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I’m a simple gal I see GOT au and DC and I come RUNNING!!!! I’ve tried developing my own DC x GoT au and id love to hear more if you want to share!!!
I have a few ideas floating around my head for some of the batfam characters, nothing too concrete tho.
I imagine Bruce to be a lord of the north (mainly because I feel like the north fits gotham and the atmosphere the best. Something about all the dark clothing just fits the grim vibes) although I got a good comment talking about his no kill rule! So perhaps he could be like all edgy no kill because of his parents being dead. Alfred is an ex knight for the throne , also friends with his father that became his personal guard , and after Bruce s parents were murdered, chose to take care and raise Bruce in the North.
Dick's family was part of a travelling performers group travelling around Westeros. Bruce happened to pass by and notice one of their shows, I imagine his parents being killed or something just like Bruce's, then Bruce starts his orphan adopting hobby and takes Dick in.
Jason's father was part of a thief gang to try to provide a better life for his family. This works for a while until they get caught and imprisoned/ killed by whoever busts then/ something. Catherine Todd dies or an illness. Jason is left fending for his own, starts pickpocketing. Bruce finds him while he's trying to steal something packed on his horse and ends up adopting him. Still working on his death/ resurrection (I feel like they're a big part of his character and I want to add that)
Tim's parents were merchants. Possibly knew Bruce . Tim was a secret dick fanboy because of his traveling performer era (thought he was really cool and badass). Some more death and adoption.
I haven't fully thought about Damian s backstory yet and the relationship between Talia and Bruce, since I like the idea of them being from Essos , but that's what i have for him so far. Speaking high Valyrian and some other languages, accent while speaking in English ✨
I haven't come up with anything for Cass, Steph and duke yet
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the scars we bare ch2
aaaaand here's part two. if you saw me promise this would be done on tuesday no you didn't <333
thank you to everyone who took the time to read this. it nearly killed me and i loved it
summary: emma swan came to the underworld with one purpose; to rescue the man she loved from hades' grip. and she would do anything, sacrifice everything in order to that happen. when hades offers her a deal, a test of their true love, she takes it. in the end though, the bargain might just take more for them than they have to give. S5B canon divergence
tw: minor moments of gore and torture, also brief mentions of abuse
✨ ch1 | Ao3 link ✨
Hades hadn’t lied about starting from the beginning. The memories they witnessed were, quite literally, some of the earliest moments of their lives. From infancy to childhood, the memories seemed to blur together. At times they watched together, both occupying the same head, witnessing old, long forgotten moments. Other times they were separated, both of them lost in the long, endless tunnel of sound and noise that led to yet another moment in time.
As the memories blurred together, one into the next, it occurred to Killian how similar their childhoods were. Aside from the time and setting, they could almost be confused for the same, miserable adolescence. The same empty bellies, the same too-cold nights, the same edgy fear of the too-large hands that reached out to slap or to hit. And sometimes, in the worst memories, the hands that would reach out and grab. The hands that would pet and coax, almost comforting. But even in the minds of the young children they knew not to trust them. So they ran. And when they couldn’t run, they fought. They bit and screamed and clawed until the large hands learned not to touch so easily.
Through it all, one key difference made itself apparent. The loneliness. Killian had felt small as a child, had felt fear and isolation, but never truly lonely, not when he had Liam. Liam who fought for him, who protected him, who held him through the worst of it. Emma had no one. She floated through her hopeless childhood completely and totally alone.
At times people would drift in, foster parents who promised to love her, friends who tried to get closer. But in the end, they left. They always left.
Memories of Ingrid and Lily seemed to blur together. The bright hopeful spark that this person, this bond, would be different. That they would choose her and mean it. And when their betrayals hit her, blindsided her defenses, it hardened her. She built walls around her heart so high no one would ever scale them again. Killian ached for her.
Through the bond he felt her, felt her presence, and tried to reach for her. He felt her hesitation, and imagined himself wrapping his arms around her. The feeling of her stilled, then softened, curling into him.
He’d spent nearly three centuries alone like that. It ate at a person. He couldn’t imagine a life that had known only that aching, hollow loneliness from the very beginning.
Eventually the memories slowed. They became mundane and repetitive. It felt as if they were watching days pass just for the sake of wasting time. Hades was toying with them, drawing out the memory spell to keep them there longer. Killian pushed against it.
That’s enough, he thought loudly inside his head. Do you hear me hades? I said that’s enough.
The memories broke apart, dropping them back into the middlemist field. Killian staggered, glaring at the god lounging in the chair. He had a drink now, a bright blue cocktail with a miniature umbrella sticking out from it. He toasted them with it and grinned.
“Enjoying the show?”
“You’ve made your point,” Killian snapped. “We don't need to drag this out.”
Hades' eyes grew sharp, focusing on something behind Killian. “Oh I don't know about that,” he said quietly.
Killian turned and stopped. Emma swayed behind him, her eyes unfocused, her face white. He rushed to her, his hand moving to her face, his hooked arm snaking around her when she faltered and nearly fell.
“Emma! Emma, look at me.”
Refusing to take his eyes off her, he snarled back at Hades. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“Just following the rules of our deal. Isn’t that right Emma?”
Emma groaned, trying to push herself free from Killian's hold, but his arms didn’t move.
“Killian, it’s ok,” she said with a croak in her voice. “I just need a minute.”
“What is he talking about? What does he mean ‘the rules of your deal?’”
Emma took a long shuddering breath and pulled herself upright, standing taller. Some colour returned to her cheeks and Killian cautiously let his grip on her relax.
“He told me that in order for him to trust me, to make sure that I would see this through and mean it, I'd have to put some of my magic into it.”
Killian felt dawning horror bleed from his chest and into his lungs.
“What does that mean?” he asked quietly.
She looked at him. “The memory spell he's using, it’s mine. I’m the one who cast it.”
There was a ringing in Killian’s ears, a shrill, staticky whine that made the world fade away for a moment. Her magic. They were standing inside her spell. He tried to think of how much power a spell of this size would take to keep going, and couldn’t conceive of it. Every moment that passed, ever second they stayed there, she was expending magic at an alarming rate. He could see it now, from the way her hands shook to how her skin looked thin enough to see through. It was devouring her. The magic was drinking her dry, hungry and unstoppable.
Hades let out a gleeful giggle and clapped his hands. “And there it is! I was wondering when you’d tell him.”
Killian heard the god of death move, and turned to watch him as he strutted closer. “A bit different when you’re not the dark one hmm? You’ll notice the magic hits just a liiiittle bit harder using light magic instead of all that infinite dark one mojo.”
“Go to hell,” Emma muttered, glancing back at Killian. “I'm ok. I swear I'm ok.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked, not quite able to keep the betrayal from his voice.
She looked at him for a long, heartbreaking moment. Something tragic flashed in her gaze, there and gone in seconds. “Would you have agreed if you knew?”
“No,” he said reflexively. The truth. He wouldn’t have. “But that was my choice to make Emma.”
She nodded “I know.”
"Can you end it? Call off the magic?"
Her head shook. "Not while I'm under the sleeping curse. As long as I'm asleep the magic keeps going until this is over."
Her words struck him in the chest, robbing the air from his lungs. Of course. This had been Hades' plan all along. To force her to burn herself out. The cruelty of reliving memories was just a bonus.
“Why?” he asked, “just tell me why.”
She frowned, looking up at him. “I wouldn't leave you here. I can't.”
She was going to kill herself for him. He knew it even before she answered. She’d die down here and he didn’t know how to stop her.
“You have to go back Emma. You need to figure out a way to call off this spell and you have to go home.”
“I can do this. Killian please-” her voice broke and Killian felt his resolve crumble. “Do you trust me?” she asked after a moment
He smiled even as his heart split in half. “With my life.”
Her answering smile could have lit the entire night sky. “Ok then. See this through with me. We can do this. Together.”
He wanted to say no. He needed to make her see. Did she even know? Couldn't she feel how much this spell was taking from her? But when she looked at him, when her chin raised and a light started to ignite behind her steady gaze, he knew he couldn’t stop her. Not yet, not now. But soon. Somehow, he would figure out a way to save her from herself.
As if caught in her current, he nodded at her mutely, and another door sprang into being beside them, swinging open and inviting them in. She took his hand again.
“It’ll be ok,” she said, a promise he knew she couldn’t keep.
When she stepped through he followed her, powerless to do anything but let himself fall down after her.
***
Emma was tired. And pissed. And sore. And so filled with guilt it nearly choked the life out of her. She’d lied to him. Again. He probably wouldn’t forgive her this time.
She’d live with it. Somehow, even if he walked away from her after this, if she managed to save him? It would be worth it.
They were falling again, she was holding his hand as the magic flowed around them. What he said earlier stuck with her. Hades was playing them. He wanted to drain her and let her die inside the sleeping curse. She realized that much. She needed to figure out a way to move this along. They needed a way out, and fast.
She tried to think, tried to feel for the edges of the magic. It was her spell damn it. If anyone knew a way out it would be her. But how-
She was thrown, full force into another memory before she had a chance to finish her thought.
In this one, Killian was back on the Jolly, in the captain’s quarters. A man with dark blonde curls stood behind the desk, his grin infectious. Emma felt the rush of love and relief at the sight of the man’s face. Liam. This must be Liam. She should’ve known from the smile. It was almost a twin to Killian’s.
“What now brother?” Killian asked.
“We reveal our king’s cowardice,” Liam announced, marching around the desk, grabbing his jacket.
Emma felt Killian's trust, his complete and total belief in his brother’s ability, and her heart hurt horribly.
They kept talking, making plans and speaking about the future. Overhead someone called to brace for landing and the ship shook beneath their feet. They grinned at each other and Killian moved to the window, glancing out at the waves, a sense of new found purpose lighting inside him. They were going to expose the king, become heroes. No one else had to die because of his treachery.
“What do you say Liam? Want some company when you report to the admiralty?” Killian grinned as he turned to Liam. Liam who was doubled over in pain. Liam whose face was turning ashen and grey.
Killian ran to him, grabbing for his brother, trying to pull him up. “No! Liam! Liam please!” he was begging, pleading to anyone who would listen for help
In his arms Liam gurgled, thin veins of inky black creeping across his face like curling spider limbs. Emma held on as Killian’s panic and grief crashed into her all at once, watching the life drain from his brother’s face. Killian’s voice sounded so tragically young when he begged for help, it nearly pulled her under.
How could one person bear it? she thought again. All this loss. How did he keep moving forward, carrying it all?
She wondered how much more there would be. Who else had he lost? What else had he sacrificed and bartered away? How much more would Hades force her to witness?
None of this was new to her. None of these memories revealed “the man Killian Jones really was.” She already knew damn well who he was, and her heart broke for him. For who he had been and who he was now.
She was done. This was over. This pointless test was ending. Now.
She flared out her power in her mind. She could feel the borders of the spell that trapped them, felt the solid walls of it. She imagined herself reaching out both hands and pushed. Hard.
