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lalaangeldust · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

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goji-pilled · 3 years

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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka.

(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)

(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)

Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.

On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.

Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)

In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj

(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)

Okay okay I'll get back to it!

So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).

Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.

Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK

While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!

Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.

Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)

Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out.

As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):

"Unit! Are you back in the game?"

"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"

"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"

"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"

"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"

There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I do feel better."

That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)

To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.

After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:

Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!!

Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.

Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain?

And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.

In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."

But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.

It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.

And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them so much man.

#the felix talk #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #HDMSGDMDGSJSGEH #3.0+1.0 spoilers

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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Self insert oc: Alexander Vodka

AKA: Eis Cay'zar

Author of fate

A writer from Schneznaya who was driven from his home for his anti-Tsaritsa paper.

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Physical description:

A chubby fellow in a 1950's style noir trenchcoat and hat, some would even say he looks like he jumped right out of a noir comic book and into reality. He has brown hair and green eyes, a cowboy mustache, and a pointed beard like some kind of comic book supervillain genius.

He often acts confidently and even a bit egotistical when in places he's recognized and famous in, however in newer places he often seems distant and shys away from almost all contact.

Noone knows where his vision is, but they know he has one because of the cold aura that surrounds him.

At night he'll often trade his outfit for one more reminiscent of demons or vampires.

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Abilities:

Weapon type: Catalyst

Basic attack-truth: uses his catalyst to shoot a short burst of up to 3 ice shards, can attack in fast succession.

"Truth hurts, especially in bursts"

Charged attack-Bifrost: Alexander quickly makes an ice clone behind the enemy and fires 6 shots, this can increase to 3 clones if charged enough(times: 1 for 1 second, 2 for 2 seconds, and 3 for 2.5 seconds)

"I hate crowds, best company has always been myself"

Elemental ability-ice wall: creates an aura of sheer cold around himself that will damage enemies the more they stay in it, and apply the normal sheer cold to them. Does not affect party.

"My therapist said I put up walls because of trauma, but I couldn't hear them through the wall I had just built"

Elemental burst-a story to be told: Alexander takes out his book and opens to a random page, then randomly summons ice sculptures of one of 8 beings:

"Aster": this summon looks like the flatwoods monster, it surrounds the party in a swirl of ice blades that deal 2X damage as the character for 10 seconds.

"Who needs brawn, when you got brain"

"Ultimate foe": a demonic, pointy being of shadow. Will independently deal 25000 damage to three random foes.

"Meet my penultimate friend"

"Beethoven": a sculpture reminiscent of a ww1 zombie general, calls down a barrage of ice bombs that deal 5000 damage to enemies hit for 7 seconds.

"Good scifi doesn't predict, it prevents"

"Sorrows Joy": an angelic, faceless, robot like humanoid that spawns 25 angel shaped traps that freeze enemies around the character.

"With any luck, you're the only real one I've made"

"Death rider and the magic prince": two statues, one of a mummy like Schneznayan mystic of ancient barbarian times and the other an elven cavalry knight from the myths of mondstadt. The knight gives the party a 45% boost to speed and attack while moving, and the Schneznayan gives +10% damage bonus to elemental skills and +55% damage bonus to Catalyst.

"Feel the wrath of honor long passed"

"Zero point and Lion queen": a knightly man of spiked armor and a golden ottoman warrior woman whose golden chain completely obscures her head. Your enemies become inflicted with pyro and you are surrounded by thorn bushes that deal continuous damage of 1000 for 10 seconds.

"Walk down the way on a moonlit day"

The traveler: a child in a red straight jacket, his binds become undone after 4 seconds at which point all enemies take 10,000 X Alexander's level of damage.

"I uh,wont have to pay any copyrights will I?"

"Giota": a child in pyjamas who looks ready to sleep, this summon is very rare. It fully restores all party members and gives a 200% boost to both defense and damage of your characters.

"This fella's been with me since I was a kid"

"If it is a soldier's duty to escape the confines of a prison, is it not every person's duty to escape reality if even for a moment? A wise man said that, pray that I may one day be like him."

Passive-part the wasteland: Alexander is immune to sheer elements, and Grant's 50% resistance when in the party to all members.

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Story

Abandoning a dream

As a kid, Alexander was always put down when he said he wanted to write fiction, "there's no money in it" they all said.

He couldn't get into any art schools without support so he focused his mind elsewhere, a place he could hopefully use his writing to do just as much good: the first newspaper in Schneznaya.

Horrible truth

He didn't start as a trouble maker, but the more he sought out the truth the more he couldn't stand back and watch. He published numerous papers about the Tsarista's wrongdoings and the crimes of the fatui, how they would harass merchants in other nations, the unfair taxes many shipping businesses had to keep quiet about, all the way up to the war crimes the Tsarista had done in direct contradiction to her own laws.

Sadly, not many believed him even with evidence, but some got his message.

Those who fight

One day Alexander was approached by a man who claimed to have formed a resistance against the fatui. Alexander had inspired many people to disrupt the organization, and have even begun working with those outside Schneznaya.

With their help he didn't just publish some crimes, he published them all, he even got information that turned the general public against the fatui even if just a little.

In a way h had achieved his dream of helping others with his writing, even if it wasn't how he wanted.

Stop the presses

When the Tsarista started her big move of taking gnosis, she brought the hammer down on dissent like a boulder on a ten year old's wrist. One day a squad of thirty fatui stormed Alexander's home and business to silence him, and while they shut down his business they couldn't catch him.

Alexander fled into the wastelands of ice and snow and wasn't seen for several weeks.

Deus ex Vodka

One day Alexander showed up in Inazuma, a nation that had been oppressed for some time now and had recently reached it's height, yet no resistance had formed.

That was until Alexander came along.

Alexander published numerous books, spreading them throughout Inazuma. All of them spoke of freedom, of bravery, of rising up to achieve your ambitions.

And with those stories he inspired countless to take up arms, and in turn inspired countless to join the resistance.

And with mere fiction he had brought about hope,

And with mere fiction he shall do it again, in every form, and in every nation.

Vision: cold hearted

While wondering the waste Alexander fell down and looked to the skies.

He did not ask celestia why, he did not grieve or blame that he did not do more, instead Alexander did something he hadn't done in a long time:

He imagined.

And after he imagined he took out his notebook and wrote. In the freezing cold for seventeen days he wrote stories of hope and freedom.

For seventeen days the cold did not so much as cause him to flinch as he wrote tales of bravery.

For seventeen days Alexander Vodka lived how he wanted to live.

And at the end, he lied down to die.

Then a light shown, and when he opened his eyes to look he saw that the storm parted around him, and in his hand was an ice blue gem.

But Alexander was too paranoid from years of abuse from his peers as a child to wear it loosely, and far to extra to just get a lock. So instead Alexander shouted to celestia "if I shall have this Vision for my art, then it shall not kill me no matter what I do!"

He then shoved the vision into his heart and fell down.

Before he could bleed out however, a woman appeared.

"Hey Tsari, how ya doin." Alexander said as blood poured out his mouth.

"You dramatic fool," the Tsarista sighed as she put a hand on his chest, "you have my element, do you know how bad it'll look for me if you die by shoving your vision into your heart?"

"Why do you care? We hate eachother, in case you forgot."

The archon sighed, "you're just rebelling against what you see as unjust, just as I am. To be honest I feel a sort of rivalry with you, so it'd be a shame if you just died. Also," she painfully shoved the vision all the way in, painfully, "if your going to die it better be because of me, got it?"

Then Alexander sat up, and the god was gone. Along with the hole in his chest.

"Rival of a god eh?" He sat up, putting his gat back on his head, "I like the sound of that."

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How is this an insert?

Well his story can't be the exact same as mine, so I took my life and goals and made predictions, then fictionalized those predictions and expanded.

His appearance is pretty close to how I'll likely look based on my current appearance, and his dramatic attitude is exactly how I wanna act.

Him being shy in new places with strangers is me exactly as I am now really, however I do believe I'd act confidently if I were famous so he does as well.

Him being Catalyst is because I'm not athletic at all, and I figured a dps Catalyst would be cool. His main ability and resistance/immunity to sheer cold is based on how I wrap up in warm blankets when it's cold, and his ultimate is made up of characters I've made.

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Tagging: @genshin-obsessed, @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled, and @love-psxlm

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oc

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nlsetsumuri · 4 years

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BNHA QUIRKS!!!

I'm organizing my notes for a character-insert story I'm writing and I felt like sharing them here!!! I think people would be interested in what I came up with.

FEEL FREE TO USE ANY OF THESE FOR YOUR OWN CHARACTERS!!

No credit needed. I made Flourish specifically with Shigaraki in mind because I know a lot of people would like to have a quirk complimentary to Decay so that Tomura can touch them safely.

and hey, self-shippers? I love you so much!! you're so awesome, pls send me some self-indulgent stuff sometime soon!!

also! Quirks that are present in my stories will be marked as IN-USE. this just means that what the quirk entails might change in the future.

FLOURISH - EMITTER (IN-USE)

touch-based quirk. complimentary to decay, rendering the user immune to decay. decay users are unaffected by flourish (cannot be healed). touching something with all five fingers heals/reverses any damage

i like the idea of decay and flourish canceling eachother out because they're complimentary quirks. shigaraki can touch you and??? you don't die?? and???? you touched shigaraki but he's not healing????? fun times

BOND - EMITTER(?) (IN-USE)

user has the ability to use a diminished version of someone's quirk if they share a strong bond with said person. Most commonly found in mutated individuals with animalistic features.

This isn't really a stand-alone quirk but more of an ability, but I still decided to include it because it has really specific requirements.

JACK OF ALL TRADES - EMITTER(?)

user can give themselves ANY quirk they desire (meaning that they can copy someone else's quirk, or create a new one entirely) this ability requires a lot of energy and while in-use, will tire the user out until the stop using the quirk or pass out. (think of it like charging your phone. eventually, the battery power will lower and you'll have to plug it in. Or you're one of those people who doesn't plug it in until it dies.) The more powerful the chosen quirk is, the longer the user will be out for. "OP" quirks like take more energy to replicate/use, and consequentially, will require a longer recovery period. Quirks like Overhaul or Decay will put the user into a comatose state. This quirk is literally just All For One Juniour Edition.

so basically like? all for one but fair. also the quirks aren't "saved" or anything, so if u want to use bakugou's explosion quirk, but ur already using tsuyu's froggy quirk to restrain something with your tongue, you'd have to stop using it and let go so you can use explosion instead.

NULLIFY - EMITTER

Touch-Based quirk. Touching someone with all five fingers will render them quirkless for 24 hours. Only works on one person at a time, and cannot be used on the same person twice in a row. Made with Shigaraki in mind.

i made this purely because i want to hold shigaraki's hand without turning into dust. also... imagine having to constantly remind yourself to keep ur pinky/middle finger off of whatever you touch. idk about you, but that's too much work for me. I'd rather just wear those gloves made for drawing tablets.

GRIM REAPER - EMITTER (IN-USE)

Touch-Based quirk. touching someone with all five fingers immediately kills them, allowing the user to harvest their soul (souls manifest as little cheeseball sized lights. they're all different colors, depending on who's soul it was.) souls can be eaten (they taste like gummi bears) whoever eats it has their body revitalized instantaneously, each and every individual cell replaced by a new and perfect copy. souls can only be captured in jars. they act like fireflies.

firefly rave... also this is literally decay but it only works on living things and also u get a snack. and a corpse. although idk i guess a corpse would count as a snack to someone. also if someone doesn't have a soul, they just die. lol

VAMPIRE - MUTANT TYPE

user is easily sunburnt, does not have a reflection, allergic to garlic (regardless of genetics) and cannot be killed unless the heart is damaged. User must drink a certain amount of blood regularly to avoid loss of inhibition (will attack nearest person to feed) and severe malnutrition, known as "bloodthirst."

honestly? this isn't really that beneficial... sunburns, no garlic bread, if you cant get enough blood you suffer and go apeshit... but I mean at least you've got circumstantial immortality.

HIGH ELF - MUTANT TYPE

user has pointed ears and is considerably taller than regular humans. naturally skilled archers, and have a strong connection to nature.

i couldn't help myself, i love DnD.

