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kisstheassassins · 3 years

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Hi there😊May I request a HC with Connor and SO who is an assassin in The Tyranny of King, but in this SO doesn't remember him when he finds her in the same prison as Kanen'tó:kon hanging by her wrists being tortured by a bluecoat(similar to what happened to Leliana in DA Inquisition). Also she would the same person he originally knew, but cold & kind of emotionless. Not to mention she wouldn't trust him either. Lol sorry that got dark, but thank you for taking the time to read this!

I hope this is to your liking 😊

Also im using (p/n) as your preferred pronouns.

The two men had finally been liberated from the prison they were held in, but Kanen had one last thing to do here before he could finally leave.

There they were at a four-way cross section of the jail, with Kanen looking around at each hallway as if he were trying to remember something.

"What is it?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked his friend; his hand was pulling on Kanen's arm to make him hurry, but he pulled away.

"We cannot leave yet," the other man says, running down one of the halls. If Connor hadn't trusted his friend he would have gone the other way, but he follows close behind.

They find themselves at a closed door, and behind it a voice can be heard. It's cold and harsh, and upon creaking the door open Kanen realizes its not just one person, but two. You hang by your wrists from the ceiling by chains, feet barely hitting the floor as you gasp for each breath.

"I know that there were more of you," the guard says harshly. He has some sort of blunt weapon in his hand to strike you when he thinks you're either lying, or doesn't like the answer you give him. Your face is bloodied and bruised.

"Beat me all you want," you growl, "I'm not saying a damn thing. You and your false King can rot in hell."

Your voice rang through Ratonhnhaké:tons ears like a cannon firing just beside him. His breath quickens as he and Kanen rush in just before the guard strikes you, startling him.

However, before they can reach him your legs wrap around his neck tightly, using your chains to lift you up and choke the man with your limbs. You apply more pressure with each passing minute, and eventually jerk your hips sideways to result the sound of his neck snapping. His body slumps to the floor, as well as your legs. You're exhausted.

Kanen moves the dead body to the side and searches for the key while Ratonhnhaké:ton looks you over. He's still trying to process that he even found you, let alone in this prison. And the state of you; it made him sick to see you so beaten. He always promised to protect you and to prevent this type of thing.

"Took your bloody time," you say, an exasperated smile gracing your lips. Kanen unlocks the braces one by one, and Ratonhnhaké:ton helps you stand when each hand is free. You can't help but fall to the floor, and he helps you down gently. Kanen kneels on the other side of you.

"I don't particularly enjoy leaving my friends behind," he says. You rub your wrists and wince at the pain; no doubt these bruises would be here a while.

Your eyes meet the other man's, suspicion building up the more he stares. His eyes are soft and his mouth is partially open like he wants to say something.

"Friend of yours?" you ask, looking up at Kanen. He nods.

"More like a brother. This is Ratonhnhaké:ton."

You both lock eyes again, and a sense if warmth and familiarity fill your chest. It confuses you; you know you have never met this man in your life, so why are you so..... fuzzy?

You nod at him in greeting.

"(Y/n)," you say, and even though he knows it, he smiles to you anyway.

Kanen and Ratonhnhaké:ton help you stand up and keep you close to support your legs, as it was somewhat difficult to walk after the beatings you received.

"Go on ahead," Ratonhnhaké:ton says, "I'll help (p/n)."

With just you two now following a ways behind Kanen, Connor has a close grip on you and you can't help but notice how closely he watches you. You don't have to look to know, but you can feel his eyes on you.

You try to break the wall with small talk.

"Thanks for doing this," you say, "uh.... " A laugh escapes you. "Sorry, I don't know how to say your name."

He knew it was coming, but he played a long.

"What would you like to call me then?" he asks softly. Your eyes meet his once again and you chuckle.

"My mentor," you begin, "he had a son. Died when he was only six." A pause. "Is Connor okay?"

The man smiles and nods, fixing his grip on your back. You fall in closer to him as your legs are still weak.

"It's perfect," he chuckles, but you weren't able to feel how his heart ached and yearned for you at that moment. "How about we get out of here, hm?"

-----

Benjamin Franklin had been attending to your wounds on your hands and wrists, while the other two who saved you leaned over a table discussing their next move for the revolution over Washington. You can't help but stare at Connor and wonder why he felt so familiar to you, but you never met the man.

"Something bothering you, (y/n)? " Ben asks. You keep your eyes focused.

"How come I've never met Connor," you say. Your friend looks to where you are looking.

"You mean Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

Your eyes glance to Ben and then back.

"We settled on Connor since I can't pronounce his name," you say.

Ben finishes up wrapping the bandages around the cut on your palm, watching you wince as he tucks the fabric in.

"Well," he begins, "I don't think Kanen'tó:kon expected to find his friend here in the midst of all this. He went to war with Washington even before Ratonhnhaké:ton and his mother did."

You sit up off the table and pulls your sleeves down over your bandages.

"Do you trust him?"

"He's been very helpful so far," he states, "in fact, I believe he's done more for us in the past week than we have in a month. I dont think you have anything to worry about."

----

A brief war table meeting later, and everyone has departed to complete their duty for the day, leaving you to rest and Connor to go over what he had missed over the past few weeks. You find yourself beside him staring at the wall of photos and drawings that you and your colleagues had collected for evidence and tracking. Connor stares up at Washington, eyes malice and eager to find the man.

"You seem to have a personal vendetta with him," you say, more so than we do."

Connor looks to you and then back at the wall, exhaling sharply.

"He has done a lot of harm and damage to my people, as well as the rest of the world. My home was burned, my people enslaved."

He stops a moment to collect himself and take a deep breath, almost preparing himself for what he had to say next.

"He... murdered my mother. My father."

You swallow the lump in your throat; people were lucky enough to survive Washington's wrath, let alone escape it. A majority of those here weren't so lucky.

"I'm sorry," you say softly.

A few moments pass and you can't help but stare at him, that feeling familiarity hitting you dead in the chest again. Your palms are sweaty too, you notice, and you're chewing the inside of your cheek. Connor glances your way and turns his head when he sees you.

"What?" he says. You exhale sharply.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?" He shakes his head. "I feel like I've seen you before and its driving me mad."

Connor shifts in his spot, thinning his lips and staring at you, waiting, as if he wanted to speak. But he doesn't. Instead he watches you get closer.

"I don't normally trust people so easily," you say, "but seeing Kanen being so open and close to you, I feel like I can too. Don't take me the wrong way Connor, but you feel real familiar to me and I don't know why."

He smiles sheepishly, memories if you flooding his mind back in.... his original world. All of this surely had to be a nightmare.

"Perhaps we should work together," he begins, "see where this goes from here."

You smile at him and he does the same for you, making you chuckle. You pat his arm and make way upstairs; he is in close pursuit.

He prayed to his ancestors nothing happened to you after this.

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quidfree · 3 years

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prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident.

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready.

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head.

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite.

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling.

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki.

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down.

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that.

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it.

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac.

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)

#qui repond #qui ecrit #anon #prompts #tdbk #todobaku #fem todobaku #fem todo #fem baku

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jennrypan · 3 years

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I rewrote the part where Scourge and Sonic have that "Just like me convo" so it can fit my au of them.

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Fiona cheating on him with his anti didnt make Sonic angry..

Fiona actively lying to him didnt piss him off, maybe annoyed him..but it didnt piss him off.

What did piss him off however was how she antagonized Amy and Tails, and how she seemed to preen at the slightest attention Scourge gave her..because she wanted someone to protect her..someone to care about her, he didnt know..and what set him off was how she slapped Tails away, mocked him for crying and all to impress his anti!

"What the hell Fiona!?"

Sonic snapped, though this just caused the vixen to roll her eyes before she looked at him..god her attitude was grating his nerves,

"What?" She mused as if she didnt just slap his best friend for no reason,

That ..that made him scowl, and without warning he moved- he wanted to actually..throw her, her attitude annoyed him, her disregard for his friends pissed him off- he hadnt accounted for Scourge actually protecting her, as when he moved..so did the green hedgehog and before he could touch Fiona a fist crushed into his cheek causing him to let out a sharp grunt and lose his footing for a brief minute, instantly turning his attention towards Scourge..he still had that same sleazy smile..taunting.

"Bad move, blue."

Scourge drawled out, and Sonic just clicked his tongue watching as Scourge slowly paced around him..hes been itching to fight him for who knows how long..that much Sonic knew, but Sonic just hummed,

"Oh so you can help other people besides yourself, I was beginning to worry you had no redeeming qualities!" He stated sounding visibly amused,

Scourge just scoffed lowly, "Please, thats not a redeemin quality, raise your standards." He sneered, and without warning he ran forward..and the fight began.

Amy had since charged at Fiona but Sonic could barely focus on that as Scourge kept matching him blow for blow..only thing was Scourge was a lot more violent..a lot more aggressive.

It wasnt everyday Sonic worked up a sweat fighting an opponent as not many people matched his speed..Shadow and Metal were the only ones..now Scourge had been added to that list of people that seem to want to kill him for no reason.

"Jeez its hard to believe someone so bitter could be me, like damn dude, did your favorite jacket get discontinued?"

Even during this fight Sonic didnt stop being taunting, as he landed on top of a rock- narrowly avoiding being kicked into a tree, watching as Scourge turned towards him, his eyes were surprisingly still shielded by his shades but Sonic could still feel him glaring at him,

Scourge moved again and this time he successfully swiped Sonics legs from underneath him and when Sonic fell the blue hedgehog instinctively moved to the side as Scourges fist came crashing into the floor were his head had previously been,

"Lets see you keep makin jokes when I break your fuckin legs." Scourge hissed- despite his words he sounded delighted by the thought, pleased with the thought of hurting him and hes use to this from Shadow and Metal, they were both assholes who worked with Eggman on their worst days and they just genuinely didnt like him that much but Scourge? Theyve only met three times before this and he didnt remember antagonizing the male enough to make him want to hurt him that much-

Scourge charged forward once more and Sonic quickly moved to the side, arm pulling back before he crashed his fist into the side of Scourges face as he had done to him earlier..knocking the shades from his face which caused his anti to pause briefly, glancing down at the shades for a millisecond as they landed on the floor, cracked and lopsided.

That millisecond was soon forgotten as Scourge retaliated..his body moved lower and his leg rose before he kicked Sonic straight in the chest causing the male to grunt, stumbling back at the force but the kick wasnt enough as Scourge had soon punched him in the stomach,

"God- I still got a few more jokes- first, those shades were lame anyways- not a joke but a fact!"

Sonic stated quickly, jumping out of the way from Scourge once more as the male just growled,

"Im not takin shit from someone who thinks 'Way past cool' is a thing people actually say!" Scourge retorted,

"Hey people said it before!"

"No ones ever said that shit before!"

It went on like this for what seemed like a few minutes with both of them arguing with each other, Sonic just wanted to see exactly why Scourge was going out of his way to hurt him- even trying to actually break his leg if he was given the chance..the rage was so weird..he knew antis were different but he didnt expect his anti to be so..angry, so violent- his anti seemed more like a very verbal Shadow with the way he kept attacking him,

"Ya know being an asshole isnt as rewarding as ya think it is right?"

Sonic questioned- grunting when he got into a tree, thankfully avoiding Amy as she chased Fiona around still, she had tried to help but Fiona kept distracting her.

"Pfft, its more rewardin than wastin my time saving a buncha useless dicks who dont deserve it!" Scourge replied, sounding amused by the sheer thought of saving someone else...Sonic couldnt imagine not wanting to save people..yeah sometimes he thought some people didnt deserve it but still,

"Youre still a Sonic! Still me- you should want to at least try and help people!"

"Why? Cuz thats what you do?"

Scourge just laughed and without warning he moved forward..punched him in the stomach, then his chest- he didnt wait for a retaliation as he kicked him into a tree, he found with the purpose to bruise and scar while Sonic fought to distance and distract-

His head spun for a split moment, the wind knocked out of him,

"You dont get it! Rulin people with fear and hate, is soo much better than tryna be some glorified saint!"