She felt the bars of her cage start to give and pushed again, harder this time, imagining herself balling her hands into fists and slamming them against the wall again and again. Cracks started to form. The memory she was in faded away, Liam's body and Killian's mind floating back into the past where they belonged. Here, in the present, Emma Swan wrapped herself in her power like armour and pictured the face of the man she loved.
And punched her fist straight through the spell, shattering it.
***
Killian let the memory pull him where it wanted. He hoped it would be over quickly. He still needed to figure out a way to save Emma from herself. The answer, of course, came to him almost instantly. There was one way to show Emma the man he was. The man he hid from her. He had to show her the truth of his past. She would be horrified, she would leave and it would break whatever was left of the heart she had put back together. But she would be safe. She would go back to her life and she would love again. She would move on.
The thought of it. Of Emma Swan moving on without him, of her loving someone new almost destroyed him. But he knew deep in his bones that he would tear himself apart for her happiness. He had done it before and would do it again.
The memory formed around him as his decision was made. He glanced around. Emma stood alone in a dark back alley. Nervous excitement, and youthful joy crowded her mind. She was happy, so dizzyingly happy it made her head spin.
She was looking at a gold wrist watch, two sizes too big on her wrist and frowned, nerves started to edge their way into her excitement. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone. Baelfire- No, Neal’s face, filled her mind. He was late. He was supposed to be there and he was late.
She dialed the phone and held it to her ear, frowning when the automated voice told her the number had been disconnected. The hell? Had he forgotten to pay the damn phone bill again?
“Damn right there’s an error,” she muttered, starting to dial again.
“Unless he set you up,” a loud voice called from behind her.
She turned and froze at the sight of the gun pointed at her. Icy, numb panic flooded through her, made her heart stop. When the cop told her to put her hands on her head she obeyed robotically, not understanding. Neal? Where was Neal?
The cop was talking but Emma could barely hear him over the rush in her ears. He was full of shit, she was thinking. He didn’t have anything on her, and she told him as much.
“Possession of stolen goods,” he said, gesturing to the watch with the butt of his gun. “Your boy set you up.”
Emma could only stare. Neal . she thought. Just Neal , over and over.
“He called in a tip, told us to take a look at the surveillance footage at the train station.”
The words hit her like a physical blow. He’d betrayed her. She’d loved him, gave him everything she had, and he’d betrayed her. Cold, aching misery filled her head. Killian felt it, letting it wash over him. She was alone again and all he could do was watch.
When the cop turned her, snapped the cuffs of her wrists, a numb fury filled her, clouded her mind and settled deep in her bones until walls made of steel formed around her heart. Never again. She would never let herself believe in love. Love made you stupid. It used you up and softened you until you were helpless. Never again.
Killian let the memories move around him, too tired to fight them. So much hurt filled his head, both his and hers, like old scar tissue, hard and calloused. Had love ever come into her life without strings? Without hurt? The unfairness of it made his blood boil.
When the memory finally stilled, she was in a police station. The officer across from her asked her her age. In a quiet, barely there voice she answered; “Seventeen.”
“Got a kid your age,” the cop said flatly and Emma didn’t know how to respond.
Killian tried to focus on the memory, but everything felt blurry. Time seemed to move too fast and too slow all at once, sliding around him.
“Killian.”
Inside Emma's mind, he froze. The memory around him came to a grinding halt, nothing moving.
“Killian, we need to go.”
He turned, no longer in Emma's head, but in his own body, sitting inside her frozen memory. Emma, his Emma, stood in front of him, her hand extended.
“C’mon,” she said, “This way, we need to go before Hades finds us.”
He was on his feet, hand in hers and moving before he could ask any questions. She led him to a door with an exit sign above it and pushed through. Instead of the back street he’d been expecting, Granny’s dinner sat before him.
“Emma what-?"
“Just keep moving,” she snapped, breaking into a run.
They ran together through another door, this one leading them to Mary Margret and David’s loft. He tried to make sense of what he was seeing but Emma was pulling him forward still. They headed through another door into the cabin of the Jolly Roger. Then through another into their bed chambers from Camelot. She led him through door after door, all places he recognized, places they had shared together, until finally they crashed through back into the middlemist field.
It was exactly the same as the field they had started in, only it was night time now. They were dressed as they had been in Camelot, she in her white gown and him in his black coat.
She gasped when they came to a halt, stumbling and nearly falling. He caught her, cradling her head as he brought them both to the grass.
“Emma!” her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged. “Emma, what did you do?”
“Bought-” she took a shaking breath. “Bought us more time.”
She was still for a moment before opening her eyes. “You were right, Hades is toying with us and I'm tired of it.”
She moved to sit up and Killian saw her arms were trembling even as her shoulders straightened and her jaw set with determination.
“I’m done screwing around. We’re going to finish his stupid test, and then we’re going home.”
“Emma,” he dropped his forehead against hers. Cold sweat dampened her skin. “Emma, this has to end. You can’t keep going like this.”
He felt her nod. “Agreed. That’s why we’re only going to important memories, ones that-”
“No more bloody memories!” he bellowed, whipping his head up and gripping her shoulder. “This ends now. Call hades, call whoever. But tell them it’s over before you kill yourself.”
“No.”
Her one word answer made his teeth grit, fear and anger nearly blinding him. “I won’t sit here and let you die for me Emma.”
She was still for a moment, studying him. “You’ve already died for me three times, Killian. I'm not stopping.”
He reared back as if she’d hit him. “So what? This is payback? Retribution? I die so you have to as well?”
“No!" the colour was back in her face now, her eyes alive and burning. “No this is me doing what I have to to save the man I love. And I will.”
He shook his head, raising to his feet. “No. Emma, no. I'm not worth this. I'm not worth losing your life over.”
She stood, the fine tremor in her limbs gone now, a halo of light magic behind her. “I’m the one who gets to decide that. Killian-” she broke off, then tried again. “Killian, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the whole truth. I should have and I'm sorry. But I am telling you now. I'm seeing this through. Because you’re worth it.”
“Enough!” his shout echoed across the field, shook the grass around their feet. “You want to see what kind of man you’re trying to save? The man you want to die for? Here.”
He thought of it, the worst things he had ever done, every unspeakable act he had ever committed and formed them into one solid, writhing mass in his mind. Inside the heart of the memory spell, the magic grabbed hold of him, greedily drinking in his shame. A door sprang into life between them.
“Here, walk through here and see.”
She looked at him. One long, horrible silent moment passed as time held its breath. Then, she turned, opened the door and walked through.
***
There was no tunnel of light, no waiting, no falling. The memories started all at once. Killian with a sword in his hand, laughing, blood spraying on his face as he drove the blade through another man. Killian, with his hand wrapped around an insubordinate crew member's throat. The man was begging for mercy but Killian only squeezed tighter, his rage cold and unforgiving. Another man on his knees, pleading with Killian, telling him of the family who needed him, before Killian ran him through.
The memories felt sharp, pointed. They bit into her skin and tore at her, shredding her clothes and ripping her hair. All of it ruthless, unforgiving. At the heart of them, Killian stood with his heart completely black and hardened, a vicious grin on his face. The deadliest pirate of the seas. Revenge and blood and pain all muddied together in a blinding red haze around her.
He wore rings on his fingers, of the men he killed. He remembered all of their faces. In the darkness of his cabin he tortured himself with their memories. Of the feeling of ending their lives. He'd felt nothing while he did it, and yet in the quiet of his own mind he sliced himself open again and again at the sight of the rings.
A bastard. A miserable, cruel bastard. He loved it. And he hated it.
Emma sat in the corners of his mind and watched as the centuries moved in a blur. The heart inside Killian's chest turned hard as stone. Slowly, the killings grew less vicious. They became methodical. Practiced.
Faces blurred past, cursing him, and he welcomed it. He was cursed.
Every part of him grew colder, harder, crueler. He no longer felt any sense of justice from the death around him. He felt nothing, only a bleak, yawning emptiness that he let fester and rot until there was nothing of him left. A living corpse that bayed to the sky for revenge. A man made of decay.
***
In the field, cradling her body, Killian waited for Emma to awaken. When her eyes slowly fluttered, he braced himself, waiting for the hatred in her eyes, the revulsion. She blinked and stared up at him for a long moment. Then the most horrifically beautiful sight passed through her eyes; forgiveness.
“Killian,” she murmured, her hand reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He found it hard to breathe. A lump had formed in his chest, growing hard and sharp.
Emma pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around him. “It's ok,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He pulled away from her and just stared. “No. Emma no-you can’t-”
“Just shut up,” she said, her eyes closing as she rose to her feet. He followed her, his arms ready to catch her. She sounded so tired and it terrified him.
“Was that it? Was that supposed to prove something to me?” her eyes opened and the green depths were so clear and understanding it completely shattered him. “It was a good try, pretty rough stuff. But Killian? Did you think I didn't know about your past?”
“I-”
“I know who you are. I know who you were then and I know who you are now.”
“Emma please, don’t do this.”
“I love you Killian. I love the man you are right now. And that’s the man I'm going to save.”
Laughter formed in his chest, rough and malformed, it thrust out of his throat in a harsh burst.
“You can’t Emma, it’s too late, don’t you see that? Please. You need to let me go,” he looked down at the field of flowers beneath their feet then back up at her. In her white gown, lit by moonlight, she seemed to glow. “This is where it should have ended the first time love. Where it was always meant to end. Please just listen to me. You can’t stay here and die for me. I’m telling you now, I’m not worth your salvation. I’m not worth your life.”
She shook her head in short, frustrated jerks. “And I’m telling you, that you’re wrong.” Her hands lifted, framing his face. Hot, angry tears forming in her eyes, shining like burning stars. “I’m not offering you salvation Killian. You already earned that all on your own. I’m offering you a life, a home. With me.”
He smiled, trying to trace every line of her face, trying to memorize the curve of her cheek and the way her eyes lit with emerald flames. He wanted to burn her memory into his mind, how she looked at this exact moment, full of righteous purpose. His Swan.
“I know you love me Emma. And I know you feel you need to save me. But you can’t. Whatever misplaced guilt that’s keeping you here, please just forget about it. It’s alright,” his hand reached up to touch the ends of her hair, running the strands of them through his fingertips. “It will be alright.”
“Is that what you think?” she jerked free of his hold, took a step back. Whatever exhaustion had clouded her expression before was burned away, replaced with something hot and furious. “That I came all the way down here, let myself get cursed, put myself through all this, because I feel guilty?”
“Emma-”
“Well guess what? I do! I do feel guilty. I got you killed in Camelot and then I brought you back and cursed us all. And you know what? I'd do it again. I’d do this a hundred times over and then a hundred more times because when it comes to you Killian Jones? I'm selfish. Because. You. Are. Mine.”
She punctuated each word in short, clipped bursts that hit him like cannon fire to the chest.
“You’re mine,” she repeated, taking a step towards him, invading his space. “And I’m yours. And I'm not leaving you down here. I'm not leaving you with Hades. Because I love you. I love you so much and I'm bringing you home. We. Are going. Home.”
She was swaying, magic seemed to frame her like a halo. He couldn’t look away. “You told me, back in Storybrooke when I was the dark one, that it didn’t matter what I had done, that you still loved me. Well guess what? It's a two way street. Whatever you’ve done Killian? It doesn’t matter. I love you. I love you as the man you are now. The man who did those things and who still changed. They’re a part of you. And I love every single part.”
