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dreadsuitsamus · 7 months

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hi! i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but.. could i please request a vegeta x human!reader who’s heavily tattooed (legs, arms)? i have no real idea for a plot line for it but gather it’s not something he’s seen a whole lot of since coming to earth - if at all! happy for either SFW or NSFW, completely up to you if you don’t mind the idea? have a lovely day!

For Fun | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this idea has absolutely made my day. it just begs for a sweet little vegeta learning moment, since normally it's him explaining saiyan culture. i have chosen the sfw path here! it's also funny bc i've been contemplating tattoos lol and a vegeta tattoo has been on the brain for some time now. thank you for your request!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, reader has tattoos, some nudity but no smut or anything remotely nsfw, post-namek but pre-androids and cell

You can feel Vegeta's eyes on you as you work on his suit, Bulma's lab being the only place you feel comfortable sharing space with him in— the racket of the tools at the very least would alert somebody of something nefarious happening. Your dear sister just had to have a soft heart (or rather, quite the boner) for the Saiyan, and now it's you that suffers the consequences while you patch up the blue suit with a precise needle and thread.

"I'm not going to ruin it." You snark at him, not exactly happy to be in his presence. He's a murderer! "I've fixed it for you before without an issue." Bulma's doing her best to copy whatever material this suit is made of, but she's having trouble competing with alien technology— though she'll certainly have it figured out soon. She's a petty thing on the regular, but test her intelligence with a challenge like this and she's more stubborn than acne on an asscheek.

"Mm." He never talks much, at least. But as you stretch your arm out to pull the thread taught, Vegeta moves to take your wrist in his hand. While strong and easily capable of smashing your poor bones to smithereens, his touch is on the softer side.

"What in the world are you doing?" Are aliens unaware of personal space??

Ignoring you initially, Vegeta's gloved fingers curiously glide along your forearm, eyes focused on the artwork adorning your skin. "Your tattoos make little sense. What sort of culture is this?"

"Culture?" You repeat the word dumbly, fighting the urge that lingers just under your skin, heart rate picking up as you will yourself not to shiver at his touch.

"These flowers and symbols, what do they represent? I've been on Earth long enough to know the culture here is nothing like these— furthermore, the lab rat has none at all."

The laugh that bubbles from your chest is easy. Perhaps Earth is the only planet, or one of few, with inhabitants that indulge in tattoos for pleasure rather than cultural representation. "They aren't part of any culture, Vegeta."

"Then what are they?" His brow furrows rather adorably, his lips pulling into a pout as you laugh at his ignorance.

"For fun."

"You marked yourself permanently for fun?"

"Sure did. I got tons of 'em. Some of 'em mean somethin', but for the most part they just bring me joy."

Vegeta releases you finally, shaking his head in a way that reminds you of your father when you first started inking up. "Silly Earth woman…"

"Oh come on. Tell me they aren't pretty." You smirk softly, eyes glittering with the twinkles of mischief. This is a new light on Vegeta, one that perhaps drew Bulma's generosity his way in the first place.

"Tch." A blush rises to his cheeks and he looks away, staring a hole into the wall. "They're not ugly."

A not-so-pretty snort escapes you as you resume patching the suit up, tying and clipping off the end of the thread after the hole is closed up. "I got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. I was young and dumb and in love with a guy I thought I would be with forever." You murmur softly, pulling up the leg of your sweatpants to show off the heart by your ankle. It's old and faded by now, but your lips still pull into a smile at it.

Vegeta takes the moment to examine it, brushing a curious knuckle over the tattoo. His curiosity is sweet, and this must've been on his mind for ages now— it's not like him to get handsy or remotely talkative at all. "Saiyans never took part in these."

It makes all the sense in the world; from what you've pieced together by Vegeta's quiet, rarely spoken about tales of home and with the love for fighting that gushes from both his and Goku's hearts, Saiyans aren't exactly sentimental. "Well… You're on Earth now. You could get a tattoo just for the hell of it."

"I have no need." Vegeta looks away again, and you shrug to yourself.

"They're not for everyone, I guess." You hold the repaired suit out, feeling a tad bummed out that the sight of him in a tank top and sweatpants will be gone soon, but a lilt of surprise thrums in your heart when he sets it on the table and looks at you instead.

"Do you… have more of them?"

You laugh and tug at your t-shirt, pulling it off in the face of the blushing prince and revealing several more tattoos, most of which he's never seen before. "You got time?"

"You could certainly warn a man before you start stripping." He grumbles out, forever the prude even in the face of a gorgeous woman and her body.

"So sorry." Your tease bounces off of him as his curious fingers run along the lines on your tummy, sides and just below your breast. You're bare to him almost entirely, as you've never worn a bra at home and certainly didn't intend to start just because a man moved in, though his eyes and touch are calmly curious and genuinely interested in the artwork you're laced with, rather than the perky breasts and soft skin that would have most men acting a fool by now.

It almost has you feeling ugly, though that near-permanent tint of red that dusts his cheekbones reminds you otherwise.

"Don't forget the one on my back." Your murmur is gentle, only there to invite him further into the journey without jostling his concentration too much. And he takes your advice, stepping behind you while tracing the intricate linework of the massive tattoo, pausing at the sight of the gorgeous mural on your back. You've spent quite a bit of money on this, suffered the pain of the needle piercing and permanently scarring your skin to the patterns that'll forever mark you, and the admiration Vegeta has for your commitment alone is monumental.

Even gloved, his touch warms your skin in the lab's cool conditions and that little spot on your back, the one that had you shaking and embarrassed as your tattoo artist that, bless his resilience, dealt with with more care than a fucking surgeon to properly tattoo, flutters against the accidental tickle. You shift, muffling a laugh into your palm and there's a pause before Vegeta drags his fingertips over the spot again, and then once more.

"Your laugh isn't ugly either." He mutters and steps away, the warmth of his proximity erased and goosebumps covering your body now.

Standing ten toes down and looking over your shoulder, your lips twist in gentle glee upon catching his dark eyes with your own. It's taken some time, but you've finally found what Bulma saw in Vegeta that allowed him into your shared home.

He's flustered by such intimacy and he quickly snatches his Saiyan suit up before rushing towards the door. "Put a shirt on, you vile woman, or you'll catch a cold." Vegeta grumbles out, hightailing it towards the comfort of his gravity room and far away from whatever the hell just happened.

"Must be the first time he touched a woman." You snicker, tugging your shirt on and cleaning up the mess, lest your sister properly bitch you out for it later on.

The ghost of his touch remains, and even under the duress of several times Earth's gravity, Vegeta's palms fondly remember the feeling of your skin.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #dbz imagine #vegeta imagine #vegeta #x reader #x you #reader insert

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d-lissa · 11 months

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Liveblogging TMA - Season 1 - MAG 16-18

Swattin and swattin and swattin Tis little else you hear And we'll soon be dead and forgotten With the cost of living so dear

"Pity the Poor Spiders", Don Marquis.

ARACHNOPHOBIA :

... Forever in awe of Jonathan's narration. That was a lot of emotion, for something he for sure thought, the entire fucking time, dumb and non-sensical.

That being said, I am so close to try and punch him in the face. Yes, the tale was positively ridiculous, but I never heard of a corpse being COMPLETELY encased in webs from the inside out. I still refuse to consider him a skeptic, and he's just proving my point, this is just plain, flat out denial right here !

Still, not the kind of episode I expected on the topic of spiders, considering the theory I had going, but it actually ... Kind of fits ?

At first, hearing this, I thought that spiders weren't important in the end, but fact remains that "The Dreamer" showed us that deaths are represented through webs.

At the time, I thought maybe that whatever spider that spinned it was the personification of Fate, and brushed away it being the one of death, but this kind of makes me reconsider my answer.

Firstly though, who even was this guy ? Every other episode, we basically had an entire portrait of the one making the statement, but this guy is just ... Some random person ? No addresses given, no names of people he knew, just a cat and spiders, spiders and spiders. We know laughably little about him, what's up with that ? Did they maybe change the formula or something ?

Anyway, back onto the topic, WHAT IF. Death IS a spider. And it rules over everything, obviously, but there are spiders that are its ... Minions, I shall call them. So there is the Spider, and the spiders. One of those minion spiders got killed, and asked for revenge because it was really fucking petty, and the Spider agreed, for whatever reason.

Maybe because It is just as petty as the rest. Spiders sounds like they would be petty.

...

Yes, this is ridiculous, but I legitimately can nothink of anything to say of this episode, so crack theory it is !

But I had enough fun with that, onto the next one.

I wonder if it'll be as grotesquely ridiculous as this one was.

THE BONETURNER'S TALE :

"And from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took."

... Well. That one sure was cheery, wasn't it. Grotesque indeed.

More Leitners, and their weird powers and effects, that has sent even a man so deep in denial that he has taken permanent residency to Egypt such as Jonathan Sims in a frenzy.

Again, I will not stop asking myself questions until we get some answers about the case.

I was under the impression that Leitners were only books on esotheric and demonology, but it seems like even somethingas harmless as a fairy tale isn't safe from its evil. At least, this one we know what it read.

I feel like it is safe that Sebastian was killed by whatever was left of Jared. The Keays, who have been in possession of one, or multiple, of those Leitners seems in a much better condition that the poor bully ended up in, despite being in the market for longer, so it gives more credit to the idea that those books shouldn't be handled by living people.

Other than the main mystery, we got more information on the Lukas, from "Alone", the institute, and have (finally) met Elias, though in a very detached way.

RIP to Naomi, our dear Head Archivist is a very stubborn person, that doesn't care much for sociality, or common decency, it seems.

If I thought that the institute was suspicious before, this impression is only heightened by the fact that those equally suspicious people that I was sure were probably members of a cult have control over it. And are invested in the work it provides, since they financially support it.

Considering that the institute is considered a joke among the supernatural community, I have to wonder why the Lukas, who had seemed pretty cut and dry and no-nonsense would support them if the institute wasn't actually competent at something. Something they are probably looking for.

Something else that has intrigued me this episode is that ... Adage, for lack of a better term, mentionned in the closing statement.

"Record and study, not interfere or contain."

Is that then the goal of the institute ? Not decide, nor help, but research only ?

Does that mean that the institute wasn't the one who first took care of the Leitners then ? Otherwise, they wouldn't have destroyed the books. So it must have been the work of someone else, and the Institute only recorded the event. At least, that's what makes sense if this is how the Head of the Institute presents the work.