Scourge stated, his eyes were blazing..the rage was back..he looked nothing like him right now..something was off, Sonic didn't like how unhinged he was, how cruel-

"That isnt true, and it never will be."

Sonic declared and Scourge just sneered at him, laughing, fist pulling back as Sonic quickly moved from his spot, his knuckles slammed into bark instead of Sonics nose,

"When you finally realize not everyone deserves to be saved, when you see how much more freein it is to be above people than to depend on them- you'll be like me, all it takes is one bad day, one bad situation and you'll see that." Scourge hummed out, side stepping as Sonic went to kick him, only to have his leg grabbed and he was forcefully thrown down, causing him to grunt lowly, and without warning Scourge stepped on his chest, Sonic could only stare at him for a brief moment before he just grinned-

"Thats where your wrong dude, a bad day doesnt just make someone a villain..but a good day? A good day could change a lot, all it takes is someone showing you an ounce of kindness, someone showin you the love you never got and you'll be like me, a good person..maybe even a hero." He stated, grinning.

He expected another mocking laugh instantly, expecting Scourges foot to press down but for a brief minute..the green hedgehog paused, eyes widening ever so slightly, and for that minute Sonic was sure he got to him..he knew deep down Scourge wasnt evil, he could just show him he didnt have to be like this, he could help him..he didnt know anything about his anti besides the fact something was severely wrong with his mental state and he took too much enjoyment in hurting him but he knew he wasnt evil.

Then.. the green hedgehog just smiled, his expression hardening as if it hadnt changed in the first place,

"How naive."

He sneered and that slowly shattered Sonics hopes of getting through to him..he just dismissed his words-

"Not naive..hopeful." Sonic retorted, moving his arm to grab his ankle but his foot had moved towards his neck and Sonic jolted- the malice in his eyes was so..floundering..he could never imagine that look on his own face.

"Same thing." Scourge stated dismissively, and Sonic didnt get the chance to reply as a blur of yellow and brown crashed into Scourge, pushing the older teen to the ground successfully allowing Sonic to sit up instantly,

"Get away from him you bully!" Tails screamed, Sonic heard Scourge cursing and soon Tails was thrown back, causing Sonic to quickly move to catch him.

"Thanks bud." Sonic murmured, staring at Scourge who just fixed his jacket- appearing inconvenienced as Fiona neatly landing besides him as Amy ran up next to Sonic, "Stop running you coward!" The pink hedgehog hissed, Scourge just plucked out a warp ring from his jacket, just smiling at Sonic.. His smile was so..mean looking, it was too sharp..too fake,

"Til next time blue."

Was all Scourge said in a sing song like voice as he let Fiona into the portal first and he followed quickly after just as Amy chucked her hammer in their direction, who she was aiming at specifically he had no clue.

"Dammit! Stupid! Assholes, ugh!" Amy screamed, storming over to snatch her hammer up,

"Theyre such bullies! Why did I even like her!" Tails exclaimed, Sonic just frowned before he sighed quietly, glancing from Amy to Tails.

"Lets just go, theyre gone now, might as well enjoy the peace." He stated with a simple shrug, giving them a small smile, the smile made Amy visibly melt while it comforted Tails slightly, the young pink hedgehog was at his side instantly, clutching his arm- which he allowed for the time being while Tails was a little slower to approach him, still dejected.

He knew his anti despised him but he'll never get the reason why, and unfortunately..Scourge was too far gone to talk down from whatever path he was taking..the friendly route was no longer an option.

#j.p writes #sonic one shot #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #tails the fox #amy rose #sonamy if you squint #archie comies #archie sonic #not shippy. cuz no #scourge get therapy challenge #sonic rewrite

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a-lonely-tatertot · 3 years

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Finding Home

A/N: HIIIIIII IM BACK BOIS! Anyways this is a shorter chapter I didn’t wanna mess with outline so you get tiny chapter. sooo woot woot for like barely 2k words? But like the doc im writing this on is at like 19k and 29 pages i am in shock. trying to get back a consistent updating with this so uh yeah dont keep your hopes up tho- working on ch. 7 rn hope you enjoy! As always betaed by the glorious @bookwyrminspiration

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Chapter 6: These Secrets Stain Us Red

They had gotten off the bus at the last stop before Kull, stepping out into the cold air. Sophie glanced at the trees in the distance turning orange and yellow. Distantly, she remembered when she was younger this was her favorite season, how the leaves would fall and crunch at her feet, and how it was actually somewhat bearable to be outside. She smiled at the memory as she held Linh’s hand, walking quickly to the gas station, her stomach already grumbling.

“Linh?” a voice called from behind them as they stood in line. Linh swung around, trying to find the source of who called her, nearly startling Sophie into almost dropping her water. The mystery person stepped out from behind a small cluster of people with an overly energetic wave. “Linh! It is you!” he called.

Sophie watched as Linh’s eyes landed on the man and her whole expression shifted. As opposed to the man’s own happiness, Linh seemed to put a wall between her real emotions and the rest of the world, her face betraying nothing. “Hey, Sameul!” Linh said in pretend excitement; Sophie knew that her words carried an undertone of malice.

This Sameul was not the man Sophie had seen in the memories, but from Linh’s reaction, he seemed to probably be involved in whatever Linh was in.

“That’s me,” Sameul responded, clearly not getting Linh’s annoyance like Sophie was. “Geez, it’s been what, how many months since I last saw you?”

“Yeah it’s been a while,” Linh said, her shoulders rigid and her jaw set. Who the heck is this guy? she thought. Their name was called and Sameul followed them to go pick up their food. Sophie tried not to feel trapped with the way Linh’s eyes darted.

Sameul smiled ruefully, “Last time I saw you you had a little backpack and were running out the door in the middle of the night.” Linh took in a sharp breath and stuttering to a halt, her tray of food almost dropping. Sophie raised her eyebrows, more confused than ever. There was a beat then a sharp ring interrupted the weighted silence and Linh’s eyes widened with relief.

“Oh Sam, I’m sorry, that’s her sister calling. She’s really gotta take that. Why don’t you come with me?” Linh asked, more of a command than a suggestion. Reluctantly, Sophie pressed accept on her phone, ready to unleash the crazy whirlwind of shit that she had found out on one completely unprepared Amy. “What up checking in blame Tina she was worried,” Amy said, boredom concealing her concern.

“Uhuh sure Tina was worried,” Sophie chuckled. “Anyways, Linh is being super suspicious.”

Amy made a startled noise, “O-okay then so not well.”

Sophie nodded even though Amy couldn’t see her, “Yup, also uh side note, totally did not watch another one of her memories.” “Sophie! It’s like you’re trying to do it on purpose!”

“It was an accident I swear!”

“Mhm, yeah, definitely.”

Sophie grumbled, “Oh screw off. Anyway, I was in this bathroom and her knuckles were all bloody like she had punched something. And then this guy came in and said that she wasn’t allowed to be reckless anymore, but from what I saw it was like she was living with some other runaway people I guess?”

Amy was silent for a moment. “Well damn.”

“Yeah,” Sophie agreed. “You shoulda seen her when this guy recognized her while we were getting food; she got like scary tense and for a moment I thought she was gonna water power him.” “Water power him? Really? That’s what you’re calling it?” Amy said. Sophie could practically hear her raising her eyebrow. “At that point just call it water bending.”

“I refuse to call it that.”

“How dare you; you’ve disrespected our childhood.” Sophie laughed. “But seriously,” Amy continued, and she knew she wasn’t going to like what she was going to say next, “Soph, what happened to telling her about the memories? Instead, you just spied more.” “She’s the one with the sketchy past!”

“That you don’t have any right to!”

“She’s been weird and I need to figure out why. Once I do I’ll tell her everything.”

“No, you don’t need to figure it out yourself! You need to talk to her and she will tell you if she’s ready to.” “Don’t tell me what to do Amy. She lied to me. The first night we were together we talked about how we got here and she lied to me like it never happened.”

“This isn’t war Sophie. Just because you’re scared, just because she lied doesn’t mean you get to invade her privacy. She’s not the enemy Sophie, she’s your girlfriend.”

Sophie hung up and her phone buzzed twice more while she watched Linh walk back over to her. This wasn’t Amy’s problem, this wasn’t Amy’s life, so screw her for trying to tell her what to do. She had the abilities and she was sure as hell going to use them. “Sam left,” Linh said with a clearly fake smile. “Said he should probably get back on the bus and didn’t want to intrude.”

At that Sophie raised an eyebrow, she didn’t need to use her telepathy to know it was a lie.

Stepping on the bus felt like placing the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knew that man was something to Linh, or Linh was something to him; maybe he was what Linh was running from. She didn’t have regrets when she reached carefully out to Sameul’s mind and glanced at what he said to Linh. Maybe she should’ve regretted it, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She needed to know, when she had left the Lost Cities it was her way of saying “I will not be lied to even if it seems better that way”. So much had been kept from her and here she was, getting things from the source instead of waiting for someone to tell her.

The words, “You haven’t changed Linh,” rang in her ears as she pulled back, not letting any emotions show on her face as Linh followed behind her. Linh didn’t say anything so Sophie didn’t say anything and they settled into a tense silence as the bus around them buzzed with noise. Sophie tried to think of something to say as the words played on repeat in her head but Linh beat her to it.

“You never told me much about Mari, about what she means to you,” Linh said. Each word seemed rehearsed as if she had said it in her head a thousand times before speaking the words into existence. “I didn’t know you cared,” Sophie responded quickly before she could think it through.

“Tell me about Mari?” Linh asked softly.

Despite what Sophie was hiding from Linh and what Linh was hiding from her, she couldn’t stop herself from talking. The words may have meant nothing as she rambled on about her life there, only meant to be a distraction, but she let them spill from her lips without hesitation. She talked of Tommy, Angie, and Mari, of her weekly game nights, of the regulars at the diner. The people she had come to love yet when the time came she didn’t hesitate to leave ‘cause she was scared. Scared of the permanence of it, scared she’d lose herself in the dream of it. And how when she burned those bridges all she felt was a gaping hole in herself. As she talked she thought of the people she had left in the Lost Cities; how she burned it all like she had when she was young and reckless and angry burning her mark, the moonlark, into the ground desperate to prove something, desperate to mean something. But now she was afraid of that, tearing everything to shreds, burning it to ashes because she didn’t know how to mean something to someone. She thought of what Amy had said and briefly wondered if she would ever be able to just talk about something instead of treating everything as a mystery she was destined to solve. Eventually, her words lulled Linh to sleep and she let out a soft sigh of contentment as she laid her head on Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie glanced at Linh, only allowing herself a quick look at her girlfriend’s soft and relaxed face before staring out the window watching the gravel pass, not allowing herself time for her guilt and sadness to rise. She wasn’t allowed those feelings. With every fiber of herself Sophie dreaded and couldn’t wait for the moment they stepped off of the bus into Kull, the town with as weird of a name as people.

An hour later, as the sun started to fall behind the trees and the sky began to turn dark, that moment came and Sophie found her entire body filled with anxiety. They made their way to the front, Sophie in front of Linh, her hand stretched behind her holding Linh’s hand like a lifeline.

They were the only ones getting off and within seconds they were left standing on the dirt road, the bus was long gone. The air was cold, and the wind blew lightly, tossing around Sophie’s ponytail. Neither spoke to the other, standing in silence, staring at the buildings in front of them. It felt like they’d break a spell if they moved, if they talked, so Sophie didn’t. But Linh did (a spell didn’t need to last an eternity in her mind, just for the moment that it was intended for). Linh squeezed Sophie’s hand three times, dragging her out of her haze to stare at Linh confused.

“It’s a human thing,” Linh said sheepishly. Distantly Sophie remembered Amy teaching her, three squeezes, “I love you”. Four squeezes back and Sophie had said, “I love you too.” She didn’t have time to think if it was a lie because with that she started walking, entirely on autopilot, the familiar route to Mari’s house ingrained in her mind. It was after hours, so there’d be no point going to the diner. So she dragged Linh down main street, taking a left about halfway down, and then it was another block til she found herself outside the door on the white porch of the bright mobile home with her whole body buzzing. It was almost too much to be there; staring at it again it was like nothing had changed. But something had, because she didn’t have a key, and so she knocked with all of the impulsive courage she had left.