Her eyes were burning. He stared at them, transfixed. She had always been like golden sunlight to him. Now she was like a supernova, lighting him on fire.
“We are going to get through this together. And then you’re going to kiss me, break this stupid sleeping curse, and we’re going to go home.”
She sounded so certain, he didn’t know what to say. His mouth moved to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. What could he even say? That this wouldn’t work? That if he was right then this whole endeavor was doomed? That while they loved each other, it might not be true love?
“What?” she asked, searching his face. Slowly, a dawning look of realization came over her face. “You don’t think it will work. The kiss.”
“It isn’t just that, Emma-” he swallowed around a lump in throat. “Emma I love you, and I know you love me. But true love is the rarest magic there is. What if we’re wrong?”
“We’re not. I know it. I know what we have, I know it’s true love.”
Her confidence crashed over him like a wave. He wanted to drown in it. He wanted her belief, needed it so badly at that moment. But he just couldn’t.
“You still don’t believe me,” she said, studying him. “Ok then. Here. I’ll show you”
He saw her raise her hand, and dread filled him, knowing what she was about to do. Calling another door now would drain what was left of her magic and probably kill her.
“Emma don't! You can’t-”
Her hand flicked once, a surge of power snaking out like a ribbon of smoke, forming another door. She stood for a beat, then staggered. He cursed as he caught her, his arm circling her as her legs gave out and she fell into him.
“There,” her voice was barely audible as she jerked her chin toward the newly formed door. “Let's go. You’ll see what I mean.”
Annoyance, terror, and misery surged through him all at once. Her face was too pale, her fingertips cold where they touched his arm. They didn’t have time for this. But as he looked into her face, saw the determination in her eyes even under half closed lids, he knew. There was only one way forward.
“When this is over,” he said carefully, bending down to pick her up even as she huffed a protest. “If by some miracle we make it out, you’re going to bed for two weeks. I'm locking the door and throwing the phones away. Understood?”
She grumbled even as her head lolled against his chest. “If we get out of this, I'm sleeping for a month.” she muttered.
“Deal.”
Her face brightened with the ghost of a smile as the door opened and he carried her across.
***
The memories started so gently, inviting him now, rather than dragging him. Inside them, he could feel Emma beside him, her presence like a steady heartbeat, guiding him. He held onto her, felt her grip him back, and let them both fall into the past together.
They were alone, in his cabin below the deck of the Jolly. He was stretched out beside her, asleep on the too small bunk. Through Emma’s eyes, he watched her reach out and brush the fringe of his hair away from his face. Love, a constant, drumming, beating force inside her heart, bloomed up and spilled over her. In the privacy of his room, where no one could see, she let the tears sneak into the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t known it could feel like this. That love could be simple sometimes, that it could be peaceful. Killian made loving him so easy that it had almost blindsided her a few weeks ago when she realized what she had been feeling. She loved him. Of course she loved him.
There were times it nearly overwhelmed her. Even thoughts of him were enough to have the feeling flood though her, washing her in the blinding glow of it. She hadn’t felt love like this, not once in her life. She’d thought she had, thought she knew everything love had to offer and decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. But god. For Killian? She would do anything, give anything for this feeling. She would have loved him for free. She didn’t know how not to.
In the memory, past-Killian’s eyes fluttered. He groaned something in his sleep, turning to her, reaching for her. He was always doing that. She wondered if he knew. She moved her head to rest it on his chest, felt the steady beat of his heart and grounded herself with it. And when she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips.
The memory blurred, winding around them. Killian felt helpless to stop it. They were at Granny’s, sitting together at a booth. He was making her laugh about something, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. The bright glow of her love for him was like a banking fire, strong and steady. When he turned to look at her, when she saw in his eyes the love he felt for her like an answer to her own, it took her breath away, the love inside her chest growing into an inferno. She knew he loved her. She could feel it in every moment he spent with her. Killian Jones loved her so much it practically shone out from him and bathed her in the warmth of it.
It scared her at times, being loved so strongly. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever loved her this much. She didn’t think anyone ever would again.
More memories formed, all blurring over one another. They were in the car, Killian had brought her coffee and remembered to include extra sugar packets. She’d kissed him like they were teenagers making out in the backseat. Then they were at the station together, going through paperwork. Emma had shivered and Killian had thrown his coat over her shoulders without looking up, the act almost second nature to him. She thought her heart might have burst open in that moment.
Killian wanted to stay in these moments, wanted to live in them as long as he could. But they were moving him, gently guiding him, and he let himself be pulled along.
They were on her bed in the loft. She was on top of him, dizzy, joyful relief making her giddy. He was alive. She had watched him die in another realm and here he was. Alive.
She loved him so much at that moment and it nearly paralyzed her. She had almost lost him without telling him, almost lost her chance to say it out loud, to make it real. And the idea of that terrified her even more. She should say it, now while they were alone, while they had this time. In his eyes she could see he knew, he knew the words she wanted to say, could feel his anticipation.
He loved her, but he hadn’t told her. He hadn’t needed to of course, she already knew. But still he had held off, waiting for her to make the first move. He knew her better than anyone else, and he knew she would run if he moved too fast. So he waited for her. He was waiting now.
The words were there, ready, waiting to come out. And she couldn’t say them.
If she told him, it would become something else. It would be out there, in the open, for anyone else to see. In this moment, her love, this perfect, precious feeling, was only theirs. It belonged to only them. And she wanted to protect it, keep it safe. At least for a little while longer.
She would tell him. Soon. She would sit him down and tell him the words and make everything real. But for now? For now all she wanted to do was hold him. To feel the weight and the warmth of him beneath her. To sit in the feeling of his unspoken love for her, just a minute more.
Killian’s heart clenched, hard. Inside the frozen moment he felt Emma, his Emma, press a kiss to his face. Sorry, she thought, and he heard it inside his head. I’m sorry Killian.
There was nothing for her to be sorry about. She loved him. He adored every bloody inch of her and in return? She loved him back so fiercely he was nearly blown down from the force of it.
He tried to imagine himself holding her, pulling her close. Was there more? More quiet memories like this? Full of love and endless happiness? He thought he’d like to see them.
But slowly, the memories started to fade, the colours running, the sound quieting. All around them, the light dimmed, and the magic ended.
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Emma, he thought. Emma.
She had been right all along. It was true love. How could it not be? How could this feeling be anything less than true love? He woke in the field, his heart full, turning to reach out for her.
She lay in the grass beside him, unmoving.
For one awful, terrible second, Killian could only stare. Her face was too white, the skin of her eyelids a pale purple, her lips blue. She wasn’t breathing.
“No.” The word came out as a whisper. “Emma no.”
He moved mechanically, his arms jerky, his breathing shallow. No she couldn’t be. He had just been with her, in the memory. She’d been alive and had kissed him, she was-
Her whispered words came to him, unbidden. I’m sorry Killian. What had she been apologizing for?
“No.” He repeated the word. “No, no, NO, NO!”
He touched her cheek and nearly flinched back. Her skin was frozen. Terror built up in him in a frenzy, a dull whine building in his head. She couldn’t be. She couldn’t.
He pulled her to him, his movements gentle, like she might shatter in his hold. Her head lolled to the side, her arms heavy and dragging, a dead weight at her sides. Something primal beat through his veins, a screaming, gnawing terror that bordered on hysteria. She was not dead. They had not done all this, come this far, for her to die.
He pressed his ear to her chest and nearly sobbed when he heard a heartbeat. It was sluggish, but it was there.
“Emma please, you need to wake up.” He cupped her face, rubbing his thumb across the icy chill of her skin, trying to press some colour into it. “I need you to wake up. Please-” his last word broke on a strangled plea, tears filling his vision.
A crack of magic snaked through the air and a door exploded into life several feet away from him. Hades burst through, his face a mask of pure rage.
“You little-” he hissed. He came to a halt at the edge of the field, his snarl freezing at the sight of Emma in Killian’s arms.
“Well now. Isn’t this something?” A cruel, vicious grin split his face. “This looks almost familiar doesn’t it? Killian Jones, holding the body of the woman he couldn’t save.”
His words bounced off Killian, unheard. He was too deep inside his own churning panic. She was fading, every second they spent here, she was slipping away. There was only one thing left he could think to do.
“Emma,” he murmured, brushing the hair from her face. “If you can hear me, please. Come back to me.”
He cupped her face and lifted it gently. From behind him he heard Hades shout.
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE-”
Killian pressed his lips to Emma’s.
And the world exploded.
***
Emma had seen true love magic before. She’d felt it herself when Henry had nearly died in her arms. The raw power of it had taken her breath away. But it was a different feeling altogether to be the one receiving it. To be kissed by her true love. It felt like coming home. It felt like love. It felt like everything.
Every moment together, every lingering thought, every second she had loved and been loved by Killian Jones crystallized into one perfect, all consuming force of magic that flowed all at once into her body. It ran down her boneless arms, flowing into struggling lungs, and filled her with a warmth and a light so full and strong it felt like being lit from within. And when she started to wake, when the sleeping curse snapped apart and her eyes flew open, she swore she could taste rum and sea salt in the air.
Killian’s face floated in the space above her, his wide eyes shining as his mouth hung open in an expression Emma could only describe as awe.
“Told you,” she said with a smile, her tired eyes still half drooping. “True love’s kiss. Works every time.”
He let out a watery laugh, dropping his forehead to hers. “Aye that you did. Should have known you’d be right.”
She hummed a weary sound of pleasure, even as her exhausted body throbbed like a bad toothache. Her fingers moved up to thread their way through his hair. “Wanna see if we can do it again?”
His breath fanned across her cheek as he huffed out a laugh. “May have delay that love. First,” he glanced up. “I believe we should figure out where exactly we are.”
Emma frowned as things slowly started to come back into focus. White, glowing light seemed to surround them from everywhere, and when she tried to slowly pull herself up, the floor beneath her felt smooth and warm to the touch.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said as she looked around. It almost resembled a hallway. The widest and most expensive hallway she’d ever been in. It had golden marble floors and walls, and impossibly tall, carved column pillars that held up a domed ceiling. It rose so high above them that they had to crane their heads all the way back to see it.
“Another memory?” she asked him.
“Not one of mine.”
“Well it’s not mine, I think I would’ve remembered this place.” she said, trying to squint up at the airy, arched ceiling.
“If you’re both done laying around,” a voice called from behind them. “The way out is over there.”
Emma nearly jumped as Killian's arms tightened around her, both of them quickly turning to look at the woman seated at the far end of the hall who hadn’t been there a moment ago. She sat, half sprawled on a stone bench draped with spotted furs, a massive bow between her bent knees that she was trying to restring. Her copper skin seemed to glow faintly as she pulled the string taught and glanced up at them, clearly annoyed. Emma tried not to tense when she noticed the intense yellow of her eyes, or the way her pupil seemed to lock onto them like a hawk.
“Well?” she asked again, jerking her chin towards the other end of the hall. “Go on, you can’t stay here forever.”
