him.
Huxley couldn’t quite meet his gaze. Fuck. Fuck, this was so awkward and he was the reason. He was the one making it worse.
“Take the bed, Hux. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Huxley shook his head but David was already walking around him, to the door, getting there before him.
“Get some sleep, please. You don’t need an alarm. You just need to rest,” he said on his way out, gently closing the door behind him.
Huxley dragged a breath, staring at that shut door and wondering if David was still there.
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Amnesia rules except when you're pregnant
This for my son of the monkeys au rewrite now that season 3 is out. I'm not going to match the episode word for word just going stick to plot points.
Wukong was focusing all his healing meditation on someone else's body. A little life he'd realize was there during a moment of glancing around with his golden vision out of boredom. That little life that had been in constant danger thus far because Wukong hadn't realized they were there.
Healing meditation was the only way he could make sure they would survive right now. He'd finally entered that zen state of meditation in which it was very difficult to get him out of. Where he was completely unaware of his surroundings thus he didn't realize that they were under attack.
"Pigsy this may not be the best idea, your not supposed to -" Tang tried warn as the van shook violently. Pigsy holding the hottest pepper in existence with an oven mit.
"We're outta options Tang! We need him up now not later!" Pigsy said as he shoved the pepper in Wukong's mouth. The two men being knocked back by the monkey who rushed out of the van breathing literal fire for a moment before throwing up in a bush.
"Oh No you made the monkey king sick!" Tang said in a panic as they both saw Wukong puke," what are we going to do?!"
"Hey we need him up how was I supposed ta know a pepper make him sick!" Pigsy snapped back as he gestured to Wukong,"he's supposed ta be invincible!"
"ugh... why's my mouth hot and why does my stomach hurt?" The monkey king groaned as he fell on to his butt. Tang and Pigsy still arguing with each other about making him sick as Wukong gave himself the once over with his golden vision. Maybe he accidentally swallowed a weapon? He gasped however when he looked at his stomach.
A Bean! A baby bean! He was having a cub!! This was so exciting, they were probably most likely Mihou's! Would Mihou hear him from here? Wait what would master think if he told Mihou first and not him?! Wait where Zhu Bajie and Master fighting? Lazy pig don't fight with Master!
"Alright enough stop arguing with Master!" Wukong said as he got up and got between the two. The two looking with shocked confused faces as they stopped in their tracks. Did he just call Tang master? What the fuck!?
"master?" Tang asked softly a bit confused. Did they really give Monkey King amnesia? Why did he think Tang was his master? Oh gods they made him sick and gave him amnesia! Wukong only confirmed it when he panicked that master might have amnesia.
"wait where's my staff?" Wukong asked mumbling to himself as he went to look for it for a moment before remembering oh yeah the cub! He still had to tell Mihou! Sure he probably should have told master first but telling them at the same time be even better! Maybe Mihou actually come on the journey with them too!
"Mihou! Mihou!" Wukong yelled out into the vast forest and field land. Tang and Pigsy looked confused at him yelling out for someone. If they'd known it was macaque they would have shut him up. However while Wukong was doing Tang was kidnapped right in front of his husband.
"Tang! Whoever ya yelling for can wait that thing just got Tang!" Pigsy said as grabbed Wukong by the shirt. Just as he did so the shadow monkey appeared confused as Fuck on why Wukong was calling for him by his actual name. Pigsy panicked letting go of Wukong's shirt and backing up out of fear as Wukong turned to face him.
Yeah something wasn't right here Wukong hadn't looked at him like this in centuries- oh Fuck they were kissing now. Wukong pulled him into a happy excited kiss. Wrapping his arms around Macaque's shoulders as Macaque was overwhelmed by the moment and kissed back gently putting his hands on Wukong's hips.
"Mihou! I got news but we should find master first also love the new look"Wukong said after breaking the kiss as he pressed his forehead against Macaque's his tail wagging happily. Genuinely happy to see Macaque. Macaque gave Pigsy a confused look. Like what the hell was going on here?
"he's got amnesia because I gave him the hottest pepper ever" Pigsy said very softly which made Macaque snorted before he was given another kiss by the monkey king. Pigsy left out how it also made Wukong puke.
"Mihou do you think you could use those ears of yours to help us find master please? May I could convince him to let you come with us if you help us save him!" Wukong said excited after breaking the kiss yet again with just that adorable fuckin face. Mac took a moment to think about it but God damnit. Those sparkling sweet eyes were hard to say no too.
"alright I'll help you out you adorable dork" Mac said as he nuzzled Wukong while Pigsy just stood there in shock. It didn't take long for them to find Tang and rescue him. Especially easy with Macaque coming and shadow teleporting him out while Wukong told the queen how to make friends.
"alright what was that news you were talking about earlier Monkey King?" Macaque said as Wukong was sitting on his lap. Wukong smiled happily as he put one of Macaque's hands on his belly as he tucked his head under Macaque's chin.
Tang and Pigsy were also waiting for the News Wukong been talking about. Macaque seemed realize it faster than they did. His eyes widened in shock as Wukong said in the sweetest tone," we're having a baby Mihou!"
Oh no! The Monkey King was pregnant?! Holy shit! Pregnant and had amnesia what were they going to do they couldn't throw a boulder on him now. It could hurt the baby!
Thank fully Wukong's memory did return without the boulder being needed.
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Wukong woke up with the worse headache of his life since the fillet had been removed. He was also being...held? Wukong looked next to him to see Macaque asleep. Macaque had a protective hold of him as he looked around to see they were in the van.