BETTA - MUTANT

fish subtype. user has fully-functional gills. The user's hair reflects the different kinds of tail types (plakat = short hair, crown tail = dreadlocs/separated strands, rose tail = long and flowy) and are naturally bright colors like red or blue. lethal close-combat skills and impressive speed. natural beauty is also a bonus

im surprised i'm not including this in my character insert story. it's my personal favorite so far. fishy!!!

WEREWOLF - TRANSFORMATION

exactly what it sounds like. full moons trigger the shift. user cannot control the shift. it's basically like periods except instead of bleeding out of your uterus, you turn into a wolf.

... yeah, i don't know what influenced this the most. the fact that i made vampires and felt obligated to also include werewolves, that i'm a furry, or that this gives me an excuse to push alpha beta omega dynamics onto bnha

GHOST RIDER - TRANSFORMATION

based on that one marvel comic series. when transformed, the user takes on the appearence of their skeletal structure engulfed in flames. the user is able to control flames and a vehicle/form of transport of their prefrence. when user establishes eye contact, the opponent will suffer the pain they have caused for others (if any.) cannot transform in direct sunlight.

i am incredibly ashamed to admit that it was only yesterday that i saw the 2007 ghost rider movie for the first time in my life. i fucking loved it. it was funny, freaky as hell, and so fucking awesome. i love ghost rider, i mean, cmon, like? that's literally what being a punk is about in a nutshell. skeletons. fire. leather jackets. metal spikes. chains. motorbikes. anti-heroes. also i really enjoyed the addition of genuine demon names. i got so excited when i recognized the name mephisopholes. the movie also gave me ACAB vibes so bonus points for that. and the little details like how johnny's fire turned blue whenever he focused on roxanne. god fuck it was a great movie i will be thinking about it for the next week or so. TL;DR THE 2007 GHOST RIDER MOVIE IS AWESOME I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER WATCHED IT. i always end up getting more attatched to the manga instead of the anime and this was no different.

P.S. lmk if you wanna know more about my character insert! i post a lot about him on my twitter account and i'm generally more active there anyways!!

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obeymeprompts · 4 years

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Hello! I was wondering how the boys would react on having MC falling asleep on their shoulder/lap all of a sudden? I need me some good fluff

t.Oh! I need some fluff myself too!

Lucifer

You fell asleep on the Avatar of Pride’s shoulder while helping him organize the Student Council yearly documents. You had been separating the papers in different piles since lunchtime and the room’s natural lighting was no longer enough, but neither of you two had decided to turn on the lights yet. The ambience in the common room of the House of Lamentation was perfectly comforting and dreamlike so you decided to pause the task just a bit to appreciate it.

...That was when you started napping with your head on Lucifer’s cloaked shoulder. Upon noticing that, he didn’t wake you up-- but didn’t cuddle to you either. Focused on whatever task he had at hand like always, Lucifer could only silently enjoy the moment while pretending he didn’t notice you sleep.

Bonus: you woke up to nearly all the work done, but Lucifer was no longer there. He didn’t need to tell you, but it felt like it was your responsability to sort out the last few papers for sleeping in such an inappropriate time!

Mammon

Know that one casino Mammon said humans shouldn’t be wandering around in? Well, when you became closer friends, he actually changed idea and brought you there as a lucky charm. Truth be told, Mammon is a good player and you had a fair share of fun and wins while sneaking out that day -- but you are still a human and while the Avatar of Greed’s thirst for money kept him up, your lids started to feel heavy from so much drinking and partying.

Last thing you remembered was “just closing your eyes a bit” from so much lights in the casino while he played another round of 21. Luckily enough, your sleeping body felt against Mammon’s and not backwards. At first, he tought of waking you up, but such an adorable vision could end up being a rare one so after finishing the round, he sloppily carried you to a couch somewhere else.

Bonus: you woke up to a mumbling, blushed Mammon saying something about “fragile humans”. Upon noticing you were no longer asleep, he quickly moved away from you and suggested going home, just because he is ‘bored already’.

Belphegor

You had something to talk over with the Avatar of Sloth, so you went up to his room and talked for what seemed like five minutes until it felt like his own room had an enveloping haze of sleepiness to itself.

“What is it, (M/C)? You’re feeling unwell?”, Belphegor was nice enough to ask before yawning. Oh, he yawned-- and that made you yawn too-- and caused a cycle of nonstopping more until you were sitting on his bed, then leaning into the mountain of impossibly fluffy pillows until the most delightful sloth took over every single muscle of yours.

“Beel should have told you not to come here around this time--”, he warned in a carefree tone while sprawling his body over the gigantic mattress. You had time and most of your tasks were done, so why not? Sometime in the night you ended up entangled in eachother -- a very messy yet comfortable cuddling that was only possible due to Belphegor’s huge amount of pillows.

Bonus: waking up to Belphegor’s sloth nap was haaaaard, like you hadn’t slept in ages! Maybe it was some aura enveloping the demon, but after leaving you felt completely restored.

Beelzebub

After what happened with Belphegor, you decided to find out what exactly Beel should have told you. The Avatar of Gluttony was having a specially large cup of custard in the common room when you found him.

“Yes. You shouldn’t visit Belphegor around 3PM or the 3AM, or you will---” -- and just then, he started yawning as well, just like Belphegor did yesterday. Sensing that same nonstop cycle of yawns would happen, you forced yourself to not give in as much as you could, at least for some time so you could get an answer from him!

“You-- You visited him. I’m getting sleepy from you--” was literally all Beel could say while intercalating his wide open mouth yawns with custard eating. Fearing he might end up choking while doing that, you only came closer to take the spoon from him and both of you felt asleep, dropping the custard cup all over the couch.

Leviathan

You were side by side, sitting in the Avatar of Envy’s couch and surrounded by enough snacks and drinks for a whole night, no lights on except for the TV. It was anime binge night for Leviathan and he invited you to join. The anime plot surrounded something about a young boy who was supposed to pilot a giant mech but got quarrels with his dad and while Levi reassured you it was one of the best anime in the century -- no, in ALL CENTURIES, you had a very hard day working with your tasks and the first episode was just so slow...

Next thing you knew, you woke up in Leviathan’s lap. The anime was paused in a giant robot’s face and Levi had joined you in your slumber, the TV controller still in hand. You tought he’d get angry if you ever napped during one of your binges, but it ends up Levi was also exhausted from the finals.

Bonus: next day, the Avatar of Envy would blush whenever around you and say it was nothing when asked about. Eventually, he would end up scolding you for napping in order to get away from more questions!

Satan

Once you and Satan became closer friends, he started allowing you into his room so you could read and browse books together. In one of these days, you found a very interesting book about human history from the demons point of view and decided to take a peek.

The Avatar of Wrath beckoned you to come closer so he could explain over the chapters instead of having you read it all. You spent some good time shoulder to shoulder, Satan’s whispering voice guiding you in an unique manner over all the eons that crossed both demon and human’s magical history before the relaxation took you over.

Satan didn’t mind it at all. He knew humans, specially modern ones, could handle reading much less than him and so he carefully poised you over his shoulder as he moved to another book of his own interest. Every now and then he would carefully stroke your hair as of he would do to one of a stray cat.

Bonus: “Ah! (M/C), are you feeling restored now? Should we continue from where we stopped?” -- was what he nonchalantly had to say when you woke up, blushed and warm.

Asmodeus

After having you put face cream on his already perfect skin, the Avatar of Lust decided to share some of it with you -- and of course, show your beautiful face some face massage it deserved! Treating you like a doll, he places your head over his thighs, untangles your hair, then proceeds to do the same thing you did to him.

He is specially skilled with his fingers and the cold cream soon makes your whole skin feel both supple and light. You can’t help but close your eyes in pleasure and Asmodeus smiles to himself, proud of his amazing job! However, he must have done a really good job because after some time, you’re no longer responding to his compliments. Noticing you’re asleep, Asmo does the only thing he could right now.

“How selfish of you, (M/C). Starting the beauty sleep without me.”--which is, of course, to set aside two sleeping masks for you two. It’s a day off and he doesn’t want to be bothered by witches, so after setting his phone to flight mode and properly prepping you both, he lays by your side and allows himself to also nap, hand in hand with you.

Bonus: Diavolo!

Diavolo had invited not only Lucifer, but you too for a tea! He wished to get to know the exchanged student better, but why today, when you were completely exhausted?

For as exciting as metting Lord Diavolo could be, you couldn’t stop thinking about your bed. It was already late and the prince had asked Barbatos for more tea and also kept inquiring you about your stay in the Devildom. Had you made any friends? How was the House of Lamentation?

Lucifer, sitting across from you two, couldn’t help but notice your somnolence. He politely suggested Diavolo to let you go home, but the lord replied with something along the lines of “are you jealous?” before laughing radiantly, unwavered. It was no surprise for him when you gave him for a minute, falling asleep on the future ruler of Devildom’s shoulder. Upon noticing this, Diavolo’s eyes widened with fascination as he gestured to you, showing Lucifer the fragile human in its slumber!

“I told you to let them go, it’s not like they don’t have R.A.D. to attend tomorrow”, was what Lucifer said, gladly rescuing you from sleeping at Diavolo’s presence for more than a few minutes. After that, Lord Diavolo allowed you to go back to House of Lamentation, but he spent weeks bothering Lucifer about how adorable humans could be! Just like you were a little pet.

#obey me! lucifer #obey me!#obey me masters #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon

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monst · 4 years

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Ugh your poly kamishin hcs had me,,,, like wow i dig your writing 🙌 can you also do nsfw hcs for poly hatsume mei x iida tenya

All character’s 18+

Tenya Iida x Reader X Hatsume Mei

Warnings: Sexy time themes, ***Bonus Villain TenMei Non/con Scenario under the cut.

These two would have a non-existanst sex life if it wasn’t for you. Seriously between Hatsume always being in the lab and Iida patrolling the streets it was a miracle you even got some. It was tough in the beginning as both of them seemed to be welded to their jobs. But as soon as you had opened their sexual third eye they were down for dropping everything to get their freak on with you.

You had eased them both into it teasing them until the point in which they could no longer resist their primal desires. This lead to many passionate nights in the lab or on Iida’s work desk. “Why do paperwork when you could have me right on this table all spread out for you~” “How about you come on work on this baby? It has a leak and I can’t seem to fix it on my own~” Verbal teasing was kinda your thing and these two fell for it every time. Hook line and sinker.

Iida was the first to crumble. And, now even called you into the office when he was feeling needy. Iida was surprisingly very good at dirty talk. As he pounded into your tight cunt he’d talk filth “You want all of my subordinates to see you like this right? With my cock buried balls deep inside that needy hole of yours.” or “Louder I want them to hear who’s cock your gagging on.”

You didn’t expect anything less from him. He was very dominant in bed and when you teased him during inappropriate moments he made sure to leave your ass all pretty and red. He also wouldn’t let you cum...But you couldn’t help yourself, you just loved the way he fucked the mobility out of you. Sex with an angered Iida left you with jelly legs and a lot of drool.

It took a while to pull her away from her passions but Hatsume had found new babies to create after she found out how much she loved seeing you cry and scream in ecstasy. She called you at odd hours of the day to test out her new babies. “(Name)! Hurry up and come to the lab this baby is guaranteed to get you to squirt every time!” She honestly didn’t have to tell you twice.

Hatsume made sure to know your body better than you and every new toy she created was tailored to give you the maximum amount of pleasure. One day she had you trembling in orgasm after orgasm as she tested out a new baby. You were so sensitive to the touch that you weren’t even speaking anymore all that left you was whimpered gibberish. It was on that day that you realized that Hatsume was sadistic and given the chance will overstimulate you till kingdom come.

It was even worse when she brought Iida into it because they both made sure that you were a babbling mess. Sadly, it was difficult to get them both at the same time but oh, when you did they did not go easy on you. Between Hatsume’s toys and Iida’s rough fucking you were always left melted. There favorite positions were ones in which they could see your face. Once you had left on a week long vacation to visit some family. And, came back to two very pent up lovers. You still got shivers remembering that night.