“Ah, where exactly?” Emma stuttered as Killian helped her to her feet.
The strange woman with the bird eyes waved her hand, dismissing them. “Just ask one of the others, I'm busy here.”
“One of the others…?” Killian murmured, trailing off as they both turned.
Dozens of bodies suddenly moved around them, all of them with deep skin that held the same faint glow as the woman, and all draped in loose, airy fabrics cinched at the waists. Some slowed to stare at them, their smiles warm but puzzled. Others ignored them completely, pushing past with somewhere else to be.
“So I guess we just,” Emma gestured forward. “Find the exit.”
“It would appear that way,” Killian said with a frown as his hand found hers, pulling her closer.
“Are they..? I mean do you think we’re in-?”
“I don't think it would be wise to ask that question,” Killian said in a hushed tone, keeping his eyes lowered. “I have a distinct impression that we aren't allowed to stay here very long.”
Emma tried not to stare as they moved past the impossibly beautiful masses, even when she felt the force of their power brushing against her senses. The sudden, overwhelming urge to not draw attention to themselves, took over her, and she tried to shrink.
“Up there,” she whispered to Killian as she pointed to a spot where the hallway opened up and forked off in two different directions. “Let’s just pick one and hope the way out is somewhere along there.”
He nodded, gripping her hand tighter. As they got closer, they veered left, away from the crowd of people, and down another hallway. This was once smaller than the first, and quieter, but still managed to tower over them.
“If we get lost here…” Emma said after a moment.
“Let’s hope very hard it doesn’t come to that.” Killian said tightly, pulling her through an arched passageway. “I imagine this isn’t a place they allow you to overstay your welcome.”
They moved into a massive room, the floor curving down towards an enormous raised platform that held a throne made of pulsing, molten gold. On it, a bearded man, nearly three times their size, towered over them. His fingers drummed against the arms of the chair, sending sparks of lightning shooting and dissipating into the air.
“Welcome heroes,” he said, his voice echoing and deep. “I was wondering when you would arrive.”
Killian and Emma stood frozen, awestruck. His eyes were a burning gold and so bright they felt hot on her face. Emma's own eyes watered with the effort of looking directly at them. He smiled at them, his teeth blinding white against the dark bronze of his glowing skin.
“You have faced your trial with great bravery I see.”
“I-ah thank you. We appreciate that,” she murmured, at a loss for what else to say. “Are you-? I mean is this-?”
He leaned forward, his attention on them scalding, like the heat of the sun beating down on them. Emma nearly felt herself take a step back, but stopped when Killian’s arm curved around her waist, holding her up.
“What Emma means is,” Killian glanced at her, his smile tight, his eyes slightly too wide. “What might we call you?”
The man reached a massive hand up, his fingers stroking the thick, dark curls around his chin. “I have many names, given to me by many people. Although, I believe the one you may know me as, is Zeus.”
“Oh.” Emma said in a whisper, unable to stop herself. Zeus. Of course. He was certainly… bigger than the other gods they’d seen.
“I’ve been watching you two as you embarked on my brother’s trials. That was quite the clever loophole to his test, little Swan,” he said, inclining his head towards her.
“Your brother?” she blinked, glancing at the crackling electricity arcing across his knuckles, then back at his sun lit face. “I can uh- see the resemblance.”
His laughter was a boom of sound that made Emma’s ears ring.
“Hades spends too long below ground,” Zeus said. “I keep telling him he should get out more, put some life back into his cheeks.”
Emma smiled and nodded, suddenly wondering if she was still caught in the dream realm. Was this really happening? Was she making small talk with the king of the literal gods? Beside her, she could feel how tense Killian stood, every line of his body pulled tight.
“You look distressed Killan Jones,” Zeus said. “I would think meeting a god would not affect you so, having met two of my brothers so far.”
Two? When the hell had he met another one? If they made it out of this without being melted into puddles, she would have to ask him about that.
“It’s not that,” Killian said, his voice deceptively calm, a charming smile on his face. “I just worry about overstaying our welcome here, as honoured as we are to be here.”
Zeus leaned back on his throne. He was enjoying this. For the time being at least.
“You two have fought well today. True heroes, both of you are welcome in my halls.”
“Thank you, that is a great honour indeed,” Killian said, his voice growing slightly sharp.
Emma could feel panic start to rise in her. They could stay here forever if they weren’t careful, talking in circles with a god who seemed in no hurry to let them leave.
“Is that why we’re here? Because we passed the trial?” she looked at Killian, held his gaze. “Did we win?”
“Well that depends,” Zeus said, his voice like heavy stones rolling down a mountain.
“Depends on what?” she asked cautiously, her tone holding none of the tremors she felt in her limbs.
“Depends on you, hero born of love and magic. Do you believe you have passed the trial? Do you believe you know now what kind of man Killian Jones really is?”
Emma felt like time held its breath. This was it. This was the sort of thing they wrote legends about wasn’t it? Trials set by the literal gods to test heroes? Everything that happened now rested on her shoulders. No pressure.
“Like I already told Hades earlier, there wasn’t any need for a test,” she said after a beat. “I already know what kind of man he is. And I was right.”
She turned to look at him and saw he was already facing her, his face filled with love and awe at the sight of her. “Well it’s true,” she said, low enough that only he could hear.
Zeus's laugh was booming. Emma tried not to wince as her ears throbbed. She glanced back at the king of the gods, her eyes going about as high as they dared without looking directly into his molten stare, and landing somewhere on his chin.
“WELL SPOKEN LITTLE SWAN!”
Emma swore her knees almost buckled beneath his praise, but still managed to nod her thanks
“I bear witness to you both. Emma Swan;” his enormous hand swept towards her. “Saviour of magic and of her people. And you Killian Jones; Hero of the Saviour.”
Emma thought she heard all the air shoot out of Killian at once, the title landing squarely on his shoulders and nearly taking him out at the knees. She gave his hand a reassuring pat. It was a good name. She would remember that.
“Thank you Zeus,” she said finally, nodding her head to him. “We’re ah- We’re both honoured.”
Killian stood still beside her, and she turned to look at him. As if drawn by her attention, he turned away from the king of gods, and leaned into her. His arms rose, circling her waist, pulling her closer.
“I will tell my brother the trial is over; you’ve both passed.” Emma could hear the grin in his voice. “I’m sure Hades will be most pleased.”
Emma doubted that. She just hoped they were both far the hell away when he heard the news.
“Are we…I mean. Are we free to go?” she looked up at him, trying not to squint as she met his stare, even when tears started to form in her eyes. “Can we go home now?”
Zeus smiled and it was like watching the sun rising between mountain peaks, the light of it so brilliant and overpowering it left spots in her vision.
“Of course,” he murmured. Behind him, a passageway opened, forming between the towering columns. White, brilliant light spilled from it, as warm and welcoming as a homecoming. “You have my blessing. Well met heroes.”
They both nodded, moving towards the door with the warmth of his stare on their backs. When they walked to the passage, hands held, Killian turned to her, his face shining. “You did it Swan.”
She gripped him, pulling him to her. “We did it. Now,” she smiled, a heavy mass buried deep in her chest finally releasing its grip on her and falling away. “Let’s go home.”
As they stepped into the light together and the magic curled around them, their heads tilted together, their lips meeting. A bright light, shining and radiant, erupted from inside them. The power of it shimmered, colour and magic spiraling together like jeweled starlight, holding a world of promise and the faint scent of middlemist blooms.
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lol so my older brother asked me why Sonic Prime is so popular and aside from you know really good writing of characters and animation, I answered it’s really the first piece of media where fans get to see the friendship between Sonic and Shadow. I mean apart from the older games we don’t get to see much of them interacting a lot. Prime handles Shadow in a way we haven’t seen since 06 and Shadow the hedgehog, not being overly edgy and mean, written as a character that’s respected and from a place of understanding who he is at his core.
If this show is considered canon (I’ve heard mixed things) then it establishes quite well that no, Shadow doesn’t hate Sonic, in fact there’s an understanding and respect between them but they don’t see eye to eye due to how they approach new situations differently but the appeal of then leading to work better together so they can be on the same page is very interesting to watch. I think it’ll clear up the misconception about how people look at their friendship.
Hopefully with the well received reception of the show SEGA will take a consideration of incorporating this dynamic into future games or possibly let the movie hold this level of characterisation of Shadow. We know SEGA does pass notes they want to establish to new projects so I’m hoping we’re going to get something good in the future. (On second thought I’m not sure about the last bit) but Yh that’s the gist of the conversation.
This. All. Of this! I applaud you so much! You’ve nailed with in explanation and clarity quite well!❤️✨👏
#As for whether of not it’s canon I do by what the producer and Devon said back in 2022. If you would like the interview I’m more than…#… happy to upload it here for you to see. It’s no problem at all!#Sonic Prime#But yeah! Looking past everything you can see that they’ve DEFINITELY nailed the dynamic. They’ve never hated each other to begin with#mystery anon#off topic#Prime!Sonic#Prime!Shadow
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Well if you're taking requests, please allow me to make one✨ I see Prime on your list as "have watched". Could I request Bounty Hunter Reader/TFP Wheeljack with a "rivals who keep hooking up cause it's easier than admitting feelings" thing ? Thank you so much(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。Nuetral/Masc Bot reader is def preferred
TFP Wheeljack x GN Cybertronian Reader
Reader is gender neutral
Bot instead of mech or femme
Reader frame type, paint job, etc. is unspecified
NSFW
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You've been in the bounty hunting business for a long long time, even before the war. Often being hired by the one who had the most money to offer you. During the war there were times that the Autobots had more and others the Cons did, there were other times it was a completely different species. You found things in both groups that you disliked, the Autobots were prideful and the Decepticons were cruel. You especially disliked the wreckers, no matter what side they are on.
And there was one who was consistently disruptive. He really grinded your gears. He's a decent sized mech, white, red, and green paint job and two large finials on the sides of his helm. The finials were an unmistakable characteristic of his that by appearance alone, made you edgy. He liked to push your buttons and tease you.
But his favorite pass time is to flirt with you like he wasn't just angering you a few kliks ago. His servos wander over your frame as he smirks knowingly at you, like if you've already succumbed to his 'charm'. He thinks he has you wrapped around his digits like copper wire but you always argue that he doesn't. Even when he's spiking you real good you deny that you enjoy it, degrading him the entire time. He, of course, pokes back, telling you this, you, is nothing to him.
Most of the time when he sees you you're glaring deep into his optics, a blatant display of your disdain for the mech. He can feel your scowl as he presses his derma against yours. A sour tint in the charge of your glossa while he sticks his own down your intake. His servos are holding you up against the wall, digits digging into your prtomesh between your plating. Spike thrusting in and out of your tight valve, dripping with your fluids.
He releases your derma and just looks you in the optics while he pounds you into the wall. For a moment he sees a softness in them. Feels a small spark of compassion come off of you, your face goes slack for a moment. He grunts deeply and buries his face in your neck cables. He lets out a chuckle before he bites down on one of them.