I am ... Very confused, the more and more I learn about this entire thing.

Invigorating, I tell you.

THE MAN UPSTAIRS :

"I don’t know quite how to explain it, other than to tell you that it opened its eyes. It opened all its eyes."

Welp.

That one was positively disgusting.

I guess that, after war and death, this is to be pestilence or famine. Both would fit anyway, though I am not quite sure of what the goal was in the end.

Not much else to say, although that now that we've heard of the horseman causing diseases and such, I am starting to become worried about Martin.

Still haven't met him, but talk about a coincidence right there.

This entire thing was pretty cut and dry though, and if pestilence isn't the answer, then I have no clue what else it could be. I do hope I'm wrong on this one.

I am starting to wonder how long it's been since Jonathan has started to do this. Few weeks, probably less ? What does he do when he isn't recording the files ?

Anyway, this is to be a wrap for this post. We have reached the two parter that make up the middle of the season, surely it deserves its own liveblog.

The quote of the post will be :

"Words are a way of taking your thoughts, the very make-up of yourself, and giving them to another.Putting your thoughts in the mind of someone else."

End Liveblogging.

#tma #the magnus archive #liveblogging #liveblog-tma

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serenheist · 3 years

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What Taehyung is like in a relationship/ Taehyung as a boyfriend Tarot reading

How long does it take him to get into a relationship? & Does he prefer long or short term relationships 8 of cups, queen of swords, 10 of pentacles 9 of pentacles reversed, 4 of cups

Ffs the queen of swords always pops up. Anyway yeah I don’t see him getting into anything quickly. He could’ve in the past but I think past relationships left him drained af and feeling alienated. I think he has a shit ton of walls up and is a lot more no nonsense now. It’s probably intimidating and more blunt to others because he wants to get to the heart of why someone is trying to get with him since so many people try to pull the same shit and fuck around with him like he’s dumb. He does not settle for anything other than what he wants. If he can’t find “the one” then he legit just rather be alone. It looks like he’s now more focused on building a Legacy though and something serious and long term so he has no desire to just jump into something with anyone. He basically would wait it out and get to know them long before deciding he trusts them enough and feels comfortable enough to show his emotions and not be so aloof.

I feel like he’d be the type to not show much interest at first because he really needs to scope the person out. So the person probably wouldn’t even know he actually likes them. Actually he could be a little too jaded and bored to the point of turning away everyone even though he does want a relationship. But in his mind there’s too many people being carbon copies and trying to swindle him for his money bruh for real all of bts are having this problem like damn it keeps reoccurring. Idk why it seems like there’s people also trying to use money to get with him like they’re rich and they think he’ll just want someone loaded. Like dude he’s already rich so that doesn’t work and to him them having a ton of money means Jack shit when they have the personality of a damn rock.

Past & present love life 10 of swords, 2 of pentacles present: the hermit, 5 of wands

Past love life: welp. Do I really need to explain the 10 of swords. I think actually that he had all this past trauma and shit from relationships and even other shit he still hasn’t dealt with but there was no time to even process that because he had to get back to work and act like he was fine. I think he’s the type of person that buries himself in his career when he experiences traumatic stuff that he doesn’t want to deal with. And of course it’s easier when you’re busy 24/7 anyway. This relationship betrayed him in every way tbh but maybe it was a catalyst for better things to come though he still might not see this right now. Present: I don’t see him in a relationship now currently cause the hermit but also being a major arcana it’s like he’s really in a life stage right now where he just wants to be alone because there’s so much conflict going on and he’s feeling anxious and having all these negative pessimistic thoughts that he just needs time to himself. I don’t think he very optimistic about his love life right now he’s lost a lot of hope. Things are too chaotic elsewhere to focus on romance.

What is he like in a relationship? the chariot, ace of cup, Unicorn, fae 61, solus 13, vanth, the sun reversed, anger and chains 29, justice, 2 of swords reversed, 3 of cups reversed, avenoir 1, princess of pentacles,ta’om the poet 29, ace of swords, Thanatos

What is he like in a relationship? When he’s in a relationship he really puts all his focus on that person and will go above and beyond for them. There’s a kind of masculine and feminine balance in him in the sense that he’s ready to be the go getter and take charge but there’s also a vulnerable energy and overflowing emotions. He works hard to take care of his person and make the relationship work . The only downside is he could possibly be too smothering to his partner or come on too strongly because of past shit and maybe too clingy for some people since in a relationship he really shows his softer side and he’s not as aloof as he is to others. He loves to have little house parties with his partner and have friends and family over with a ton of food and music.

For date ideas he’s down for anything but especially something “magical” maybe literally some place like Disneyland or pagan festival like beltane? That’s specific af but there’s a medieval type of energy and nature spirits and shit, he wants to do stuff he hasn’t done before and that might even be outside his comfort zone since G. Hobyah card is all about imaginary fears and getting past them. The best qualities he has in a relationship is the ability to help his partner stand on their own 2 feet but also recognizes that you can’t do everything on your own so he’s the type of person who would go above and beyond and connect you to the right people or situations. He’s always there when his partner really needs them and will make sure to put time aside.

His worst quality is that I don’t think he knows how to express his anger in a healthy way. I think with the sun reversed next to anger and chains it’s more like he doesn’t know how to fully show it it’s kinda repressed but his emotions under the exterior are a hot mess and there’s a big need for stability. It’s like being too stubborn to admit when you mess up and petty shit cause it hurts his ego. But I don’t think it’s super bad considering the justice card I used to represent his communication style. I feel that even if he gets mad af he gets over things really quickly and one minute he’s be angry and 10 minutes later he’ll be asking you what you want for dinner like wtf.

When he likes someone he’s not going to jump in and immediately go approach them. I see him instead watching them intently from afar lol he’s very cautious and like gathering everything he can on that person. Dude’s a 1st class stalker. Jk But the thing is the person wont even know he is interested in them because he keeps a serious face as a kind of mask but on the inside he’s like a giddy kid. Ta’om is known for looking serious and thoughtful but is actually very playful and slightly mischievous. I think Taehyung is definitely one to start off as friends and slowly get to know someone rather than just start dating because he really wants to know that person well to see how real they are and if they’re just putting up a front.

He’s not attracted to new shiny things that are perfect he’s able to see the beauty in all things even in difficulty. After he’s been friends with them for awhile and knows if that person like him back, that’s when he’d actually make a move. He finds a lot of satisfaction in doing services for others until they’re completed so it makes me think his love language (giving) is acts of service but with the ace of swords is pretty obvious his Receiving love language is words of affirmation but moreso he appreciates when someone is blunt and honest and not just saying stuff to make him feel better cause then it’s just insincere.

What is his ideal type? the ageless, the star, the singer of healing 10, el shaddai, protection 26, ram, the maestro, fae 41, the sage 19, king of cups reversed, himself 17, danu, death reversed, obsession

His type: this person seems to have had some messed up stuff happen to them in their past. Even when others were horrible to them they still kept their dignity and chose to still give to others instead of give in to bitterness and despair. It’s like the Phoenix where no matter how many times they metaphorically die, they can still rise up even better than before. I think they’re able to help heal others because they’ve been through the trauma themselves but they know how to be honest and blunt without being overly mean about it. They have a kid of tough exterior though I think from years of negativity from people that’s made them strong but also a little distant from people and they need a lot of time to themselves to recharge and get away from peoples bs. Honestly this seems a lot like Taehyung too lol I think he wants someone who’s been through similar traumas.

The ram keeps calling out to me that I think this persons way of showing love is a little aggressive but that’s what Taehyung likes in someone tbh. It’s not like actually showing love it’s hard to explain. It’s more so you know when someone tries to act like sarcastic and shit to hide the fact that they like someone? Idk why it reminds me of toph from avatar the last airbender where she just punches people to show affection it’s kinda like that. Cause they’re not good at being really vulnerable. They put on this brave face and are pretty good at it to the point where you won’t notice that they’re jealous seeing you hang out with someone else. But this person is really independent like I’m not joking lmao and a go getter they don’t rely on anyone really. And don’t give a fuck who you are.

There’s 2 healing cards and honestly why is this person so similar to Taehyung lol this person is great at helping or healing others but again has to realize it’s okay to also get help for yourself. They think maybe that they’re fine on their own and they don’t like relying on others for help because people disappoint you and it’s easier to just do it yourself. But they’re really good at giving advice and are lot nicer than their exterior let’s on. Bruh the star card makes my mind keep playing that I’m gonna be a star song by twice lmao stop. I think this person actually is a star or is working up to it cause they have huge plans. This isn’t someone just wanting a mundane job I think they’re gonna go big.

Especially paired with the ram talking about they go for big dreams and huge successes. This person won’t stop until they accomplish their dreams they really don’t care what others say and will go to the extremes to get there. I see they have a lot of talents anyway but some people were like saying negative shit that their dreams are impossible but they’re learning to set boundaries with other people and it’s more of a just move in silence energy. Also usually I don’t say zodiac signs but since it’s a major arcana it might play some significance but Aquarius might be prominent in their chart (nvm I just remembered Taehyung has venus in Aquarius so duh you dumbass it wouldn’t be that out there to think he’d be drawn to Aquarius qualities).

I wonder if this person is into astrology though given all the glyphs. I think this is someone Taehyung has been trying to manifest and call in too like wishing on a star for a looooong time and maybe thought it wouldn’t come but boy does the universe have a surprise for you. They really are future oriented thinkers and know a lot about spirituality I think that a big part of who they are I really don’t think they’d be completely atheist or not care about spiritual topics. They give a lot without much thought in return and can talk about anything with openness and honesty. With Taehyung they’d teach him everything under the sun. He likes when he can share all this knowledge especially about weirder topics with someone who isn’t going to dismiss him. I see them really encouraging him to try new things and show him things he never knew were possible. They treat him like he finally belongs somewhere in the world.

This shit is kinda spooky because both the maestro guy and illbe the retriever are holding orbs/a little white ball close to them and they speak of the same thing. This person really protects Taehyungs hopes and dreams. Also they themselves obviously represent a dream that Taehyung thought was long gone and impossible. I think it can be taken literally too lol to mean that when Taehyung is being forgetful af. This person is that type of person who has your keys already when you think you lost them. They’re really the more responsible one in the relationship lmao helping him to be more organized and get his life together. The next set of cards I used to represent what his biggest turn ons are. This isn’t in a sexual way though lmao I meant the qualities he likes the most in his ideal type. Already I noticed how all the cards are facing straight ahead and looking right at you so it makes me think this person has some intense ass eye contact and looks intimidating and they got a rbf.