Tang was reading a book as Pigsy drove the two were taking shifts.
"Tang? What's going on?" Wukong asked softly trying not to wake up Macaque because the other monkey's grip on his abdomen.
"well long story short you had amnesia, called for him, you guys saved me and you told us your pregnant" Tang explained nervously as Wukong glared at him," oh and Macaque explained to me and Pigsy that he's indebt to lady Bone demon and that's why he's been after us."
#son of the monkeys au#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid au#monkie kid#lmk macaque#lmk wukong#lmk tang#lmk pigsy#shadowpeach
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Okay, I need to throw my hat into the ring on this Disco Elysium swap AU. I don't usually go for swap AUs beyond an aesthetic appreciation, but this one has me enthralled. I simply must give my two cents and headcanons immediately. A bunch of disconnected ideas that I can't get out of my head, so sorry if they jump all over from point to point.
First off, it's very important to me that they not just be Harry and Kim in each other's bodies. For example: Kim can't have the skill voices. It's just not how he thinks. Harry's brain talks to itself to process his thoughts, and Kim writes it all out in his notebook. Swap!Kim doesn't carry a notebook, perhaps was more successful than Harry at flushing it down the toilet, but you know what he's always got on hand? Himself. He takes notes and processes ideas by writing it down on his skin, his arms full of half-formed scribbled ideas and words that seem like nonsense out of context. In a mirror of canon Harry with the ledger, when Kim wakes up his arms are covered in smudged and illegible ink he'd tried to wash away.
Kim is always stealing pens. Asking people if he can "borrow" theirs because he "lost" his. He absolutely has not lost any of them. Pen hoarder. Harry offered his own pencil in the beginning, and Kim's face screwed up like he wanted to shove that pencil in someone's throat (be it Harry's or his own). No shitty pencils, only pens. Do not give him yours, or it is gone forever.
At the beginning, Harry had no idea that Kim had lost his memory. It took DAYS. Kim would never admit it out loud, relying on his extreme Resting Bitch Face and pointed silence to pretend he knew what was happening at any moment. When Harry first met him at the Whirling? Kim just stomped right past him as Harry tried to introduce himself, having to trail after the seemingly pissed off (truthfully just tired and confused) lieutenant. He only realized when they met Evrart (who doesn't actually know about the amnesia, because Kim hasn't been advertising it all over Martinaise).
[Evrart: "Mr. Du Bois, Mr. Kitsuragi!"
Kim: "Oh, is that me?"
Composure: It's so slight, had you not been studying the detective's face constantly you may have missed it, but his eyebrows twitch upwards fractionally.
Empathy: This is not mocking or an attempt at levity, as he'd like you to believe. It's genuine. Before this moment, the detective knew his own name about as much as you had.
Volition: Well fuck, that's no good.]
Alternative way to discover Kim's name: Kim wrecks shop at pinball and Harry goes "Wait a damn second, I've heard of the pinball cop"
Much like canon Harry, Kim has completely forgotten the most basic terms and concepts. However, he doesn't actually start asking about them until they've been on the case for a few days. Enough time for Kim to come to trust Harry, and for Harry to get a good enough read on Kim's expressions to recognize the beginnings of frustrated confusion. But after that, every little "What's money?" question is fair game.
Kim is absolutely a chain smoker, but he doesn't have much of a taste for over indulging on drugs and alcohol. Occasionally? For sure. But he gets his vices elsewhere, mostly chasing an adrenaline high instead. More stunts, more pissing people off, more flirting with strangers, and unfortunately more suicide threats/jokes. Half Light is strong with this one.
Kim didn't wake up on his hostel room floor, naked, surrounded by bottles, and with no memeory. He woke fully dressed in last night's clothes, propped against the side of the tub (from scrubbing the words off his arms), soaking wet from head to toe, and with a broken leg. AND no memories. We're trading alcohol induced blackout for good old fashioned head trauma, and an extra punch in the gut when they find the wrecked Kineema. He staggered back to the hostel after crashing and passed the hell out. This is also an explanation for why Kim gets to walk around as the player character. Harry restrains from his usual jogging everywhere in consideration of Kim's injury, so the limping guy gets to take the lead.
Circling back a little, flirting may be the wrong word for what he does. Because Kim is extremely blunt. No subtlety, no underground here, he's forgotten what that is. Point blank offer to a man's face to suck each other off out back. He absolutely had a round or two with the smoker after Harry went to bed. Almost hooked one of the Hardy boys, if the others weren't around the jeer. He's dtf, but absolutely not putting up with and bullshit or beating around the bush.
And now Harry. Oh, Harry. I am not as kind as others, and I say that he does not get to be the Put Together one even in this universe. If my swap Kim is a Kim who's lost control, and by extension a lot of his repression, my swap Harry is Harry who's somehow "in control" of himself and has his repression is turned all the way to max. The Expression is always present. It looks a bit better on his face than in canon, simply by way of taking the occasional shower, but not by much. It's frozen into his face, and no electrochemistry check is gonna fix that.
I'm sorry Harry, you don't get to be in recovery. This Harry describes himself as a functioning addict. On the job? Not a drop of alcohol passes his lips, no drug besides the rare magnesium when he's had to deal with too much of Kim's shit and morale is low. But after work? The second they're off the clock, Harry is hunched over at the bar. He's an emotional drunk, though maybe not as violently erratic as in canon. He lets out all the steam that had been building during the day, whether it be enraged ranting or sobbing his eyes out. Because of this, Garte still inevitably hates his guts.