Sure they loved each other but, they rarely had sex with eachother as they both had dominant personalities. It was hard for them to settle as neither wanted to bottom which was why they really treasured you in bed. That’s not to say that Hatsume wouldn’t indulge Iida as on multiple occasions the both of you had made time to help de-stress the knight hero. It usually ended with all three of you cleaning up his office after hours.

Villain TenMei (dark themes, Non/con)

You should have heard the break in. You were the one who created the security system of this lab and you had made sure it was completely flawless. But apparently the ones raiding the lab had gotten around it. There was only one person who could create something that could byass your hard work.

“I’m a real big fan of your latest inventio (Name)~” You heard a feminine voice say.

“H-Hatsume?” You turned and bit your lip nervously. Hatsume had been one of your classmates back when you both attended U.A. Well that was before she chose her affiliation.

“Wow! I’m surprised you remember me.” She grinned walking around your work station. Her eyes looked over every project and model until she picked up a couple of blueprints. “You’ve become quite the famous inventor. It’s a shame you don’t work for us.”

“W-why would I want to work for that man.” You sneered backing up slowly.

“Hmm well for starters you’d be able to create that one thing you spoke about when we were kids. You know that one baby that would be able to control-

“Is that what your here for?” You cut her off. “After Power Loader told us how it could be used for evil I stopped working on it. S-so if your here for that it doesn’t exist.”

“Really now.” She hummed looking through your files as you moved closer to the emergency button. The button that would automatically alert the few heroes left in existance. The real truth was that you had actually perfected the invention. Both the blueprints and invention were hidden and ready to be shipped base where the last of the heroes were. As soon as you had finished it you had made plans to send it over hoping that it would aid in the fight against him. Your fingers were about to press the alert when your hand was roughly grabbed.

“Now, Now (Name) we wouldn’t want any of those pesky heroes to cut our reunion short now would we?” Iida taunted gripping your hand tightly. You winced and pulled away, glaring at the man you hadn’t seen coming.

“How rude.” Hatsume pouted walking closer to you effectively blocking your chance of escape. Not that you’d be able to outrun Iida. “But Tenya you can’t blame her. She’s got an incredibly powerful baby to protect~”

“I-I already told you t-there is no-

“Liar.” Iida growled moving closer. “Where are you hiding it? Tell me no or I’ll tear you limb from limb.”

“Woah now tiger.” Hatsume laughed. “She’s more useful to us alive. Right (Name)? That precious brain of yours can’t be wasted by becoming splatter on the wall.”

“T-there is no invention.” You yelped when Iida gripped your shoulders tightly.

“Your lying to us (Name). There’s no way you wouldn’t have created it.” Iida hissed in your ear. “You always spoke about it so eagerly.”

“It’s okay Tenya she’ll tell us exactly where it is.” Hatsume grinned.

“Mei, did you seriously bring that?” He mused.

“Of course!” She chirped “I made this baby specifically for (Name).” She gushed.

“D-don’t come any c-closer with that!” You shouted trying to pry Iida’s hands from you. He picked you up and swiped your desk clean before holding you down on it.

“W-what is that?!” You shrieked as the device in Hatsume’s hand expanded into various smooth appendages.

“If the goal of this is honesty then I want to be honest and say I’ve always wanted to try this on you.” Hatsume moaned. You kicked your legs trying to stop the metal from wrapping around your legs. The various ‘tentacles’ slithered around your body. Two of them coming to hold your legs far apart. Some had slinked up your shirt to grope at your chest. The cold metal making your nipples harden immediately. You squirmed when you felt the cool metal brush against your clothed cunt.

“You see we knew you’d never squeal if we tortured you normally.” Iida explained. As the dommed like appendaged circled your clit.

“So.” Hatsume licked her lips “Let’s see how cooperative you are after your body is all spent. After all with all the mind numbing pleasure your about to feel you won’t be able to think straight~”

“You’ll be squealing like a pig in more ways than one.” Iida snorted.

#bnha imagines #tenya lida #mei hatsume #tenya x reader #Tenya Smut #hatsume smut #tenya x hatsume #tenya headcanon #villain tenya #villain hatsume mei #bnha villian au #hatsume mei x reader #tenya iida x reader #bnha smut #hatsume mei smut #tenya iida smut

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moonynpadfootforever · 4 years

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WHY I LOVE WOLFSTAR A SHORT ESSAY FILLED WITH FAR TOO MANY OF MY OPINIONS

(this was far too long to try to break up into asks so here ya go)

There are, as the kids say, a shit ton, of reasons as to why i love wolfstar and why they are my otp, i shall break it down into five categories, (pls note these are my perceptions of them and how i view them)

The first is simply they were my first ship. when, i was a youngin, i loved harry potter (still do but fuck jkr). I remember sitting my butt down for hours on end just to read and read and read those goddamn books. And then the prisoner of azkaban came along (instantly my fave hp book too btw) and i saw remus and sirius and was like, well that sounds about right, before i even knew what shipping was. Long story short, its my first ship from one of my favorite series and im a loyal dude if nothing else, but honestly there’s never even been any competition.

The second reason is because of the d y n a m i c s my goodness, ima try to make this short. They are so perfectly complementary to each other, I love the way sirius is and needs to be upfront in everything, he is bold and forward. I’m not saying you can always tell exactly what he’s thinking but or how he’s feeling but, he needs to show his emotions as is, he needs to let the world know when injustices are being committed, when something isn’t right, when something is right. Remus on the other hand, hides, his smiles never reach his eyes just out of habit, his laughs never seem like they’re coming out fully and even though he wants you to know what he’s saying, what he’s saying directly is backwards and twisted, frequently sarcastic.I love though, that they both have strong moral compasses, even if they don’t always point in the same direction. I love that they don’t always point in the same direction. I love how they’re so similar yet so different, but in a special way? If that makes sense because everyone is “so similar and so different” but there’s something about the way that they just match up like a puzzle piece that just fills a lil part of my happy soul. I especially appreciate how they’re able to communicate with each other, (not literally, sometimes they are very bad at talking) how to get the truth out of each other, and how to get the genuine, the real and sincere. The vulnerable. But I also love how they bring out the most desperate and aggressive parts of each other. Sirius’s possessiveness, remus’s jealousy, both of their pettiness.I have a million other reasons that i could talk about forever but i think this about covers what i'm feeling in the current moment at least. Bonus: I said this in a wolfstar group chat but like it’s still relevant

“Ok so this got me thinking about an angry remus and most people are either “When remus explodes, thats when he’s truly angry” or “when remus is silent thats when he’s truly angry” But i don’t think it’s like that i think it's like a staircase, see it’s flat, then it goes straight up, escalating, there is no end to his anger, not that he’s found but levels. Levels that you can tell he's gotten more angry, not calmed down because he switches from frozen tundra to typhoon, to frozen tundra to typhoon, etc, and i think that when remus calms down it isnt gradual, its all at once sure he's been thinking about it, stewing on it, but it hits him when hes fully processed at once and I think sirius is the opposite, when remus is on an icy level, sirius is on an explosive level and so on and i just they compliment each other so well that sometimes it's damaging to eachother and thats all i had to contribute”

I love, as with any other ship or fanon, all the possibilities. I saw one post that was talking about ships and one person said (loosely quoting here) “simply it means, i think there’s a story there” which i adore. And because of their dynamics, there are so many stories i can think of. If you want to go (semi) canon, they were in wizarding london, before/during a war, they went to hogwarts, maybe they got to explore their sexuality, maybe they made new friends, maybe they fell in love like there’s so many possibilities. But on the hand we know so much about the characters that we’re able to apply them to things we love and know like modern times, and real life, and aus we love like art. Even if there wasn’t much officially in canon we were able to see a story there and we made them!!! We each analysed and added and grew these ideas of these characters in our head and i love that! But back to remus and sirius, because of how i imagine their temperaments and ideals, i think there’s a lot of directions and opportunities for many types of stories which is a driving force in choosing my ships. Fluff, angst, redemption arcs, first love, exploring sexuality, older, younger, magic, real, there’s so many you name it.

There’s also the sheer ability to put yourself into a character that i think makes it important for a ship. For me, i can relate a fair amount remus and sirius, and as can many of you. It makes a story personal, real to a reader which is important. I love seeing stories that address trauma, and homophobia, bad decisions, anger, sadness, and along with that other types of bad things as well. Sometimes it’s easier to feel like you’re not completely alone with something when reading it in a story or stories, especially when they’re written by people you know love the same things about these characters, and understand (consciously or unconsciously) It helps that remus and sirius have such experiences between them that it feels like everything i'm looking for is right there.

At the same time, there is literal magic between them! This creates a perfect way to have just a lovely healthy dose of escapism. I don’t read stories for sad endings ill be honest. But the magic between them is portrayed in so many ways and so beautifully between stories and artists and in every au. You can fall in love, laugh, and cry right there with them and it’s easy to do so with these characters and i just lkalshdlk;ads it makes me happy.

Long long story short, they make me happy!! Again, this is just a short summary as to why. I could answer analyses and questions and hcs all day but like….. This was already a lot to read, and too long to write for someone on summer break that isn’t fanfiction.

#submitted post #wolfstar #submission

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we-want-mini-mini · 4 years

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Since I have no self restraint, I’m writing another prompt/one shot.

Essentially, normal girl Lia (or some OC) whose a big fan of DC comics and the like ends up in a weird inter dimensional accident and ends up in the DC universe (it can be a mix of canon because fuck canon, up to you).

But, where did Lia end up exactly? Fucking Gotham.

The moment she realizes this is decides: Nope. Nah. Nada. No sir-y. This is NOT happening. Fuck this. I might end dying, or, worse, BECOME A FUCKING MAIN CHARACTER IN THE BAT CLAN. NAH. HELL NO.

Lia decides that, no, she will not involve herself in the Bat Clan/Wayne’s at all. Nope. Nah. Too much drama. Too much angst. Too much fucking skin tight suits and my poor Pan heart can’t TAKE all the HOT, RIPPED hero’s like what the fuck.

Now, this can play out in a variety of ways:

Lia is, say, around the same age as one of the Batboys. It can be any of them, up to you. Now, she some how ends up in Gotham Acdemy and begrudgingly befriends them. Cue angst (especially if its Jason. Considering in canon, if Jason survives he becomes Red Robin thats all I know lmao). If Lia is friends with the second Robin, it’d bring up the deliemma of: does she tell him that he’s gonna fucking die and then come back to life. Oh and, she’s actually from an alternate world were everyone thats like a superhero/vigilante is a fictional character. Honestly, if done well, can definitely stir the feelings of the poor saps who read the moral deliemma of Lia. Now, who is Lia? Someone who doesn’t want to get involved. If she avoids Jason in the beginning, does she have doubts and wants to warn Batman of Jason impending death or not? Like, that sort of shit panic attack inducing. There’s a lot of things you guys can do to torture not only Lia, but also the readers who might be like: “TELL HIM! TELL HIMMMMM!!!” or, “fuck, even I don’t know what I’d do” and etc. There’s a lot of leeway.