With the king of cups reversed I don’t think they’re actually these heartless cold bitches and that Taehyung is turned on by that because the sage card is upright and talks about the same shit but this is a person definitely who looks colder but is actually kind on the inside. He kinda likes people who look cold like that but are actually sweethearts. This person is not one of those super lovey-dovey people or uses pet names and babytalk like “my sweet baby Taehyung” whatever I think they find it very cringe. They have some trauma from when they were kids where they felt as if they aren’t allowed to act very emotional because people will think they’re weak and take advantage of them (this is just their beliefs about themselves) they instead act very macho or tough again lol like Toph from ATLA idk why I keep thinking of her but there’s like a kinda tomboy energy but they’re really not heartless they just need the right person to feel comfortable around and need to work on opening up emotionally.

There’s so much masculine and yang energy but then at the end you see this motherhood figure so it again really makes me think it’s a front and this person is so nurturing and that’s what really draw Taehyung to them. He loves the most that this person knows so much about the most random things and esoteric topics. They value tradition and stability but they also understand the need for growth and change they’re the perfect balance. Communication is really a big thing for Taehyung it’s a reoccurring theme in this. Someone who is very good at communicating and are action oriented. They say what they mean and mean what they say. It’s very important that they are their own unique individual self and have their own goals and skills and hobbies.

This person is probably a powerful manifester too and sets their intentions and goes after them. They have so much power and confidence also with the himself card they could be a dancer or love dance since he’s a dancer faerie they’re very much into creative shit. They seem very natural and not the type who got work done or wears too much makeup idk there’s like a wild energy lol like this bitch is from the damn forest. If someone attacked Taehyung this person would literally drop kick someone even if the person was bigger than them. Danu card is always protective and nurturing but ferocious if you mess with their person. Like “idc what you do to me but if you touch my guy I’ll end you”.

Now onto what Taehyung’s biggest turn offs in general are: death reversed and obsessed card lol oh god bro I am fucking done. His biggest turn off is when someone makes him the center of their universe. I mean this in the extreme way like “omg you’re my one and only we’re meant to be I think about you 5000 times a day and have an entire closet with all your pictures and I document your entire life” 👀 and he’s like uhh can you get a damn hobby? (That doesn’t involve me) Cause imagine someone’s entire life revolves around you. It’s sweet at first I guess? Lmaoo then it’s just creepy and like they have no life or personality without you. Death reversed is like something is plaguing you and following you around, pestering and annoying you. He must’ve experienced this shit irl lmao if it’s this strong with a major arcana to come up as a turn off. Cause major arcana are big ass life lessons. Like they thought he wouldn’t know they were secretly obsessed with his ass and used other people like his friends to get closer to him but I’m telling you Taehyungs intuition is something else and he always knows when people are some obsessed crazies. This is exactly why he’s so cautious now because of bs like that he can’t trust anyone. Like please stop acting like Jodi Arias and have some self respect.

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foxzcomics · 3 years

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DSMP Sanders Sides AU?

This is an AU me and my friend came up with (they don’t have a tumblr, if they do get one I’ll tag them), this is very much a Work in progress (W.I.P), but we’ve had some fun with it. The basic premise is that every member of the SMP has their own sides. It’s a known fact, so it’s not weird to see someone talking to themself. People can’t see each other's sides, you can only see your own, (Tommy can’t see Ranboo’s sides, but Ranboo can see his own sides) (I hope that makes sense) I won’t go too in depth in this post, just a basic overview of what me and my friend came up with. We haven’t done all the characters in the SMP, these are all the ones we’ve done so far.

The characters we have done and their sides are under the cut.

Starting off with Tommy sides, we have: Tommy has two Chaos sides, Disk Innit, and Patriot Innit. Disk Innit embodies mostly harmless fun, mainly when Tommy started the drug van with Wilbur, the cartel, and silly money making schemes that tend to involve drug dealers. Disk Innit doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he just wants to annoy them or make them laugh. Patriot Innit is a different story. He causes problems on purpose, and likes to cause others issues. Patriot Innit is the one who gets into the wars and conflicts, and even starts them. However, he is very loyal, and will fight for what he cares for till the very end. Loud Innit is the embodiment of just how much Tommy screams and yells, and other such things. He embodies the need for attention, for people to see Tommy and acknowledge him. He hates being ignored, and people disagreeing with him. He’s known to buddy up with both chaos sides a lot. Clingy Innit is well, Tommy’s clingy side. He’s a very shy side, and doesn’t fully interact as much. He’s the one who calls others clingy, and when people call him out for being clingy, Clingy Innit will back off fast (mostly replaced with a chaos side or Loud Innit). Clingy Innit hates the idea of losing those he cares for, and has strong opinions about everyone. They buddy up with Loud Innit sometimes when they’re feeling brave, which isn’t often. Finally, we have Exile Innit. This is the side that deals with most of Tommy’s trauma. He’s the fight or flight, the one who eats the gapples when he feels the slightest bit of danger, the panic from an unexpected noise. He’s the opposite of Loud Innit, preferring to slink away and keep safe rather than be seen or heard in fear of being hurt again. He rarely works with the other sides, preferring to stay secluded.

Then we have Awesamdude. His sides are: Dad, the one who cares a lot about any of the children on the server, mostly Tommy. He worries about Tommy constantly, and is very protective over him and the other children. He is stubborn and refuses to give up on those he cares for. Warden, the one who runs the prison. He’s strict, uncaring, and his top priority is the prison and making sure Dream doesn’t escape. He does care about the others, but they're not his top priority. Warden doesn’t get along with the other sides, he wants to, but he puts his job first. So he’ll listen to the other sides when he can, as long as it doesn’t hinder his work. He and Dad have a rocky relationship, Dad thinks he could care more, Warden thinks Dad cares too much about the others. Then he has Valentine. Valentine cares deeply for Ponk, and wants to save him from the egg, and to spend as much time as he can with Ponk. Valentine and Dad get along, but Valentine and Warden have a horrible relationship, and have even gotten into physical fights with each other. Sam has a hard time with his sides, as they never seem to get along, and it makes things much harder than it has to be.

Badboyhalo’s sides are: Wholesomeboyhalo, a kind hearted and sweet demon. He just wants to make sure everything is kid friendly and doesn’t like conflict that much. He cares deeply for his friends as well. Wholesomeboyhalo represents just the overall vibe that BBH wants to keep around himself, where people are happy and don’t make crude or mean jokes. He’s happy most of the time, and a joy to be around. Annoyedboyhalo is the side for whenever BBH gets annoyed about anything. He’s quick to call people out and not afraid to yell. He and Wholesomeboyhalo are friends, as annoyedboyhalo wants to keep wholesome happy, and mostly shows up whenever someone curses or is crude. He’s also very petty, and almost constantly stressed out. He needs sleep. LANGUAGEboyhalo wasn’t originally a side. He was kind of the fusion of Wholesome and Annoyed, and with it being common for them to work at the same time when yelling at anyone who makes an adult joke or says any curse words, LANGUAGE just, ended up popping into existence to fill the role. LANGUAGEboyhalo shows up whenever someone curses or says anything suggestive. He gets along with Wholesomeboyhalo and Annoyedboyhalo, though he doesn’t like Tommy. Piningboyhalo came around when they met Skeppy, mainly because of how Skeppy and Bad’s lives are intertwined. He cares deeply for Skeppy and is very protective as well. He’s also been nicknamed ‘clingyboyhalo’ and ‘jealousboyhalo’, and has given up on fighting the nicknames. He’s willing to do anything to keep Skeppy safe. Anything. Dadboyhalo is a combination of when Wholesome and LANGUAGE have influence. He isn’t an actual side, but is distinct enough to have the nickname. Typically ‘shows up’ when Sapnap is around. T̹̅-̱͍̠̼̎͐̈̈́_̧̤̟́̿̚ ̧̧͈̥̬̏̈͊̐͘5̣̪̰̇̿͞!̭͛ ͔͖̺̳̓̅̿͡ ̛̹͇͒̍͟_̳̣̝̩͙̈́͆̒̑̒

We also have Skeppy’s: Clingy is very attached to all of Skeppy’s friends, and willing to fight for them to the death. He’s the one who is connected to BBH’s life, and the one who gets jealous over things. He doesn’t like even the idea of losing the people he cares for. Chaos, also known as Chaos in Control, or Let’s Cause Problems on Purpose, is Skeppy’s chaotic side. He likes to crack jokes, make pranks, and in general be absolutely feral. He and clingy sometimes butt heads, as his antics get’s Bad angry, and that makes Clingy sad. Flirt is an interesting side. Flirt only flirts with BBH, which is odd, because there are no sides that have only one purpose. Flirt likes to hang out with Chaos, when they team up it typically ends in an angry BBH, but Flirt seems to get distant after that. Skeppy and the others don’t really like to talk with flirt often. No one asks about the side. _͚̦͕̑́͂7̪̼́̎͑ͅ-̡̨̗̥̔̓̓͡ ͔̤̼͊̀̉̓͢3͈̺͓̞̇͐͐̾g̡̘̏͆͒ͅ_̨̹̼̙̓̈́̄̎

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #tommy innit #badboyhalo #dsmp bbh #dsmp tommy #dsmp au #au #sanders sides au #dsmp x sanders sides au #awesamdude #smp sam #smp skeppy #skeppy #op doesn't know how to tag #if I need to add triggers tell me #this was fun to come up with #sometimes to avoid the world you come up with AUs with your friends

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geekkatsblog · 4 years

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Grey's Anatomy 😭16x 19 review

(I am not ok)

This episode did not feel like Grey's, but it was amazing nevertheless.

Let's begin with the most shocking part with this whole episode.

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Richard

Never in the history of any show that I have been obsessed with, have I been so hurt over a character. It literally made my eyes water when Richard was on stage giving his presentation and forgot Maggie.

From the beginning I was skeptical because besides the proposal, Catherine was never the first one to end a fight, but Webber was so happy that I just went along with it. I was so happy that he was able to have a moment of peace before his presentation. I should have known better than to get to comfortable because he was HALLUCINATING. From there my heart was in my hand but I got so upset when he was giving his presentation and started babbling nonsense. I hurt even more when he couldn't recognize Maggie and Dr Haynes.