Three rapid knocks.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five seconds.

The door opened with a creak.

It wasn’t Mari.

There was a man, about her height, hair pulled in a bun and silver bangs over glasses. He was familiar, why was he familiar? Linh drew in a harsh breath of air and squeezed Sophie’s hand as tight as she could. That was when the puzzle pieces fell into place. That’s when it all made sense. The man standing in front of her was someone she hadn’t seen in two years other than in the memories she had unrightfully stolen from him. The man standing in front of her, still with his signature silver, was Tam Song.

Amy’s phone buzzed next to her, pulling her away from rereading her homework question for the eight time. Ever since Sophie’s call and her following silence Amy couldn’t focus; she tried to distract herself, and pulled herself away from texting Linh and telling her everything Sophie had told her. It’s not my place, she would think. It’s not part of the plan. Her phone unlocked and she slowly processed the photo and message. It was a picture of Sophie leaning her back against the gas station with her hand holding her phone to her ear. It was just like her co-conspirators to be that dramatic they had to send a photo too.

-Operation Collect the Dumbasses-

Braincell Holder: You know we heard that call. Pure of Heart Dumb of Ass: I thought we said that I would start this conversation? No Thoughts Head Empty: Yeah well you took too long. Braincell Holder: Not the Point. The Mental Stability: And the Point? This felt too pointed, Amy thought. Way too pointed and directed at her. Her phone buzzed again. Braincell Holder: Having second thoughts? Only slightly, Amy thought, but no no this needed to happen. The Mental Stability: No Pure of Heart Dumb of Ass: Thank the fucking ancients we can move on No Thoughts Head Empty: We’ve got a Phase 3 to begin

Phase 3, which they already had planned, would be the hardest to set up. Everything had to be just the right timing and just the right place.

Incoming call from Braincell Holder

Amy smiled as she accepted the call and long red hair popped into the frame. “Where is she?” Amy asked.

The redhead grinned, “She’ll be here in a minute, you know how Mrs. Sparkly Justice is; she’s got meetings but she said she’s got a friend who wants to help.”

Amy smiled, their little band of conspirators and their plan was working better than she could’ve imagined.

“So,” Amy said, “Where do we start?”

#appologies for italics i missed #tumblr was being shitty and i wasn't gonna do it all #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #amy foster #sophie foster #kotlc fic #kotlc fan fic #solinh #tam song #finding home #tater writes #kotlc sophie #kotlc amy #kotlc linh #kotlc tam

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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what about bakugou with an s/o that is a bad influence (she manipulates him, makes him mad/jealous for fun, says his friends talk badly about her even though they dont, etc) and his friends are having none of that so they talk with bakugou and make him realize what kind of person his s/o is

Heated

Anon I hope I wrote this to your liking enjoy!! Sorry it took forever

You dodge a searing punch from the ash blonde just in time to catch his wrist. Both of you are breathing heavily. Both of you fighting for over twenty minutes.

He wrenches free and both of you disengage for the time being.

"What's aaahhh wrong aaahhh Y/N?" Bakugou keeps his hot smug ass smirk despite having to pause to speak.

"Hhhhaaahh aahhh Nothing Suki. I think you can't handle all of this." You gesture to your body mockingly while his smirk goes wider. He rolls his shoulders before getting back into fighting stance.

"Looks to me like there isn't much to handle."

You lunge, ready to punch that smug ass look off of his face.

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" A shrill voice yells out and he looks away at the last second catching your fist with his strong jaw.

Oh here we go.

You topple on top of him, having expected him to be braced for the blow. His hands rest on your hips before another scream is let out. Bakugou's girlfriend stomps in her red bottom heels your way.

"What the hell are you doing with that slut? I told you not to hang out with her you stupid shit? AND NOW SHE'S SITTING ON YOU!!!"

Katsuki lifts you by your hips and places you on your feet as he stands.

"Does she ride your dick too?" She screams and you roll your eyes, "Or is that apart of your endurance training?!"

"Oh shut up. You know God Damn well Katsuki is too loyal to cheat on you." You roll your eyes again, nerves frayed at the end from her presence alone.

Bakugou cuts you a look as his girlfriend fumes.

"Babe. Enough."

"Enough? She just talks badly about you and tries to beat the shit out of you. She's trash. She makes everyone in the dorm turn against you. I should leave you for that cutie Deku." A blush settles over her boojee cheeks. Bakougu's fingers twitch with subtle pops.

"Hey I'm right here. If you have something to say then say it to my face." You snap, hating this vile woman that Bakugou has been dating the past three months or so. Sure she was hot as fuck, long hair, dressed nicely, gorgeous face and ass for days but damn.

She was just such a bitch. You grind your teeth, wishing you had been braver four months ago.

Bakugou again gives you a sharp look.

"Oi." But there is more to it. He wants you to stop because he knows she will get in your face and she WILL get her ass whooped.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

"Fine." You snarl, Bakugou says nothing and slips his hand to the small of her back.

"Have you been hanging around Kirishima too? He's a bad influence and *below* you. And stop talking to that ugly bitch, Y/LN. She clearly wants to take you away from me." She goes on even as he guides her away.

You thought that would be the last straw on the camels back, that he would break up with her after speaking so lowly over his two best friends.

But Monday morning proves other wise.

You enter class and spy Katsuki already sitting at his desk. Delight fills you when you see that stank ho Emi is no where in sight.

You thank Kamisama she is in a different class.

You assume your normal spot when she isn't there, hopping onto Katsuki's desk top, bitching about the paper that is due.

Bakugou says nothing as he glares up at you before he places his palm beneath the desk, settling off an explosion large enough to flip it. Your heart tears into pieces, hurt painting your features as the ejection from your seat goes in slow motion. Its inevitable, you're gonna land on your ass.

Strong arms catch you princess style and instinctively you wrap your arms around a thick neck.

"Bakugou..." Kirishima sounds disappointed as you cling to him, "She could have gotten hurt."

"She shouldn't have sat on my desk. She should've had her guard up. And why the fuck do you care what I do?" He growls as he flips his desk upright with his feet pressing against the back legs. Your eyes narrow to slits and for the first time in a long time your feel real rage burning in your stomach towards Bakugou.

But your rage does not burn as badly as the tears forming in your eyes. You know exactly why he is acting this way.

"Emi is such a bad influence on you Baka!" You yell, gripping into Kirishima to keep yourself in check, "We've been over this a thousand times. Please. Listen to us, she's making you a paranoid asshole!"

"Don't be so harsh about the seat, Katuski. Y/N is right. She's manipulating you for some reason. We're saying this as your friends." Eji says softly, still not putting you down onto your feet, which was probably for the best considering what comes out of Bakugou's mouth next.

"Neither of you are my friends so fuck off and die." His voice holds real disgust when he speaks and you hold your breath, counting down slowly to keep that temper of yours in check.

But that dumb ass method never worked.

Kirishima glances down at you and sees your reddening face. You try to push off of him harshly but he keeps his grip tight as he brings you to your seat in the back of the class room. Knowing full well what would happen if he put you down.

Someone was going to get a punch in the face. Whether it be Katsuki or Emi he wasn't sure.

"Thank you so much Izuku-kun for the training this past Sunday." Nails grate over a chalk board as Emi comes to view at the door, "Can we train again sometime soon?"

"Sure." Izuku replies, unkowningly digging his own grave.

Anger swells in your chest as quickly as Bakugou reacts. Practically jumping to the door and grabbing Deku by his shoulder.

"What kind of fucking training?" He clamps a live hand onto Deku's shoulder. Small explosions burst onto the emerald haired boy point blank. He hisses out a cry but knows better than to provoke an already enraged Kaachan.

"Oh babe don't be so dramatic. It was simple basic training. You know similar to what you so with that slut." She smiles her petty smile before adding, "Let's try for tomorrow Izuku-senpai!"

She hugs him full on even with Bakugou gripping onto his shoulder. She is sure to press her boobs against Deku's chest earning a full face of blush. Red lingers on his throat before she let's go not even a word of goodbye to her ACTUAL boyfriend.

You bite your tongue and remind yourself that he said the two of you weren't friends.

Days meld into weeks as Bakugou trains alone, relishing the solitude for the first week and a half. But one day he catches your laughter and when he sees you training with Kirishima he begins to watch daily.

Keeping an eye on the competition or so he says.

At first you two are all laughs lightly sparing and heavy on the cardio.

He knows you suck at cardio. He's been trying to build your endurance since the two of you met.

Don't get it fucking twisted, he wants to be number one.

Will be number one.

But he wouldn't mind you being a close second.

So to watch you having such a good time with his other "best friend", the very same best friend that came to rescue him during that league of villains arch.

The best friend who risked his life, teamed up with shitty Deku and held out his hand for him had his stomach twisting in knots.

Bakugou knew that Kirishima saw his heart, his true heart and that deep down he wasn't such a bad guy. He cared for his equals deeply and once Bakugou acknowledged that care he would do *anything* to keep them safe.

But did you know that?

I guess it didn't fucking matter. Bakugou was sure to fuck it up anyway.

Like he did all of his good relationships. I mean look at Deku...

Katsuki didn't know he was going to manage to really fuck this one up especially not the very next day.

"I'm serious babe. She's spreading rumors that I'm sleeping with everyone in my class. You know I would never." Emi cries, literal tears flooding down her cheeks. Even managing to hiccup at the end. Katsuki feels torn he knew you could be petty but this low?

He looks down at his red faced girl friend and wonders for a fraction of a second.

Could someone fake cry this well?

He thought not, so he stomps to his class room during this break to confront you.

Since Bakugou's last comment you had wiped him from existence.

At least that's what you tell yourself. Careful to avoid him during class and free time. Trying and failing as Aizawa shamelessly pairs the two of you together often.

So break is your only time for peace considering Bakugou always goes to her classroom.

Confusion twists your features as you see a fuming ash blonde making his way to you.

You bite your lip to keep from lashing our and look away, giving Kirishima your full attention once more as he asks for your advice on Mina.

Bakugou doesn't care that he is interrupting as he slams popping palms onto your desk, the wood beneath charrs with snaking black fissures.

"Are you talking about my girl Y/N?" He snarls, eyes narrowed in on you.

At first you're taken aback in disbelief?

Where in the fuck would he get that idea?

And why the fuck would he believe that *you* would shit talk Emi behind her face?

Because you were brave enough to say it to her fucking face.

The very same face who stands in the hall peeking in, mascara running but her lips reflect something else.

A smile pulls at her lipstick coated mouth, twisting it upward with malice.

The dots connect themselves, glaring her down before you meet the heated gaze of your *former* best friend.

"Ah no Suki, I don't speak her name because I don't like the taste of *shit* in my mouth." You say calmly, even leaning away from him. Hands resting behind your head. Angry pops echo around the room before he shoves the desk into your unguarded gut.

"Cut the shit smart ass!" He snarls, looking down his nose as if you were the garbage that stood gazing into the classroom. Watching what her web of lies has spun.

You see red and like a bull you charge.

"You want ME to cut the shit? But your girlfriend with her half ass head game is perfectly fine to manipulate you and spread lies?" You stand, slamming your hands against the desk, splitting it in two.

He grabs onto your collar, pulling you past the fallen desk.

"You're pushing it, Y/N." His free hand pops in warning and you snarl.

"Good. That's exactly what I want to do." You hiss and he shoves you away, slamming you into the cinderblock wall behind you

"Guys." Deku and Kirishima say in two different tones, "Let's calm down."

"CALM DOWN?" You yell, slamming your fist into the wall behind you. A hole crumbs and the kids in the back of class 1B peek through the three foot tall and two foot wide hole.

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CALM NOW!" Air whips around you as your power swirls in the small class room.

The special thing about your quirk was the angrier you were the stronger and faster you got.

The only down fall after your heart rate reaches a certain rate it will take hours for you to think logically.

"Oh shit!" One of them exclaims as you lunge fist reared for contact, Bakugou side steps at the last second, letting a large point blank explosion to erupt near your face.