He has a mix high encyclopedia and full Art Cop, always sidetracking to ramble useless trivia about architecture or the history of a company logo.
Harry still absolutely thinks Kim is the coolest guy ever, and continues his pattern of deifying people (I'm kinda in love with the cracked halo imagery that @concord-and-cliches used in their AU art). The first few days Harry is just in subdued awe of how cool and mysterious this guy is, shifting to a more affectionate flavor when he learns of the amnesia and gets a feel of just how much of A Mess this guy is. But damn if he doesn't think Kim's cool
For a long while, with the cryptid talk and paranatural nonsense, Kim just thinks Harry is mocking him. But standing in the church, surrounded by dance music and looking at the shattered stained glass, Kim has to admit that he believes in... something. Something immaterial, something bigger, and for the first and only time he hears the city whisper in his ear. Not full talking, like it does for Harry, and he doesn't pass out. But the lightest whisper on the wind.
Before Harry knows about the amnesia, he obviously does not yet know Kim's name (and probably thinks Kim just doesn't want to tell him/is fucking with him because of the stations' pissing contest). So he comes up with something new to call him, ala Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. Kim does not say out loud, but he kinda likes it. Even after they find out his name, the fake one gets thrown around as a nickname in times of levity.
Okay I think I actually ran my brain dry. I'm sure I'll have more ideas, but right now my brain is tapped. Please god, someone talk to me about this shit.
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Mission Failed: Successfully
Prologue || Aimed to Kill - Ep 1 Re-write
Pairings: (eventually)Marc Spector x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Steven Grant x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Khonshu x Filo!reader
Word count: 4.2k+ words ik im shocked too😨
Summary: Moon Knight Episode One, In the Alps, but with Ynaguinid's Python, You.
Warnings: grammar, lots of swearing, violence, blood mentioned many times, lots of swearing, no use of y/n, lengthy fic, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MOON KNIGHT EP 1 and NOT BETA READ (if i missed any, kindly tell me in the comments ^-^)
Gif not mine!!
PISTE GIATAY YAWA-
You cursed under your breath as your air got knocked out of your lungs, groaning from the transferred impact of your kalasag to your arm as you had used it to guard yours and Marc's body, as you two jumped from the window of the second floor which housed the scarab.
"You okay?" Your question is muffled by your makeshift mask using your blue scarf, as you look down at the man you just held on to like there was no tomorrow as you two had thrown yourselves off the building. "Do you have it?"
You would've expected Marc to nod, ask you the question too and separate himself from you then run to escape.
Instead, he looked at you with a confused stare and answered with a reluctant, "I-I am alright.. I'm sorry, do I have what? Where am- Where are we??"
Why is he speaking in a British accent? Did he hit his head?- oh gods did you let his head get hit on the ground?!?
"I-I'm sorry but- who-who are.. you?"
"Who am- Marc..what?"
Your brows furrow deeper as your eyes search his face for any signs that he was tricking you- but found none. The sharp, hard glare you were accustomed to is replaced by soft and dazed ones, an expression you wouldn't have expected to see on Marc's face and damn did it suit him- NOT THE TIME.
His brows scrunches in the middle of his forehead as you mentioned his name, looking lost and stares at you in bewilderment.
"My name's Steven..Steven Grant, actually- why-" He looks down at you two's position-
You two have yet to stand and remove yourselves from each other after huddling close to make sure you both would be protected by the shield, you noticed this and immediately let your iron grip on his jacket go. He also seemed to just notice that his arms are around your waist, upon seeing this he was quick to mutter apologies with wide embarrassed eyes and pulled his limbs to his chest, sitting up before quickly holding your arm to help you up.
"I'm really, really sorry-" Marc? mumbles more apologies, "I'm a little lost, I was just in my flat awhile ago and I-I don't know what is happening-"
You let your shield disappear as you pull yourself up with his help, who's currently a babbling mess, apparently doesn't know you and now speaks british.
Hopefully Khonshu will not kill you for accidentally giving his avatar amnesia.
He seemed impressed by the use of magic, before he can ask about it though you firmly hold his his wrist to get his attention, stopping him from questioning everything around you, which he should have an idea about because one, he's leading this mission in the first place, and two you have been working for months now!
You opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, what's going on, but the yells from the window that you had just leaped off cut you off.
You both look up just in time to see a man ready to rain fire at your position. Reacting fast you summon your kalasag once more and pull Marc back to you. The man yelps at the force and panics at the sound of guns firing.
Okay- Something's not right. What is happening?!
'Wala natay panahon ana lang!! Piste- Dagan na!!' 'We don't have time for that dear!! Fucking- Run, now!!' You hear Ynaguinid yell angrily in your head and you could only nod in reply as you sprint away from the house with Marc in tow.
"Y'know- using your throwing moons now would be good for both of us!!-" You commented as you grip Marc's arm and run down the hills while making sure no bullets will hit any of you.
"I'm pretty sure I cannot throw moons!!!" Oh this motherfucker-
"Just- oh fuck-" You mumble more curses as you slide down the small slope, giving you a bigger shield and a small time to buy-
"Why are they firing at u-"
You stop his question with tuts and a hand in front of his face, "OKAY okay- We'll talk later, alright?! I'll answer everything, Steven, but we won't be able to do that if we're dead now, would we? Meet me at the village! And keep that scarab safe!" You yell in the midst of the gunfire, working on a compromise since it seems that Steven is not going to fight back anytime soon. He looked like he wanted to say something but the bullets once again refrains him from saying something.