Then there's the fact that it happened in front of so many people, I don't think he's going to be able to do surgery after this either. I actually don't think I can handle him leaving. He's like the founding father of Grey Sloan, he was and always will be the chief for me, so to think of him leaving or even him in this position triggers my anxiety.

I really hope that what ever is causing the problem isn't too late to be fixed. I'm sort of upset with Catherine I feel like maybe a piece of it is her fault if she hadn't been so stubborn and overly petty, making him feel hopelessness in her and everyone else Richard would have probably confided in someone and gotten the problem checked earlier.

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Teddy Altman

(The second shocker.)

She's bisexual and while there's nothing wrong with that but I wished they had explored that side of her more in the earlier seasons because it seemed to come out of no where. Teddy has never once shown attraction to any other woman and has only dated men, unless if they're going with after her true love died she just swore off all other women because no one could replace her or if she was the only woman Teddy ever loved. Either way it just came out of no where.

(Honestly Teddy should stay away from social gatherings because she always gets into drama at them lol)

The women who Teddy slept with girlfriend was pissed at Teddy and for good reason. To know that you were in love with some one and the last person that they wanted to talk to before they died was your roommate and the person they were cheating on you with. It has to hurt.

Then theres the fact that she has cheated on more than one person, now I don't know but that seems like if she has a problem now. Then when she said it's okay to be in love with 2 people at once I was confused where is she going with this? (Some one check the walls at Grey Sloan hospital because some thing is causing personality changes in the doctors.) Has she decided to continue the affair that's not fair to Owen or Tom. Both of them are going to hurt but it'll hurt even worst when she has to choose, unless if they're going to gave one big happy 3 parent family. They need to do something with Teddy now because they're making her do a complete 180 and I honestly can't tell where they're going with their love triangle story line.

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Maggie

All I had to say for her all night was go get it hun. Her relationship with her new love interest was like the romantic comedies like he kept referencing the whole time. They clicked well and have mor chemistry than some of the couples on Grey's ever had.

He embraced her nerdiness, he even seems like one himself as well, he seems kind and loving as well as under standing. But as cute as it was and as cute as they are I feel like it was a little premature to just pick up and move to another location for something that isn't sure, maybe it's just me, they may have the love in one night thing who knows? (Not me, because with this episode they snatched my wig and threw it to another planet.)

We'll see if he's worthy, and how serious he is about her. Because there's no way Maggie's leaving Richard now and with him sick she won't even think about dating so here's were we'll see what this guy is about.

And finally they're doing something with her character besides cheerleading and whining. That was one of the only happy things in the episode.

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Haynes/Mcwidow (forgot his first name.)

His story was another one of the emotional ones. Loved the way he met his wife and there was nothing more satisfying than when he got pissed at the Representative and told him off. He was pushing the treatment at him that killed is wife as well as using the way he meat his wife. (By giving out pens) the dude was bound to snap.

He's a good father and seeing that he's still following his wife's advice on raising their boys shows how much he loved her. He had the love of his life the perfect family and lost his wife to cancer.

They really gave his back story early, but I'm glad. It gave him something else to do besides randomly getting excuses to talk to Meredith. He is a character on his own as well. It was good to see him out of the, potential date Meredith circle.

___________________________________________Questions/ Notes

• The most important and only one that matters. IS RICHARD GOING TO BE OK?

• Will he live or die?

• Is Teddy finally going to do something about her Tom /Owen love triangle.

• Is Maggie's potential love interest a trustworthy one?

• What's Catherine going to do to help Richard.

Next week's episode has the potential to break me and I hope it doesn't. I'll still watch the show because I have a very annoying sense of loyalty for fandoms but without Richard the show will feel like a big chunk is missing. He is the only constant good character in this show.

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pollylynn · 4 years

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Title: Wanderer WC: 1100

Paris could solve all their problems. Well. Maybe not all of them, but their immediate problems, anyway. He could take her to Paris, well out of harm’s way, until Jordan Shaw and her Traveling Toy Emporium apprehend their friend with the .45, a pen knife, and too much time on his hands.

It’s the sign in her kitchen, the one with the arrow pointing left, that sparks his sudden meditation on the City of Light, but it really only gives him a destination. She is what sparks the desire in him to offer—to legitimately, in his outside-his-head-voice offer, even though she will glare so hard—to get her out of Dodge for the foreseeable future.

She’s unbelievable. Not in a good way, currently. She’s got a stubborn glint in her eye, and he’s alarmed at how cavalier she’s being about all this—sending her security detail home, opening the door to strange men bearing wine, picking petty fights about the woman leading the team that currently represents their best shot at catching this guy.

She’s not exactly governed by her better impulses tonight, and under other circumstances, he’d find that . . . intriguing, promising, rife with potential. In Paris, he’d find that positively delightful, but Paris is off the table. She’s annoyed enough by the wine, by the entire subject of Jordan Shaw, by his very presence that he never does get to offer. He never gets to see if he’d survive The Glare.

But he sees that worrisome, stubborn glint in her eye and decides that if he can’t take her to Paris, he’ll damned well make sure her dangerous impulses don’t go sneaking out after curfew. Not without him, anyway.

So he stands his ground when she tries to kick him out. He shoulders the blame for the danger she’s in and doesn’t rise to the bait when she points out that he is, at best, de trop when it comes to providing personal security services. He settles back on to her couch with two generous pours of wine, then rapidly unsettles. He thinks better of the wine and his relatively comfortable position.

She is . . . determined. And she’s preternaturally stealthy for the most trivial of reasons, like startling a girly score out of him in full view of everyone in the bullpen. She’s more than capable of sneaking past him, should that remarkable, stubborn brain of hers produce some idea that she thinks will lead her right to the killer without his help, without Jordan Shaw’s help, without anyone’s help.

“This is a tragedy,” he tells the wine, sadly. He takes one long, regretful breath, inhaling its bouquet one last time as he gets to his feet and heads for the kitchen sink. He stalls for a moment, shoving the cork back into the remainder of the bottle before he tips the glass over the stainless steel and watches the blood-dark liquid swirl down the drain. He lifts his eyes to Paris again and sighs. “You really could have been the answer.”

He doesn’t let himself go back to the couch. He’s long since started feeling the strain of the day and he can’t risk nodding off. He slowly walks the perimeter of the apartment instead. He snoops, not to put too fine a point on it, though the apartment itself—the contours of it—have plenty to capture his attention before he dives into the signs of her occupation of it.

He ducks his head where the ceiling slants lowest and runs a finger along the row of book spines on the shelf above the lunette window. He studies the eclectic mix of furniture—slender-legged nesting tables that seem too old fashioned for her, and arm chairs of wildly different styles, all scattered to the four corners of the room.

He wonders where it all came from, the rustic painted-wood desk by the door and the curious white-leather ottoman that doubles as a coffee table. He wonders if it’s mostly hand-me-downs that she lives with because she has been absolutely laser-focused on her career since she was barely out of her teens, or if they’re things that just caught her eye as she wandered in and out of dimly lit vintage stores.

He casts a glance back over his shoulder at her kitchen table with its seating for four and thinks about the dust on all but one wine class, all but one coffee cup, all but one plate sitting on the drainboard by the sink, and the fact that she was eating out of a carton with throw-away chopsticks when he arrived.

 There’s too much melancholy in contemplating all that, so he turns his attention to her books. They’re positively everywhere. They’re stacked in haphazard piles on tables and snugged into the painted-desk cubbies, every which way to make the most of the available space. They’re lined up in short rows on bracket shelves and they fill actual bookcases opportunistically filling in the gaps along the walls.

  It all has a well-used feeling that makes him smile. These aren’t books that sit there for show, slid off and back on again once a week when she dusts. There’s no obvious rhyme or reason to what he finds where, suggesting that she returns to them again and again—that she has several going at once and she tucks them away wherever there’s space when she tidies up.

The one exception is the stretch of travel books. It’s a well-established theme that occupies a long, low bookcase of its own. They’re new, they’re old. At a glance, they seem to cover the entire globe. He offers up another sigh for Paris.

He sizes up the spines and pulls the thickest one without regard for its destination. China, he reads, and he notes that it’s an older one. He riffles the pages and sees dog ears and marginalia in handwriting that isn’t hers. He settles into striped armchair with it. The back of the chair runs straight up and down and the cushion has seen better days. It’s uncomfortable, and that suits his purpose exactly.

The hefty travel guide is his back-up plan. If he does start to nod off in the diabolical chair, he can count on China to mash his toe—or some far more vulnerable part of his anatomy. They might not always have Paris. They might never have Paris, although that sounds stupid to him. It sounds unbelievable. But in any case, they have China tonight. China and an uncomfortable chair.

A/N: He stayed up all night reading a China travel guide, friends. It is known. Hmmm.

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#Castle #Caskett #Castle: Season 2 #Castle: Tick Tick Tick #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Jordan Shaw #Fic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #writing #Hmmm

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squigglysquidd · 5 years

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Asks! Cuz I’m a greedy B for your OCs. Parable - do the twins have a favorite human tradition? How often do they see pop pop when they’re adults and what’s that relationship like? What’s Castis’ take on his kids bonding to humans? What are Arcellie’s opinion on Saren falling for Cassia? Does Saren think of Ellie as his mom? Fibonacci- what is Castis’ opinion on humans? Did Nihlus tell Ashlyn “I love you” first? What is something Jana does casually that Garrus finds incredibly hot?

I love all the questions!!!!!

Parable

Do the twins have a favorite human tradition?

Cassia likes the tradition of gathering up the entire family to celebrate certain holidays. A close second is giving gifts on holidays, but turians have some holidays and special occasions like that, so it’s not strictly a human thing. I’d say that turians also gather as families, but not usually with everyone, extended family included. For them, that means everyone from the Normandy and their families joins in on the festivities and that’s not too usual for turians. Turians separate work and life, so it’s not often that they get close enough to fellow soldiers, subordinates, or superiors to end up having huge gatherings for holidays. That, and humans have more holidays that call for it than turians. Seriously, we humans celebrate everything, lol.