They are grown, and are in college (let’s say the events of Death in The Family happened and everything surrounding Red Robin striking out to find Bruce whose lost in time). This Lia is much older, recently graduated from college and currently interns for Wayne Enterprises. See, Lia is just another intern in a global colgomerate cooperation, there’s no way she’d ever run into any of the Wayne’s. None at all. But. But. She does. Some how she becomes the Executive Assistant to Tim (he once saw how she managed an entire fucking department’s schedule even though a group of people spontaneously quit. She was able to somehow salvage that shit in under three hours. And, Tim might or might not have fallen slightly in love with her—). Lia, now, a fresh 20-something year old, is now the Executive Assistant to another 20-something year old who happened to run one of the most rich and powerful companies in the entire world holy shit. Now, we follow the adventures of Lia, whose now one of the most powerful persons in the entire company (and proxy the world, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️). Lia, let’s say, is a fucking god at manipulating people, making connections, accounting and management, and also a Very Tired Recently Graduate of GU. She, cannot, and will not deal with the constant bullshit that the Bats pull regularly. So, Lia can either passive aggressively hint that, yeah Tim, you definitely got that broken arm from a golf accident. Oh hey, I also heard the Red Robin foughy Killer Croc and also sported a broken left arm like you! What a coincidence, right? And she’d say this with a straight face. Tim knows that she knows, and Lia knows that Tim knows and yeah. Alternatively, she could outright tell him: “look, Tim, I swear to god, if you put off another meeting without a day notice just because some gang member got the better of you.” “Wait, gang member—?” “—do NOT interrupt me. Look, I know Bruce Wayne is Batman. Not the whole, ‘Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person! The butts match!’ type of thing. I know he is Batman, you Red Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Red Hood is the weirdly alive Jason Todd, etc etc. There’s no point in feigning the fact that I don’t know. Because, I do.” They stare at eachother for a bit, and Tim falls just a little more in love. “How... Actually it’s dumb to ask you how you know, but, how long?” “Good tactic to ask me how long I’ve know instead of how I know. But, to answer your question: I’ve know since I was around...” THE FRAME FREEZES now, should Lia say 8, since, technically, she’s know since she was 8 that Bruce Wayne is Batman, considering the whole parallel universe thing. Or, does she say 18, the age in which she arrived into this world? Now, that decision can prompt many things to happen. For one, if Lia says 8, Tim is gonna be so awestruck and also be dry curious. If 18, Tim is still amazed (that she knows at all). Either answer would also illicit this response: “...you’ve known for so long, yet never told anyone?” Lia shakes her head. “You guys have a secret identity for a reason. Plus, I’m not in the business of becoming a vigilante or whatever. I’ve tried my best to steer clear of all of that, in all honesty.” “Huh. Makes sense. Wait. Then... why did you start working at WE, if you knew our identities?” Lia stares at him like he’s grown three heads. “Dude. This is WE. One of the most powerful companies out there, why wouldn’t I work here? But, the ither fact of the matter is that I didn’t expect to become your fucking Executive Assistant. Like, I couldn’t just deny the offer, my mother would’ve disowned my ass the second she heard I turned down such a prestigious position.” Lia shuddered. “Fuck, I can hear her curse me out in like, five different languages.” Let’s also say, at one point or another, Lia’s mother arrives, and say, is the most terrifying person Tim has ever met (and Tim’s faced off against Ra’s al Ghul, a functionally immortal man with a fucking army of highly trained assassin at his disposal).

Lia is tame honest to god tame compared to her mother (if her mother is like, 5’3”, that’s even more hilarious tbh). Essentially, if Lia’s older and somehow become Executive Assistant to Tim (or Bruce, because, fuck canon) it would be so god damn funny (read “The Executive Assistant To Batman” in which Tim nene became Robin but still knows the identities of the various Gotham vigilantes. Oh, and, he’s the Executive Assistant to Batman. It’s so fucking hilarious and y’all gotta check it out. It’s on AO3).

Number 2, is a lot more light hearted compared to the moral deliemma of Number 1 (as, is Lia is the same age as Robin!Jason, and knows that he’s gonna die, but she also doesn’t want to get involved with the vigilantes presents a very large problem). Number 1 is great for angst and a character study for this OC. Number 2, is a more light hearted, fun scenario (as it avoids the can of worms called “Do I Warn the Bats of Robin!Jasons impending death or not because I honestly don’t want to get involved with the Bat.”.

I, personally, would love to read Number 2 (please make Lia, or whatever OC, a god damn Tired of Your Bullshit, amazing assistant to the CEO of WE, competent af and very, Very Tired of the Bats BS, and, PR is Going To Skin Me Alive and Roast Me Over A Flame). Maybe some drama, angst sprinkled in (there’s the blatant fact that, Lia is a completely different world. One that has superhero’s, aliens, magic and so, so much more. The fact that she’s in her doppelgänger’s body could cause some dissociation/body dysphoria and that sort of stuff. It’s a great opportunity for a character study for Lia/your OC).

Regardless of you choose 1 or 2, the basic premise is:

Some rando kid (or young adult, whichever strikes your fancy) who loves to read Batman/DC in general. Ends up in some weird ass accident that lands them in the DC universe, specifically Gotham. Everything about their pervious life and the life in his world is the same (or not, up to you), only difference is that there’s an alien powered by the Sun and that cannot he injured (unless it’s by a glowing green rock). They decide, pretty early on, that they want nothing to do with the vigilantes of Gotham (which also means they have to avoid the Wayne’s and Co, which should be ways right? Right?? Gotham is really big, I’ll probably only ever see them in passing, I’ll be fine—). But, the universe said, LOL, nope. And they end up befriending the Wayne’s somehow. The rest? Up to you. If they befriend Robin!Jason they have to cope with the moral deliemma of getting involved to save his life or not. Or, maybe this is the world where Dick is still Robin. Do we save Jason early on, or not? What about Tim? Cass? Stephanie? Or, what if, they end up in a world in which Jason died and came back, Bruce came back from being lost in the time stream and Damian is now Robin.

Essentially: OC ends up in the DC universe, specifically Gotham. Decided not to ever get in involved with the Vigilantes/Wayne’s. However, the universe said nope and they become friends with one of the Bats/Waynes regardless. Now, how the fuck do they cope?

BONUS: Lia manages to avoid the Wayne’s/Vigilantes of Gotham completely. How? She ends working for LexCorp. As Lex Luthors Executive Assistant (basically the same way as she became the Executive Assistant to Tim). Now, she has to cope with the fact that she works as the Executive Assistant for Lex fucking Luthor of all people. She can hear her mother shaking her head in Disappointment™️. She hates the universe. Also, Lex Luthor is pretty open about his Evil, Bastard Schemes with Lia for whatever reason (much to Lia’s utter fucking chargin). She discreetly sends info about these Evil, Bastard, Devious plans to the Bats. Cue her realizing that, to ensure Luthor doesn’t suspect her, she’s gotta get GOOD at hacking and computer science. And get good she does. Like, her utter fucking Done-ness over Luthors Supervillain ways and her wanted to never be found out by the Bats is like taken to Infinty in the 10 dial scale. Somehow, she manages to both avoid suspicion from Luthor (cue intense moments in which Luthor is talking to her, and he’s speaking in a weird direct way that makes Lia think he found out and she mentally plans for her subsequent “death” and fleeing of the country and when Luthor finishes his sentences it just him praising her or something else innocuous. Lia felt like the sun was lifted off her shoulders.) She’s always on edge. Her hair is slowly turning grey. Luthor notices and makes a comment and Lia simply laughs while making a underhand comment about how Luthors bald so he doesn’t need to deal with greying hairs. Lia stops laughing realizing oh shit I just insulted my boss in the most underhand way. What ghe fuck. But Luthor just laughs, much to Lia’s relief. Her hair is still greying from the stress. Anyways, she inadvertently becomes a techno vigilante that can rival the famed Oracle (let’s say, for the sake of this prompt, Lia’s code name is Reaper because she was drunk and apparently in the mind of her 13 year old self when she came up with it). Reaper’s name is slowly growing, as Lia does some other stuff with her new found skills in hacking. She mostly helps the Bats by giving them crucial info on Luthors dealings and the like.

One day, she realizes, that, oh shit. I became the one thing swore I’d never become. What type of Shakespearean shit is my life—

If someone does the situation in which Lia/their OC becomes Luthor Executive Assistant and then inadvertently becomes a Vigilante themselves because, sure, they don’t want to get involved, but, fuck Luthor and Eat the Rich. Also, I would love it if said fic included the most stress inducing scenes were it seems like Luthor found out about Lia and the whole Reaper situation but he actually DIDN’T and Lia is here like, sweating god damn bucks while her hair slowly falls out. Please. Write this shit. It would be

✨Immaculate✨

Anyways, hope you like this prompt/one shot because I damn well enjoyed writing it!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Okay hear me out Kai and his S/o slow dancing for the first time and it, and him, being all romantic for his angel

YAYAYAYA

"Nooooo..!" You whined before childishly burrowing your face on the pillow of the bed, not even caring about the glare of those golden eyes on your back.

"It wasn't exactly a invitation. Actually, it wasn't at all." He said while crossing his arms in unamusement at your muffled grumbles, still staring you down.

Just a bit more of persuasion... stop being a fucking brat for once. Less job for.him the better.

"Why you do this to me..?" you lifted your head to lay only side of your face to pout at your boyfriend "Seriously. Not cool."

"Is not my fault that they decided to make a ball for only members of the yakusa."

"But YOU-" you pointed at him "Want me there! Since is not even obligated!"

"Actually. It is. Me being the young leader of the Shie Hassaikai it would be explendid and social acceptable bringing a companion."

"Isn't Pops going with you as well?" You jumped while yelping at the pinch he gave it to your side.

"Companion by I mean you idiot." He sighed before bringing a hand to rest on his temple "I don't appreciate social events as well but just this once stop being a brat about it."

"Am not!"

"You are. And do not even dare to start that whole childish thing." He sended you a glare while you only lifted your hands up in defence.

You sighed before plopping onto your back again, numbly staring at the ceiling.

"Don't have a special-"

"Clothing? I already took care of it."

Damn prepared bastard was your boyfriend, curse him...

He smirked at seing you giving up and agreeing on going, you thankfully couldn't see it due to his mask as he left the room with a 'Very well then, its decided'.

He didn't wanted to go either, but he needed to. Those balls sadly were something very important for the yakusa and when Pops commented that he would've like him to go he would just sigh but go anyways.

This time, the elder mentioned about how the rumors of him having a partner was spreading, and some would like to see in person.

So a chance to show off his angel while he attends to the Shie Hassaikai important business along with Pops was a good as hell bonus.

Althoigh he had to admit that he took way longer than he expected to convince you to go... he swore that you were becoking, or already were, just as antisocial as he was...

"Dear (Y/n) you look stunning." Pops commented as he steped out of the car, Kai getting out first only to help you up.

You smiled while blushing before taking a brief look at the place...

Aparently not only your boyfriend liked to show off the yakusa's power and dominance... because that place was huge and looked like one mansion that not even a top hero would get...

"Overhaul. A pleasure of meeting you in person." A gentleman aproached extending his hand towards Chisaki, slowering awkwardly down his hand at noticing as a only response a glare "and this one must be..?" He looked over you instead with a smirk.

You went to answer before you felt a protective glovwd hand on your shoulder.

"Mind your own business." He growled before slightly pushing you away while he walked "Don't bother us with your filth tongue."

You arched a eyebrow at him before he whispered into your ear that, this man actually had in total of 41 wifes, and evertime he saw a new face on a gathering he would pick them.

"That man disgust me to death." He growled before easing his hand into your lower back instead.

"Hm~? So you worry about me then?" You singed before giggling at the flip he gave into your forehead.

"Don't get your hopes too high. I simply don't accept garbage touching neither interacting with what is mine." He growled, his gaze far away from yours as you giggled.

"Ah what a nice timing for you two to appear. Chisaki, this is my older commurate." Pops extended his hand at another old man with his wife right besides him "You two met only once, but I talked a lot about thsi old bag of meat."

The other man laughed out loud before wiping one tear away, takung a look at Chisaki and after you on his side.

"I only saw you once Chisaki, but I can see you're almost tall as a tree already! And what a lovely face you brought us the honor to."

Chisaki nodded numbly before showing you in emphasis with his palm at your figurine, monotonously voice as always but you smiled at seing the sparkle in your boyfriend's eyes that almost screamed how proud was he to be speaking about you.

"This is my partner."

"(Y/N) (L/N)." You bowed in respect, sending the couple a smile "Is a pleasure to be in here and meeting you all."

"And has manners!" The mam laughed while Pops couldn't contain his chuckles "A good one you picked huh young man?"

Chisaki cringed at the way the man called him but decided to let it slide... for now.

A slow mussic started to play, and the older couple shared a quick glance and smile before they made their way until a the center of the huge room.

You tilted your head in confusion before getting rigid at seing there were couples preparing to slow dance with each other.

"Why you two don't go?" Chisaki glared at Pops, whose chuckle before showing the place with his glass "It would be good to our image, its been decades since a couple of the Shie Hassaikai appeared. And you two would give plenty of... what I would say, honor."