When the smoke clears red eyes are met with glittering dangerous eyes. He smirks, he should have know that blast wouldn't have knocked *you* out.

Fists are exchanged and blocked by both parties. One fueled with pure rage while the other is backed by heated blasts. The ash blondes forearms are starting to turn into a sickening blackish blue but his snarl never wavers.

Both of you slide back a few feet, huffing hot breath.

"Azaiwa Sensei is going to be here soon!!" Kirishima shouts, "Bakugou you can't afford another demerit!"

His voice goes unnoticed by both parties as you both lunge.

Kirishima sees what Bakugou does not, you've been storing some of your rage, a lot of it for Katsuki himself, and you're about to unleash it in a deadly final blow.

Ejirou rushes, hardening his skin to its highest level as he steps in front of Bakugou, forearms crossed and braced for impact.

Your fist finds rock hard flesh, knuckles sliced before you push harder growling aloud as you do.

Harden skin chips before a sickening crack rings out, causing Kirishima's left arm to go slack as both the red head and the hot head slam hard into the chalk board, almost busting though the wall.

At this point you don't know when to stop, the blood dripping from Kirishima does not put a falter in your step as you jump fist raised again.

Aizawa enters the room at the right time, activating his quirk but it cannot dissipate the rage that you feel.

Hot tears well in your eyes as you continue to beat your fists against jagged skin.

Shredding your hands against the sharp rocky flesh.

"Fuck you Bakugou. Fuck you. You're so God damn blind!" A raw scream escapes your throat but still you take it out on Kirishima, "She's laughing even now! You're nothing but a hot toy to her!"

Two sets of red eyes look at you with hurt, one more so than the other before they glance at Emi.

Who struggles to switch her facial expression from delight to shock.

Scarlet eyes narrow with new found rage.

"Y/LN!" Aizawa says darkly, sending out his scarf to pull you from Kirishima as if you were a rabid dog, when he pulls you to him he clamps a strong hand on the back of your neck.

"I think you need to be in isolation for a few." He squeezes the colum of your neck and you snarl, still ready to fight, '

"Kirishima, Bakugou, meet me in my office in ten.

It had been a long time since you've been put in the isolation chamber but somethings never change as the same person that pushed your temper enough to send you there the first time is the cause of it again almost two years later.

They will keep you quirkless until your heart rate has significantly lowered.

Emi stands petrified, not only from your power but from you calling her out. Kirishima passes her with out a second glance but Bakugou stops, eyes averted.

"Bakugou, Baby I can explain. Sh..she's jealous.." She stammers reaching for him but he shoots a deadly glare to her. She physically shrinks back, taking a small step as if his gaze was smoldering up close.

After a moment he speaks in a tone much darker than you've ever heard, pops echoing down the hall carrying the venom of his tone along with it.

"Hope this is what you wanted. Fuck you we're over."

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shauta · 4 years

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alright i think im awake enough to talk about my thots on zero-one from break up to episode 44 so spoilers after the cut in case you havent caught up or youre planning on watching it

so first i guess i should mention the presidential specials, which were just 2 glorified recap episodes that also introduced azu (finally) and the creation of the ark-one key. they are what they are and i get having to just shove it into recap episodes that were released during the point where it was still pretty risky to have actors do anything outside of their homes so i dont really feel much toward them

to the actual point of this, episodes 36-41 i would call good for the most part, there are some things that had to get sidelined due to covid, like fuwa and yua’s whole thing having to be condensed into a scene or two of them talking to Ai, the therapy robot, but it was still alright all things considered and i cant blame them too much since something like this during the airing of rider has never really happened. in regards to the thousman’s redemption, it kinda felt like a mix of covid interference and general not knowing how to properly give such a horrible man any kind of redemption. like, i’ll admit, his backstory about his robot dog named thouser (hilarious) almost got me until he pulled the “youre the only motherfucker that can handle me” with Sony’s New Product Placement Toy, which made it wrap around from being almost decent to funny in a bad kind of way. also the thing with him committing fucking humagear crimes being born from a love of hiden intelligence was so damn stupid, like are they telling me he couldnt have done the things he did out of like jealousy or some blind belief that hiden’s dreams are foolish or something?? fuck man, that was just really dumb. also how much did sony pay to have them shove so much goddamn footage of aibo into that episode

ark zero’s introduction was pretty cool, with him just outright fucking possessing horobi and, at first, making his body move unnaturally until he transformed. that was kinda sick. i feel like the cut to yua being outright terrified of ark would have had more impact had she done more stuff in the show, but i think thats genuinely a good way to show how strong/scary a new enemy can be. im also so glad that naki got their own suit and shit, since i remember us hoping that they would at least use the assault wolf key, but kamen rider naki is just so much cooler. thanks so fucking much kamen rider zero-one

also with ark when aruto just lost to him and got scared that maybe his ideals werent totally right, since in his ideal dream world it is technically possible for an ai to become as corrupted like satellite ark and him having to reaffirm what he believes in after fukuoze comes to him and is like “i need shesta back so we can kick gai out” was good imo. i liked that episode. also the episode where izu ran through multiple simulations was kinda fucked but it ended with her being able to make shit appear in her hands so good for her :)

then with the last of the ark zero shit, horobi uhhhh. hes there. he realizes that maybe sometimes it good to make choices for yourself, i guess. the teamup with him and zero-two was really cool, though. liked that and i liked raiden working with subaru again to take down ark. mostly a good episode if you like the fact that horobi will never change.

i think ive said everything i want to about the episodes i liked so now its time to talk about episodes 42-44, or where zero-one just takes a nosedive into confusing choices that i believe are genuinely bad. to start of with, izu dies. i would feel something about this moment if kamen rider didnt pull this shit all the goddamn time and also if i wasnt at least 50% confident that takahashi is gonna bring her back in some form during the finale like he did with poppy ex-aid. also this is the catalyst that makes aruto turn into ark-one, ditching zero-two after like. two episodes. incredible. this is dumb as hell, im not gonna try to pretend it isnt, because it is far too late in the show for this to happen, even with covid fucking up schedules. there is no reason for aruto to just ditch his morals and become the ultimate evil of zero-one because izu died. this isnt what she would want you moran!! and like, i get it, kind of. they wanted to show that not even good boy aruto, our heroic protagonist, is immune to having malicious feelings. i get killing off izu so aruto can feel malice towards horobi. turning him into ark-one is just dumb imo and they should have done something like his malice being what summons the ark again, but either in a shiny new body, or him using azu, i guess. either way theres no need for aruto to become ark-one.

this part is just nitpicky but during the ark-one fights where it would cut away to ark-one in total darkness, i think it could have been utilized better. like him dodging the shots and attacking everyone else while cutting to those shots would have been really good... had horobi also been visible during the shots they cut to when he was fighting him. like, theres some good potential for symbolism (? i dont really remember film terms too well but i do know what im talking about) here where he just doesnt see anything, except for horobi, who he wants to kill as revenge for izu. it couldve been cool even though this whole thing was really dumb imo!! but it kinda just ended up being a bit confusing in the end.

speaking of dumb shit, i think the fuwa and aruto fight in 44 was wasted in the end. orthoros vulcan is a dope recolor of assault wolf and it had retractable naki claws, so it at least gets points for that. but aruto transforms into zero-two for the first time in 2 episodes which doesnt make sense at first glance since hes ark-one now, but i think they were intending for this fight to be a callback to when zero-one and vulcan were first fighting, which is actually really cool if they meant for it to be this. which i believe so but you never know. anyway this fight was wasted because it doesnt seem to do much?? unless right at the start of 45 aruto’s gonna be like “nah, im not actually gonna fight you, since nobody wants that” but even then, going up to horobi and risking a full on war of humagears against humans is still stupid. why would he do that if he learned from his fight with fuwa. also this would have been a cool moment for fuwa to turn aruto’s catchphrase against him!! it would have been so fucking sick for fuwa at one point to say something like “theres only one person who can save you, and that’s me!” like fuck!!!!! that would be so cool!!!!! im genuinely upset this didnt happen im not even joking

i think this post went off the rails because i never learn that i cant extensively talk about kamen rider or other interests without becoming incredible incoherent so im ending the post here. thanks if you were able to actually read through this mess and also i do think for the most part kamen rider zero-one is a season worth watching. just maybe not the last 4 episodes.

#canned beef #i really thought i was gonna get away with writing something anybody other than me could understand lmao #next time i plan to do this please shut it down immediately unless i can get like. an editor or some shit

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I kinda understand why they don't let mages multiclass in game because it'd be op and even more the favored class. But man I WISH still. It'd have to have some kind of drawback to balance it out like not being able to use magic in certain battles or something. idk. that's another topic to go off on and so I'll just dream about it working for this au

okay in hindsight it really is incredibly silly of me to not have been putting these under read mores, my bad omg

But yeah it really bases on each person's past experiences. Most of the party hasn't had a terrible history with magic and mages but they often see the mistreatment of the mages in Kirkwall. And they all mostly got to meet Obi before the magic (minus Cody&Rex since they fled Lothering w/ Obi&Jinn) and so I feel they're more like: Well, I don't want to see my friend go through that so I won't say-

--anything to the Templars. Where Anakin has so much history with the wrongdoings of magic and it just rocks his core and beliefs after knowing. Obi-Wan wasn't any of the stereotypes that he had learned. Did not hold malice in his heart so tightly and let it influence his actions for the worse. Of course this isn't going to make Ani full fledge trust ANY other mage but it might give him a pause--

--to give them a chance or a second and not assume all are blood mages and working with demons, maybe. I can see the others working together to do combos more tbh like hey Obi freeze him so I can smash him! etc etc those things and in the long run I think they might be able to battle better

I keep forgetting to mention but I've specialized Obi in Force Mage and a Spirit Healer. The Force one because well. The Force. It's fitting. But it's also extremly fun to just like yeet enemies around up,down,apart,together. Like a yoyo sometimes lmao. I def hope Obi in the story has that one. I chose the healing moreso because I dont bring Anders along a whole lot but I think Ob would kno that2.

I quite like the blooming idea of Qui-Gonn even teaching the others new fighting styles in their spare time. He's just passing on knowledge to everyone to better themselfs inside and outside of battle. Soon enough it's regular for Obi to come home and one of his friends are training with Jinn in the library. Even in Jinn's age he can school these fools at anything lmao

After seeing more of the Temple Bombing and more on Barriss I'm very excited to start thinking of her in this AU. Like it really does feels fitting for her as Anders. I like the idea of her going to Jinn to try and talk about things to ease her mind or to try and get him or anyone to help more with the mages being turned Tranquil. She puts on the facade that the talk helped her but she's probably-

--left the place feeling more upset about it all and feeling like people are unwilling to make changes unless it's drastic. Which continues snowballing into act 3 and the explosion. Damn, bonus points somehow if she manages to point it at Ashoka like in the show omg

Ykno I played the game again today the terror of being a mage in Kirkwall with the Templar’s abusing their powers like really set in for me today? And I thought about Obi admitting his fear. To Quinlan and/or to Anakin. I thought about one of the nights Quin&Obi are drinking, and Obi just admits it. It’s scary hiding in this city and he misses simple Lothering before the Blight hit. The thought of people busting in through the door and seizing him and possibly Jinn too

And then to Anakin it might be after they’ve reconciled things. I imagined Anakin talking about wanting to fight all the slavers and all those Danarius sends after him, he’s wondering why Obi doesn’t have that attitude towards the Templars. But Obi explains that theres no way to fight off the whole institution, especially with them being trained to nullify any magics and if he were alone it would be game over almost instantly and Obi would be made Tranquil and all his personality and witt r gone

ANOTHER can of worms (sorry) I just did the romance scene in act 3 with Fenris and he had, for a moment, remembered things before the ritual with the lyrium but then suddenly lost them all again. And oof dude the SAD that comes with the dialogue how overcome with emotion Fenris is and it all sounds like vague rejection but I know it’s not. Also seeing the red fabric tied around his wrist got me going heart emojis tho I’m thinking abt Anakin wearing that when they’re more established together too

yea as much as i’m disappointed bc multi-class mage would be DOPE gameplay, it would definitely be way too op for a class. but in true fanfiction rules, that means it’s on the table to be written in!! (altho you could have a cool mechanic where it’s battle locked, or stamina locked somehow?? or requiring skill points maybe?)