Being how they were raised, Damocles can’t really say he has experience to compare it to, but from what he’s learned of turian customs, he can say that he really likes how humans tend to embrace changes when compared to turians. Sure, there are still stubborn prejudices and whatnot, but a huge thing is the fact that even with such a powerful military presence, humans don’t actually force their people into mandatory service. We all know turians require at least some time in the military, but humans are like ‘oh, you want to study music? Well, here ya go. Have fun!’ while turian society would rather you serve your people in some way. Sure, Damocles went into a military of sorts with the Wraiths, but he’s happy that it was his decision to do so, not one forced on him and he has an ulterior motive in liking it because he knows that, had they been in turian society, his best friend and love, Aeson, would have had a hard life. He’s not only a traitor’s son, but he just isn’t cut out for combat of any kind despite Damocles’ every attempt to train him. Aeson’s just too passive in nature and Damocles knows with sobering certainty that his friend probably wouldn’t have survived combat if he was ever thrown into it. (Not much of a demand for fishermen in the military, so Aeson would’ve been forced into a position he wouldn’t have been comfortable in)

How often do they see Pop-pop when they’re adults and what’s that relationship like?

Enjoying travel as much as she does, Cassia sees Pop-pop quite often. Usually, if she’s around his neck of the woods, she’ll stop by. Sometimes they can meet on the Citadel or she’ll see him at his home on Palaven, but she’s also really careful not to directly attract attention to herself because of her family’s notoriety so if he says it isn’t safe to visit for whatever reason, she sticks to vidcalls. Their relationship is really close because she tends to follow a more strict code of morals than her brother. Sure, she doesn’t exactly follow rules, but Castis has long since realized that following regulations may not be in that family’s repertoire. Plus, I don’t think Cassia could ever have a bad relationship with someone even if she tried.

Damocles is different, however. We all know how imposing he looks, and that attracts unwanted attention if he ever goes anywhere. Usually, he only visits Pop-pop when he can manage to hitch a ride on a Wraith transport to Palaven, Palaven being a bit of a safe place for the Vakarians thanks to Primarch Victus’ relation and subtle protection towards them. Damocles gets antsy at Pop-pop’s though, because he can’t do anything that may attract attention. He’s explored the area around Pop-pop’s home to the point he could probably walk it blindfolded and there’s only so many extranet games he can play by himself or with Aeson to keep him occupied in his downtime. He’s also a lot like his father in his rebelliousness and though Castis has cooled some to Garrus and Jane’s ways, they still butt heads at times. Damocles, in these cases, can actually be considered worse than his dad and, unlike Garrus who tries to keep the peace for the most part, Damocles won’t give as easily. Damocles is headstrong and lets emotion rule his thinking in almost every setting, so he’s nearly impossible to effect. It’s because of this that Castis, for once, keeps his stricter morals under check so as not to ruin the few chances he gets to see his grandson.

What Castis’ take on his kids bonding to humans?

Honestly, after all the family has gone through, he’s just happy his kids are happy. He’s learned to accept that Garrus will always go against the grain in terms of turian culture and traditions because he’s learned the hard way after losing Valeria and going through the Reaper War that there could always be a day where it’ll be too late to reconcile with the idea of their differences. Solana’s relationship is much easier to accept because she and James are much more traditional (and he’s got experience with human family thanks to how different Jane is to everything he expected). Years ago, he would’ve put up a fight about it, but now he’s realized that it doesn’t matter the species so long as his children are happy. Life’s too short for pettiness, he’s come to realize, and family doesn’t always mean blood.

What are Arcellie’s opinion on Saren falling for Cassia?

Arcanus is just so damn relieved someone’s there to show his son the ropes in life, so to speak. He sees what being raised in a tank has done in terms of his son’s ability to fit into society and Cassia seems the perfect person to show him the good in actually interacting with other people outside of work. Saren makes it hard enough to get along with as stunted as he is already, so he needs that exact opposite in Cassia to balance it out and give Saren a real life he will enjoy, even if he doesn’t immediately know it.

Ellie thinks it’s really cute. She adores Cassia because she’s just so damn lovable and mature for her age. Ellie was initially really worried Saren wasn’t getting the concept of dealing with people on a personal level, but didn’t know how to go about getting him to open up. To tell the truth, she was actually worried about interacting with him at first because she remembered her colossal failure in a relationship with Arcanus in the beginning and didn’t want to cause a rift between herself, Arcanus, and Saren. She’s hesitant in relationships because she spent so much of her life in secret, so the fact that Cassia and Saren seemed to click from the very beginning is a huge sigh of relief because she’s eventually admitted to herself that she sees Saren as a kind of step-son, even with as untraditional as his ‘birth’ was.

Does Saren think of Ellie as his mom?

Good question. I don’t think he’s ever called her ‘mother’ before or put that word to his feelings towards her, but he unintentionally treats her as one. Arcanus is his father in both genetics, but also in guidance and the shared personality they have, but Ellie is different for him. At first, he didn’t have any kind of emotion to associate with her besides an acceptance and a bit of gratitude because of what she was to his father. It didn’t help that Ellie was wary of what she should be for him too, but eventually, he begins to see Ellie as a person separate from his father and she gains confidence that she isn’t going to ‘mess this up’ because she’s so rusty with relationships. Saren now associates guidance of a different kind with Ellie. There’s just some things that a father can’t teach you and, in interacting with Ellie, he’s learned some things that come from having a mother. Sure, most of it is Cassia’s doing, but he’s learned how to love someone from watching his ‘parents.’ He knows how his father is because he technically ‘is’ his father, but he’s learned how to be tender and what devotion looks like from a different person in seeing how Ellie interacts with Arcanus. He actually goes to her at times when he wants to do something nice for Cassia but doesn’t want Cassia to learn of it. Between her and Jane, all his romanticism has pretty much been learned by his ‘mother’ and mother-in-law.

Fibonacci

What is Castis’ opinion on humans?

As Primarch, he is wary of humans. Still so young to the whole of Eros and its politics, he thinks they are too demanding of attention and a place in the government (at least, that was before Sovereign) because it was like they came in and wanted a voice without actually proving they could handle the responsibility. We have to remember that their first act was to wage a small war with his people because they wanted to expand and didn’t think of diplomacy when the turians stood their ground, instead of seeing it as an invitation for battle. He still doesn’t trust many humans and sees undeserving arrogance in many dignitaries, but Jon and Garrus’ belief in him has helped Castis see the good in them. It’s why, after Sovereign’s attack, Castis reached out to King Stephan Hackett to propose trade lines between their peoples. He was happy to learn that the King was closer to Jon than Udina in thinking, so it’s helped him to be more open to humans when it comes to meeting individuals instead of a blanket view of them from what he sees of their representatives.

Did Nihlus tell Ashlin ‘I love you’ first?

Actually, he didn’t outright say it in a human way. Ashlin was the first one to put it to words, but he was courting her for a long time in a turian way with gifts and subvocals. They finally got to that point once he realized his attempts didn’t seem to be getting noticed and learned human poetry to impress her and express his feelings in a way she’d enjoy (she likes poetry in this AU). His poem is pretty much a love confession without saying the word, so it led to Ashlin finally putting the word out there in her response. Really, they were kinda idiots about the whole love thing in the beginning, lol

What is something that Jana does casually that Garrus finds incredibly hot?

Before they’re a pair, he has a weird interest in her hair as well as her eyes. He hasn’t seen many people with long hair like waves of fire or eyes that shift with the colors of the earth (her eyes are hazel). Like many fighters with long hair, she tends to keep it up or done so that it’s out of the way, but she’s just like any other woman and has to brush it. When she does, and he sees it, he’s almost entranced with the way it flows. Fire is powerful to Alysim and the image of someone running their fingers and a comb through it is almost unearthly.

Once they’re together, it’s her little touches that drive him absolutely insane. Turians aren’t touchy by nature and she usually wouldn’t be either in public, but she does it a lot as a way of grounding herself in this new reality. She doesn’t want to lose him like she did her husband, so she’s always reminding herself with touch and even kisses and after a life without any sort of partner to speak of, he’s starved for affection without even knowing it at first. Sure, he’s had touches from his family, but never a romantic partner, and once they’re a pair, they are both very touch-oriented in and outside the bedroom. It’s actually kinda cute how surprised he is by just how good being touched, hugged, and kissed feels even without it ever leading to sex.

Thanks so much for the asks!!! I loved them!!!

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cynicalwonders · 5 years

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Meanwhile we step back to when Akuma happen. Where was chat Noir? It might be the fact that it was becoming increasingly common to see LB fight crime outside Akuma attacks, w/o her partner and this left many speculations. Only the thing being if there was any drama going on Chat would keep appearing to fight besides LB and preferably going solo. There were theories and rumors but it didn't stop the duo. Yet, it goes without saying there was tension between them.

Adrien was – no, is – a coward. That's the only way he candescribe himself.

A coward for refusing to stand up for to his father. Acoward for letting Chloe use him and bully others without consequences. Forletting Lila lie and manipulate his classmates. For telling Marinette to stayquiet and not do anything.

And most importantly: he's a coward for failing to be therefor Ladybug when she needed him the most.

Although it was always Ladybug AND Chat Noir, the ‘and ChatNoir' part has slowly but surely been disappearing from the public's mind.Ladybug became more serious with her duties as protector of Paris in the pastfew weeks. More and more sightings have been popping up on social media ascitizens saw their heroine at every hour of the day, not just when akumasattacks. Questions, speculations, and theories flooded the Ladyblog on whyLadybug was so active. Was she close to finding Hawk Moth? Was she doing anafternoon patrol and a night patrol? Was she branching out to stop other crimesthat weren't akuma-related?

Yet no one questioned where her feline partner was.

When is first started, Adrien waved it off. Of course,everyone was going crazy about Ladybug. Who wouldn't? He'd just wave it off assomething she was doing during the day or maybe she wanted some escape from hernormal life. Adrien did that plenty of times. Plus that was more time he couldspend with his Lady without the threat of some crazy villain trying to taketheir Miraculous. And for a while, it was great! They hung out more and he feltlike they were getting closer, not romantically but he was fine with that forthe moment.

Then – like most good things – it took a dark twist.

People started to question where Chat Noir was. ‘Finally!'he thought. ‘They were finally noticing!' But then commenters startedtheorizing that maybe he and Ladybug had a fight. Okay, that wasn't too bad.Not true, but nothing to worry about. Until people started questioning hisloyalty to Ladybug and his skills as her partner. Some even went as far asbashing him online, noting that he was a useless hero as he always got hurt,hypnotized or used by an akuma while Ladybug was forced to do more work.