"GO!" You ordered the man before running back up, summoning your kampilan and slamming the front of your rectangular shield to the goon nearest you, pushing that man down off his balance, giving you time to hide yourself from the other goon's firing. You advanced to the firing goon and smacked his gun off his hand with your shield and plunged your sword into his stomach.
"What about you?!"
Ay pagka-gago- 'oh this stupid-' Although you're touched by his concern, the scarab is what's important at this moment. That was what you came for in the first place. The scarab. Your life be damned as long as this stupid person who's had that trinket won't unleash a genocidal asshole.
"I can handle myself Marc!" You mindlessly replied as you hid behind your kalasag, the man you knocked down earlier had stood back up and is now firing at you. You glance back at Marc- Steven- WHOEVER THE FUCK HE THINK HE IS- who's still hiding behind the slope and gave him your most burning raged glare. He seemed to finally understand that you need no help and can handle yourself before running down to the village, he kept looking back at you as he did but eventually ran straight ahead.
You hear more incoming- and the asshole who's firing at your reload, which you didn't waste time to use the opportunity to get back at him with a heavy kick to the chest and slash his throat- you whine to yourself as you watched three, maybe more, people approach you with loaded guns. Your adrenaline is spiking to its highest at the sight of them surrounding you, just like back in the Philippines huh, you thought to yourself knowing Ynaguinid could hear you, as you grip your sword tightly.
'Just like back in the Philippines, my child..' The deity repeats, you humorlessly chuckle and twirl the blood stained sword.
"Let's fucking dance then."
~~
That man did not just kill that old woman.
Steven looks at the poor old lady who's lifeless body is being carried away from the plaza, saddened by her death. He gulps as his eyes catch on to the men that wore similar clothing to the people that were shooting at him and, you, the resolute person back at the hills who he just witnessed make weapons and shields appear out of thin air.
He still hasn't found you, which made him worry a bit. Though you looked like you can handle yourself, he still cannot stop from being concerned for your well-being. You just saved him, you held on to him, surely he meant something to you and you to him yet, he doesn't know you. He's never seen you in his entire life yet you spoke to him like you two had been seeing for months, and you called him Marc-
His thoughts halts when all of the people crowding the place suddenly kneels, startled he looks around and follows, "Oh bollocks.." perhaps a little too late-
"You."
He looks up at the man in maroon, looking around him to see if he was actually talking to him.
"Who-who, me?"
"Mercenary."
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Panting heavily, you ran and made a sharp turn to an alley to your left, bumping the wall and used it to push yourself and gain more momentum, just in time before Harrow's goon could corner you.
Your scarf concealing your identity had been pulled down from your face to make it much easier to breathe. Discarding any regards to your enemy recognizing you if ever they come across you on a normal day because fuck that! You need to breathe!
You just hope Ma-Steven is okay and the scarab is safe. Rounding left, you see a man block your path at the end of the small alley, your groan internally in annoyance and search for any exits, you didn't slow down though, you ran faster instead and since you found no exit other than sliding under the goon's legs, you opted for that and successfully bypassed his stupid blockage. Sometimes being short has its perks.
Scrambling back up to your feet, you continue to run at the street, trying to find Steven Grant in this village and avoiding bumping into as many people as you could.
"Here, little warrior." Khonshu's deep voice echoes in your ears, you nearly lose your balance as you skid to a stop to turn where you heard the god's voice. Turning right and running down the road, finally seeing the avatar. You thanked the Egyptian deity.
Steven -or Marc- was scrambling away from the village people, who are no doubt Harrow's followers. Your arrival did not go unnoticed by the man with a power-laced cane, seeing your bloodied clothes one wouldn't doubt to assume you and the man trying to escape are working together.
And also because of the fact that there are also people running behind you shouting to stop you.
Your running did not stop. Your lack of oxygen is now making your lungs burn and making it difficult to breathe, but you have to keep running. This time, you do not care who you are going to run over as you catch up to Steven, seeing as he had gotten into a fucking cupcake van. Hey, it's better than nothing!
Grunting, you push a man out of the way to reach the door handle of the back of the van but someone got a hold of your jacket and pulled you away.
"Puta!-" You yelp in annoyance as your body gets yanked back, stumbling back and away from the van at the force.
The moment you slipped on your feet, the people started to crowd you and hold you down, you struggled against their hold and got a glimpse of the leaving pink vehicle before a lady flung herself on top of you, blocking your line of vision and knocking the wind off of you. You feel yourself paling at the thought of getting left behind.
Is Marc and Khonshu really going to abandon you here in the alps? Leaving you helpless against Harrow's force and getting locked up while he runs scott free?
'Kabalo kang dili jud ko na itugot na mahitabo na, 'nak!!' 'You know that I wouldn't allow that to happen, child!!'
Just as long as they have the scarab, that is okay with you, you convince yourself as Ynaguinid screams reassurance in your head.
But, even then, that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight against these sons of bitches-
A pained whine emits from your throat as you thrash to free just one hand as they begin to trample over you like how quarterbacks would, crushing you with their weights against the brick road and disabling you from breathing properly, your vision doubling from the lack of air.
'Barog, akong sundalo! Ipakita sa ilaha ang kusog sa usa ka sundaw ug ang kakuyaw sa lason sa bitin!!' 'Stand, my warrior! Show them the strength of a warrior and how lethal a snake's poison is!!' You hear Ynaguinid's stern command amidst the ruckus, her tone laced with worry.