it’s definitely different situations for all the companions, but yea without a doubt anakin’s situation is the most unique/drastic?? (not the right words but they work) like you said, he’s not going to immediately do a 180 on how he views every mage, but learning about obi-wan does force him to pause and reconsider things, and it makes him more hesitant about passing judgement. i think, in canon w/ fenris too, they recognize the injustice that is the gallows, and they know that the templars are being cruel to mages there, but if they truly believe mages are all corrupt, evil, and self-serving, then fenris/anakin doesn’t feel the urge to go out of his way to help them. maybe not actively hunting down and turning in mages, but he’s certainly not going out of his way to hide & harbor mages, either. (but for obi-wan? after he learns everything? that might change)

i love the idea of combo moves, omg. i feel like ahsoka would be the most enthusiastic, just because it always looks fucking cool. her and obi-wan are just messing around and they realize he can push her around with magic, and then they’re practicing moves, obi-wan using a force push to launch ahsoka into more brute force slams that she can do with her daggers. ahsoka is cackling gleefully the whole time, while obi-wan frets at first but he gets excited, too, because it really is super cool

with that said, i think force mage specialization is absolutely perfect. not only because the force, duh but also it IS so fun omg just throwing enemies around like it’s nothing LMAO and i think spirit healer is lowkey fitting as well!! i’ve always been drawn to the star wars head cannon that, after losing qui-gon on naboo, he dives into studying healing. and then especially in the war, medical knowledge is a matter of survival. he’d pick it up anyway just be sheer force of will, even if he hadn’t been studying. (but in game that’s valid too lmaooo i barely play with anders in my party either)

and yesss i love trainer jinn!! i can just imagine, when they move into the mansion, him and obi-wan looking at the huge space and not knowing what to do with it. all it takes is a few days before qui-gon takes the unused foyer space and makes it into a training course instead LMAOO

that idea of barriss going to jinn!!! YES!! (i think too, there’s dialogue you have with anders in act 3 that’s along that line?? he talks to you about the mage and templar conflict and what can be done to end it, asking your opinion on if violence is necessary i think??) but yesss i think that fits really well. barriss talks to jinn, thinking he’ll be angry the same way she is, thinks he’ll offer her words of a rebellion, but instead he placates her and says things will settle in time. so maybe she goes to ahsoka instead, or ahsoka comes to her, and barriss is angry and frustrated and spits her distrust of the circles and how she wants to tear the whole system apart. but ahsoka doesn’t understand all of it, or does but thinks it’s just barriss venting, not a premonition for her actions.

that would be so wild if she still tried to frame ahsoka omg, it’d be interesting to still try and work that in!!

but god yea, obi-wan puts up a front 99% of the time, but the truth is he is terrified. and he won’t admit it to anyone -- the only reason he says anything to quin is because he’s been drinking, he’s tired, and he’s just so weary of this never ending conflict, panic, fear. he just wants to get to a point where they can all stop, relax, be okay, but he knows it won’t happen and god, he doesn’t know if he has the strength to keep living like this.

and when he tells anakin, it’s just in such a resigned way. anakin keeps going because he sullies his hatred, uses it as a weapon, and he sticks towards his goal -- kill danarius. kill the man who did this to him, and then the hunting stops. but obi-wan doesn’t have that solid goal, he can’t take on the entire institution of the circles by himself. he can’t even imagine trying to take on just the kirkwall circle, it would be such a hopeless battle. and the stakes are too high either way, it’s just not a fight he -- or any of them -- can afford, so he just has to live with his fear, this panic. always looking over his shoulder, forever worrying over his companions, wondering if he paints a target on their backs, too, just be being close to them. (DAMN this made me so SAD)

bruh that scene of the romance kills me every time. it’s so gut wrenching!! and YES THE RED FABRIC!! anakin definitely swipes a favor from obi-wan!!

also, if you want/it might be easier, you could add me on discord to talk more about the da au!! since tumblr messaging is hit or miss, and with replies it’s like, everything or nothing all at once? but it’s up to you! (my discord is kataleena#3538)

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erikismybitch · 5 years

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Waiting In Vain : Chapter 12

Summertime Magic.

Marley was just about done with her work shift. She had to be online for ten more minutes , then she could log off. Erik was sitting at the end of her bed watching True Crime on her TV. The evening was approaching . Marley had begged him to come over so they could go to the state fair.

Take me to the state far , I want a funnel cake .

Oh you tryna date date?

Omg 🙄...Please!

“I’m done!” Marley announced and slammed her computer shut. She was ready , all she had to do was put on her shoes and they could go . Even though it was almost night time it was too hot .Erik wore dri-fit shorts and a new white T. Marley looked very festive in her little denim dress and wheat colored Yeezys. Marley knew Kanye was a complete idiot but that wouldn’t stop her from being the best dressed.

There were lots of teens , it made Erik itch . He hated kids , they were loud and obnoxious for no reason. Erik paid for their entry and they went in. Marley couldn’t decide what to do first . Or better yet , what to eat first .

“Corn dogs, deep fried Oreos , garlic fries !” Marley spun around like a child in a candy store. The rainbow like lights flashing everywhere were nostalgic. Reminding her that this was exactly what fin was . The intoxicating smells of fatty foods waiting to be devoured . And the screams of people riding rides .

“Did you come to eat only?” Erik said in all seriousness , he knew her .

“You guess it!” Playfully Marley punched him in the side of his waist . He twisted her arm in a way that made her fall into him. His free arm wrapped around her. Marley tried to fight him off but she was no match for Eriks strength . So she gave in and rested against him .

“You weak”

“If you were anybody else , I would have laid you out on this concrete” she sassed .

The flashing lights written in the words Wipeout drew Eriks attention . Watching how the cars flipped and spun around , he wanted to get on that first . It was the inner child in him too . He asked Marley to wait in the long line for the both of them . Erik went to search for a ticket booth so they could ride.

He found one , and just like everything else , that line was long . Erik was impatient so he was agitated already . During the wait he took some time to observe everything around him . The little kids running from their parents , the teen boys call catting girls and fucking Tiana.

She was with a group of similar looking friends . Half dressed , taking photos of eachother. Tiana noticed Erik as soon as he stepped in line, and now that he made eye contact with her she took that as an invitation. Erik was hoping that she would turn away when she saw him, but that would be too much like right . Tiana walked over to him, she was much skinnier than he remembered .

“Hey” Tiana was very chipper as she stood next to him . She folded her arms , feeling slightly misplaced . She shifted her weight from one foot to another . Erik didn’t respond , he just scrunched up his face . “Seriously, it’s like that?” She fumed .

“Like what ?” Erik responded as if he was clueless . “Are you on a date or something ? You don’t want your girl to see you talking to me? Where is she?” Tiana looked around aggressively, Erik laughed to keep his cool. This reminded him of everything he didn’t like about her . “I thought you didn’t take girls on dates” At this point, Tiana was just listening to herself talk . Erik just wanted to make his purchase and get back to Marley.

“Or you brought your kid or something , you never told me shit anyway”

“ I haven’t talked to you in months” he gave in to ignoring her, again Erik was impatient.

“Dont you think you owe me an explanation?”

“I don’t owe you shit!” he hissed loudly . He was a little loud and looked around and ignored the stares of strangers. Then he looked over to Marley , she was far enough but he didn’t want to chance her seeing everything .

She was making small talk with another girl in line . He softened a little, just watching her be the total opposite of this chaos . Tiana spotted her too , and when she did she saw red .

“Are you fucking serious , her!” She shouted. As soon as Tiana looked as if she was heading towards Marley he grabbed her wrist tight . He squeezed until she moaned out in pain . He let her go before they made too big of a scene .

“Chill out”

Tiana rubbed her red wrist .

“She told me what you did to her , your own family ? Stay the fuck away from Marley”

That was a threat , Tianas eyes began to water. And it was clear to her that Erik no longer cared about her . It was his turn at the ticket booth , he smiled and conversed with the worker . Like nothing ever happened. The worker suggested he purchase ride bracelets instead of Tickets. That way they had infinite riding rights . He got two , thanked her and found Marley. Tiana still stood and watched with malice as Erik put the bracelet on Marleys wrist and kissed her forehead. Tiana watched them until they were in her view no longer .

Erik was not going to tell Marley about His encounter with Tiana. They both sat on the wipeout. Markey on the right because the ride would cause her to slide onto him. She was itching to pull her phone out and take a picture. So she did , surprised at how Erik obliged . Her head rested on his as the camera snapped at a low angle. He smiled with his bottom teeth so his gold grill would be exposed . Erik looked good , but Marley’s double chin was in full view . She laughed at the picture .

“Lucky these are just for me” She kissed him and caught the side of his lips.

“ I like that” Erik took the lead this time , giving her three sensual kisses before she pulled away. The ride had started.

Marley stopped posting photos and her business online a while ago . It was liberating to always be living in the moment. And not be compelled by her cell phone . The ride was over , it was more intense then they had expected . Erik said he felt kind of dizzy . Marley told him that it was a sign that he was getting older . Erik recalled when he was younger , he could clear several rollercoasters back to back . Marley told him that she couldn’t, she was always afraid of those . Fairs were just right , nothing too extreme and better food .

Feeling hungrier than before, she pulled him towards the smoked turkey legs . She ordered one for the both of them and paid .

“ Just one ?” Erik asked .

“You don’t wanna share with me?” He shook his dread head like a selfish child . “You don’t wanna put your lips on the same thing I put my lips on?”

“When you put it like that”

Marley was handed the huge leg . She took two bites of the juicy meat then let him take a bite after.

“This shit is good” his mouth was full but that didn’t stop him from taking another massive bite.

“I probably should have gotten two” she let Erik hold it for now.

The screech of a woman caught them both off guard . It was the sound effects from a haunted house ride .

“You know we gotta ride that right ?” He mentioned, still eating .

“Absolutely”

The line wasn’t long when they went to it. Erik found humor in the people exiting looking frazzled from the ride . “Maybe this shit is scary” Marley paused as it was time for them to board the ride. Erik sucked his teeth and pushed her from behind . They sat in the small car. The operator strapped them both in . The ride began with a deep chilling voice telling them the story of a murder . The creaky doors opened . It was pitch black and the car came to a halt . Erik crept closer , and started kissing on Marleys neck .

No, they hadn’t been too intimate yet . Just kisses and feels every now and then. At this point Erik new that he could do what he wanted with her body . He just hadn’t tried anything yet . Marley closed her eyes and took in the feeling of his soft lips on her neck. Not focused on the spooky figure that popped out to scare them.

“You gon’ open them legs for me?” His mellow smooth voice was like a trance, she opened them . His warm fingers ran up her thigh , Erik bit into her neck softly, because he just couldn’t get enough of her. Damn, he had been wanting her for so long. Marley pivoted and kissed him, a tongue kiss . That tasted like lust and meat. He got his hand into her panties now. With his two skilled middle fingers he toyed with her clit . At first , side to side . But when he moved them in circles , Marley made noises. He knew that was the way . He played with her faster, she couldn’t kiss him anymore . Tired of breathing into his mouth , her heavy head laid on his shoulder . Watching his hand disappear under her dress was means enough to drive her wild . This was so fucking hot and nasty . She squirmed but made sure not to stray away from daddy . Well , Erik . But that’s what she wanted to call him.

“ Fuck!” Charged Marley, loud and clear. Erik nonchalantly took a bite of the still warm turkey leg. So amused at the faces she was making . He had been longing to see what she would look like when he really put it on her. He moved his hands even faster with pressure, Marley couldn’t take it . She grabbed at his hand and tried to surrender .