You're such a gorgeous bot. Perfect frame which is accentuated when you're pressed up against him like you are now. Legs wrapped around his waist, servos holding onto his shoulders for support. He can't help it but try to make you upset when he sees you. He loves when you get all soft and vulnerable like this, when you're not so hostile towards him.
He knows its his fault that you're always so defensive around him. He's the reason that you won't show him all of you the way he wants you to. He bounces you up and down faster on his spike trying to ignore his feelings. For now, the soft pants and moans coming from your intake are more than enough for him. But man does he hate having to settle for things.
In his frustration he thrusts harder, you cry out and hold onto him even tighter. Wheeljack grinds his denta together, groaning with every thrust upward into you. The clanging of metal hitting metal and the squelch of your wet valve fills his audials. Your warm breath tickles his neck cables.
"Ah, oh please." You whine into his neck. Optics squeezed shut as you feel every ridge of his spike push past your calipers. You grind down onto his spike, your own rubbing against his abdomen.
"Yeah yeah," He taunts, "I know what I'm doing." His voice is gruff and his tone is sharp. His optics stare into the wall behind you. He's so frustrated. With you and himself.
"I hate you." You groan out before you bite down on his neck cables. Denta digging into the smooth mesh covering the wires. The pain adds to his pleasure and makes him moan deeply. His spike twitches inside of you, he's getting close. And if the fluttering of your valve wasn't hint enough, he can tell you're getting close too.
"You piece of scrap." He says through gritted denta. His servo let's go of your leg, making you stand, to wrap around your throat. His digits squeeze and he stares into your optics with a grin. You scowl at him in turn, optics flickering with the building overload in your system. His glossa flicks over your derma, licking up the bit of lubricant that dribbled out.
You glare at him and try pulling his servo from your neck. He tuts at you and tightens his grip. He puts more force into his thrusts. Spike hitting you deep and hard.
"Ngh, overload for me gearhead." He chuckles at how you shudder from the command.
"Mmm-no!" You cry defiantly as you shut your optics.
"No~?" His servo releases your throat. "Aww, c'mon sweetspark, pleeaase~." He begs you as the servo previously wrapped around your throat reaches down and gently rubs at your anterior node. You gasp. Your back arches and you lean into his touch. It doesn't take very long until your calipers are spasming around his spike.
You throw your helm back with a loud moan as your overload crashes into you, charge bursting and sending an electric current down your spinal strut. His hips stutter for a moment.
"Jeeze darling, your valve is trying so hard to milk my spike." He grunts deeply. You reply with a small whine. "I'll give you what you want gearhead." You moan at the insult. He lifts you up again and uses you to reach his own overload. And in no time he reaches his limit, painting your insides with his transfluid.
Your optics leak coolant from the corners. Overstimulated and fucked to exhaustion. Another shudder passes through you when he pulls out. Both of you are panting, cooling fans slowing down. His transfluid leaks from your valve and puddles on the floor beneath you.
He's still holding you up, leaning against you, face in your neck again. Neither of you say anything for a long time, just recovering from the hot session. He sets you down but remains cautious, you have fallen a few times before after rough sessions so he is trying to be on the safer side this time. With him being so close but not touching you you both just stare into eachothers optics for a little. Searching your thoughts for something to say, you can see in his optics he's doing the same, looking for something, anything, to say.
You look down at his servo and take it into your own.
"You can just leave it," you look down at the puddle, " I'll clean it up." You look back up. He looks confused for a moment and then it clearly clicks.
"Alright, till next time then, eh gearhead?" He pulls his servo from yours to take a cloth from his subspace to wipe himself off. He hands it to you and you take it with a scoff.
"Sure I guess." Your processor still rebooting. Your voice is static-y still and he smiles at you for it. He turns around and steps off of your ship. A sore feeling in his spark chamber as he walks to his own. Though he knows he's going to see you again, he's just not sure if he wants to keep going like this.
He thinks he might want to face his inner feelings and tell you about it but he's not sure how you'll react. He doesn't want to lose this, this bit of intimacy he has with you. You watch as he flies off into the sky. You're left feeling conflicted. You want to talk to him about your "relationship" but you know what kind of mech he is so you always think against it.
You'll keep it to yourself you guess. You look away from the glass to the puddle of fluids on the floor. You feel sad looking at it, sad that this might be the only reason he'd want to keep in touch with you. After you clean it up you don't feel so bad. When you're finally ready, you sit in your chair and pull up the next bounty.
The face of a random bot stares back at you from the glass while you continue to think. 'I'll tell him how I feel next time' you tell yourself for the hundredth time. You always think that but when it comes down to it you never can do it. Intimidated by his frame and prickly nature. You take a deep invent and release it slowly and accept the bounty contract on your display, 'next time'.
#gn reader#tfp#maccadam#cybertronian reader#transformers#tf#transformers prime#tfp wheeljack#macaddam#valveplug#valve plug#macadam#tf wheeljack#bot!reader
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Hi! I absolutely love your blog and all the wonderful things you've written, thank you so much for sharing your incredible work on here <3
I wanted to ask if ud be open to writing headcanons for a poly! relationship between gokudera, enma and their s/o?
Either way I wish you the most wonderful day and hope you are surrounded with vibes as good as your writing✨
Thank you for the kind words, nonny! I interpreted it as a dynamic wherein Gokudera and Enma are separately dating the same person, with informed consent. I honestly might add more/change my mind on these after I reread the Simon arc and get a refresher on their interactions in canon, but I have a few thoughts on it. I could not pass up an opportunity to talk about polyamory, so I hope these suffice for now!
♡ Gokudera/SO/Enma Headcanons ✧
Gokudera and Enma met through Tsuna and only grew closer when they both started dating the same person. Their S/O was completely transparent about it as their individual relationships developed, and the two men were initially pretty awkward around each other unless their shared partner was present. I think that the bond that they form as time goes on is still fairly platonic, if not only physically.. intimate, on occasion, with their partner in between.
In the beginning, Hayato felt quite tense about the arrangement and had to work through some of his insecurities to wrap his head and heart around the idea of not competing for his S/O’s affections. Enma is fairly accepting from the get-go, trusting his S/O’s positive words about Gokudera, but not being very proactive in getting to know him any more than that.
They filled different relationship niches, and it was surprisingly easy to fall into a comfortable routine, since the boys were busy with different things at different times. Their S/O gets some of the Vongola drama and Simon drama mixed up sometimes, as they both vent to their partner about new developments and whatever’s been stressing them out lately.
It’s fairly interesting for their S/O to introduce their boyfriends because from photos, people often assume that both of them are super edgy bad boys, and they only hear about how sweet and soft these guys can be from their S/O. It’s not until they meet the boyfriends in question that it all makes sense. Gokudera and Enma may be the ultimate scary dog privilege, but they have a reputation amongst their friends of being super whipped for their S/O.
Their key bonding moment was when S/O suggested that they go to a cat cafe together, since all three of them have a soft spot for kitties. Enma taught Hayato a thing or two about how to properly handle the animals, and the storm guardian was so excited when some of the cats voluntarily snuggled into his lap. It was one of the moments where it both clicked in each of their minds what their S/O saw in the other.
Both of them can be a bit scatterbrained and will leave their rings, bracelets, and belt chains behind in their S/O’s living space after visiting. They even get them mixed up sometimes, and initially would constantly find themselves going ‘did I always have this ring?’ before it clicks in their head that it belongs to their boyfriend-in-law.
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terrible teen romcom where falen is the dark edgy brooding (but also cool and popular) dude who secretly has ✨trauma✨ and the guardians are the group of idiots who befriend/fall in love with him (also at first it is not entirely clear who the love interest is)
plot is maeri finds out she's half siblings with torva family and so takes steps towards getting to know them (mostly falen, because he's the only one in their age range who isn't terrible to them)(coughs orestes), and the rest of the guardians stick with her for emotional support (and also because he's really hot and they want to be friends and like wdym of course they're not gonna pass up an opportunity to hang around this guy)
probably halfway through it shifts from maeri & falen bonding + tension between falen and the guardians to falen and fran are crushing on each other but need to be forced to do anything about, and all of their friends have no boundaries and are absolutely willing to bully them into getting together
#basically the podcast but in high school and with much lower stakes akldfjas;ldkfa;sldfkja;#meri monologues#legendlark#abcdefghijklmnop queue#i'm listening to ep 75 (specifically the second half) and MAN if corbin and fran aren't silly dumb teens#who also mention how hot falen is like five times and make him blush and maeri is 'i see u >:3'
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I think a cool shipname for the Fellmare ship would be: Redmoon!
That's because, well...Nightmare is related to the moon, and Fell is related to the color red, so...I think you get the idea-
Well, I think their dynamic would be...interesting.
They both really suffered enough, especially in a place where monsters keep killing each other.
And Nightmare has suffered several times from the residents of the village where he lived.
And unlike Fell, he managed to get himself out of this problem, and now he can do whatever he wants.
I really don't imagine the two of them being morally right in this relationship. I imagine more Nightmare and Fell sharing the shit in life, and Fell ending up having the ✨bastarlization arc✨ (not that he isn't a bastard already, but anyway-).
Anyway, I imagine Nightmare wanting more minions for himself, because he needed more allies, right?
So why not find an ally in an au corrupted by evil and monsters are already bad in themselves?
I feel like Nightmare would pull that polite bastard on Fell, and he'd try to convince him to join the Bad Guys.
Fell would find the name stupid, but he would enter, as he no longer had hope in that world, so much so that even his own brother became corrupted.
And well, they would maybe geek out a little about books and space, since Fell is still a Sans, so he would like astronomy, Fell would tease Nightmare with puns and knock knock jokes, they would both end up with some ass, they would have conversations like:
Fell: I feel like dying now
Nightmare: Same
And well, they would basically be depressive idiots evil bastards in love.
Fell would certainly have his strange habits, like drinking mustard and other condiments.
And Nightmare, since he's a "gentleman", would find that strange and disgusting.
And in the end, Nightmare would fill up on hot dogs and other junk that had already passed its expiration date with Fell 👍
They are both old, what can we do?
It’s my firm belief that the bad sans gang took one look at fell, held him up simba style, and made him their mascot. Hes edgy he’s loud he’s violently funny, he’s the perfect specimen to put in a room with an egotistical 500 year old and place bets on if it’s gonna end in a kiss or a pile of dust
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TDLoSK HEADCANONS BECAUSE I’M BORED
PART 1 (?)
SAIKI
- knows the coolest places to buy clothes, I mean… have you seen his amazing style, it’s just *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻✨
- can’t be left home alone for more than a day because he forgets to eat healthy food and eats his allowance all away by scoffing all of the coffee jelly he bought, while hulled up in his room.
- i just know he’d kin L (‘Death note’), they are quite similar, and I think he’d really like the show too !
- has a secret account to check up on his classmates (AKA FRIENDS) to make sure they are ok.
- sometimes goes wagashi making classes with old ladies, he makes perfect wagashi 🍡 (wagashi are sweet things like mochi and little cakes)
KAIDOU
- HE DEFINITELY PLAYS TLoZ GAMES, GENSHIN & DANGLEGRANPA (ik it’s ‘Danganronpa’ but my humour is broken and it’s funny).