A surge of power then washes over you, a scream tears from your throat as you feel Ynaguinid channel all of her abilities through your flesh. You feel the weight above lessen as the people scramble away from you as well as the feeling of being engulfed by familiar fabrics. Wailing surrounds you, you glance to Harrow's followers. They were scratching their bodies as if they were bitten by ants as your body had released a toxin, courtesy by your deity no doubt. Your throat squeezes as you regain your breathing as well as your ability to move your limbs and with all your might, you knock the remaining people on top of you off.
You gasp and gulp back air to your system as you stumble up to your feet, your kampilan appearing on your hand, ready to strike whoever is going to attack you. But seeing none, you push your wobbly legs and run towards where you had seen the van drive off to, ignoring the ringing in your ears as well as the muffled screaming behind you.
If it wasn't for Ynaguinid's steadfast determination flowing through your veins, you would have passed out. You thanked your deity in your head, panting through your mouth as your body craves more air while running, again.
You see a glimpse of the cupcake van just up ahead, looking like it was slowing down. You exert more force on your legs, more force than you had exerted before to reach the vehicle.
As the vehicle is in arms reach, you didnt hesitate to jump and throw yourself in, breaking the door and startling the driver as you land harshly on the steel floor of the van.
"GO! NOW!" Ordered the god of the moon, you assume it was his avatar he was ordering but you couldn't care less about that. Your utmost priority at the moment was to breathe and not die in exhaustion in the back of the van.
You swallow, needing to lubricate your dry throat and roll to your front, your vision blurred which made you confused, gods are you seriously going to pass out right now?!
But then you feel something wet trail down your cheek, you touch it and see clear water on your fingertips. You were crying. Part of you know the reason but the other is denying that.
"You alright there?" You heard Steven ask from the driver seat, the ringing a while ago has subsided allowing you to hear him clearly and the song from the radio.
Wake me up! Before you go-go!
"I'm fine-" Your reply came out weak, and hoarse. You slam your fist on the metal floor as your thoughts wander to the fact that he left without you.
"Are y-" "Did you plan on leaving me to die, back there Marc?- or Steven?! Gods I-" Your lips tremble, after weeks of working with this asshole and the pigeon, all of those nights just fade to nothing when it comes to mission priorities?!?
"No-no!! I would never leave you!! It's just that-"
Guns once again stops his sentence.
"Oh bugger-"
"Piste yawa giatay bulshet PISTE!!" You yell your heart out in anger and frustration as you punch the boxes of cupcakes, not caring of the icing staining your costume.
~~
Steven grips the steering wheel, he hadn't meant to leave you behind! He actually waited a bit even as the villagers started to climb on the van. He had looked at the mirror to see you being piled up with people trying to restrain you. And he saw it. Like a hint of green smoke emitting from the human pile, before the people scrambled to get away from you. He saw you fling the remaining men who's still yet to get off you. He saw you being clothed with some sort of magic and your eyes glowing an angry green under the shadow that formed on your face.
He thought he had gone mad. That all of this was just some mad dream he is going to wake up from. But the people, the pain, felt all too real, yet what is happening feels all too possible!! This has to be a dream!
The moment he saw you throw those people off was when he started to drive, swerving the van left to right to get the attackers off the van, apologizing to every single one of them as he did. He doesn't mean harm but he has to protect himself, and the scarab, apparently!
"Don't you dare leave them behind!!!" Screamed the voice in his head,
"I won't!! I won't!!" He had thought that voice could've been his conscience or something.
He tunes himself back to present, maneuvering in the highway as cars follow and trail after you and him with guns trained. He doesn't even have his licence with him! And yet here he is driving full speed with a person on the carriage of the cupcake van!!!
"This has to be a dream!" He repeated out loud as he made a turn, "We're going to be killed!"
"We're not going to be killed!!" He sees you stand up with a little bit of swaying from the rear view mirror, the icings on your costume along with the blood on your hands and glowing eyes made it look like you were some godly cupcake murderer.
"Just keep on driving, and try not to kill us both while you're at it. I'll handle them!" He sees you pick up the sword you had dropped and braced yourself in a stance as you face the oncoming cars.
He only nods frantically with a gulp. Okay- as long as he won't crash this van, you two are going to be-
Bang!
A car had hit the side of the van, he looked to his right with a scream, the men had their guns aimed at him. He ducks as much as he could to avoid being shot while still making sure he can see the road.
He hears commotion behind him and glances back, a man just got stabbed by your sword and kicked in the chest by you, letting the corpse roll on the highway and get crushed by the cars tailing them.
He grimaced at the image- all of this is stressing him out- he just wants to go back to his flat, safe and sound. Away from death-
He feels himself roll his eyes back-
~~
You whipped your head to the sound of gunshots from the front- Steven!-
You grip the gun you stole from the asshole number something, wobbling from the swerving of the van as you quickly made your way to the front not caring to crush the boxes under your feet and pushed yourself between the seats, aiming at the multiple assholes by the driver seat and pulling the trigger. Hitting mostly their arms but one bullet was able to hit the driver's head-
"Thanks-" The familiar american accent and timbre mumbles from your driver and snatches your gun, and continues to shoot the other goons on the other side who had caught up on you two.
Not missing the change of demeanour, you hit his bicep after he shot his shots.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HA-"
"NOT RIGHT NOW OKAY-"
The van swerved again to a sharp turn, throwing you to the front seat, hitting your side in the process and putting you in an awkward position that is DEFINITELY far from sitting.