That stung.

Chat Noir told Ladybug about the comments but she just toldhim to ignore them, that there were always going to be criticism and hatefulpeople trying to bring them down. He himself should know as Adrien Agrestealways got criticism for everything he did – from modeling to his lessons,anything less than perfect was subject to scolding and harsher teachings. Thisshouldn't have been different and yet…

Chat Noir represented freedom to Adrien. Freedom from hisfather and his cold gaze, from the judging eye of the camera, from theever-increasing drama that was unfolding in his school. Without Plagg and his Miraculous,he wasn't sure if he could even remain happy in his current situation. And itwasn't like anything bad was happening. So what if Ladybug was showing up morepublically? That wasn't a bad thing, right?

Wrong. Because despite the mask and her usual upbeat charm,he could spot the underlining bag under her lovely blue eyes, the slight gaspshe had when they met up, the slump on her back when he ended a patrol. Atfirst, he said nothing. She was Ladybug, she could handle herself. But itstarted getting more noticeable, especially when akumas showed up and the fighttook more out of her than it did him. Chat Noir tried to gently dissuade her,get her to cut back on her patrol as there was clearly no need for such anincrease. But she was stubborn, fought back, snapped at him every time hebrought it up. Once screeching at him after a battle to leave her alone.

Soon they were fighting each other as well as the akumas. Itdidn't help when passersby started taping their fights and putting them online,allowing everyone and their grandmother to put in their two cents. Adrienwasn't even going to attempt to sugarcoat it, their partnership becamestrained. Rarely talking if it didn't involve a plan to take down an akuma, hisjokes were ignored and every little thing seemed to piss off his Lady.

What was a cat to do in such a situation?

Ignore it. That was he thought was the best course ofaction. Ignore it, give her space and maybe she'll calm down and see how sillyshe was being. Besides, he couldn't handle any more drama in his life. Not withthe whole Lila VS Marinette going on at his school. Adrien stilled tried to getMarinette to ignored Lila but she, like his Lady, refused to give in and whenout of her way to expose Lila. Honestly, he was ashamed that Marinette didn'ttake his advice. Exposing people never did anything good and Lila was going tobecome another akuma that he was going to have to take down.

So Adrien ignored it.

Ignored the drama in the class and ignored his Lady.

Ignored the growing concern for both girls

Ignored the vile rumors swirling around them both.

Rumors didn't mean anything, they'd died down eventually.

They'd both come to their senses.

All it took was some time.

And with that, Adrien was content to wait out the storm andhave everything go back to normal. Marinette would finally give up and seeLila's lies were harmless. Ladybug would stop being so uptight and relax. Theonline rumors and criticism then follow suit and disappear and things will goback to the way they were. Adrien was confident in that.

Then Juno happened.

Marinette hadn't come back from the break when the alarmsounded. Alya, being the sneaky reporter she was, managed to escape before theteacher closed the door, sealing the rest of the class in. Adrien started panicking,instinctually trying to find a way out. But then a part of him – the cynical,petty part of him – told him to give up, that there was no way he could get outwith raising suspicion. Plus, did Ladybug really need him? After their fight,did she really want to see him? Did he want to see her?

Without thinking, he sat back down in his seat.

A few minutes later and the Ladyblog began live streamingthe battle. Lila started crying on how Juno was her mother and how Ladybug musthave caused her akumatization due to her bullying her. People started rallyingaround her, bashing Ladybug on the comment section and getting into fights withloyal fans. Adrien paid no mind to that and was solely focused on the fight.

Ladybug looked overwhelmed. Tired. Desperate. Part of himfelt smug like Ladybug was getting her comeuppance for her arrogance. Or maybeit the endless rejections she gave that made him feel that way. Another yearnedto escape and help her. Despite the bitter note, she left him, he still lovedher. Plagg was scratching him under the collar, hissing at him to get a moveon.

"Something bad is going to happen, kid," hewarned. "I can feel it in my whiskers. We got to get out of…"

Rose's screaming cut him off.

Glaring back at him was a scene of Juno plunging her swordinto Ladybug's chest. Adrien was never a fan of gore or anything that remotelyhorrific. But seeing his Ladybug stabbed, her face frozen in abject shock andhorror, it didn't seem real. Then Ladybug opened her mouth and blood spilled outand suddenly time started going fast forward.

People – namely his classmates – started screeching.Garbled, unintelligible shrieks echoed throughout the room, deafening theteacher's unsuccessful attempts to calm the hysterics. Soon the entire buildingwas filling with similar screams and cries along with all of Paris. Adrien feltlike he couldn't breathe, his knuckle whiten as the screen on his phone focusin on Ladybug's bloody and terrified face.

Then the familiar beeping cut through the screams.

Everyone's eyes turned back to their phones.

Ladybug was gone.

Instead, Marinette was the one impaled on Juno's sword.

Whatever happened next was shrouded in Adrien's mind. All hecould remember was blacking out, then finding himself atop a building as ChatNoir, looking over the chaotic scene that was taking place. Marinette wasalready gone, no doubt taken by the ambulance that had just speed out of thestreet, leaving only a sizable red spot in the center.

Why he didn't chase after the ambulance was anyone's guess.Maybe he was still in shock? Maybe he was afraid to see how dire her situationwas? Maybe he felt like he had no right to see her after this? He had abandonedhis Lady, his partner, his classmate, his friend…

Did he even deserve to call her that?

Clawing at his chest, he felt the organ beat heavily insidehim. Marinette. Ladybug. The two people who he had respected, cared for, whocared for him, were one and the same. Marinette with her endless kindness, hercourage, her talent, and inspiration. Ladybug, Paris's heroine, their savior,their martyr, someone who would willingly give her life if it meant that Pariswas safe for another day. Two different characters were one and the same,giving her life to protect everyone around them

And he abandoned her in her time of need.

Plagg released the transformation after some time on theroof. Adrien stared on, absolute nothingness reflected in his eyes. "Comeon, kid," the kwami begged. "We need to get out of here! Weneed…"

"To come with me."

Adrien turned his head sharply. Standing behind him, hisentrance went unnoticed by him, an elderly withered Asian man in a Hawaiianshirt. Before he could say anything, Plagg beat him to the punch. "MasterFu! Ladybug was…"

"I know," Master Fu looked gravely. "We donot have much time to lose. Come with me, Chat Noir. I have something thatcould save Ladybug."

"Save? What do you mean?" Adrien looked at the manin confusion. "Wouldn't the hospital…"

"Hospital cannot save her from the real dangerinside." Master Fu turned and headed towards the exit. "Come, ChatNoir. Or do you wish to fail Ladybug a second time?"

Adrien needed no other words after that.

The vial he gave the feline hero glowed ominously as heraced towards the hospital. Master Fu didn't go into much detail about theillness Marinette would be suffering, or how this potion would help her. Butthe instruction was clear: put the potion into Marinette's IV bag and she wouldbe fine. He prayed to any and all deities that exist for this to be true. Newsof Marinette's successful surgery but the inability to wake up spread throughthe internet like wildfire. Crowds of fans and grateful citizens were huddledaround the medical building waiting for more news.

He took a deep breath, steady his nerves and prepared tomake a leap towards the hospital's roof before he nearly tripped himself asscreams from the crowd startled him. Glancing down, he scanned the area lookingany sign of danger and origin of the screams. He found none yet the screamscontinued to grow until their screams become one and the message was sent out.

Marinette – Ladybug – had gone missing.

Again, Adrien had failed his partner.

Paris went into a full-blown panic. How could this havehappened?! Fans and police officials surrounded the hospital both day andnight. At first, they believed it was a hoax – some fame-hungry journaliststarted a crisis to drum up news – but it soon became real when the nurses anddoctors calling in nearby officers and putting the entire building on lockdown.

Chat Noir tried getting into the building but Officer Rogersforbid him to. Stating they couldn't have kids running around while a missingperson's case was emerging. The blonde looked at him in shock; did he notrealize that he was Chat Noir?! Ladybug's partner?! But the older man stayedfirm and told him to go home and that kids shouldn't dealing with adultmatters.

"We already failed in one regard," Chat heard theman muttering under his breath, glancing at the hospital room #7.

Journalist and reporters jumped him as he was escorted outthe building, bombarding him with questions on where Ladybug was, was helooking for her, and – the cruelest of all – why wasn't he there when Junoattacked. Too much. Everything was too much. And like the coward he was, heran. Launching himself away from the crowd onto a nearby rooftop and fleeing.He didn't care what the public thought of him anymore, not when the only personwhoever cared about him was gone.

As if his luck couldn't get any worse, once he got home, hisfather put him under lockdown. "Your hero got fatally stabbed and is nowmissing. Not to mention the psychopathic akuma is still running around doinggod knows what," Gabriel reasoned. "Paris is in a panic and thestreets are running mad with the masses. I refuse to see you get hurt in thischaos. Until the matter is resolved, you are under no circumstances leavingthis house."

He opened his mouth to argue but one look from his fatherquickly shut him down. Plagg encouraged him to sneak out, to Cataclysm the barson the window but the blonde couldn't bring himself to do it. Not with hisfather, Nathalie, and Gorilla all making rounds around the manor. Even now,with someone so dear to him gone, Adrien still couldn't' bring himself todisobey his father and fight for his own freedom.

Days went by with no word. News reports kept circlingbetween regular news and the search for Marinette Dupain-Cheng AKA Ladybug. Sofar, there were no leads, no suspects, nothing. Online was a clusterfuck oftheories, speculations, and rants on who or what could have happened toMarinette. Theories ranging from she ran away, memory loss, kidnapping by somesecret society or some religious cult and one group that fully believed thatHawk Moth stole her after her identity was revealed on the Ladyblog.

Speaking of the Ladyblog, nothing had been posted since theinfamous live stream, only the forum had become overrun with rabid fans.According to Nino, who had been his only link to the outside world, Alya had gonethrough a bit of breakdown since the incident. Going from a sobbing mess to araging inferno about the entire situation. At first, the reporter tried to getinto the hospital during Marinette's surgery; doing everything she can to be byher friend's side to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to repair theirfragmented friendship. When that went nowhere, Alya's grief turned to rage asshe set off to find the person that caused all this damage.

But surprise, surprise – Lila suddenly went missing too.