You gulped before looking at Kai, shoulders sagging a bid with a deep sigh before he extended his gloved hand to yours, stoic face as usual but his eyes spoted a hint of softness on his soul..

"Shall we dance then? My angel?" You swallowed, at least try it, your nerves down and slowly let your hand fall gently on his much bigger one, him leading you to the middle of that place.

Why...?

"Kai they will look-" you whined before he hushed you with a hearted scoff 'quiet.' Before awkwardly interlocking his covered fingers with your bare ones; other hand on your waist as you nervously went.to place on his shoulder.

"Let them look." He said with boredoom before he started to swoon back on forth, bringing you aling with his rhythm "Let them see the beautiful stunning angel that this devil has on his arms." He sended you a look that poured heat in every part of your body while the music started.

You're in my arms

And all the world is calm

The music playing on for only two

So close together

And when I'm with you

So close to feeling alive

You breathless giggle, not breaking eye contact dowm at both of your feet in fear of stepiing on his before he gently twirled you around, surprisingly bringing you more close to him.

"Since when do you dance?" You asked hushed, smilling brightly at seing the hits of a smirk growing on his face.

"I don't. Never found a reason to it."

"Liar!" You whisper yelled in offense as he took a couple of steps, bringing you along since he was controlling the pace.

"I don't do lies angel of mine. You should know that by now."

A life goes by

Romantic dreams must die

So I bid my goodbye

And never knew

So close, was waiting

Waiting here with you

And now, forever, I know

You two continued on your pace, this time you felt confident enough to stop looking at you guys shoes to look up at thise golden eyes, smillimg at the muffled scoff as he decided that his gaze that once were on your face went to your interlocked hands.

He twirled you around again... letting go of you to swoon graceusly a bit on yourself before he brought you to his arms again. Bodies inches now apart, as now you both stared at eachother... love spread on your eyes while adoration came from his...

All that I wanted

To hold you so close

He suddenly speed up the pace, making you gasp for a bit before giggling at seing how he twirled you on his arms, graciously and elegantly catching you by the back, chin almost resting your shoulder, dancing along with the music before he brought you to his chest again.

You felt ever vibe of your entire body screamung for him. Begging almost to be glued on him and never let him go... bit you knew his boundaries and respected them no less...

If you only knew that it was the same thing that his body was doing at the exact same time...

So close to reaching

That famous happy end

Almost believing

This one's not pretend

And now you're beside me

And look how far we've come

So far we are, so close

You couldn't contain yourself anymore and looked up at him with a lovesick smile before resting your head in the crook of his neck, getting worried a bit at the way he tensed but soon relaxed.

He looked down at you for a brief moment with wide eyes, now glued to his chest, before he breath out slowly a puff of air before resting his own temple on your head.

Huh.. it was... a nice feeling. A very pleasant one for him to be completely honest...

He smirked behind his mask, looking you a bit before he pushed you two in the room; adoring that huge and pure smile on your lips evertime he twirled you ans catched you again on his arms.

By that moment, every one on that room stooped dancing only to look at you both, Pops had tears on his eyes at how much proud he was having on that moment, impressed at seing the fearless overhaul dancing a waltz.

Dancing a waltz with someone no less.

But neither of you didn't even notice, Chisaki partially not giving a damn about who was watching or not... he had such a beautiful and majestic creature on his arms and gaze...

So why should he look away on the first place..?

He guided yours steps around him, turning you once again from afar before pulling you back so that this time he would grab you by the legs and spin in the air, smiling when he saw your face of pure surprise and fun.

He placed you down, you two catching your breath as you both rested your foreheads in each other.

He opened his eyes first, to surprisingly cup your cheek to wipe one emotional tear falling from your beautiful eyes, chuckling at seing how your smile only grew wider before wrapping his arms at your waist, chin rested on the top of your head.

Oh how could I face the faceless days

If I should lose you now

We're so close to reaching

That famous happy end

Almost believing

This one's not pretend

Let's go on dreaming

For we know we are

So close, so close

And still so far

The music ended and the whole room clapped.

You looked up at your boyfriend with a crinson blush before hidding your face on your hands, still caged on his grasp.

"Aparently they dont have anything better to do with their lifes instead of watching us like creeps... they're sick." He murmured, cold and icy voice back while he pulled you closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.

You giggled before he tilted your chin up. Stating you down with hearted golden yet serious as always eyes.

"Shall we dance the next time in a more private area?"

Next time...

Song 'so close' of John McLaughlin

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songstresstinyteacup · 4 years

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Eurydice asks why Seph and Hades are still married if they hate eachother so much. Hades and Seph explain why it is they love each other even after all this time. Bonus: Hades and Seph tell the story of how they fell in love :)

Eurydice glanced up at the sight of the manor in front of her, one of the rare times she ever looked up these days.

The songbird had been summoned by request of the lady, and no one ever refused Lady Persephone, not even King Hades.

Her thick work boots crunched the gravel under her feet, sickening crunches that felt worse with every step she took. The noise reminded her of the mines, reminded her that she was doomed to the mines for all eternity.

Eurydice’s eyes quickly welled up with tears, stinging as she spared a thought to her lover up above.

Orpheus...

What was he doing now? Persephone told her after she came home this fall that Orpheus didn’t sing anymore, but promised Eurydice he was being looked after.

Eurydice remembered the fierceness in her eyes when she’d promised that, and had since wondered if that promise meant that she too was being looked after.

It would make sense, Eurydice decided, since King Hades had often invited her to dinner over the months when Persephone was gone.

They’d sit quietly, Hades enjoying the presence of another person in his home, and Eurydice enjoying the lack of loud chatter that usually accompanied the mess hall, the two picking at their meals but not eating much of anything.

The crunching of the gravel path turned into a loud clomping noise on a large wooden porch, stopping only for Eurydice to turn the doorknob to the great manor and enter.

She didn’t need to knock anymore, Hades had told her so, given the frequency of her visits, but it still felt like an intrusion.

Her boots echoed mercilessly on the clean wooden floors, wax sparkling under the Edison lights, which told Eurydice it must have been recently done for Persephone’s return to the underworld.

Eurydice didn’t need to look up to know the way into the dining room, the place she’d been told to meet her hosts, just as Eurydice didn’t need to look up to see the interior of the manor was a far cry from the dark exterior.

The walls were painted a pretty off-white, pictures adorning them in strategic clusters. The wood of the floors a pretty mahogany that must have cost a fortune to get shipped to the underworld, though Hades had the money.

A gramophone stood at attention near the sofa, green throw pillows sitting atop decadent brown leather and waiting for someone to sit on them, though Eurydice would never dare, if only to keep the leather clean, as Eurydice was seldom clean anymore.

The mines were never the cleanest place to work.

Soft humming from the kitchen caught her attention, a melody she knew with ever fiber in her being, one that sparked heartache and licked at her veins like a fire she couldn’t escape from.

Orpheus’ song.

A breath caught in her chest and burned, while her eyes burned with tears she wouldn’t allow herself to shed, then she heard the clicking of Persephone’s heels in front of her.

“Eurydice! It’s so good to see you!” Persephone’s voice was warm, and for the first time since she’d entered Eurydice raised her head to look on at the goddess before her.

“Lady Persephone.” The words and half smile left her tongue and played on her lips before she could stop herself, not that Persephone seemed to mind.

The goddess instead swept Eurydice into what once had been a bone-crushing hug and then brought her hands up to caress her face.

“Have you eaten?” Persephone inquired, moving her hands from Eurydice’s dirt smudged cheeks down to her shoulders.

Eurydice tried to pretend she didn’t notice the flicker of sadness in Persephone’s eyes when the goddess felt how bony her shoulders had become, they were muscular too, but thin and bony.

Eurydice shook her head, she didn’t need to eat anymore, but unless Hades or Persephone goaded her into it, she only ate enough to keep up the illusion she was taking care of herself.

“Okay. Why don’t you go into the guest bedroom and scrub up? I’ve laid something out for you on the bed. Leave the work clothes in the bathroom, I’ll see to them later.” Persephone’s words, though phrased like a question, were a demand, so Eurydice simply looked back at the floor and went into the bathroom.

After Eurydice spent an unknown amount of time scrubbing the sediment and grime from her skin and had dried herself with one of the fluffy towels Persephone had also placed for her to use, she padded into the bedroom to see the clothes she had arrived to Hadestown wearing.

Her knees buckled, and her eyes stung with tears as she grabbed the fabric of the dress and pulled it on, then the tights with too many rips up the legs, then her old boots and oversized vest.

Eurydice only paused when she reached for what should have been her scarf, then something caught her attention.

Persephone hadn’t laid out her scarf at all, she’d replaced it with one of Orpheus’ red bandanas he usually wore around his neck.

Shaking hands brought the ratty old bandana up to press into her nose, and Eurydice inhaled deeply to fill her lungs with the faint scent of her lover’s cologne, a few tears leaking from her eyes and rolling down her face.

“Orpheus...” Eurydice almost croaked, voice unused so much of the time that it wasn’t up to her standard lilting soprano.

The songbird had died, the little bird had sang it’s last note the moment Orpheus had looked back. A lark took it’s place, and larks never sing when they’re captive.

Then, Eurydice was tying the bandana around her neck, adjusting the knot so that the ties pointed in the direction that her heart would have been in if she were still alive, then she stepped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

There was a low murmur of conversation, Hades and Persephone’s voices going back and forth, broken only by the occasional bark from Cerberus.

“Don’t you dare tease that baby, Hades! Cerberus, baby, is daddy being mean to you?”

“Unbelievable. He’s my dog, but the moment you call he runs straight to you.”

Eurydice cracked a smile, knowing first hand how similar Hades and Cerberus really were.

They both pouted for weeks after Persephone went back up top, the only difference is that Cerberus laid out on the floor, while Hades laid out on the couch.

“What can I say, I have both of the underworld’s most frightening creatures wrapped around my little finger.” Eurydice could almost hear the triumphant grin in Persephone’s voice, almost see the little smirk on her face as she teased her husband.

“That you do, my love. That you do.” Hades added, and when Eurydice crossed the doorway into the room she saw Hades pull Persephone close and plant a soft and gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’m sure Eurydice didn’t want to see that, Hades!” Persephone prodded her husband in the arm to get him to release her, now free to hang up the tea towel on the hook by the cabinets.

Hades chuckled, which made Eurydice smile, though it was a small smile. The man was utterly devoted to his wife and came alive when she was near.

“C’mon in, Eurydice. Persephone’s made enough food to feed a small army, so we’ll both have to eat like we do it regularly.” Hades held out his arm, motioning to the table awaiting the three.

There were three places made up, one at the head of the table, and the two next to it, so Eurydice sat down quietly at one of the side places while Persephone seated herself at the head seat, Hades filing in opposite Eurydice.

When Hades was distracted by unfolding his napkin, Eurydice flashed her eyes to Persephone, touched the bandana, and mouthed her thanks. Persephone only smiled and winked, then went started passing around the dishes.

After they’d eaten, Hades quickly excused himself to his study to see to some ledgers he couldn’t ignore, leaving Persephone and Eurydice to chatter quietly.

Finally, a burning question that had come to Eurydice’s mind when Hades had kissed Persephone’s hand before he rose from his chair, then her cheek before he excused himself, could no longer be ignored.

Not but fifteen minutes had passed since the king of the mines had retired to his study, Persephone still sitting with Eurydice and stirring her glass of pomegranate juice mindlessly with her straw while they chattered.

Eurydice knew the goddess well enough to know that Persephone might be wishing there was something stronger in her glass, especially if today were a bad day.

Eurydice had seen Persephone through several good and bad days, days where the goddess had been so shaky from lack of drink that it sapped all her strength away, when her stomach turned anything she ate to bile that was promptly rejected, when the sweats and night terrors plagued her mind with all manner of horrors.

Persephone had been there for her after the turn, the least Eurydice could do was support the goddess as she tried to cleanse herself of several centuries worth of heavy drinking.

“Somethin’ wrong, little bird?” Persephone’s voice snapped Eurydice out of her endless trail of thoughts and back into the moment.