"Fuckin- awhile ago you just started screaming your head off like a headless chicken-"
"Not right now," he growls your name in warning but you continue-
"- not knowing how to- atay yawa-" You grunt as you push yourself up and sit properly on the seat- "how to fucking summon your throwing moons, speaking like some kind of posh asshole saying your name is Steven fucking Grant-"
"Kung mo-sulti gali na siya ug 'not right now' balik, tuk-on jud ko ni siya ba!" 'If he says 'not right now' again, I am going to strangle him!' Says Ynaguinid somewhere behind the carriage but you ignore her-
"I said NOT RIGHT NOW!!"
"RAGHHH TUK-A RA GUD NING GIATAYA NI!!" 'CHOKE THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW!!'
"-and now you're shooting like you know what is actually happening!!!"
You hear him shoot more goons behind you and groan, you glance at him ready to flip him off but his eyes rolling to the back of his head makes you soften your gaze just a bit in worry as you look back and forth between him and the road.
"Ste- Marc- Ay ambot oy!- Are you-" 'Oh I don't know!-' You reached out but his yelp made you retract, as if the gun he's holding burnt his hand and hastily dropped it.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING!!"
You look at him confusedly and look back to the road as you heard something-
"Truck-" You grab and shake his forearm and pointed at the truck about to collide to your van-
"What?!-"
"TRUCK TRUCK-"
You and the tanned fella on the driver seat shrieked your heads off as the van barely misses the oncoming truck AND the edge of the cliff.
Mamatay man kaha jud ko ani dire kay tungod aning boang! 'I think I'm gonna die here because of this fucker!' You cuss inwardly and vocally as you swore you felt your soul left your body-
Two cars are still on your tail even after the truck you just avoided flipped to its side.
MAMATAY JUD KO DIRE YAWA- 'I'M REALLY GOING TO DIE HERE SHIT-'
They sandwich your pink van and draw their guns, aimed to kill you both and you can hear Steven -you guessed by the accent- repeating frantic no's as he ducks out of the guns line of fire.
You took out your kalasag and shielded yourself and summoned your kris dagger on the other and leaned towards him -
"KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN OR I SWEAR TO THE GODS I AM NOT GOING TO REGRET ACCIDENTALLY KILLING YOU!" Was your only warning to the avatar before throwing your dagger to the driver on the other car by the driver seat.
You hit your target right on the eye just as your fucking partner took the gun he dropped awhile ago, leaned his hand on the side of your sheild and shot the passenger on the car driving by your side, blindly yet luckily hitting the guy.
His lack of attention to the wheel made the van skid, the force making you lose balance, once again, yelping as. you are tossed to the driver's side.
Although he was quick to turn the wheel back, you are now driving backwards.
You cuss more and more in fear, annoyance and fear- it's all just blending at the moment- but seeing the other car drive off the cliff, you cussed in victory.
"HAHAH! FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"
"I'M DRIVING BACKWARDS!!" The high pitched, british accent squealed beside you and that's when you knew Steven is back again- you may not understand what in the actual fuck is happening but the pattern is not hard to miss-
"Ah yes, welcome back, honey bunch sugar pop-"
The vehicle shakes as the car bumps the front of your van. Steven yelps, both at the shaking and the gun on his hand and-
"PISTE NA- GILABAY JUD NIYA ANG PUSIL?!?!"'OH FUCKING COME ON- DID HE REALLY JUST THREW THE GUN?!?!' Ynaguinid is back and is obviously pissed at the move- while you just stared at the front where the gun had been thrown to.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!!" Squealed the man on the driver seat.
The car hits the front of the van once more, swerving the vehicle back to where its front should be. You grip to the handle by the broken windshield as Steven turns the wheel several times to control the van. It halts to a stop just as the car that just bumped you overtakes and blocks the road. Its passengers unloading one by one-
You look back and forth to the oncoming enemies and the struggling Steven as he tries to start the van. You tightly gripped your shield with heavy breaths, summoning your kampilan with the other, ready to fight again but the rumbling from the cliff above you stopped your plan- Tree trunks hitting the person, you look up just in time before a trunk hits your van and scrambled onto his lap, engulfing his head with your arms as you use your kalasag to shield your bodies from the heavy cylindrical boulders rolling from the cliff above you.
You curse loudly and groan at the transferred impact from the trunks to the magical shield, swaying along the van as it gets hit.
Then silence.
Heavy panting are the only things heard in the van as the rumbling stopped.
You swallow and look down at the man below you, the sharp and harsh gaze you've grown accustomed to looks back at you, and dare you say in worry.
Your position and proximity is not in your mind as you two share the air you're breathing in as you calm down. Because if it was, you would've been a blushing mess on top of the man. Your flushed state could be of fatigue or by the situation but fuck that-
"You better give a damn good explanation, Spector, before I leave you choking on your own saliva."
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Hope you guys enjoyed the reader insert re-write!!👀 This is not a direct sequel to Chap 1 tho(now named 'the sun meets the moon').
Anyways, feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments bellow and hope you guys have a good day/night!!💞💞
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Let's go spring the trap, Shinigami. We were told to come alone, but he didn't count on you. Of course, until a murder happens you're practically useless so it's not like it matters either way.
Hey, if he kills me but I don't see it happen, do we still get to go into the Mystery Labyrinth and solve the mystery of my death? Retaliatory soul-reaping?
No promises. When a man's duty calls him to die, his time is... to... death beckons at his... *trips over the curve of the ramp and faceplants into hard steel*
We've been at war with Amaterasu since Chapter 0. Where have you been?