“Nah!” he snapped at her . “Don’t you fucking move my hand”

Her head flew back onto the car , it was low. Her heady chest was exposed and moving up and down to the rhythm of his movements. Marley’s mouth open wide as she cursed him out for making her feel so good . He took another vicious bite of the turkey leg , still watching Marley go crazy . He was fucking crazy. Her eyes squeezed shut as she prepared herself for the eruption. “I’m about to cum!”

The high pitched panting from her wide open mouth made the veins in his dick shoot straight out . And if the ride was any longer , he’d make her sit on his lap and ride him till he got his too. She blissfully came back down from her quick orgasm , full of adrenaline as she grabbed his face and kissed him roughly. He laughed in the kiss , she was so eager . Erik pulled her panties back over her wet cunt, it was practically begging him to come inside and have some more fun. He squeezed her ass . “You got me ready to fuck you on this ride” he taunted .

Marleys merciful hands were placed on both sides of his face . With her thumbs she caressed the low part of his bearded cheeks. She loved the sound of his voice . All raspy and that hood-like accent . Her lips lingered against his before she kissed him again . “What’s stopping you ?”

Erik drew back hauntingly and hoisted his entire expression . It wasn’t until Marley began laughing that he knew she wasn’t serious . He pushed away from her as she kept laughing . She fought his rejection by giving him apology kisses . When they returned to the beginning of the ride , the operator looked at them oddly. It wasn’t until Erik noticed the small black and white security screens on the control panel . Each followed every ride car. He decided not to tell Marley about that either . Unsure of if she’d let him touch her in public again.

That exciting night was coming to an end. They both were becoming restless , and Marley’s feet were hurting a little. The duo sat on the last ride for the night , the Ferris wheel . Marley laid her head on his shoulder .

“I gotta catch a plane at midnight” Erik told her as if he was Cinderella or something. Some flyover state for work . During a past conversation Marley learned that he was a Computing engineer . For some company that was partnered with clients all around the world . He told her it was a private company . “When technology fucks up, they send to fix it” he said . He kept explaining his job to her . Marley felt as if he made it sound complicated so she wouldn’t bring it up anymore . She wouldn’t , because she didn’t care that much . “It’s not like your doing illegal shit right” . She joked with him . The only thing she disliked was the fact that if they needed him, he had to leave right away . Sometimes for long periods of time . Erik said he couldn’t leave until the problem was terminated... or whatever that meant . Marley love that he was super smart, she had never dated anyone like him in that matter.

“Marley”

She was learning that semi serious talk only came from when he said her name first . And nothing else after . Once it was “Who mounted your TV in your room, was it a dude... y’all related or friends ?” and that other time “If you need anything , stop being afraid to ask me for it”

“Yeah” she removed her head from his shoulder so she was able to look in his eyes . They were reflecting the colorful lights of the fair . Hers were like that in his view too .

“ Nothing , you real cool, that’s it” She smiled , and rested her head back onto his shoulder . Marley melted his heart in a way he didn’t know it could . He could only hope that letting her in was the right decision, for her. He didn’t want to hurt her , this was his first time letting someone in like this . He was used to being selfish about his, now he had another person to take care of.

Marley went to the bathroom as soon as they were let off the wheel . She drank a fairly large lemonade with the two corn dogs she scarfed down earlier . When she walked inside , despite how busy it was ... she saw Tiana. Her anxiety got the best of her and she smiled at her cousin . She didn’t mean to , but it just came out that way .

Tiana didn’t say anything , she whispered to her friend and washed her hands . Marley went into the stall . Overhearing Tianas friend mention her name . But what else they said , she couldn’t make out over the sounds of toilets flushing . Luckily when she exited the stall , Tiana and company were gone . But they were outside .

But so was Erik , and that made her smile . Forreal this time . Who made her feel protected when he wrapped his arm around her neck and pull her close . Considering her feelings . He wasn’t concerned about the third party presence. They walked away . Marley glanced over her shoulder . Tiana gave her a look that shook her. It worried her most because she was so open with it , even her friend stared at her oddly. Marley has seen her cousin take a loss, but she did it with pride and in private . Something was off . Marley looked back to Erik. Really off .

#if there is a typo im sorry #im half sleep #sometimes marley turns to market or markey #tiana not playing #erik is fine as fuck #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger imagine

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lucindarobinsonvevo · 5 years

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The blake mysteries: my collected thoughts

The things I did like:

The acting. I’ve seen a few people dismiss the acting but I didn’t take issue with it.

More matthew baeby

No canon malice

Peter Crowe! Hes so adorable, i get the hype with him now.

Matthew being angry in his grief. #relatable

Alice and Peter in the morgue, i thought that scene was so well done

Most of the locations are very well chosen

Finally, a good old fashioned serial killer.

Learning more about danny, however tangentially.

Not having to watch charlie and danny fight over rose

Jean sacrificing her hat for science

I dont know if ive mentioned this before but matthew lawson is the best and i love him

Matthew standing up for a bullied kid with abusive parents?! Yes please.

Jean’s reason for wanting to help is actually that she really wants to help people. Love that.

I liked the reveal of the editor as the child orphaned in the fire, id forgotten about it and i had to sit back and be like ‘damn, we do forget about things as soon as they leave our screens dont we?’

Cec. always.

Things i didn’t like

The twist. It feels kinda...rushed? Maybe I just missed it but the whole thing seems to come together in a matter of seconds.

The redesigned station. Nothing personal im just super attached to the old design but the idea of matthew having it changed after ned died there would be interesting to explore.

The first person shots especially the one where matthew interacts with the camera like we’re playing a first person detective game. (id pay good money for an actual blake video game tho, even a point and click one. Just in case the video game gods happen to be listening)

Matthew smoking a pipe, but that’s more of a horny thing than anything else.

Things im meh about:

Jean as a councillor.

Amy Parks

The action sequence with the needle

Over all:

Had the series continued, I probably wouldn’t have kept watching but it’s not really a story thing so much as it’s a deep rooted hatred for all things 60s. I’m a poodle skirt lesbian and to see the show move away from that...it makes me sad.

Now to actually be serious for once: I am glad I saw this film, and I do think a lot of my putting it off for so long was a fear of how I’d feel knowing there was no blake content left for me to consume. It’s been such a huge part of my life for so long that not having anything left to look forward too is daunting. I imagine this is the grieving process everyone else went through a few months ago.

I do think channel 7 shouldn’t have cancelled the show, even if it’s no longer for me (which is fine, I don’t think Blake prime was really for me either I just happened to like it by fluke). I think with more time to settle into the characters, the Blake Mysteries really could have been something quite different to the other mystery shows of today.

If nothing else, it went out with a bag rather than a whimper. One lone telemovie, standing defiant against cancellation amidst a sea of crime shows who were shut down after their stars faced similar accusations and I think that’s pretty special.

And finally, I just want to apologize to @blinkingcursor15. You’ve always been very nice to me even though you probably didn’t need to be. I’m trying to change, but I still make mistakes and say things that I know are jokes, or I don’t think anyone will listen too and they hurt people. I’m really sorry. Please don’t let your opinion of me, whatever that may be, colour your opinion of everyone else in this fandom. Mostly, theyre good people whose only crime is being stuck with someone who runs their mouth without thinking.

You’ve been a good sport in this fandom. It’s not every day someone involved with something as big and impressive as blake takes the time to read the posts of someone with the url ‘bisexualcharliedavis’. Thank you, I’m glad you turned out to not be bees in a trench coat.

And that’s all she wrote. If you fellas need me, I’ll be watching my favourite episodes with a box of tissues.

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inactiveblog261838 · 7 years

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i know (eddie kaspbrak x reader)

requested: yes

summary: eddie has a vivid nightmare involving his two biggest fears: the leper and losing his best friend (warning: kind of gory)

reader uses female pronouns! (i’ll use them by default, unless requested to use other pronouns)

a/n: i’m not sure how i feel about this but i hope you guys like it, and i hope it’s kinda similar to what you were looking for, anon

Eddie watched, helpless and paralyzed as he watched It, in the form of that god forsaken leper, grab Y/N with it’s rotting, slimy hands, digging its jagged fingernails into her arms as it brought her closer and closer to it’s hanging mouth.

Y/N was screaming and crying out to him, pleading for him to do something, anything, and save her. Eddie screamed back, begging It to let her go, but it didn’t. It began to open its horribly diseased mouth above her head, and Eddie tried his hardest to run towards it, but found himself unable to move.

“Eddie! Why aren’t you doing anything? Why are you letting It do this to me?” Y/N cried, “Help me Eddie!”

“I can’t move, Y/N! I can’t move!”

“Eddie I don’t wanna die! Please help me, Eddie, please!”

The fear and helplessness in her voice made Eddie become even more afraid, at first he’d thought this was a dream but everything seemed far too real.

As the horror before him continued to unfold, he wanted to reach for his inhaler and a baseball bat, but he was still frozen in place. His mind was working but his body would not cooperate.

Y/N’s screams continued, snapping his attention back to her and the huge leper that was about to devour her. He started to cry, realizing that his best friend was about to die a horrible, sickening death, and he could do nothing but watch and cry.

Y/N’s face twisted, from fear to anger. “You’re just going to let me die like this Eddie?”

It began to wrap its mouth around her skull, but she kept screaming.

“That’s ok, Eddie, I’m not surprised. You always were a coward,” she screamed, her voice full of malice, “If Richie or Bill or Mike were here they’d save me, Eddie.”

“Stop it! Stop it! I can’t move, I tried and I can’t!” he screamed, her words cutting him to the bone.

“Hell, even Stan would be brave enough to save me! Even Ben! They’re not cowards like you, Eddie, they wouldn’t let me die!”

By now, the leper had chewed off the top of her scalp and was making its way down her forehead, but the cruel screaming never stopped.

“I’ll see you in Hell, Eddie Kaspbrak,” Y/N taunted, “I’ll be the one to fucking drag you there, with my face eaten off, and the whole way down all you’ll be able to think about is how you did this to me!”

“Shut up!” Eddie pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut and willing the monstrosity away. “You’re not real! This isn’t real! Shut up!”

There was a sickening crunch and squish, and as the sound hit his ears he felt a warm, copper-smelling liquid splash against him. He felt it cover his face and looked down to see his clothes soaked through with... blood.

There was no more Y/N, nor leper. That dreadful fucking clown was standing there, Y/N’s blood dripping from its open mouth, covering its yellowed, grinning teeth.

It held out a balloon, which drifted towards Eddie painfully slowly. As it drew closer he made out Y/N’s face, distorted in pain and fear and covered in tears. The balloon spun around, and on the other side, in Y/N’s all-too-familiar handwriting, it read, “I’ll see you in Hell, Eddie Kaspbrak.”

He opened his eyes so wide that he swore his eyes could’ve rolled out of their sockets. In a panic, he felt around, realizing he was in his bed, in his room. A picture of himself and Y/N hung on the wall in front of him, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

“Fuck- Y/N- fuck!” he threw his blankets off and ran into the bathroom as fast as he could, heaving into the toilet, then leaning back, panting. It was just a dream, right? It had to be. They had sent that fucking clown back to the hell in which it came from, and according to Ben it wouldn’t be back for 27 more years. Ben was smart, he knew what he was talking about.

“It was just a nightmare, Eddie,” he told himself, “just a nightmare.”

He rose from the floor and flushed the toilet. He stared at himself in the mirror as he began rinsing his mouth out and splashing water onto his face.

“I have to go check on her,” he whispered to his reflection, “I have to make sure...”

Eddie threw on a coat, as Derry nights in October were a certain case of a cold or pneumonia or the measles or...

“No, damn it, you dont get leprosy from being out in the cold,” Eddie yelled, kicking his bedpost.

He grabbed a baseball bat from his closet, you know, just in case, and tip-toed through the house to the front door, though it wasn’t really necessary. A train could tear down their street and his mother would still be asleep.

The walk to Y/N’s house wasn’t very long, thankfully, and he crept into her backyard, praying her neighbors were sleeping so they wouldn’t ask questions.

He gathered some small pebbles that he’d found along the way, and gently tossed them at her window. The back of his mind expected to see the leper, or the clown, come to the window and greet him, but of course, that didn’t happen.