“No, nothing wrong, exactly. I’m just curious.” Eurydice was quick to assure her friend, sipping at her glass of water.

Persephone raised an eyebrow, very much mirroring her husband’s frequent quizzical looks.

“Curious about what?”, The goddess inquired, and before Eurydice could stop herself, she blurted out, “Why are you still married to Hades if you hate each other as much as you do?”.

Persephone froze, then after a few seconds she allowed a lazy smile to play on her lips.

“Oh, Eurydice. We don’t hate each other, not in the least. We’re madly in love, but we were never quite able to communicate with each other. Sure, we clash over a list of topics longer than the River Styx, get each other so riled up that we can barely be in the same house, but that’s just who we are. Our love languages are different, but we’ve been married so long that giving up was never an option.” Persephone explained, laughing to herself.

Eurydice’s brow knit together, her fingers fumbled over the fabric of her tights.

“Doesn’t seem like you love each other at all. Never seemed like it until that moment when the world came back into tune.” Again, the words came without warning or barrier, and for a moment she wondered if Persephone would tell Hades of her insolence.

Instead the goddess smiled again, taking a tiny sip of her juice before pushing her glass away.

“Don’t let my man fool you, he’s nothing more than a big softie at heart. He’s the gentlest of his brothers, though he tries to look like the toughest. Gods knows, when I’m involved in any kinda trouble it tears him up somethin’ fierce.”

Something in Eurydice’s brain just wouldn’t light, but she didn’t need to ask Persephone for clarification.

“Trouble as in I’ve been hurt or put myself in dangerous situations, like mine collapses, riots, or even the bar fights up top. Damn near makes himself sick broodin’ until I come back down and he can see for himself I’m alright.”

It was as if the goddess could read her mind, but her answers continued to puzzle and confuse Eurydice.

“Bullshit.” Eurydice snickered out, hands coming to rest at the edge of the table as Persephone laughed.

“It’s true, Eurydice, and I can prove it to you.” Persephone pushed her chair away from the table, then walked all the way up the stairs and down the hallway.

The thud of her heels on the upstairs floor echoed through the downstairs, and even so Eurydice knew Persephone would be making her way to Hades’ office.

The office door opened and shut, then several minutes passed before the door opened and shut a second time, Persephone’s heels echoing on the floor until she had reached the edge of the stairs.

One step was taken, then a loud racket brought Eurydice up to her feet and at the base of the stairs where Persephone was sitting up slowly, one hand cradling an ankle and a string of soft swears exiting her lips.

Eurydice was not the only one who’d heard the fall, Cerberus had taken a place near Persephone’s form and was standing guard. He did not growl at Eurydice as she knelt at the goddess’s side, but he watched.

Then Hades’ office door slammed against the frame with a bang, heavy footsteps pounding until his form appeared at the top of the stairs and barreled down them to Persephone’s side.

The king knelt, examining Persephone’s body and taking one of her hands.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Hades inquired lowly, voice and eyes thick with concern as Persephone grimaced.

“I got dizzy on my way down and missed one of the steps, I should be okay, I’m just rattled.” Persephone hissed out, locking eyes with her husband and allowing him to press a quick and gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Can you stand?” Hades inquired, the concern in his voice touching Eurydice who looked on silently.

“I think so.” Persephone confirmed, then allowed Hades to hold her arm as she pried herself back onto her feet.

Then her legs buckled when she started to put some weight on the ankle she had been cradling, a protest from her body that was not to be ignored. Hades wasted no time in scooping her up in his arms as she whined in pain, then he looked at Eurydice.

“Can you pull out one of the chairs?” Hades inquired, cocking his head in the direction of the kitchen and moving as soon as Eurydice had done what he’d asked.

The songbird-turned-lark watched as Hades carefully settled Persephone in the chair and pulled another closer to prop her injured ankle on it, then Hades removed her shoe and began carefully turning the ankle and rotating it to assess the injury.

Persephone didn’t make much noise, but the grimace on her face didn’t leave until Hades placed her foot back down to rest on the chair, then he furrowed his brow and slid into the chair opposite her, lifting her foot to rest on his lap.

“You need to be more careful coming down the stairs, lover. This could have been much worse.” Hades murmured, tracing carefully around her ankle with a feather-light finger.

“I know, love. I know. I was just coming to tell Eurydice our love story, I guess I got too excited.” Persephone cast her eyes down, tilting her chin down as she did so and heaving a heavy sigh.

Hades chuckled, holding out one of his hands toward Persephone and smiling when she took it in her own.

“Been a while since you wanted to tell that story.” Hades grinned, voice lighter at the mere mention of their love.

Persephone nodded, smiling herself as she squeezed Hades’ hand gently.

“Why don’t you tell it with me, darling?” She inquired, batting her eyelashes at Hades before an involuntary shiver made her body shudder and shake.

Hades carefully stood up, placing her injured ankle gently on the surface of the chair.

“In a moment, love. I’ll be right back.”

And on that note, Hades exited the kitchen and started up the stairs.

As soon as Persephone was sure Hades couldn’t see or hear her, she giggled at Eurydice as she lifted the ankle from the chair and wiggled it around without so much as a wince.

Eurydice was gobsmacked, mouth agape as she realized just how sneaky Persephone had been in luring Hades out of his office.

The goddess in question winked, then quickly settled her ankle back on the chair and resumed a look of mild misery just before Hades crossed back to her side with a knit shawl in his hands.

Eurydice watched as Hades carefully draped the shawl over Persephone’s shoulders, taking gentle hands and freeing the curls he’d trapped beneath it and helping them to once more flow over Persephone’s back and shoulders, while Persephone looked on with a tender smile.

“Hades, my light. Sit down and help me tell Eurydice how we became two halves of a whole love.” Persephone patted the chair next to her gently, Hades capturing her hand with his own as he sat and she rested her head on his shoulder.

It was odd for Eurydice to see the king be so tender toward his queen, even if it was behind the safety of their own home’s walls.

“I’m afraid the stories have painted me a villain, and Seph a victim. Most mortals believe what her mother spews, that I saw her in a field and stole her away without any consent from her. She said that I kidnapped her and assaulted her, tricked her into eating seeds that would trap her with me for half of the year. If only they knew the real story.” Hades sighed, looking at Eurydice now that Persephone was settled next to him.

Persephone nodded against his shoulder.

“The thing is that we met in secret many times before we eloped, initially we met at one of my brother’s absurd parties. It was a brief introduction to her by my brother, Demeter wouldn’t have let me within a half a mile of Persephone otherwise.” Hades began, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand and watching her smile as he spoke.

“Mama didn’t let any man within a half a mile of me unless Zeus brought them over. I snuck out to the gardens later that night and I found Hades there, hiding from the noise and ridiculous customs of an Olympian party. We bonded over feeling trapped in situations we couldn’t avoid. I remember thinkin’ how handsome he looked, how strong and brave.” Persephone added.

Hades humphed quietly.

“All I could focus on was how beautiful she was, draped in moonlight and a dress of a simple linen, so unlike any of the other dresses on Olympus that night. Plain and demure, not flashy and ostentatious. Such a lovely flower.” He continued, winking at Persephone who scrunched her face up in embarrassment.

“Mama thought that if I dressed simply it would keep the, what phrase did she use? The insatiable gods who’d take great pleasure in deflowering me, if my memory serves.” Persephone interjected again, rolling her eyes as she flopped her head back onto Hades’ shoulder.

“Shame it worked against her plan. By the time I had to leave the gardens to return to my throne, Persephone had goaded me into weekly visits. How many visits was it till you greeted me in that field in a glittering black dress, carnations in hand?” Hades snickered, and Eurydice watched light bounce into Persephone’s eyes and smile as she grinned and gazed at her husband.

“Four, darling. But I had the best seamstress in the village start that dress the morning after the party. I knew you were the man I was fated to marry.” Persephone beamed, capturing his lips in a soft and quick kiss.

Eurydice averted her eyes, but asked another question.

“You don’t regret any of it, do you?”

Persephone and Hades immediately shook their heads.

“No, songbird. I regret our inability to communicate our insecurities and needs, but I’ll never regret marrying the love of my life.” Persephone added, lacing her fingers through Hades’ and watching as Eurydice smiled.

There was a moment of comfortable silence, then Persephone swatted Hades.

“In any case, that’s not why we called you here today. Persephone and I would like you to move into the guesthouse in the manor’s grounds. It’s much nicer than the dormitory you’ve been living in, and we’d feel much better being able to look after you. Isn’t that right, love?” Hades quickly picked up his wife’s cue.

Persephone nodded, smiling as Hades materialized a new contract from thin air and passed it over to Eurydice.

“We’d also like you to take over some of the responsibilities of the bar. You’d work alongside me, away from the mines. You have time to consider the offer, of course. We don’t expect you to accept right now.” Persephone piggybacked onto Hades’ statement, but before either god could utter a syllable more, Eurydice slammed into both of them and hugged them as tightly as she could.

“Thank you. It’s a nice offer, but... if I accept, what happens to Orpheus and I, when it’s his time to die?” Eurydice’s voice was unsteady when she pulled away, and hot tears burned her eyes as she tried to blink them away.

Persephone’s warm smile faded to a softer one, and Hades cleared his throat as he materialized another contract from the air.

“Your poet signed a contract of his own. When it’s his time to die, he’ll use a ticket that I’ve given him to wear around his neck, and not a moment before it’s his natural time to die. Then, Orpheus will come to Hadestown as a musician for the bar, and he’ll live with you in the guesthouse. He signed the deal himself.” Hades’ voice softened, and was as warm as Eurydice had ever heard it to be.

Thick, hot tears rolled down her cheeks now, Eurydice openly sobbing as she saw Orpheus’ signature on the dotted line, sobbing even as she slammed back into Persephone and wept freely into the goddess’s curls.

“Thank you.” Eurydice sobbed, whimpering as Persephone rubbed her back and hummed a familiar melody that warmed Eurydice’s heart in a way that only a mother-figure could.

“No, sweetest. Thank you.” Persephone murmured, wiping each of Eurydice’s unruly tears as she glanced over at Hades, who was gently rubbing Persephone’s shin all the while.

All would be well, Eurydice was now certain. Persephone and Hades had given her a reason to look up again, something to look forward to.

They had given her Orpheus again.

#sparrow asks #I adore this prompt #I got SO carried away

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ofcjessa · 5 years

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I’m not good at intros! But hello, i’m sola (she/her) and i’m glad to be apart of this c: i’m twenty three and live in the eastern time zone! this my wild girl jessa, she’s a bit complex but who doesn’t love that! hit this like button and i’ll bother you!

* ╰ it’s an absolute dishonour to meet you , jessica / jessa . at twenty-two , you’ve disgraced the blackwood family name & failed to carry on their legacy as an elite . as a result , they’ve requested that we at the academy do our best to rid you of your venality , & seeing as though they’re worth 95m , we dutifully obliged . while your recklessness & cunning attributes have always promised failure , it’s your spar with wrath & intentionally crashing your exe’s new car on his birthday that got you committed . before we take possession of you , it’s imperative that we know that you are a female who prefers she/her pronouns , & you resemble laura harrier . your birthday is on mar 24th , making you a bewildered aquarius , & you were transported to us all the way from san diego, calfornia . at the present time , you work on campus at the bookstore . go ahead & purchase that extra large suitcase , disgrace . you’re going to need it . / penned by sola , 23, she/her, eastern.

Jessica parent's are important to people in this world, and at a young age she had to understand that. Her mother owns a microprocessor company, and her father was a famous actor in the 90s (and now )/humanitarian. There would be rare times where family was together, it seemed that they never had time for eachother...or for her. Growing up, she was a little loner. She had friends, but she only was around them because her mother insisted. When her parent's were away, she stayed with her grandparents or with her nanny.