*crosses fingers* Dead in his penthouse. Dead in his penthouse. Come on, it'd be such a cool case, after all that time establishing that no one can get in!
I mean. I. Have. The umost respect for the sanctity of life.
Oh goddammit, why are you alive!? Piss in my cornflakes and call it rain, why doncha.
Ugh. Fine. We can do this your way. Come on, Yuma, let's get in the car with the mysterious masked grown-up who's invulnerable to consequences. Look, it's even the color of amber for that special poetic touch.
Sir, I am only...
...
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...a number of years old. Wow, you don't realize what amnesia takes away from you until you stop to think about mundane life tasks.
Yuma's stunned by this revelation but honestly, what would even be the point? If the highly recognizable Amaterasu CEO Makoto Kagutsuchi showed up to Amaterasu DMV, would you have the nerve to fail him on the driver's test?
If they're going to pass him no matter how he performs then it'd be a pointless formality to even bother going through the motions. Things work differently when you're the king.
The closer we get to it, the more this place gives me a Shinra vibe.
You can only get in or out of the compound with a biometric scan. That feels like it's going to be important. We need to keep that in mind.
Also, I'm surprised Makoto takes his mask off for something. So it does come off at times. I was beginning to think it was glued to his face.
Massive Shinra vibe. But at least they aren't draining the life essence of the planet to power the city.
...or, shit, maybe they are. We don't know where the Forever Rain fueling the hydro-electric generators came from. I shouldn't make assumptions.
At the very least, we can be confident that they will not try to make one of our friends fuck a tiger. 80% confident. 70% at the least. I... don't actually know how homunculi are made....
...Yakou should prepare himself to have a bad night. Not because of that. Well, not only because of that. But also because I'm going to try and sneak away so I can rub my ass on Yomi's desk. IT'S CALLED SPITE AND MAYBE YAKOU SHOULD TRY IT SOME TIME.
Man, Japanese evil corporate architecture is amazing. They have trees growing in their plaza. Look at all this. It's a mini-mall's worth of space dedicated to their lobby alone.
I've worked for evil megacorporations for my entire career. I was at a big-name finance institution when the economy collapsed. All we got was a small entrance area containing one lobby desk and a security guard who doesn't give a shit, and sometimes a cafeteria we can slip away to for breakfast.
I would kill to have been able to work in an environment like this. Before I worked from home, anyway. Now, if you try to make me go back to an office building, I might stab you.
That's the smell of capitalism, my man. The product of a thousand underpaid and underappreciated workers who come in the night to erase the traces of humanity left behind and sustain the illusion of an unblemished mechanism.
I'd meet them sometimes when I was pulling late hours to eliminate backlogs of work that my colleagues' lack of motivation and commitment to the organization would eventually produce. Before I got fired for not working hard enough.
Wait, would that even--
Oh, who am I kidding. This is a company town. Of course child labor is normalized.
Makoto keeps hammering this point, and he's right. This is the single most important piece of any disguise. It's Trespassing 101: If you carry yourself with confidence and act like you belong, most people won't question it.
They only become suspicious if you look out-of-place. That usually means acting like you're doing something you aren't supposed to. Though, regrettably, it can also mean "visibly being a member of a marginalized demographic", even if you in fact do belong here.
Gonna go out on a limb here and say this is probably not the Restricted Area that Kurumi was talking about earlier. Seems unlikely.
Man, the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Waiting for the shoe to drop. Just. Waiting.
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Rereading through your Wanted AU makes me just want to wrap up Emmet in a soft blanket, give him like 10 shiny joltiks, and get this boy the therapy he (rightfully) deserves.
Just…Ingo finally being home is not going to fix the plethora of anguish this poor man has gone through. Boy went through hell with his bro's disappearance. Media bombardment, spiteful conspiracies, keeping up the subway on his own on top of taking care of nearly two full teams of pokemon by himself. And that's just what was happening on the outside! (Don't get me started on the mental aspect 'cause I could write a thing or two let me tell ya. I won't because this ask is long enough as it is and I don't want to butt-in a bunch of angst headcannons for an AU that's not rightfully mine.)
And even when he's finally home, Ingo has changed. He's not the same twin anymore. He's grown in ways Emmet hasn't and in some ways Emmet was kinda left behind(unintentionally but still) or just left to stay the same while getting frayed at all ends. Which is going to add just another layer of mental torment.
Ingo thought it was a curse when he forgotten everything about his home and his family and friends and left to struggle for memories, but Emmet kinda hates him for that comment because forgetting would have been a blessing for him. (He'll never say that out loud because he knows what Ingo went through was just as bad but my dude deserves to lash out in this AU once!)
Just…may I punch Arceus for this man? I'm gonna punch Arceus for this man for letting Volo play god and just letting it play out before sending a child to fix what it should have in the first place.
You! You get it! I love all of this! 💖🌈✨
Oh I promise you this boy has had some thearapy before, Elesa would have dragged him to his first appointment if he hadn’t gone willingly. That said, he’s now got connections to get himself and the others all the therapy they are going to need after all this mess.
So I will say, after all the miscommunication and trouble Ingo’s amnesia has caused thoughout this story and also what he later sees Ingo struggle with, Emmet would fully agree that it is a curse. And as painful as those three years are for him, he’d never want to forget his brother or his pokemon. I see Emmet as someone who likes order and to loose oneself in that way is very chaotic.