Y/N appeared at the window, looking disheveled and confused, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted, as she stared down at him. Once she realized who it was, she looked no less confused, but she opened the window.

“Eddie? What the hell?” she called, keeping her voice low.

“Are you alive?” he whisper-yelled back, realizing almost immediately how stupid he sounded.

“Uh, yeah, I think so. Why the hell are you at my house at 3 in the morning, Eddie? Jesus! This better be good.”

Y/N slipped out of the window and crawled her way down the roof of the lower half of her house, then somehow managed to gracefully jumped down.

She walked across the grass to him, wearing ridiculous fuzzy yellow slippers to keep her feet from the cold ground. “Come sit on the veranda with me, Eddie, and explain why you woke me up.”

Eddie hesitated, but followed her to their back lawn’s veranda, where they sat on a wicker couch. He knew he would sound ridiculous and she’d probably make fun of him, but his concern for her was too much for him to really care.

“I had a really vivid nightmare, where we were back in the well, and the leper, or the clown- whatever the hell it is- it had you, and it was eating you alive and there was nothing I could do to save you,” he said, unintentionally working himself up again as the dream came back to him, “And I tried but I just couldn’t go anywhere and you were screaming, asking me to help. And then your face got all angry and twisted up and you told me you hated me and that I was a coward, and that you were going to come back and drag me down to Hell.”

Without realizing it, Eddie had brought himself to tears, and he looked up, expecting a sneer to be on Y/N’s face due to his outrageousness.

There was no sneer though, no laughter. Her face was riddled with worry and concern.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I have nightmares about being back there sometimes too, but it’s not real- for real this time,” she said, gripping his hand, “I’d never say things like that to you either! You were so brave down there- you’re always so brave.”

She entangled their fingers and squeezed his hand, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m here, Eddie. I’m real and I’m here and alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not,” Eddie said, snatching his hand from hers and turning to embrace her as tightly as he could. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She hugged him back, brushing her fingers through his hair.

“A-and by the way,” he said, quietly, “I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“I do know that, Eddie,” she said, smiling into his shoulder. “I know it like I know my own name. And I’ll never let anything happen to you, either.”

#eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak imagine #it 2017 imagine #the losers club x reader #richie tozier x reader #stan uris x reader #bill denbrough x reader #mike hanlon x reader

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empiregalaxy · 7 years

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Been thinking alot about how fandom really focuses on Sansa and ‘lying’. To me, it is very overstated and overfocused considering Sansa never lies with malicious intent to hurt people. Sure, how she shapes and interprets reality in A Game Of Thrones especially with the Trident Incident is important (where she falsely recalls Mycah hitting Joffrey) is important, but it’s not the be end all of the character. How Sansa grows and changes is also vital. Here, I’ll try to make clear that lying is not one of Sansa’s ‘flaws’, she is human and is not perfect but holding her lies against her doesn’t really work.

I don’t mind discussion about how lying impacts on Sansa, and the role in plays within her story- my problem is when people use that as a reason to be against her character.

If anything, Sansa is someone who wants “the truth” out, and for everyone to know what is going on. Like her sister, Arya (who also campaigns for the truth) Sansa does call out liars.

Sansa felt as though her heart had lodged in her throat. The Queen of Thorns was so close she could smell the old woman's sour breath. Her gaunt thin fingers were pinching her wrist. To her other side, Margaery was listening as well. A shiver went through her. "A monster," she whispered, so tremulously she could scarcely hear her own voice. "Joffrey is a monster. He lied about the butcher's boy and made Father kill my wolf. When I displease him, he has the Kingsguard beat me. He's evil and cruel, my lady, it's so. And the queen as well." (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter Six)

As well as

His words made Tyrion feel absurdly grateful, and helped to mollify him as Galyeon sang endless verses about the valor of the boy king and his mother, the golden queen. "She never did that," Sansa blurted out suddenly. (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter Sixty)

And

Sansa pulled away from his touch. "You said I must wear the hair net. The silver net with . . . what sort of stones are those?" "Amethysts. Black amethysts from Asshai, my lady." "They're no amethysts. Are they? Are they? You lied." "Black amethysts," he swore. "There was magic in them." "There was murder in them!" (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter Sixty-One)

And it’s also clear that lying makes her wildly uncomfortable

"Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?" (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter Sixty-One)

And the concept of lying is relatively new to her

A light rain was falling on the remains of the feast, but the air smelled fresh and clean. The memory of her own wedding night with Tyrion was much with her. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers, he had said. I could be good to you. But that was only another Lannister lie. A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here, and every one better than you. (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter 68)

So Sansa’s arc, alot of it is about detecting lies and seeing through them. To be frank, she has no choice but to lie and be Alayne. Not doing so would mean a fate at Cersei’s hands. Lying is a theme in her arc, but what I struggle with is when people interpret that to mean Sansa is a vindictive liar. Her ‘lies’ that are deemed unforgivable by many readers include:

The Trident incident

Her constant adoration of Joffrey and Cersei

Framing Marillion

The thing about Sansa, especially circa A Game Of Thrones is that she has strong ideas about how things should be, or how things could be that she often forgets how things actually are. That makes her rather idealistic and not fully understanding of the ramifications. If her ‘lies’ are going to be brought up, so should her age. She’s 11 and still maturing.

As when we reach A Feast For Crows- Sansa is pretty much forced to lie for her own survival, and is manipulated by Petyr Baelish. And, she struggles with it.

"All you need do is tell Lord Nestor the same tale that you told Lord Robert," Petyr went on. Robert is only a sick little boy, she thought, Lord Nestor is a man grown, stern and suspicious. Robert was not strong and had to be protected, even from the truth. "Some lies are love," Petyr had assured her. She reminded him of that. "When we lied to Lord Robert, that was just to spare him," she said. (A Feast For Crows, Chapter 10)

To certain characters, she is a ‘liar’ and that includes

Arya

"I don't know," she said tearfully, looking as though she wanted to bolt. "I don't remember. Everything happened so fast, I didn't see . . . " "You rotten!" Arya shrieked. She flew at her sister like an arrow, knocking Sansa down to the ground, pummeling her. "Liar, liar, liar, liar." (A Game Of Thrones, Chapter 16)

Lysa

Sansa took a step backward. "That's not true." "Where are you going? Are you afraid? Such wanton behavior must be punished, but I will not be hard on you. We keep a whipping boy for Robert, as is the custom in the Free Cities. His health is too delicate for him to bear the rod himself. I shall find some common girl to take your whipping, but first you must own up to what you've done. I cannot abide a liar, Alayne." (A Storm Of Swords, Chapter 80)

So, as she is called in text a liar it is kind of understandable. But in the instance of Lysa- she is not lying. Petyr kissed her, not the other way round (what Lysa is saying is incredibly gross and victim blaming). I really don’t want to get into the Trident incident (because that never ends well in fandom discussion) but it should be clear that she was pretty much forced to testify and she didn’t want to be there. She was put in a difficult position. I’m not saying Sansa did the right thing, I’m just saying being compassionate to an eleven year old is not a bad thing.

Most of Sansa’s ‘lies’ can be understood as the following:

trying to survive

trying to cope

trying to get out of a situation

None of those things are malicious. Do they impact on Sansa’s mental wellbeing? Certainly. But her moral standing? Not really.

How Sansa reacts to lies is interesting.

He is serving me lies as well, Sansa realized. They were comforting lies, though, and she thought them kindly meant. A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them . . . (A Feast For Crows, Chapter 10)

This quote is not about how Sansa herself lies, but how people lie to Sansa. If anything, this quote reads about how someone who has been abused survives. The ‘liars’ in Sansa’s life- Petyr, Cersei, Joffrey have caused alot of harm to her. Sansa, for the most part is someone who has been lied to, not the inital liar. It would be nice if fandom focused on the people who put her in situations where she has to lie than shaming how Sansa chooses to survive.

So what is Sansa’s flaw when she administrates a higher dose of sweetsleep to Robert Arryn, and later comments

He does have pretty hair. If the gods are good and he lives long enough to wed, his wife will admire his hair, surely. That much she will love about him. (The Winds Of Winter, Alayne Sample Chapter)

Well, my conclusion is that Sansa struggles with ramifications. That she can dismiss things. But this is the type of flaw that is completely human- after all, she can learn from it. She is not aware of the reality of what she is doing, because this is kind of new for her. Lying, to me has never been Sansa’s problem. I don’t even think Sansa has a ‘problem’ to speak of, but a flaw that can easily be exaggerated.

I also think fandom confuses basic flattery (the compliments Sansa gives to say, Loras) with malicious fraud and lying. They are seperate.

The Winds Of Winter sample chapter is interesting, because she is actively seeing who is a liar and who isn’t.

Say something, she urged herself. You will never make Ser Harry love you if you dont have the courage to talk him. Should she tell him what a good dancer he was? No, hes probably heard that a dozen times tonight. Besides, Petyr said that I should not seem eager. Instead she said, “I have heard that you are about to be a father.” It was not something most girls would say to their almost-betrothed, but she wanted to see if Ser Harrold would lie.

“For the second time. My daughter Alys is two years old.”

Your bastard daughter Alys, Alayne thought, but what she said was, That one had a different mother, though.

Sansa’s arc does not read as someone who is a liar, but become more aware of liars and their impact on society. Yes, Sansa has lied, but so has countless of characters in ASOIAF. To quote Sandor Clegane ‘we’re all liars here’. What matters is why you are lying. If, like Cersei you are lying to hurt people- then there is a problem. If you are lying to gain money, then there is a problem. If you are lying for survival like Sansa is- you deserve compassion and understanding, not scorn.

So what would I call Sansa? Secretive. For a damn good reason, but she internalizes things strongly. I hope to discuss that in a future meta, I just feel as if that’s a better word to describe her than ‘liar’.

In conclusion, lies plays a role in Sansa’s arc. But calling her a ‘fraud’ with a ‘history of lying’ doesn’t do any favours and misreads the ‘why’ Sansa does what she does. She is someone who has been hurt by lies, is forced to live a lie. She inquires, asks questions- which suggests someone who wants the truth. And that makes her the opposite of malice.

#asoiaf meta #ramblings #sansa stark

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YULALA: -She's out and about today and was actually gravitating towards a local spot that's been getting a lot of attention lately from those in her "friend circle" (although in reality not very many people are still actually in her friend circle). Her many trappings and jewelry jangle as she walks. She's got her ears buds in, and seems to walk slightly strangely or off kilter as she sways to the beat of whatever she's listening too, and even hums.-

MAVRIK: -Mavrik was in agony. He had kept himself hidden in shadowy corners of this space station, hiding among trash bags and dumpsters, until his nose and the cuts on his face from the broken glass smashed over his head had stopped bleeding their weird rainbow of colors. Now it was all mostly dirty looking scabs, asides from the cracks in his horn which were still oozing. Oh well, it was close enough to the base that maybe no one would notice...-

MAVRIK: -His bruised and battered rib cage made it hard to breathe, and the headache and waves of dizziness caused by his horn fracture wasnt helping to improve his thinking ability. Which was bad, because he needed to figure out a way off this damn station and to get back to lauctis without drawing any attention to himself. And currently using one hand to cover up his exposed glowing eye and looking beat to hell and back was not the best way to go about being inconspicuous.-

MAVRIK: -He was behind some other restaurant, leaning against the wall and just taking deep breaths to try and tune out the throbbing in his skull when he smells it. A weird, familiar musk that he only knows in the deepest part of his cognitive memory. There is a instinctual tug in his stomach, and Mavrik knows what it is hes detecting before his brain can even muster the sheer near impossible odds that there is another mimic here.-

MAVRIK: -Either way though he isn't wasting too much time trying to sort out just how or why another member of his species is here. He needs help, and he can only hope that whoever it is they are willing to give it...-

-As Yulala continues walking she might feel like something is following her, perhaps she might even smell him too. But after a few minutes of tracking her down, and confirming with his nose what she is, Mavrik will grab Yulala by the wrist and forcefully yank her out of view of the public eye and into a corridor where he promptly covers her mouth with a hand and speaks into her ear through gritted teeth.-

MAVRIK: (Dont scream, please dont scream, I need help Im alone and need to get out of here, please help me.)