⦁ During her childhood, Jessa had problems expressing her feelings. Jessa was always told to stay in her place as a child, but it was hard to listen when her parents we're never there. She once told her nanny that she respected her mother than her parents. Also, during school, Jessa was quick to anger because built up emotions. The only time her parents noticed was because of the nanny, so they sent her to therapy. The last straw was the outburst she had at her parent's dinner party. Just a small Jessa screaming at her parents, exposing the lack of existence. They we're so embarrassed that they sent her away to her grandparent's, and they spent a week with her...and bought her a bunch of things. Then they just kept buying her things she wanted to shut her up....and in the long run it wasn't a good idea.

⦁ Jessa parents had her in the spotlight once in a blue moon. They will stick cameras in her face when her father does something good for the world, or her mother making into Forbes. They wanted to have this image as a humble family, and she will hold the image for them but Jessa was known as a different person outside of that.

⦁ Jessa can't remember not one time she missed a high school party. Even as a freshman, she gained popularity from her status. But she was never the go with the crowd kind of person. She loved parties, and going on adventures with her friends with out telling her parents. Jessa was the “wild child” with her friends .Never cared, reckless, just a venturesome kid who knew the dangers but just took her anyways because.....why the hell not. She had everything that she wanted. Her mother and father was concerned and tired of a behavior, and started to give ultimatums that they couldn’t keep themselves. After while she grew out of her partying days and started focusing on her future.

⦁ The reason her parents threw her to the academy, because she took it too far. Jessa knows how to push her parents buttons enough for them to quake until she's satisfied. Her boyfriend was someone that her parents liked since they set them up together. She liked him but in the long run he was used her to get close to her mother.

⦁ Jessa had her suspicion that he was cheating on her. She could never confront him on the matter because it never seem like the right time. Finally, she went to her mother to get a little advice, but her mother brushed it off as "paranoia". Jessa never spoke on it again, until she gathered more confidence to ask her exe herself. He told her what she wanted to hear, and she let him off until she started recieving texts.

⦁ A day before her ex's birthday, she received texts from the other girl who threaten to release the texts to social media. He was cheating on her also. Jessa was never the one to cry, but that's the first time she experienced heartbreak. There was times that night Jessa thought her plan was...unnecessary but...no one was going to make her cry.

⦁ On the night of his birthday, Jessa drove his new car...her parent's bought him to welcome into her mother's company, and crashed it in a ditch....with her in it. They founded her bloody on the side of the road with a cigarette in her mouth. And she was arrested for disturbing the peace. Luckily her father knew the chief of police, and they let her go the next day. It already got social media attention, and her parents had to make public apology. When she came back home, her bags we're packed and ready to go.

Jessa has the sweetest face, that could turn on you in a minute. She's embodiment of bothered in the outside, but probably planning your doom inside. She doesn't share too much about herself as she thinks it's easy to find out who she is. Her emotions is complex, sometimes it's better for her to keep her mouth close, but most of the time she's straightforward and never bite her tongue. Jessa has times where he’s this down to earth, humble girl, and flip the script and become wacky and wild. But also having a lot of love to give, but doesn’t know how to show it. Jessa is still reckless, and that's will be the hardest thing during her time at the academy. She's observant and calculative, she carefully weighs each word and action to her advantage.

Connections

1. partners-in-crime ; this is my favorite , not gonna lie . it sounds really lame but something like a wingman , but not really a sidekick . two characters ( they don’t have to get along extremely well !! ) who stick by the other’s side when in trouble && they often commit a lot of pranks/tricks on other people. seen by other characters as inseparable , this can be an alternative to a best friend of sorts ? or you could just have partners who don’t really get along well but still do things together because the dynamic is amazing !! and everyone just stares in awe at the two tbh because if you can become partners-in-crime with your enemy , you might as well be super dangerous !!

5. we always meet wtf ? ; ok i don’t have a proper name for this i’m so sorry !! anyway like two characters who meet everywhere they go ,, like at the bakery, on the street, on a train ,, wherever it is ,, you name it , they’ve met there at least thrice . and you can make it so it’s intentional or not ,, the freedom is yours to choose !! and it could go anywhere from here !!

7. childhood friends ; this one is super simple but can either be angsty or just nice ! maybe they could’ve been inseparable as children but grew apart because of their clashing personalities , or they can still be inseparable now , but one has a crush on the other. ( bonus points if it’s a same-sex friendship & one’s straight / hasn’t come out ) they could also have never spoken in a decade and it will either be a. awkward or b. super nice and fun and friendly !! this can go in so many ways i’m just gonna let your imaginations flow !!

8. friends-with-benefits ; this is fun — maybe they’re not exactly fucking , just kissing and always flirting with each other as they go . some can be shameless , others more secretive & choosing to keep it away from their other friends , while some just show it off to the whole world. not necessarily a relationship , but not just friends either — this label can encompass the grey area between the two distinct platonic & romantic relationships, so go wild !! have fun with this idea ! woo !

9. enemies ; ok so who doesn’t love an angsty rivals/enemies plot ? and to top it off , maybe one has a thing for the other , or maybe they’ve done something wrong to the other , like blackmail them , cheat with their partner etc etc. or it could just be a competition for popularity or being number one in sports , studies , anything tbh !! this is fun & a really refreshing connections from all the types of friends you’ve got !! maybe even ‘we’re enemies in front of you but we’re fooling around behind your back’ ?

10. sweethearts ; they don’t have to necessarily ever date , just two very liked people who everyone seems to think are dating , or are fooling around . maybe they haven’t , and actually resent each other , or they’ve fucked and loved it too much but a parent disapproves of the relationship , it can go so many ways i’m just going to leave it at this !!

11. work buddies/class; this is very generic & more like acquaintances , but can also lead to something cool , like ‘hey we’re supposed to be doing a project but instead we’re egging your neighbor’s house’ or ‘i really like you and i know a lot about you but i’m going to pretend i don’t know a thing because then it’ll get awkward fast’. something along the lines of ‘weren’t you the person i had a one-night stand with?’ would also be neat !!

#unholyintro #× ┋JESSA — about.

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virtua · 5 years

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the contrast between bbs & dream drop is really interesting to me too, ive been thinking abt it today. those are the two games on higher end handheld hardware and theyre RADICALLY different, birth by sleep being linear & a lot of original lore and not simple, straightforward & unembellished combat... but the whole aesthetic of the game is very... natural-toned. all together it creates an experience that feels super grounded and weighty, there are stakes and things have consequences. the story is a tragedy, and as a whole the game is very solid

meanwhile dream drop distance is nearly the opposite with you being thrust immediately into the first world (with lore being presented in optional cutscenes). dream drop takes more risks with the gameplay with new ideas (some would argue gimmicks which, yeah, but im not trying to argue abt the value of these elements im just saying theyre present) and new minigames/bonusgames/etc (dream eaters, reality shifts, flick rush). bbs had its collection of bonus games and minigames too and i loved them but thats besides the point, and they werent integrated into the gameplay quite like dream drop’s are. for better or for worse the gameplay is saturated (note that i don’t say oversaturated, i think its still balanced, just never thin) and there’s a lot to do, a many ways to approach each encounter or situation (dream eaters again, flowmotion). not to mention the art direction, full of bright glowing colors and a general sense of warmth, with the overall theme of dreams stringing the whole game together. (granted, i’m only a few worlds into dream drop and the vibe of the game could shift radically but i kind of doubt that it will)

and then of course the drop system which is a TOTALLY different approach to a game with multiple necessary campaigns. bbs really is more story driven and i think that makes all the difference... if you had to swap between each of the wayfinder trio every 10-15 minutes the individual narratives, aka the main focus of the game, would become impossible to keep track of. in turn, in dream drop, if you had to do ALL of soras disney worlds and then ALL of rikus disney worlds thatd be equally as bothersome, because youd essentially be doing the same campaign twice with only minor story beat changes.

birth by sleep has a story to tell while dream drop has a framing device in the mark of mastery exam. birth by sleep has a game built to present the story, while dream drop distance has a story built to present the game.

this probably has everything to do with the audiences of the psp vs the 3ds, the 3ds being pushed as for kids while the psp was marketed to older kids & teens i think. sony’s brand is more grown-up and sleek in general while nintendo remains the family-friendly brand. that exactly is why i heard of dream drop when it came out in 2012 (and had a copy that i played for approx 2 hours), but didn’t know bbs existed until a few years ago when i actually got into the series

i just think it’s so interesting that two games in the same series with the same core combat mechanic (command deck), same ambition of having multiple campaigns happening simultaneously (be it concurrent events in the story or literal swapping between characters) both on handheld systems and released within 2 years of eachother- they can be so fundamentally different, and at the same time not so different that they’re unrecognizable as being part of the same whole. but that’s kingdom hearts’ whole thing, isn’t it? putting two things that Should Not work together (like final fantasy and disney) and by some magic making it work amazingly well

god i fucking love these games so much. theyre so special

#kingdom hearts #dream drop distance #birth by sleep #chatter #save #i need a tag for the schtwepid mini essays i write

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spicy-boi-loves-lancey-lance · 5 years

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Voltron Legendary Defender Season 8 (Spoilers) (Klance)

Good morning, good day, good evening... Good anything. Today I'm here to talk about something. That something is of course VLD season 8 (mostly Klance) because it left me with a strange impact that I haven't seen anyone feel except me. And if you read into this, and you ship Klance it might just make you feel that interesting feeling of getting what we wanted, albeit not exactly, but in a way. Also sorry if some things are off, I'm doing all this from memory.

So right of the bat, an unpopular opinion. I enjoyed season 8, quite a lot actually. I know it might be suprising, but I... As a Klance shipper don't hate A//urance in any way shape or form, I don't ship it. But can you blame me for not having the same opinion as you. I liked the moments between Lance and Allura, but my problem with them was that they came after they already canon. If you don't understand what I'm saying: The A//urance moment didn't help build their relationship, it established it after it was confirmed canon with a kiss. So, no I don't hate the ship at all. I respect what it is. I really do. I just don't ship it.

Now comes the main thing: Klance

So, just to explain a bit, this part is basically going to be a meta (about those strange ol' feelings of mine) with some canon moments thrown in.

To start of I wanted to say that for the majority of the season Lance didn't seem like himself. He was serious, cold... Odd. I know, it was a scary time, but that Lance that was there in the most awful of times was always the same, except in this season. The only times he reminded me of the Lance I know was when he was with Keith. And in a way that it just made me feel like I was in the middle of some early season, it was just... Lance.

Now, I feel I must adress one of the best scenes we've ever got between the two of them. The sunset scene... Ya know, when Klance was getting rough and I started to lose hope the last thing I would ever say ia that we would canonically have a Klance scene we call "The sunset scene". It was just so Lance and Keith. You know how I said Lance didn't seem like himself, well in this scene I felt that feeling of "this is them" so much. It was powerful. For a comedic little scene it was really powerful. Keith first said how Allura is going on a date with Lance because she likes him, that didn't really help Lance. Then he metioned himself if I'm not mistaken, something about Lance having his back, I think. And that cheered Lance up, not the fact that Keith as his "stability" knew Allura doesn't have anything against how Lance behaves, but the fact Keith made him realise Keith sees him as someone who is important to him. That scene means a lot to me.

The other very important scene is the when Allura is hurt, and Lance is scared for her. Keith reaches out to him, tells him she'll be alright. That doesn't seem to help Lance much. Then Keith mentions how much he and Lance have grown. And at that moment I realised what that feeling was. To put it bluntly Lance and I were experiencing the same feeling. I saw and felt that familiar feeling of a Lance I know, the Lance I love. While Lance felt the familiar feeling of someone who he can rely on. Someone who he knows, trusts. Who went through battles of his own. Keith and Lance can depend on each other. They can and have got each other's backs. While Allura put pressure on Lance, where he might've felt like he needed to make her feel good, and forget about himself (which is adorable of him, he's such a sweetheart). Allure surely didn't meant to do that but that's just how it was. With Allura he couldn't be himslef for those reasons. Because he had to focus on making her feel happy, because of all she's been through. That's the contrast; Allura and Lance are facing their own battles, but they are vastly different. Allura was facing loss, power, leadership, her people meant the most to her. Lance on the other hand was facing love, self discovery, his friends and family are the most important people in his life. While Lance and Keith might not face the same battles, Keith is able to be Lance's stability because Keith already beat his battles, he knows who he is. Allura was still facing her battles, just like Lance. Both of them couldn't rely completly on each other because neither of them were strong enough. Keith is Lance is strength, and vice versa. You remember that moment when Keith didn't want to lead Voltron, and it was Lance who first went to talk to him. Even when Lance wanted to pilot the black lion, he still put Keith as the more important one. I always had a feeling that moment would be important, I just didn't know when. So, yes. Lance and Keith can depend on eachother, Lance and Allura are to weak to do so.