As did Juno. Police were split between searching for themissing comatose teenage superhero to finding the rogue akuma – if she wasstill an akuma and Hawk Moth didn't release it – and her daughter. The newsthrew Alya into a frenzy, tearing her room apart and smashing any tapes orphotos that had even a trace of the Italian girl in them. Thankfully Ninocalmed her down before her parents thought of sending her to a psychiatric wardfor her breakdown.

Things weren't much better with the other students. Guilt, sadness,and grief suffocated them like a viper. Some of the more stable, stronger oneslike Ivan and Alix kept their composer but you could still see the weight oftheir mourning on their faces. The more sensitive ones like Rose and Mylenecouldn't hide their feelings as well, tear tracks with red eyes were a constantfeature. M. Bustier didn't fare much better as the school forced her to have amental leave for obvious reasons.

Strangely enough, the only levelheaded person in the classwas Chloe! After the incident and the shock had worn off, the blonde girlstormed off into the direction of the bakery, went straight into Marinette'sroom and started going through her things. Alya and the rest of the class werefurious, screaming at her and asking what possessed her to do something soinsensitive. Chloe wasted no time explaining.

"Marinette is Ladybug! And she chose who got to beQueen Bee, Rena Rouge, and Carapace," she answered. "That means shehas access to the Miraculous. I'm not going to lie, I was horrible toMarinette, a straight up bitch. But I'll be damned if I let something happen tothe one person who actually saw something good in me! And to do that, I need myMiraculous! I need Pollen!"

Adrien and the rest of the students were shocked to hearsuch a statement coming from Chloe. What was even stranger to Adrien was thatNino and Alya were helping Chloe find her Miraculous! And just like that, Ninoleft Adrien hanging. No more text, no more updates. The only thing he got was amessage saying ‘helping Alya + Chloefind the miraculous' and that was it.

Plagg tried desperately to move his butt and get out thereand search for Marinette, but he couldn't. He wanted to, but his wallowing inself-pity, doubt and guilt kept sucking him back in. This was all his fault. If he had just beenbraver. If he had actually stood up for himself. If he just, for once in hislife, fought for what was right instead of listening to his fault and kept hismouth shut then none of this would have happened.

It was only when he spotted Chloe as Queen Bee running therooftops with Rena Rouge and Carapace that Adrien finally snapped out of it.That and Plagg biting down on his fingers. After suiting up and destroying thebars, the feline hero escaped his room and ran after the trio. He had failedMarinette too many times with his selfishness and pacifism. Even if she neverforgave him and hated him for the rest of her life, the least he could do wasbring her back home.

He owed her that much.

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for the claim, ‘Early Republic of the United Netherlands, 1588-1609′, I present my (first) contribution to @aphabriefhistoryoftime aaaand I know it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written but I just wanted to give my Dutch provinces OCs some time in the limelight and talk about what I think the Origin Story of the Netherlands is. he is still Holland in most of this fic. I called places by the names used in English... for consistency I guess.

for some background; at this point in time, the Dutch Revolt/Eighty Years' War is going on - largely speaking, the fight for independence from Spain. it started in 1568, and at the point this fic starts, the seven northern provinces have formed a sort of union and are fighting to gain control of the southern provinces, which are under Spanish control. it's almost the modern-day Dutch-Belgian border, if you want an easy way to visualize it. here's a map!

title is from the national anthem's original text, meaning "loyal to the fatherland I will remain until I die".

den vaderlant getrouwe/blyf ick tot in den doet

characters: The Netherlands/Holland, the (other) Dutch provinces

word count: 3558 summary: A series of seven meetings Holland has from 1588 to 1609, while he and the other provinces solidify their stance as the Republic of the Seven United Netherlands - which is far from free of internal struggle.

also on AO3

I. The Hague, 1588

They had run out of options.

In a rare turn of events, all seven of them were present in The Hague, scattered in various stages of exhaustion on Holland’s furniture, coats and hats and even shoes discarded.

Guelders and Overijssel were leaning their backs against each other, Zeeland and Friesland were bent together and whispering, Groningen was eyeing them warily, and even Utrecht wasn’t looking his usual put-together self, his hat lying next to him and his dark hair falling across his eyes.

Holland sighed. The United Provinces were mostly united in exhaustion at this point.

Well, at least that meant he’d possibly be able to speak without being interrupted for once. He stood.

“Spain no longer has an armada,” he started, because honestly, that was the best news in a long while. “Thanks to England. We, however, no longer have a monarch.”

“No thanks to England,” Friesland added, her eyes flashing. She looked much like England, at many times, but he never had such fire in his gaze.

Holland only nodded at her. They were on speaking terms now, but fighting towards a common goal, but their last war was still fresh in his memory, and undoubtedly in hers as well. Friesland wasn’t the forgetting type. She looked away again.

“Our people have given up trying to find a monarch, the English sent here are returning to England, the Spaniards are going to France to fight there, and none of us have seen Spain since—when was it?”

Raising his eyebrows at Holland, Zeeland was the one who replied, “I saw him about, oh, three years ago. He was going to Flanders.” With a dark note to his voice, he added, “That man has too many fingers in too many pies.”

“Yes, I—”

“Holland, why are we in The Hague?”

He took a very deep breath and wondered he ever let Zeeland say anything. He was worse than Friesland in many ways.

The other five started chattering as well, and Holland couldn’t tell if they were defending him or Zeeland or if they were just being contrary for the fun of it. He sat back down, pressed his fingertips to his temples, and waited.

It wasn’t as though he was in charge of them; the seven provinces, united in their desire to be free from Spain, were all equal in their arrangement as it stood. Whoever was available could represent all of them to their people—could speak as the United Netherlands when seeking aid from England, when trying to convince Brabant to help them because some of her lands were in their hand after all, when meeting with Flanders, who was now by the grace of Spain the representative for all of his territories in the Low Countries—but Holland knew his stadtholder had him pegged to be their only personification abroad, to further the sense of unity.

He hadn’t told any of the other provinces this—just having Zeeland and Friesland nagging him about everything was enough.

Eventually, everyone quieted down again.

Groningen, ever the calm one, turned to the group at large.

“If we don’t have a monarch,” he started, and everyone leaned towards him to be able to understand his breathy voice, “that means we’re a republic.”

And wasn’t that just strange? How could something like that just happen, without intent?

“We have a prince,” Zeeland said.

“The prince lives in Spain and he’s Catholic,” Friesland retorted. “And your stadtholder isn’t a legitimate prince until he dies, you know that.”

They were all silent again.

Holland and Zeeland had the same stadtholder, the young Maurice of Nassau, who had also been appointed Captain-General of the army the previous year. Maurice was a smart man, and Holland liked him for his keen eye for warfare. It reminded him of his father, with whom he had started the revolt against Spain.

Groningen spread his hands forward and tossed his lovelock over one shoulder, which made Friesland roll her eyes at him. He, as usual, ignored her.

“So we’re a republic, be that we like it or not. And we’re still at war.”

“We should go to Flanders,” Zeeland interjected, then actually recoiled when Groningen shot him a dirty look. Overijssel and Guelders snorted as one.

“What we need to do is stop being petty about where we meet and get ready to assist our stadtholders in their next move.”

Holland shot him a grateful look. Not all of Groningen’s land was part of the Dutch States’ territory, but he was on their side with more conviction than Friesland was.

“He’s right,” Utrecht added, having regained some of his composure and straightening his doublet. “We need to learn to work together, and not—Zeeland, will you stop making that face, please.”

Zeeland was pulling the most innocent face possible when Holland exasperatedly glanced his way, and leaning an elbow on Friesland’s shoulder. His mustache was twitching at one corner, betraying the look.

“Don’t make fun of Utrecht’s poor eyesight,” Holland sighed.

“Don’t rub it in!” Utrecht said, angrily picking up his glasses and pressing them to his nose.

And just like that, they were all off again.

Holland resolved to make sure no more than three of them would be in one room at any given moment from now on.

II. Leeuwarden, 1593

Holland was so tired of Friesland.

He shouldn’t even be here. He should be with his stadtholder on his own ground—he could feel Maurice’s troops gathering around the last city on them that was still in Spanish hands—but Friesland was just…

“I’m staying here,” she said again, crossing her arms. She was wearing a man’s doublet, her hair tied back from her face so that her dark eyebrows seemed to take up the largest part of it. Green eyes were hard. This was the way Holland knew her best, the stubborn, headstrong woman who’d resisted him for so long, resisted anyone who came near.

“You know we voted in favor of this,” he said, glancing forlornly at Groningen, who wasn’t contributing anything whatsoever. “The Spanish are expecting us to go to Groningen when the troops return from Luxembourg.”

The past few years had been hectic; Maurice of Nassau was now also stadtholder of Utrecht, Guelders and Overijssel, and had booked significant successes for the United Provinces—that Friesland still vehemently refused to call anything containing the word ‘republic’ or ‘Netherlands’. They were now centrally governed from The Hague, with each province getting a vote of their own in the States General. Well, except for Drenthe, but she somehow didn’t seem to mind much.

Even as everyone agreed on making sure all of Holland was truly theirs, Zeeland kept nagging about Flanders—but at least he eventually agreed to help—and Friesland refused to go anywhere else than Groningen, insisting they had to get all of that province in hand. She was staying on her own territory for now.

Groningen didn’t seem to have an opinion one way or another.

Which brought Holland here, hours away from his own home, to the north of the Republic, to “try and talk some sense into her before the Spanish realize that Luxembourg is a diversion”. He still liked Maurice, but he hadn’t been dealing with Friesland and her stubbornness for as long as Holland had, and it showed.

He spared a thought for Luxembourg, who was an unwitting victim in all of this. He never seemed very interested in what Holland or Flanders were getting up to.

“So, Holland,” Friesland was saying now, snapping him from his thoughts, “run on back to your stadtholder and tell him I’ll be waiting here with my people until he realizes he needs us and comes to help.”

Groningen had swung both his legs over the armrest of his chair and was writing something with an inkwell precariously balancing on his knees, cushioned by his hose. Holland obviously shouldn’t expect anything from him. To be honest, none of the other provinces were ever inclined to get between him and Friesland, not even Zeeland.

Holland bit the inside of his cheek, picked his hat up from the table, and put it on his head. Friesland made no move to see him out, so he left on his own, without as much as a goodbye. He’d see her again soon enough. Groningen was to be taken next year.

III. Groningen, 1594

It was official now. They were, the seven of them and Drenthe, the Republic of the United Netherlands. Friesland could keep complaining all she wanted, but that was how the world would know them.