- Has a secret YT account where he posts “cool and edgy” stuff - probably his clothes collection, strange facts and him playing his favourite game which I think would be minecraft - and he signs off with “The jet black wings out” or something else really cringy XD
- HE LIKES HATSUNE MIKU, MAFUMAFU AND NIGHTCORE, YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND, he likes to listen to heavy metal and rock too but his mum doesn’t let him listen to “dark music” as she thinks it’s bad for him so he only listens to it when he’s not home.
- His mum only lets him wear his “cool clothes” if he keeps up with his homework and chores.
- Definitely a burnt out gifted kid who turns to fictional worlds for comfort.
- Super smart but nobody realises !!
- DEFINITELY DOES HIS MAKE UP WHEN HIS MUM ISN’T HOME !!!
- Plays ‘Pokémon’ games and has a collection of 1000+ cards.
KUBOYASU
- He definitely helps out at a care home, Kaidou goes with him sometimes.
- Works out a ton !!!!! Avoids going to the same gym as Hairo though because he hates being told what to do.
- He and Kaidou go on motorbike rides together when they are older and actually pass the test.
- loves having longer hair but had to cut it for school and for to pass as a student that had not been in a gang.
- HE IS A FEMINIST MOST DEFINITELY, IDK WHY BUT I FEEL LIKE HIM AND AIURA WOULD BE THE TYPE OF PEOPLE TO HOLD UP SIGNS AT A MARCH ><
AIURA
- Probably has a tumblr account, either for posting readings or as a diary. Has 10k followers.
- Ever since she stood up for Kusuo’s grandma they started going shopping together once a month !!!
- If subliminals existed in her world I feel like she would deffo be a subliminal maker with a name like ‘Crystal’ or ‘Gyaru subliminals’ !!!!!! She would have 3-5k followers.
- Wasn’t originally going to go green with her hair, she wanted to go blue but didn’t put enough bleach on her hair (meaning it was too yellow) and the end result of dying her hair blue was green hair but the colour ended up growing on her so she kept it. She’s better at dying hair now but loves the green so now gets green hair dye !!
- SHE LISTENS TO MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS AND DOJA CAT ‼️‼️‼️
- She definitely has the cutest stationary like… EVER 😫👌 trust me, okay ?
THAT’S IT FOR NOW 🍧
I hope the headcanons were ok lolol, I came up with like a third of them on the spot so sorry if they are bad !!!
Thank you so much for getting this far, I really appreciate it 💞💞💞
BYE BYEEE !!!! <3
Requests: OPEN !!
Questions: OPEN !!
Feel free to ask or request anything at all ♡
#aiura mikoto#mikoto aiura#saiki kusuo#kusuo saiki#saiki k#kuboyasu aren#aren kuboyasu#kaidou shun#shun kaidou#shun kaidō#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#animepost#headcanon#thoughts#shitpost#idk what im doing#idk what else to tag
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Blue Lock Manga
We've been blessed by Chp 218 🙌 It's had a mixed response but I enjoyed it a lot.
Thoughts under the cut.
Previous chapter analyses
The art continues to blow me away. I didn't appreciate it as much when I was bingeing through the chapters, or when I watched the anime 🙃 but gosh it's so pretty. These are my personal favourite panels this week. The one with Barou and Isagi is so evocative. A clear visual explanation of the difference between Metavision and Predator Eye.
Isagi is data scientist AU anybody?
He's SUCH a dork, and I mean that in the kindest sense. Bro's reeling off completely fabricated terms to Niko like he's teaching a class 🥹 I love that he's so keen to pass on what he's learned. He's shown himself to be a voracious learner, going to everyone from Barou to Rin to Kunigami for tips. I want to see someone ask him for instruction!
Also - how cute are Aiku and Niko in this chp?! They're like brothers. I have a draft outline in my writing vault for an Ubers found family fluff fic featuring these two, and this isn't helping me ignore it.
Not everyone has metavision, what a shocking reveal /s It felt heavy handed in delivery, but it shows who Isagi's rivals are in terms of playmaking and predictions. No, Raichi isn't coming for Himsagi's bag yet.
Another amazing set of panels, love it any time they go nuts with the puzzle pieces. Isagi lists only four... but I think Kaneshiro's setting up Aiku to be the surprise fifth MV user. He might not consciously activate the ability as Isagi does, but he's definitely capable.
I had sight of these panels from the leaks when I was writing up the chp 217 post, so I won't rehash the BM v Ubers point. But I like how this visualises their differences. The art is grotesque but really beautiful at the same time. Look at Isagi naming himself at the top alongside Kaiser! That's ego growth for you.
On that note: who's the Game Changer this chapter's talking about? Isagi seems to think it's going to be one of him or Kaiser, or out of Ubers, Lorenzo, Barou, Aiku or Niko. Naturally, it's not likely to be any of these, cos ✨suspense✨
The chapter itself ends with a suggestion that it'll be BM that supplies it...
EMOGAMI PLEASE, DO SOMETHING WITH THAT EDGE OF YOURS, WHAT'S THE POINT OTHERWISE 😭
I'm biased towards my boy Rensuke, but I'll try to be objective here. On the subreddit, people are split 50:50 between being excited that he's getting a moment, or rolling their eyes at that edgy ball steal. I couldn't care less about whether this is an accurate depiction of soccer playing or not (it's a shounen battle manga as far as I'm concerned). But I do think Kunigami's solo run will get shut down next chapter. He hasn't had a lot to do in this match, but I think Kaneshiro will hold back on Kunigami's development for the PXG showdown.
In the last panel, you can see Kunigami's barrelling towards the goal. There's two defenders up ahead. One is Niko, who's apparently well-suited to reacting to sudden threats (i.e. him tackling Isagi). The other is not so obvious... but odds are, it's Aiku. Who's also not done a lot so far and who doesn't have a grudge against Shidou Ryuusei to milk later
My prediction? Kunigami will outmuscle Niko, but get walled by a levelled-up Aiku, leaving a free ball for Kaiser or Isagi to claim.
As for who'll be the true game changer? Said it already, but if Hiori's not getting subbed on for our newly christened royal trash!Ness in the next five chapters, I'll eat my hat. 🐑
No more commentary from me. Just signing off with a glorious narcissistic bastard entering flow 💅
#kaiser is such a bastard love him for it#bllk chp 218#text post#blue lock spoilers#mine#isagi yoichi#michael kaiser#ikki niko#kunigami rensuke#aiku oliver#bllk#bllk manga spoilers#bllk manga#blue lock#boinin talks bllk
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✨ IMAGINE P1HARMONY AS ✨
✨ P1HARMONY AS YOUR LITTLE BROTHER ✨
🍼 Maknae Line Edition 🍼
🍼 INTAK 🍼
This boy right here, I think he's gonna be another best little brother but sometimes slightly annoying. BUT, never forget about his charm, Imagine him being pouty-pouty while calling you "Nuna~" *I hope you didn't pass out while imagining him like that*
Clingy, but not that much. Just a hug whenever he goes to school and when he comes back home. With a wide smile on his face and bringing you your favourite snack.
Always needed a rewards for being a good boy and do the chores the best he can. "Nuna.. I've been a good boy today, I wash my dishes after dinner, I do my homework, I clean my bedroom.. well, it's not as clean as you clean it but I'm trying, okay? Now where is my cookies for my rewards?"
LOVES HEAD PATS A LOT. "Nuna~ aangg... Gimme some head pats, please~" *puppy eyes activated*
Bringing your favourite flowers monthly even on valentines. "Nuna, I don't even know at all about valentine and stuff but my friends told me, that valentine's about showing your affectionate and love to someone that you loved. So, I decided to give Nuna, Mama and Papa some flowers and chocolate. I don't know if Papa would like flowers too, but I hope he likes it. And, nuna, are you gonna give me some flowers and choco? If not, I'm gonna be sad and thinking that nuna didn't love her lil bro.." *pouty while giving you the choco and flowers*
Wanna know how he wakes you up? "Nunaaaa~~~ wake uuuupp~ If you're not gonna wake up, I'm.... Uhh.. I'm gon- I'm gonna throw rocks to your window~" *knocking your bedroom door playfully*
He protected you from your bf that's cheating on you. "Nuna, hmm what should I say about your bf, well.. I know he's damn hot but nuna, you should she him just kissing-kissing with other girl the other days. Man, I wanna punch him on his face. Just broke up with him, okay? I don't like him being your bf, PLUS I'm gonna introduce you to my friend, he's hot, hotter than your bf~" *proceed to explaining you how hot his friends are even bringing some power point while explaining it*
We love confident boi aren't we? "Nuna, I look good~ I look fine~ I think you should introduce me to one of your pretty-pretty friends 😚😉" *acting sexy and cool in front of you*
Someone's talking shit behind you? "You think you looked pretty while talking shit about my Nuna, huh? Well you're pretty, not gonna lie~ BUT, the way you talking shit to my Nuna, I don't find you pretty anymore. Now go away, and stop confessing your feelings to me, I don't like you at all." *Confront your friends that also has a crush on him, for talking shit about you*
Teaching you some cool english phrase that he learned from Keeho. "You know I had Canadian friends, right? Now I'm gonna teach you some cool english phrase to look trendy, edgy and cool! Wow, I'm such a great little brother for teaching you this Nuna, you should be proud of me." *Acting cool and swag*
🍼 SOUL 🍼
Remember when Keeho said that "He's just a strange kid." ?
Welp, this is what we get for him being the little brother.
Making weird noises to answering every one of your questions on a daily basis.
Have you got your dinner? "Piu!"
Did you do your homework? "Pyong~"
May I borrow your charger? "Mirimim.."
Do I looked good? "Stupid."
OR, man would just reacting through emoji or making such an expression on his face. FOR EXAMPLE:
~ You want a slice of pizza? ( ◜‿◝ )♡
~ Does it tastes good? ＼(°o°)／
~ Did you took my pencil? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
~ Did you see my socks? (・_・;)
~ Can you turn on the AC? (☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞
Annoying little brother energy, he wouldn't hesitate to come to your room just to showing his new pair of socks and leaving the room while turning off the lights and didn't close the door.
Waking you up? He's gonna playing WAP in front of your bedroom door with full volume and bass boost while twerking and knocking your door brutally.
You broke up with your bf? Man gonna laughing his ass on the floor. He didn't give a fuck tho, but looking at you being sad, he would making weird expression and weird noises to make you laugh and make you feel better.
Someone talking shit behind you? He would also laugh while calling you stupid. But behind you, he would've beating that person. "ONLY ME COULD MAKE FUN OF HER, YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS YOU DUMBASS!!" *punching, kicking, chocking, killing, this man would be a murderer*
Man would love to recommend you some accessories, such as rings and necklace. No, no.. not the flower one but the skull one. "Nuna had to looked cool like me. So use this." *Putting the skull ring on your finger*
Shopping spree on the weekend with him mostly buying new accessories and ended up eating french fries in McD.
If you know how to dance, he would always playing some music in the cars and dancing with you everytime you go out with him. If you didn't know how to dance, he would love to teach you some cool moves.