Another very popular moment coming up, this will be the last big part of this post. You might've guessed what I'm talking about, if you didn't... I'm talking about "I think his like the future" -Lance (talking about Keith. This one also seemed like it would be important, and now I realised why. So you know how Lance was sad about Allura (unnecesarily) dying and he felt grief. Well that aforementioned sentence (in my eyes) confirms that Klance does become canon at some point in the reality of the show. Let me explain... So Lance greives for Allura, but after a certaint amount of time he has to let it go, not forget her, of course. Just let go of her. She was his past. But Keith is his future. After he realises he can't hold on to her forever. He goes to the one he can rely on, the one can rely on him. Because if he can let Allura go in the past, he can accept that Keith isn't only the future, Keith is HIS future. The "filler episodes" always foreshadowed stuff, right? Maybe this one foreshadowed Keith being Lance's future. After all, Keith isn't the future of the peope because he refused his role as emporor. So he's yet to achieve his title as the future, or has he? Of course with all of them being single (except Shiro) it leaves a lot up to the imagination. But this just seemed to fit like a missing puzzle peice.

So this won't be a long paragraph, I just noticed how one of the last moments of the show is a Klance paralel:

After Keith mentions how he denied his role as emporor, Lance says "Classic Keith". Which might be a paralel to when after Lance comes out of the haling pod, and starts flirting with Allura Keith says "Classic.". And I think that is the perfect paralel, becuase when Keith said ot was jealousy (or it at least sounded like it), but when Lance said it, it was clearly a joke. It reflects on how much they grown.

BONUS While watching the first episode, I realised that when Allura and Lance were at Lance's home, Veronica asked Lance to hook her up with Keith... Lance got so fucking defensive omg.

So TL;DR Klance totally got together in canon, because they are strong together.

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My Feelings on Roy Endoza

sooo i wrote this basically after a big thing happened in our campaign. it was basically a way to vent to myself and i never ended up sending it until now. anyway, here’s a couple of ramblings.

It’s Carter and it’s finally getting to the end of Campaign 2. It’s been over a year since Roy Endoza has existed as my character and he’s so different to how I originally imagined him. Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings so I’ll divide it up into categories. I’m writing this as how I’m feeling so it makes sense its whatever comes to mind first and makes sense chronologically but you can read it how you want but this is gonna be definitely from the most impactful things to the least.

Basically my Thoughts on how I wrote Roy

For starters, he was this unempathetic doctor who stole corpses from hospitals to practice necromancy for fun, and lies about being dead because its hilarious. I eventually evolved him into this gentle guy who adores the people he loves because I decided to give him a boyfriend; Milo Corazon (his name is cute because it means “My Heart”. Roy’s name means nothing symbolic). Milo was just meant to be there to make him have more depth as a character, and that’s exactly what I did. I got really attached to him though, and I came to the realization that I need to seperate Roy from Milo for the campaign to start.

And as tropey as it is, I decided to kill him. And I didnt just want him to die from illness or an accident or get “murdered by a syndicate”. Milo is soft, he’s innocent and gentle and sweetness and sunshines and thats exactly why Roy Endoza fell for him. So I made Roy kill him through the irony of his own necrotic practices.

Since even before the campaign started I’ve been threading it along that Roy is dead. He’s a corpse who was brought back from the gods mysteriously. I even faked being a cleric. It’s a fake backstory I made to counter the real one, and everybody believed it. It didnt counter anything, it made sense.

And even before that, I’ve known he was going to lie and I’ve known he was going to try to use necromancy to bring his boyfriend back and I’ve known he was going to continually lie to keep himself safe.

Basically my Thoughts on Royce

At the start of the campaign he got the letter. An opportunity. He met Fox only a while after his accident and he got attached.. to this lost confused boy who was just as lost as he was. And then we met all of you.

Shortly after, I told Ayce about my “lie” first... and then Ayce had the exact same thing going on and I took it as an opportunity. I saw the opportunities with Roy betraying Ayce and using him. And I thought about how fucking beautiful it would be if they were a romance and how much more impactful it would be if they were. Not only did it make sense with Roy’s motives of finding a way to bring back Milo, but it made sense for Roy and Ayce to “empathise” with eachother after going through “the same thing”. And holy fuck I took that opportunity and RAN with the wind and I’ve not regretted it.

I absolutely fucking adore Royce even for those messed up reasons. It just works. Ayce is absolutely the type of boy that’s Roy’s type. Kind of small and good for hugging, has fluffy hair and a nice smile, a bit cheeky and dumb but still clever and really charismatic.. and the relationship between the necrotic boys and bonding over that was a bonus. It probably would have worked in a universe where Ayce’s life wasnt fucked and Roy chose not to do necromancy. It was sweet and cute and perfect without the angst but it was heartbreaking and tragic and awful WITH the angst. I loved the potential for the love and cute bits and even more so I loved the potential for all the heartbreak and the angst.

Endoza loves Milo Corazon with every ounce of his heart and he was interested in Ayce because it was Ayce that made him know it was possible. Truly, and really possible, to bring back someone from the dead.

I know that’s evil for me as a player to continue this plotline but it made sense in character. Roy was interested. And it was mistaken for romantic interest.

And Roy... didn’t mind. He genuinely loves Ayce. More than he expected to for just a person he was going to use as a stepping stool for his goal (it sounds awful, I’ve KNOWN this). And I as the player loved it.. I loved Royce because not only did I get to attach my character to something else but it just worked so well narratively. It was unexpected and it was beautiful and it was tragic and I’ve known that the honeymoon phase of Royce was only going to last for a few months before it collapsed into this deep well of never turning back and yet I kept pushing and chugging for this relationship to happen bc I really wanted the drama that I knew would come along with it (also it just WORKS narratively)

Basically my Thoughts on The Gods / Being a Champion

To be honest I’m unsure how none of you ever found my story to be bullshit when Roy himself never had faith in the gods. He has absolutely no relationship with his god and he only used them as a stepping stone for his lie and it worked, even though I messed up so many times and admitted I never trusted them.

Which.. why would Roy trust a God who doesnt know him at all? Or even more so, if the God supposedly knows “everything about Roy” yet didn’t attempt to stop Roy on his endeavour of necromancy despite being heavily against necrotic magic. Or why the Gods who are so against necromancy would choose a boy who was bought back to life and a necromancer himself. It was silly and Roy thinks the gods were stupid in their choosings.

In his mind Roy believes that the gods have no power. They’re weak and that’s why they make people to their gritty work, because they can’t do it themselves. In his mind, Roy doesn’t quite believe everything their saying. Roy Endoza doesn’t care about about being a champion, but he’s curious...

Beshaba was obviously wanting the keys because of their immense power, so he thought that maybe he can use it for himself. Unlock a power that nobody else has or could, use it not for anyone but himself and Milo. He wasn’t on anyone’s side. Neither the gods or Beshaba. He only wants to save his loved ones and himself even if it meant committing blasphemy.

The first time I ever talked to Lathandar he was already so far down the rabbit hole. Roy already had no respect for the gods and was going through with his plans anyway, so his god trying to talk him out to it just felt like a massive joke to him. Why do you care now when you never cared before?

But yet I asked him questions anyway. To use him, to find out more. I asked him about the magic readings and I asked him about the keys and I asked him about the world beyond Sanctuary and I asked him about Beshaba.

All to find out that the gods are.. basically inefficient and that they were evil once. That beyond sanctuary they were corrupt and then they suddenly “grew a conscious” (Roy finds it hard to believe that people, even Gods, can just “stop being corrupt”) and when they got embarrassed of their actions, closed off the rest of the world. They do nothing except sit and let their champions do things and are scared of Beshaba; one God vs the four of them. But why are they scared when they have collective power and the keys? They could banish Beshaba themselves with their power alone. This is why Roy doesn’t (and has never) believed in what the gods stand for. He is only using them, and the only reason he stayed was because of Ayce and Fox.

As I’m writing this, it’s just after the Gala episode. I’ve put my heart and soul and emotions into Roy so a part of my kind of has a distaste for them too (I’m so fking sorry Keiran but theyre just so lazy I cant 😭)

Anyway, it's weird. I've been playing this entire campaign knowing that everybody puts their entire faith and trust into the gods but I just never have.. (or at least Roy doesn't so it's hard for me too). I'm really only following them to benefit myself, and that's exactly what happened but I can't help but feel like Beshaba might actually be trying to save us from this prison of the world they've made (or something poetic like that). I guess I also just think it's because it might be cool that the main villain was the good guys all along and we were the bad guys. Maybe it turns out that I'll be wrong, and I won't even be mad for it. But maybe I'll be right and I'll be the smuggest bitch in the world. Who knows what will happen.

I guess some insight on how I feel abt Roy and the PCs

I guess it doesn't really matter bc at this point in the campaign I've already made my actions and set myself as a villain. Whether or not you guys see me as one is a mystery and I'm both dreading and excited what your pinions on Roy will be as he's made his downfall into a villain.

It's funny, to be honest. With the way I wrote him, I always was going to make him progressively more hatable. He starts off as a trustworthy guy but you eventually find out that he was lying about his past to cover up for himself. He breaks the trust of the players and he uses them for his own progressive goal. But when I wrote him, I thought playing a character like this would be hilarious. I've played him exactly how I imagined, even better than I imagined, but I didn't think I'd feel so attached and heartbroken breaking your trust.

I think for the entire campaign I've believed that it was possible to save him.. maybe just talking to him and getting him to open up a bit more. It might have made all the difference. I'm not blaming my actions as Roy on the players not helping him, bc it definitely was Roy's fault, but I like to think of the alternate universe where I felt less lonely bc despite having friends and a boyfriend there was so many points where Roy just feels so alone and I just felt this deep pit in my chest from that lonliness. It's so dumb and stupid how much love I've put into Roy that I can feel what he feels.

And so all that fighting after Solardome when our friends got kidnapped, all the arguing and the stress and disagreements and then eventually Fox leaving and Ayce not interacting.. it was all just little pieces of sadness and loneliness trickling down and then by that point it was just too late to save him.. I like to think that maybe if it was a bit earlier then he could have got over it. Changed his mind, maybe.

Despite that all and desite feeling stressed and lonely and mad and everything that Roy ever felt, I've absolutely loved writing and playing this genuinely good person and seeing him turn rotten and become a villain on his own without realizing it. I never thought I would ever write a character go from the top and fall to bedrock, or even that I'd do it

well

, but he's so much. I think right now I love it. I love the drama I love the suspense and I love seeing what you'll all think of when you discover the Fall Of Roy.

Basically my Thoughts on Miss Winters

So the campaign moves on and I meet Miss Winters pretty shortly and we make a deal to "Discover How To Bring The Dead To Life". It was shortly after I met Ayce so I was aware it was possible. Roy absolutely had nothing to lose at this point, and he would do anything so he said yes. So for the duration of the campaign we helped each other trade information and most importantly look for a spirit stone.

At Solardome, the President Medeanne asked us to eradicate the witch and her skeletons and provide proof. And Roy wrecklessly put himself at the forefront without thinking. At that point I thought maybe she had lost her mind or something.

And then we unmasked her and she was dead. A rotted corpse.

And after making you all leave; I killed her.

Roy Endoza’s never had difficulty putting down the undead and so one more wasn’t a huge deal, but at the time it felt like such a loss because it was his only connection to information. In the end, it hadn’t of mattered because we retrieved a spirit stone anyway.

It was really only about a session or two later when I realized that I never actually killed Miss Winters. I only killed the corpse she was controlling and that real Miss Winters ran off with two spirit stones.

And so it took a LONG time (or at least in real time lmao) before we ended up going back to Origin, which was the only place I knew where to contact her and she was.. gone.

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