Also! While I totally understand the anger and the urge to blame Arceus, I’m pretty neutral on them. I’m also of the opinion that humanity/pokemon kind Does Not want Arceus stepping in themself. They are too powerful for dealing with something so arguably small in the grand scheme of things without royally fucking something up. Them handling it themselves would be like using a sledge hammer to chisel the finer details of an ice sculpture.
The reason I believe this is due to the number of lesser gods that Arceus created so to create the world and it’s inhabitants for them. They themselves can directly make powerful beings like Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina, or the three lake spirits. But a Bidoof?? No way.
This is why they chose humans to handle a matter that takes place on a human scale. They trust the power of the bonds between humans and their Pokémon to be what saves the day. And also humans learn better by watching another human befriend a Pokémon, as opposed to some great giant godly Pokémon telling the people of Hisui to go make friends with that aggressive Shinx.
In my fic Arceus is the one to send Ingo back to Hisui, as evident by his xtransceiver becoming his arc-transceiver. Arceus didn’t want to be the one to do it, but Dialga is the one that was frenzied in my fic so they have to be the one to do it.
You know that scene at the very start of the game when you see Arceus all golden and shining? That was the true face of god. Something no living being should ever look at if they wanna keep their memories. At least Ingo still remembers his name.
So basically, the god of the Pokémon world is a GOD, and you never want their direct attention. That’s why they give Ingo and Akari tools like they’re devices to help guide them instead of ever speaking to them directly. Gotta keep the divine exposure to an absolute minimum.
(This is generally how I always write gods. They are all just too big to fit in the doll house themselves, so they gotta send in Paladin Barbie to achieve their divine quest for them)
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Part 2
Jason could've ran someone over with how he drove to the Manor. Dick messaged Jason, rather incoherent as Dick seemed to be having trouble involving Damian. Whatever happened must be serious if even Dick is having some issues. Jason opened the doors and a few steps in was soon down on the floor.
"Jason! Richard, Jason is here! Yay!"
...what the fuck..?
"Damian..?"
Damian Wayne, the most annoying stubborn kid ever, was now on top of Jason beaming with excitement. "What... what is going on with you?"
"Dames you gotta get off of him"
Damian bounced right off and smiled "Okie-dokie!" "Dick what the hell is this?!" "It's Damian" "Well yeah no shit, but I mean did he get amnesia or something? He would never do this" Jason looked at Damian, it just struck at how he looked. Damian had yellow colored eyes and a few yellow streaks of hair in the front? "What's up with you?" "Hm? Whatcha mean?" "Dick, explain"
Dick sighed "Magic, split into four parts"
"Four?"
"Yeah. Yellow can you go get the others?" Yellow saluted with a wide grin "Yes sir! I'll be back!"
Jason got up and kept staring where Yellow went upstairs "Oh my god you think you've seen everything" "Just wait until you see the others"
A few moments, Yellow leaped down the stairs skipping past five steps and landing with his arms out. Two other parts of Damian followed, one with blue eyes and blue streaks of hair. Then red eyes and red streaks of hair. "We got Yellow here, he's full of energy. There's Blue who's timid. Red who's all sorts of angry" Blue hid behind Yellow and Red crossed his arms "Tt. Great, you got dead Hood here in this too? Just what everyone needs in life" Jason narrowed his eyes and Dick had to put his hand on Jason's shoulder "Red, that's not how we talk to people"
With a huff, Red looked away with a pout "Yeah yeah. Whatever"
"You said four parts? Where's the other?" Yellow raised his hand "Green is next to you silly!" "Wh- Holy shit!" Jason jumped back, the one called Green was definitely right next to him hanging out in the shadows. "Yeah... Green is... not very talkative" "What's his deal exactly?" "He follows orders" "Oh... I see. Well what did you call me for?" "They're rowdy when together, so I asked you to help us deal with this until we find out a way to bring him back" "Babysitting different versions of Damian, how interesting" "Hah, yep"
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Jason had spoke with Bruce on the situation before going to find Dick, passing by the living room to see Dami- Blue sitting by the fireplace alone. "Hey there" Blue flinched though he tried to not show it "Jason... hello" "What are you doing here by yourself?" "Red tried to fight me, Pennyworth said I can stay here" Blue shifted slightly away from Jason "Can I sit with you?" "Um... yeah sure" Jason watched the fire as he sat by Blue. This part of Damian... what exactly is he? He's docile, seems more afraid? As if everything is going to attack him.
"Can you... tell me about the others?"
"What do you wanna know?" "Just things you know if you'd like to share" "Well Yellow is basically a child, he's happy and always bouncing around to do something. Red is always looking for a fight whether with words or actions. Green is just quiet"
"And you?"
"I don't know, I'm just a confusing part I suppose"
"...it's okay to be scared"
Blue stared at the flames, eyes becoming wet. "Is it?"
"Yeah. I've been scared before. I know how it feels to be scared and feel like you can't do anything at times. Just hoping that something will save you or imagining a million possibilities in which this would have never happened"
"She had me killed... I'm afraid of going back there. It was scary, but I'm also afraid of myself. Am I... good enough for any of you? Or will I be replaced?"
"No, we wouldn't let that happen. You need to remember that you're a part of this family"
"...you are too"
Jason looked at Blue "Guess I can't really give advice if I'm not gonna do it myself when it applies" Blue looked right back at Jason "If I'm ever tossed aside... could I count on you as well?" "Anytime"
#damian wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#mentioned alfred pennyworth#mentioned bruce wayne#i've always wanted to play around with the concept of damian's emotions being separated and delved into by the family
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