Even though sometimes he would be so annying and a menace towards you, but in the end of the day, he's still your little brother that cravings attention, love and cuddle. Huggy bug if I must say. He loves to hug you a lot.
🍼 JONGSEOB 🍼
Smart, wise, calm cute and shy boy. You might thinking that he's matured enough for his age. His personality is just too cute to handle but his mind always blow your mind. The way he thinks is just beyond everyone on his age.
As your little brother he would suggest you some books to read because he thinks at least you had to read a book other than just crying over your boyfriend cheating on you.
Always know how to solve the problem, rather than he looking for you to give him some advice to the problem he had, it would be you who always looking for him everytime you facing a problem.
Helping you to calm down when you had anxiety or just panicking over something. For example when you broke up with your bf. "Listen Nuna, it's okay to not be okay.. don't worry about that.. You're pretty, cute and precious for me and our family. Your life is matter, just believe that one day you will get someone better than him, okay? He just don't deserve such an angel like you.." *stroking your back lightly while whispering those*
How he wake you up? He would just go straight knocking your door at least 3 times in the morning. "Nuna.. wake up. It's morning already.. Huh? Five more minutes? Okay then." And man would just left your door acted liked nothing happened.
When you struggling to use a toaster, he would come ups to you and help you. "Nuna, I think you didn't using it right, here.. Ah, there you go. Feel much better and easier, right?"
He even would love to help you with your homework if you asked him to.
Weekend with him would be just chilling in the living room while reading books and a cup of tea. Or just having fun in the park with your dogs.
Always reminds you to eat your vitamin daily. "Nuna... Don't forget to eat your vitamins, okay? I don't want Nuna get sick." *Bringing your vitamin and a glass of water in front of you*
Always asked you to dress properly and don't using something that's too short for you. "Nuna, I know that you look pretty and cute, but it's just too short isn't it? You might catch a cold, here.. use my jacket instead okay?" *Proceeds to using his jacket on you*
This is my second post in this blog, so happy to know that everyone liked my precious post and even follow me, thank you so much 🙇
I will try my best to make another post with better writing in the future ✨
#p1harmony reactions#p1harmony imagines#p1h imagines#p1harmony#p1ece#keeho#theo#jiung#intak#soul#jongseob#p1harmony headcanons
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as is customary for 4/20 , i am out of my mind zooted . that being said , here are my stoned thoughts on different fallout 4 characters as stoners . nonhumans are humanized because it's funny . think like- a college au ig . don't take this post too seriously please 😭🤚
Companions
ada: can take three blinkers off a cart and be fine , tbh she probably smoked a decent amount with her original crew
cait: ✨ seasoned stoner ✨ , doesn't smoke much anymore but she'll engage in the doing of some good zaza occasionally , makes fun of deacon for smoking to become poetic
codsworth: would vomit after even breathing in secondhand mary jane smoke from twenty feet away
curie: has smoked weed to test sciencey shit that she was curious about , has a decent tolerance
danse: has never smoked weed in his life . decided not to after being half-blinded by stepping into a hotboxed room
deacon: among the ✨ seasoned stoners ✨ , has a MAD TOLERANCE because he's depressed and uses pot to make himself more poetic , he smokes to forget but he always remembers
dogmeat: if you give your fucking dog weed you are awful please do not let the dog hit the bong
hancock: ✨🍃king seasoned stoner 🍃✨ , his bare minimum with pot would have any other humanbeing dead burned and buried , smokes with deacon and cait sometimes , provides others with that good zaza
maccready: smokes sometimes either to feel ... deep and edgy , or nothing at all . would shove all the weed in his mouth if the cops came knocking , chew it up , and swallow it . buys from only the fInest most credible dealers
nick: he smokes every once in a while for similar reasons to deacon (it makes him more poetic) , his weird fucking 50's detective coat flaps in the wind more dramatically when he's stoned (he's some weird cosplayer like hancock ... nobody knows what his deal is)
old longfellow: nah this man is on smth a lot stronger than pot 😭🤚 i remember nothing about him as a character but looking at him scares me
porter gage: he is constantly crossfaded . he needs to be to cope with the dumb fuckin edgy junkies he hangs out with . he's dumb and edgy and a junkie too though so ... hypocrite ass
preston: he coff coff 💨 ouchie lung hoit 💨 coff coff 🌬️ no more zaza for pressie (he literally just looked at a bong and greened out)
strong: don't let him anywhere near any drug the entire human race would be wiped out (don't ask how my brain is starting to fizz and dissolve)
NPC's
amari: she'll pass weed along for friends if they need her to but she isn't too into smoking it . carrington Might be able to convince her to join him for a joint but it's rare
arturo: he'll share his zaza with you 🥳 only really smokes on weekends or holidays to avoid issues during the week . it's just a nice relaxing thing he usually does on his own
desdemona: this poor woman is so fucking stressed someone pass her a bong and a bucket she can sobb into . she smokes with carrington . they're both so stressed they're barely sophomores in college and they have gray hairs
drummer boy: he gets so weepy when zooted like please look after him 😭 wrap him up in a blanket and don't let him think . talks big game about smoking but he'd pass out in a hotboxed room
carrington: his tolerance is godly . he's been so stressed his whole life that he smoked in HIGH SCHOOL how scandalous~ would end another person's life for a fat blunt
crocker: 💀 this fucking wackjob is trying to find a way to mix Adderall and weed . hancock thinks he might just be a genius and everyone else thinks he needs to be behind bars
fahrenheit: oh girl she hangs with hancock she's blazing it in a back alley on campus in the middle of class , has some silly bimbo girl friends she likes to smoke with
glory: smokes with deacon and drummer boy primarily . will make fun of drummer boy for being weepy but takes care of him (not cuz she cares abt him 🙄 he's just a little worm) if he gets too bad . also smokes with des but they're gay asf eww
ingram: smokes very rarely like on special occasions . she doesn't have time to drift off into zazaland on a regular basis
irma: classy lady who smokes the finest quality zaza because she can . gets really really flirty with amari while high . gets flirty in general while high tbh . somehow fully aware/grounded the whole time tho
jun long: he ALSO smokes to forget but he always remembers . idk even if he didn't have a son thag died i feel like this man is HAUNTED like he needs that bud to survive
kent connolly: oh no no no don't give him weed . no good for the good little man . no good at all he cannot have that . give him a comic book and have him wait in the hall
magnolia: she smokes weed rolled in fucking rose petals . she deserves it tbh . smokes with kleo , irma , and daisy . sometimes her , mac , and deacon will sneak out to smoke in the park
marcy long: thinks weed is for lazy bums with no ambition . she takes care of jun when he's zooted but lectures him later . she wouldn't be caught dead with weed anywhere on her
myrna: she's too uptight to have ever smoked weed ... she is sucha fucking square
percy: he needs weed to cope with myrna . she's like his bossy mean toxic girlfriend who thinks he's inferior to her or smth idk man where am i
sturges: 😇 he like zaza it make him head go bzzzzztTtt bZZzzzzzZt like an old flip phone vibrating . sometimes he comes up with really weird projects while stoned and then he tries make them
sun: if only he had TIME to get zooted fUCK . his dormmate is a headache and his classes are hell . he'd gladly join carrington and amari for a smoke sesh but he does not have that kinda spare time
teagan: doesn't usually smoke himself but he sells that shit in some covert operation at a burger king drive-thru
quinlan: he smokes to quiet his buzzing mind . he gets very opinionated when stoned . his cat cannot escape his zooted cuddles
zeke: eh he'll chainsmoke cigarettes but draws the line at weed . cuz it's just nOt cOoL ??? (sturges likes being friends with zeke but is too autistic to understand why the man does not like to feel like his head is being banged like a gong)
ok i know i missed a lot of characters but considering how many i put in here i hope i deserve a pass 😇😇😇 um but ueah i am starting to really drift into zazaland . which is great . i'm gonna sleep fuckin epic tonight
anyways please don't take any of this seriously i could hardly remember who half of these characters are
#𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝗴#420#tw weed#cw weed#tw drugs#cw drugs#i am high#fallout 4#fo4#fallout#shitpost#headcanons#im stoned#background characters#the railroad#brotherhood of steel#minutemen#fallout companions#fallout headcanons#happy 4/20
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Hermitville au post ✨
So in the og version of course it was only hermitcraft, but i always felt like if i added other mc spaces then Scott would be an elf.
But then limited life rolled around and I kinda like the mean gills approach more I think. I originally played around a bit with the concept of a mermaid Scott and human Martyn, with them often going out at night to thr lake as Scott requires ✨ h2o ✨. Technically he can be out of water but being in water daily is a requirement to life.
I still like the idea but i think a fun (edgy and angsty) alternative idea which would lean even heavier into the mean gills aesthetic is that both Martyn and Scott are sea monsters. Through means (i still have to develop and think about), Scott started to get "sick" as a human. And as a result he is becoming more and more like an ocean monster as time passes. The only person Scott trusted with the knowledge had been Martyn, concidering magic and all that good stuff isn't a known thing amongst humans. So Martyn started spending a LOT of time around Scott, to the point where he himself managed to get the same "sickness" as Scott
As a result you got 2 human-sea creatures who are desperately trying to hide their identity while being there for eachother. With no way ro know how to stop it from spreading further on their bodies. At least not without help
#mcyt#mcytblr#empires smp#empire smp#esmp#esmp s2#empires smp s2#esmp scott#limited life scott#limited life#traffic smp#trafficblr#limited life mean gills#traffic smp martyn#limited life martyn#esmp au#traffic smp au#mcyt au#hermitville au
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🎶✨when u get this, put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, if you're comfortable, send this ask/tag 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨
Got tagged by both the cool artist @mostlikelydead and the cool streamer @leahplease, so instead of just going with just 5, I'll do 5 regular songs and 5 songs from other media that all live in my brain.
5 normal songs (Like the purpose is only be a song)
Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin - Ok I gotta admit that young Tuba liked to listen to edgy music and imagine situations. However, this has sentimental value as Phobia was the first CD I ever had which papa Tuba gave to me way back when.
Wenn sie tanzt by Wise Guys - Way back when, Tuba studied german back in school and on valentines we translated a song from them, "Willst Du Mit Mir Gehen" and I was taken by the energy. Years later, I eventually got the album and this became a favorite. There's also a radio edit with additional instruments but the acapella works better for me. God I should take up my german studies again.
War by OutKast - Another first for young Tuba. Phobia was the first cd given to me, but Speakerboxxx/The Love Below was the first album I purchased myself and an introduction to music as an ability to make a political statement, a new concept to young tuba whose biggest worry was thinking about school and mama Tuba worrying about me running into discrimination in a majority hispanic district. Needless to say, it only grew on me as I became more aware of the world and started venturing out further and student size grew and grew and I became a minority in the student pool.
Seasons by DragonForce - Ok this one is much more simple. I was getting into Rock and loved how the song sounded when I was younger and still love it now. Some sick solos.
The Devil Went Down to Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band - A toe taper that I can just belt out when driving anywhere to help pass the time and feel real good doing it. Though unfortunately still trapped by the common idea that country is only made by and for right wing leaners and bible thumpers which Charlie Daniels definitely leans. Guitar Hero III cover was cool too.