Holland sat on the steps of a building in the sun, listening to the noise that was Maurice of Nassau arriving in the city to celebrate their victory. The seven provinces were once again complete now that Groningen was all theirs.

“I thought I’d find you here.” The breathy voice was expected, and Holland merely nodded up at Groningen himself as he sat down next to him. His pale hair still shone in the sunlight, glinting nearly painfully, but he looked weary. There were dark circles under his brown eyes, and he was squinting down the street. Holland remembered how drained he’d felt after sieges in his own home—Leiden the most immediate one coming to mind—and patted the man’s knee.

Groningen huffed a laugh.

“Thank you, Holland.” Swiping his ever-too-long hair out of his face, he turned to him shrewdly. “Although I suppose we’ll be calling you Republic of the United Netherlands before long, isn’t it?”

Holland leaned back on his hands and looked down the street unseeingly.

“It makes sense,” Groningen continued. He seemed unperturbed, but he nearly always did. “And that’s not saying I like it, but if a new nation were to appear to represent us, they would have been found by now. I’ve heard the Holy Roman Empire appeared before anyone could even start to argue about representation. The situation was different, of course, but if anything is comparable, that would be it.”

Holland knew this; he’d been part of the Holy Roman Empire himself at the time, just a child and unaware of much that was happening on the rest of the continent. He’d explained what he could of the appearance, the duty, of nations to Maurice, and the man had concluded there was no other option than for one of the seven provinces to become the Republic of the United Netherlands. Holland reluctantly agreed, knowing it would be him and knowing the other provinces would hate him for it.

“Maybe we can rotate,” he said feebly, and Groningen laughed again.

“Oh, Holland. Once you are the Republic, you will forever be the Republic.”

“I know.” He sighed. “But, actually, I think I’m going to go with just ‘The Netherlands’.”

“Friesland will hate that even more.”

“I know,” he repeated. “There’s no helping it.”

They sat silently for a long time, a summer breeze lifting Groningen’s hair and threatening to upend Holland’s hat, and Holland reflected that even amid all the chaos of the revolt—had it really been almost thirty years already?—it was nice to do nothing sometimes.

IV. Flushing, 1596

“England, Holland!” Zeeland was coming after him. “England?”

“Stop saying my name,” Holland snapped, halting abruptly and spinning on his heels. “We’re in public. And, listen, I know you don’t like him—”

“Don’t like him?” Zeeland made an expansive gesture, almost knocking his own hat off. “I hate him, and now he’s in charge of one of my main cities!”

“He’s not—it’s just a lease.”

“Hol—Maarten, I can see that. It was important for us to have allies, and to be recognized as an independent nation by England and France is great, but why Flushing?”

Holland has explained this time and time again already and knew that Zeeland understood it perfectly well; he was a smart man. England had been an immense help even before he, France and the Netherlands officially vowed their triple alliance against Spain, and he’d needed compensation. Just two cities on lease, Flushing in Zeeland one of them.

Of course, it was never that easy when Zeeland was involved. The second-richest province, the second-most important port, second anything, Holland could understand where his feelings of betrayal came from, but he could hardly have let England take over Amsterdam, could he?

They stalked through the streets of the city; Holland could hear the sea rushing close by, an autumn storm building. He imagined, if he stood on the docks and the weather was clear, he’d almost be able to see Flanders on the other side of the sea, could feel the pull of its personification. He felt strangely close to her now, now that they had the same role of being the representation for all the provinces in their sphere of influence, even if Flanders was only so because Spain decided she should be.

“Why Flushing?”

They had actually reached the shore now. Holland sighed.

“I don’t know everything, Marinus,” he said, addressing Zeeland by his human alias in turn. Some humans passed by behind them, on the way to the market. Despite everything, trade in the whole Republic was flourishing. “You know none of us have much power over our people anymore.”

“I know. But your people have a lot of power over mine.”

They were back to the familiar argument, and Holland was tired of it. He whirled on the province.

“I didn’t ask to be the Netherlands, Marinus! I never wanted to pretend to be more than any of you!”

The humans stopped and stared at him; Zeeland did as well, holding on to his hat, his coat flapping in the wind as it picked up. He was used to storms, Holland knew, was used to feeling the water and the wind tear at his islands. In that way, he was maybe the strongest of the seven of them, but Holland didn’t envy him for it.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now,” he said through clenched teeth. “Maybe after we’re free, but—”

“No, you’re right, I know you are.” Zeeland rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It will take time to get used to it, but I know you’re the best choice. And don’t make me repeat that. Can I ask one thing?”

Holland nodded, flummoxed by the turn of events. Zeeland of all people, recognizing him as the Republic of the United Netherlands?

“Let me represent us on the water.” He grinned in that way only he could. “Name some newfound land after me, maybe.”

That sounded quite all right. New Zeeland would be a good enough name for a country.

“We can work something out.”

“Thank you, Maarten.” He tilted his head. “The Netherlands.”

V. Utrecht, 1598

“Oh, Holland.” Utrecht stood up behind his modest desk, resting his fingertips on the dark wood. “I was told you’d come.”

Holland smiled tightly and let himself flop down on the chair on the other side of the desk. He felt as though he hadn’t sat down for weeks now. Utrecht would at least not bother him; he was like that. None of them were as organized as he was, and in the face of Holland’s own neatness, that was impressive indeed.

So he sat there, listening to the scratch of quill on paper as Utrecht wrote something down, and had almost drifted to sleep when the province finally spoke.

“How is Flanders?”

Holland looked up, blinking.

“She’s fine.” He huffed. “We’re supposed to call her the Austrian Netherlands now, I presume.”

Utrecht shook his head. Holland had no idea what he was trying to say with the gesture, because his expression was unreadable. It tended to be. He pushed his own hair away from his face. It was getting too long.

“You’d think we’d be used to it,” Utrecht said calmly. He marked something off on his paper. “The humans treating land as if no one lives in it. I suppose that’s what we’re supposed to be for, to remind them.”

Holland had never thought about it like that, which just went to show that they were better off together. Utrecht thought about things.

The Spanish Netherlands were now the Austrian Netherlands, just because the King of Spain decided to give them to his daughter when she married the Archduke of Austria. It went like that. Holland himself had been gifted back and forth a lot in the dark ages.

They sat in silence for a while longer.

“I’m tired,” Holland eventually said.

“I know,” Utrecht replied. “But we aren’t there yet. We will have to keep going.”

But for how much longer? It had already been thirty years, and neither the Republic nor Spain was ready to give up. The triple alliance had all but fallen apart now that France made peace with Spain. Holland was feeling the pressure all around him.

“We’ll get there.” Utrecht’s ice-blue gaze was steady on Holland when he looked. “With or without Flanders.”

VI. Nijmegen, 1604

Holland knew he was fleeing, this time. He knew he couldn’t face the damage wrought on Flanders quite yet. He’d have to face her sometime, but for now, it was enough to feel the loss of his own people like an ache in his chest.

His people were getting quite desperate; now that the triple alliance was definitely done with after the reconciliation of Spain and England, and attempts to make peace were not getting anywhere, even if the Austrian Habsburgs were marginally better than the Spanish, all the focus was on the Republic again. For months now, there had been a siege going on in the only city in Flanders still under their control, and it wasn’t pretty.

So here he was instead of in Flanders, where his people were losing to Spain’s.

Guelders and Overijssel—and really, did those two ever go anywhere without the other—were both milling around the room restlessly. Holland hadn’t seen either of them for a while. They weren’t as annoying as the other provinces tended to be. Guelders took his role as being the first one allowed to cast his vote in the States General quite seriously, and he was always ready to help other people when none of the other six were.

Well, except for Drenthe, who was really the nicest one.

They kept forgetting about her.

“How are things in Amsterdam?” Overijssel asked.

“Same as ever,” Holland replied, pretending everything was all right. “Busy above all else.”

“Of course, of course!” With a sweep of his arm and a snag of his sleeve, Overijssel had sent papers flying everywhere. Guelders shot him a flat look and went about gathering them. Holland watched them with faint amusement.

Things weren’t well at all, and he was actually hoping to come to at least some sort of truce by now even if his stadtholder was unwilling, but at least these two didn’t change.

VII. Antwerp, 1609

And then there it was. The first time all seven of them were together again for the first time in year and years, and Drenthe was there too. And Spain, and Flanders, and there was a truce.

There was a truce.

“You don’t really think this means we’ll get a reprieve, do you?” Utrecht asked, pressing his glasses to his face, cheeks sunken in the flickering light in the hall.

Holland closed his eyes and held his hands up. He knew there was too much internal tension for there to be peace in the United Netherlands, but at least they wouldn’t have to fight Spain while hashing it out. Moreover, after the truce, they could go to Brabant, maybe even Limburg, maybe even Flanders.

Spain called him the Netherlands, albeit in French and with a condescending twist to his voice, but he recognized that they were one. He recognized that he spoke for all of the provinces.

“I still hate it,” Friesland said.

“We know,” said everyone who heard her, although it wasn’t all that clear whether she was referring to the name or her ostentatious dress.

“I’m going to sail,” Zeeland announced, and Flanders looked as though she’d be happy to be rid of him for a while. Holland—the Netherlands—smiled helplessly at her and found his own eyes reflected in hers. She smiled back equally helplessly through the throng of people, humans and nations alike. It seemed as though all the southern provinces—the Spanish, the Austrian, the Habsburg, whatever anyone called them—were all in Antwerp for the signing of the truce as well. Luxembourg was loudly complaining to Spain about the food of all things. He was a weird guy.

Maybe they wouldn’t go to Flanders. Maybe, Flanders should be on her own.

No one would agree with him, Netherlands thought.

Well, when did they ever?

Brabant was looking at him from her corner of the room as if trying to seize him up. They’d done quite some damage to her largest cities while trying to advance, and she seemed to be trying to stay out of everything as much as she could. Netherlands nodded at her. She nodded back and turned away to talk to her people.

The future was looking less grim now; time to make some money.

Netherlands was going to sell so many things to Spain.

#aphabriefhistoryoftime #aph netherlands #Hetalia #w: 5000 #u: canon #u: historical #fin #np #this is bad and I never want to see the provinces again #that's a lie I love them but #you know the only reason guelders/gelderland and overijssel are continuously together in this #is because I personally Cannot remember which is which #it's terrible

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