5 songs made for other media
Madness 4 by Cheshyre for Madness Combat 4- while listening to music I was probably too young to be listening too, I was also on the internet browsing sites like Newgrounds before I should've and happened across the Madness Combat series which was an interesting creative partnership between musician Cheshyre and animator Krinkles where both music and animation are created in tandem and beat for beat. One of the first produced this way after their partnership cemented and the beat lives in me. Still makes really good electronic music too.
Nightmare Fiction II By Daisuke Ishiwatari for Blazblue - While most now associate Daisuke with Guilty Gear since Strive really blew up in common knowledge, he also did a lot of work for Blazblue's soundtrack with themes I may like better than Guilty Gear's. Nightmare Fiction II follows an occurrence in Blazblue where older songs were remade to give a fresh take on years old tracks. Of course the old ones are still available, but for the most part, the II version is better with Nightmare Fiction standing especially. One can feel the hatred and animosity in the track, giving way to a tense, yet still hateful, clarity in the middle of the track. and the Solo.... Man we're never getting another Blazblue.
Living Failures by Nobuyoshi Suzuki for Bloodborne - Where do I begin? The emotions are high for the entire track and leads into one of the best second phase themes in From History. The choir, the French Horns, the immediate plunge into a fucking drive of strings, horns, and choir that only builds and builds ever higher. Legit brings tears to my eyes with how beautiful it is.
Heynong Man by Chris Christodoulou for Deadbolt - A familiar name to Risk of Rain soundtrack lovers as Deadbolt was the devs previous game before RoR. A chunky bass and saw of a lead drives the song forward on and on from one groovy bit to the next. Just nice listening on a walk as it gives a strong beat to walk with and the energy to just take it all in, music and whatever you're walking through.
Altars of Apostasy (incl. "Halls of Sacrilegious Remains") by Heaven Pierce Her for Ultrakill - Hakita, goddamn Hakita. He is a different beast entirely when it comes to game dev, design, and music. Inspired by Black Metal, this track maxes out at 7 fucking guitars playing at once at the densest section. It is a goddamn beast of track well deserving of being with the layer of Heresy. Even the reference to Glory, a different Ultrakill track, is thrown in as it helps give a lighter moment to an otherwise dark as hell track. and after a huge leadup, wind down, and lead up once more is the second section, Halls of Sacrilegious Remains, inspired by a beta tester using Castle Vein for a hype moment. This lead Hakita to holding off reusing Hideous Masses until the end of the level where the rematch with Gabriel is hyped up before a gauntlet is thrown at the player to a black metal rendition of Castle Vein. When I think of the highest hope I could ever have when making music, it's to eventually inspire the same feelings in someone that I feel listening to this track
Let's see, uhhh, @eunique, you got music you wanna gush about?
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✨Weekly Progress 2023 #11 & #12✨
Whoops, I was so late on updating last week's progress update that I decided I might as well combine the two. 😅
Week #11
Wrote ~1k words for SYVNH
Generated BGs for EKL
Sketched S1 for EKL
Unfortunately, I didn't get as much as I hope done between the two weeks. I'm running into a bit of writer's block, or, more specifically, writer's fear. I'm sure I'll work through it. Until then, I'll work on anything else I can to continue dev-ing. Benefits of being a jack of all trades, I suppose <:
The presentation for Exorcist Killing Lie is like a manga and this is an example of the first scene. It's a lot of extra art, but I hope it'll be worth it in the end... assuming I manage to code it all haha...
Week #12
Finished S1 for EKL
Split the VA/sound channels for SYVNH
Added persistent check to SYVNH
Finished drawing balcony scene for EKL
Started on BG for SYVNH
Since I've been having a tough time writing, I decided to start working on the coding! I finally fixed 2 ongoing issues for SYVNH, which is splitting the VA/sound channels. I created a brand new audio channel within renpy to achieve this. I knew it was doable prior to release of Demo 2.0, but I was pressed for time and forgot the exact code to do it so I ended up omitting the update for 2.0.
P.S: past!Me, how dare you? Some of these files had 1k+ calls for audio and I had to sift out which ones were sound effects and which were VA soundbytes! 😭
I might go through one more pass just to make sure all the sound effects are caught prior to releasing a Demo 2.1.
The second coding change is thankfully a simple one. It slipped my mind to make it easier for players to go back and achieve a perfect run... ;v;" The game will now ask if you want to clear your deaths if restarting the game after a bad end. It won't affect CG progress.
And one more WIP shot of EKL, the opening scene to the game!
Other than that...
I've also done a lot of brainstorming this week, of odds and ends to various (new) projects. You know... like that meme I retweeted...
Summarized an untitled galge/BL modern day... CEO-intrigue/drama idea I have based on the relationships of some gods and goddesses from Greek mythology. Part of me really wishes I could turn this into a full BL story.
Got tempted to join Blossom Jam with a dark and edgy yuri Spring story about a murder mystery. Cause, come on~ I can't do pink without blood 😃
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(content: xenohydro side quest, world 1 finale, world 2 beginning, simulated universe world 3)
(picture unrelated) wrapping up world 1 and heading towards world 2!
excited to jump into a new world! ╰(*°▽°*)╯
mitosis...
GETTEM LAMINA!!!!! DON’T LET THIS GUY BOSS U AROUND
XENOHYDRO REAL?! this quest chain (?) was fun... i ended up letting both lamina and the xenohydro go, because i can understand the urge of a living curio to be free... lamina’s story also made me emo. i didn’t manage to find her again after this quest, but i hope she’s living her best life!
after the quest, i smugly ran straight for where capote and lamina used to stand around and found capote in one of those coffee rooms
to my surprise, he was very humbled by the experience?! i’m glad that he’s reflecting on himself! usually i kinda feel bad for my choice in these side quests, but i like this ending! 👍
BACK TO BELOBOG... SO WE CAN GET OUT OF BELOBOG!
i took these screenshots weeks ago but... happy pride (❤´艸｀❤)
OH?! THIS IS SO ANCIENT CHINESE DRAMA...
THEM... this whole sequence was so menacing...
i honestly didn’t expect blade to be “evil,” i thought he was just an edgy emo guy... wait, no, i guess the thing that surprised me the most was the fact that he could smile like that 😱
not the coffee cups
my phone graphics are CRYONG
during the dan heng nightmare cutscene, i also got a texture error with the sword. after rewatching it online, i realized it was supposed to have a shattered effect, but for me it had some pink stripes just like above! ∑( 口 ||
h-hang in there, phone...
WELT IS COMING ?!!?!?!?!?!? 😳😳😳
MY PHONE POOPED AT THIS PART, THE HOLOGRAMS KEPT GLITCHING BUT KAFKA YOOOOOOOO
the moms are FIGHTING
i'm so curious to see what our destination would have been... but it’s ok, the docking location for xianzhou luofu looks REALLY COOL!
REALLY DIDN’T EXPECT THE XIANZHOU LUOFU FIRST LOCATION TO BE A BARGE
COOOOOOOOOL!!!!!! COLORFUL
march 7th’s Droppings
KYAAAAAAAA SPACE CHINA LOOKS COOL!!!!
at this point, i hit trailblazer level 35 and got my 10 standard warp passes! (bites nails) WE’RE HITTING PITY, LET’S SEE THE GOODS...!
sampo goes for a 散步
HAPPY TO HAVE HIM! regrettably i haven’t had much opportunity to build/use him since i got him, but it’s nice to fill out the 4-star roster! 💪 only missing sushang and tingyun!
(definitely thinking of throwing pulls on the luocha banner... WANT SUSHANG)
... AND I GOT BRONYA’S E1 YOOOOOOOOO!!!
after reviewing what it does, it seems really good?! now using her skill doesn’t hurt that much anymore! 👀
... REALLY WANT TO GET SEELE TO MATCH WITH HER GF but maybe i will get her on a rerun _(:з)∠)_ i have guaranteed after losing 50/50 to E0 bronya, but i don’t have enough to hit pity...
march u are so funny (genuine)
XIANZHOU LUOFU IS SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL i love how distinct the architecture is and how there are colorful ribbons in the sky as clouds... ✨
(but also please excuse my poop graphics...)
bro has two tails
my phone HATES THIS AREA LOOOOL BUT OMG YUKONG 😳
the holograms and screens glitch like crazy so i regrettably was a bit distracted during this scene... later on i found out that it’s purposefully like that o(￣┰￣*)ゞ
i didn’t expect yukong to have such a high position! ... and to outright reject us akjdlawjl luckily jing yuan is here to our rescue...
(by the way, i genuinely thought yukong was tingyun’s mom or something when i saw the initial character lineup... maybe i’m a fool... THERE ARE A LOT OF FOXIANS HERE)
oh she lesbiab... i appreciate this npc... 🙏🥺
SIMULATED UNIVERSE WORLD 3... DEFEATED!!!!! i was using preservation buffs and basically it was a cockroach fight with gepard ALKJDALW i can’t even tell you how long it the boss battle took...
yeah...
i don’t think this is my first time i attempted SU3 (i’m pretty sure nanook sabatoged my first run lol) but i love the fact that we get to use CURIOS...! with curios and blessings, there’s a lot of potential for silly builds...
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thank u @stephschoices for presenting me with a random reason to talk about my IF mcs 😛😛
the picrew:
First two are the cream of the crop or crop of the cream, my Shepherds-of-haven MCs
1st one being Ner. My 'I will literally end your bloodline the second you cross me' man. Ner is currently in their perpetual edgy phase for the remainder for SHOH's story timeline (He/Him)
2nd one being manwhore, Auster. Never made a ginger MC before and for the sole reason that there was a daydream where I thought of a ginger Enchanter MC and now he happened (He/They)
3rd one being my InfamousIF MC, Sol. like they're actually not naturally blonde. it's just like that thing where everyone thinks Emma Stone is a natural ginger because she looks so good in it. So my MC, they're actually brunette but people consider them to look really nice in blonde akhdjffuud fcker even bleached their eyebrows and perhaps some (A lot) fell off and now it's half the size. But it's giving high fashion. And they're very fame hungry. (They/Them)
They all have the same surname, 'Wanless' because we're all one big family. also i keep misspelling that as 'Wankess'. so make do with that information
All of them are Sun-coded, elf-coded. Cause the moment i stop trying to make elf ocs is where my soul leaves my body
they're also all queer-coded because ✨🌈✨
Sol oddly wants to make a childrens TV music
Ner wants to start teaching someday (He'd be a good teacher. He'd let you pee when you need to because he is not a monster like some teachers are)
Auster wants to leave the Shepherds after everything is officially over, would definitely do it in a discreet way. Probably the only person that would know is Chase. But they're not good enough friends to make him stop them. After all, Chase is also the same in that regard.
I thought about it yesterday. All their deaths would be very tragic 🧍♂️ I cannot see them passing because of age. thats boring and wouldn't incite strong feelings within me as a storymaker
Not necessary to do this btw, if you want to! Id be happy to stare at ur OCs picrew form skhdjdhd @snail-of-fire @rosanimi @kris-mage-fics
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