YULALA: -Music may be a relief to her, but apart of the reason she likes it so much is that it swallows all her sensory information and directs it to one place. She has minimal hope of noticing him before the assailant snatches her. For the first few seconds, all she can think about is how terrified and horrified she is. Nothing like this has ever happened to her, and she never imagined she'd be caught so off guard when it did. However, he might be surprised by how strong she is, when she lashes against him like a viper, threatening to knock him back into the wall of the alley and tear herself out of his grip. Not screaming, but a shrieky animalisitc snarl that he ought to be familiar with.-

YULALA: Get aaaaaawaaaaay from me!

MAVRIK: -When she sharply moves to throw him off her Mavrik chokes on the wince he makes from her knocking into his battered body. He lets go of her wrist in favor of wrapping both his arms around his sides and leaning forward as he tries to outlast the sharp radiating pain.- (Fuck!!)

MAVRIK: Pl-Please Im not trying to do anything, I need your help someone attacked me and I think they know we need to get out of here! -He hisses and then looks up at her pleadingly, both eyes open, one seemingly troll like with an indigo iris, and the other bare and neon. A look Yulala might find very familiar.-

YULALA: -Yulala could smell the blood the whole time....Among other confusing...(and exciting?) scents and colors coming off him in waves. It's making both her eyes and nose very confused. She hisses again, but it's slower, like she's thinking it over for a second, although she's still bolt straight and clearly about to attack him again to make her escape. But then she gets a good look at him, and sees the ugly hurt aura of colors that's radiating from his wounds, and that cools her hostility into instantaneous pity. She's not stupid though, she's still guarded. And angry.-

YULALA: Why did you pull me aaawaaaaay like that? It reaaallly scaaaarred me!!

YULALA: ...but you cleaaarly need aaaa hospital....I could caaalll you a caaab? Is thaat what you need?

YULALA: You....-She does notice his neon eye. It stuns her. She's never seen another eye that looked like hers before, except...In a mirror.-

MAVRIK: NO! -He hisses again, but then regrets it and tries to be as seemingly non-aggressive as possible through his body language.- No hospitals!! Are you crazy???

MAVRIK: And I pulled you in here so no one would see us! I can't believe you are walking around like that, look at your eyes what are you thinking!?? -He wheezes and points a finger at her face.- Sunglasses or contacts or something you cant go bare eyed thats so fucking dangerous! I know most of the worlds and stations near here are musclebeast shit backwards without culling laws but for fucks sake...

YULALA: -At first she's confused....and then incredibly offended....and then confused some more.- Aaa.....Aaare you from aaaa plaaaanet with culling laaaws? -She clumsily lets her voice fall into a not-as-agressive tone, a little startled by all these sudden developments.-

YULALA: I...I know you might be scaaaared, but it's saaaaaafe, I promise. My faaamily haaas lived here for aaaaaaaa long time aaaand most of them are offspec.

YULALA: I could...go with you...If you're reaaaaaallly aaaafraaaaid! -She doesn't really want to, despite the offer. Something about him just....unnerves her. His sudden presence in her life is scary and she wants him gone as fast as possible. But she can't abandon a hurt, confused person.-

MAVRIK: -Yes, pity him he is indeed hurt and confused. But mostly confused at her. Mavrik looks at her like Yulala has two heads.- Wh-?? Yes! I came from a damn planet with culling laws, the odds of existing on one of those flimsy "Beforean" minded hell holes is so rare they keep too close of a track on their caverns. -Or so hes been told.-

MAVRIK: I'm from a colony world controlled by Alternian government, or I was. I had to defect to lauctis which is where I'm trying to get to but at this point I'm willing to go anywhere, seriously ANYWHERE.

MAVRIK: -He reaches out and takes her arm again.- But you said your family right?? "Family??" There are more? Please take me to them, take me with you I promise I'm no threat rogue, I lost my group sweeps ago I've been on my own since I just want to meet them, to see others like us again!!!(edited)

YULALA: -None of the trains of thought her racing mind was pursuing seem to be related in any way to this strange troll's babbling. She feels herself kind of withdrawing inward as he talks, noticing the way the splatter of his blood shines. Just like hers. She backs off from him more although the alleyway is cramped and there's not much space to work with. She's just overhwelmed with way he's assaulting her sights and senses. For instance the prisma of his aura of misery and loathing is so bright in comparison to other people she's met that it almost burns to be too close to it. And he can see her fear rising, probably assume that at any moment she wants to bolt without replying to any of his increasingly alarming statements.-

YULALA: ...

MAVRIK: -He can see her fear, plain as day, even if it comes muddled through the one contact lens. Shit he didnt want to scare her off, but why was she even so frightened?? He was like her! He was one of them! Even with his confusion though Mavrik lets her back up again and holds his hands out in front of himself fingers splayed in a peaceful gesture, and he tries to appear as non threatening as he can despite his heart thudding in his chest and all his senses going crazy.- Please, please just...

MAVRIK: Just get me to lauctis. Thats all I need, and I can explain myself more but we cant stay here. Neither of us.

YULALA: -There's a tense silence....and then she speaks up again.- Whaaaats the point of getting aaaanywhere if your injuries get infected aaaand you die? You don't trust the hospitaaal on Laaauctis either, I guess?

YULALA: You're confused. Aaabout aaa lot. I don't know whaaat you think we haaave in common, but we don't.

MAVRIK: No! I have medical supplies I can't treat myself there- Wh-??? -He frowns at her. He's the confused one?? She's the one trying to get him to go to a hospital where he could easily be exposed and found out! It's like she doesn't even know the first rules of mimic survival!-

MAVRIK: -Then his frown turns more squinty, like he's inspecting her. And then again Mavrik is suddenly invading her personal space again, taking hold of her arms and sniffing at her collar bone, her shoulder.- Holy shit I thought I was seeing things because of a concussion but it's not here. You don't have it. -There is a sudden twisting in his gut, and the strong urge to correct her lack of internal parasite.-

MAVRIK: -Lets go of her wrists and jumps back.- What are you??

YULALA: -It's safe to say that everything he's said thus far has her taken aback, but he doesn't need to see her aura to know how it makes her feel, her eyes squint with surprised hurt as though he slapped her. Its not the first time she's heard those words. All she can do is give him a flabbergasted blurt back.-...No. What aaarre you?

YULALA: -She fiercely yanks herself away from him again.- Stop it! I didn't saaay you could touch me!

MAVRIK: I'm like you! If you need to put a word to it trolls have called us "mihmiks" for centuries. -Says the name with so much distaste and malice it might as well be acid on his tongue.-

MAVRIK: You are parasite free something is wrong with you, where is the rest of your group?? Where are their parasites?

YULALA: Mihmiks. -Her stomach is twisting around inside her painfully. She doesn't understand all of what he's saying- still- but somehow...she knows what he's saying is true. And it's the worst thing that's happened to her....So far. There's another layer on top of the colors both she and Mavrik can see- an even fainter and more subtle aura of intuition that's for her alone. This person is going to set off an unavoidable chain of events....It's hard not to get lost in that train of thought- it's already trying to unfocus her from the situation and yank her away from reality.-

YULALA: I don't know whaaat you mean by paraaasites....I don't know why you'd waaant to ....haaaave paraaaasites. I waaaas raised by my daaad. An indigoblood! On a ship. With lots of other offspec trolls.

MAVRIK: -Stares at Yulala like shes gone and grown a third head. Seriously this lady keeps getting stranger and stranger.- .... The lack of parasite is no longer the strangest thing, you were raised by trolls???

MAVRIK: The murderous species that would literally rather have you, me and everyone else like us dead raised you???

MAVRIK: -He cant even compute that.-

MAVRIK: Did they not know what you are!? Well I guess obviously so because why would a troll keep someone that feeds off their kind alive it doesnt make sense!

YULALA: You- we- You're saying Mihmiks feed on trolls? -HORRIFIED.-

YULALA: Ugh! I caaaan't deaaal with aaalll this. I don't waaannna deaaaal with aaaaaaall this!

YULALA: Look, just put a hoodie on, sneak onto a traaansportaaaalizer paaad. I don't caaaare where aaas long aaas it's faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar aaaway from me! -

YULALA: -With that she turns and starts to run.-

MAVRIK: Not really trolls themselves, its an option if you can manage it but mostly its the eggs and grubs. You havent lived until you-- WAIT STOP!! -He tries to sprint forward after her but before he even reaches the end of the ally way he has to stop, he cant run, he cant keep up. Mavrik just places a hand against the wall to support his weight and pathetically wheezes...-

MAVRIK: -She can run while she can, this wont be the last time they will see each other...-

#in which mihmiks: part one #mavrik #yulala odatyl #ip log #parasite plot

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EP 16: "Bitterness Breeds Bitterness" - Pat

JAKE’S EXIT INTERVIEW

Well, that was definitely some kind of something, huh?

The bitter 'I got outplayed so I'l just gonna spill everything’ speech is a hallowed tradition of Tumblr Survivor that’s been around for as long as I can remember. It’s gotten to the point where you almost NEED to gameplan for it. Personally, I’m thoroughly /*shocked*/ that it came from Jakey, who has already taken the personal attack route with me and others, and who enjoyed Naonka enough as a character to use her as an icon.

Anyway, I’m not upset by it half as much as some are. I think I’m pretty well-documented as being someone who never puts any stock in those speeches because, in my eyes, they’re not part of the game. And they can be so easily manipulated to serve others’ purposes. So I’d be a pretty big hypocrite to lend this one much stock, either. But I feel like there are a few things I do have to straighten out from that speech, in no specific order.

1. Wes isn’t “wiping my ass.” He’s the one who’s been taking me to account, probably more than anybody else in the game. Wes and I both have the same end goal, but our means of going about it are very different. I daresay I’d have an easier time of it without him acting as the voice of reason and dissent. Just because I was willing to take a risk to keep him safe doesn’t mean he’s a lackey. Far from it. Sorry you didn’t have any allies who cared enough to stick their necks out for you this round, Jake.

2. Kait isn’t “letting her game be run by a man.” Congratulations, you deduced that Kait and I have a strong partnership. But that’s the key word that you seem to be missing: PARTNER. Kait and I have discussed every decision we’ve made together. As a unit. I’m not telling her what to do, she’s not telling me what to do. If anything, this vote was exceptionally difficult because for the first time so far this game, our interests didn’t align. I think it says a lot about a strong partnership when both parties are willing to take risks to help each other out. Sorry your only strong ally wasn’t able to prevent voting you out this round, but that’s so far from anyone else’s problem but yours that it’s laughable. If your social game were stronger, you wouldn’t have had this issue.

3. Yes, I’ll fully admit to putting my game between Kait and Lydia. You got that part right, and that won’t be an easy decision when they do definitively split. But until they do… it’s gotten me farther than your strategy of putting your game between a rock and a hard place.

4. If I were running things, or if everyone were doing what I said, you’d have been out of this game four rounds ago. Slow your fucking roll.

And that’s the last bit of electronic ink I’ll be spilling on that.

Next order of business: reassure Jimmy and Jenn. I know the latter isn’t too pleased with me, and I need to rectify that whether she decides to come for me or not. I think I underestimated how emotionally some people are choosing to play this game and, for my money, no winner title is worth causing permanent damage to any friendship. I think it’s pretty telling that the game in which I got furthest is also a game with one of the tightest casts in the community. Moves were made because they were necessary, but not with malice or anger. Whereas you look at a season like, say, Sri Lanka… I don’t think they’re all that close, and that’s WITH the advantage of having tight duos prior to the game. Why aren’t they tight? The game got too needlessly contentious.

Anyway, I digress. My point is that bitterness breeds bitterness. I’m not about that life, and I hope I’m sitting in the final three so I can treat Jakey with kindness in a way that I don’t recall him treating anyone.

honestly thank god for the “day off” because i feel like just about all of us were at our wits end last night and especially with the ugly shit jake said when he left, i could definitely use a day to just relax a bit and search for this jewel thing when i have time.

i didn’t make a confessional leading up to that vote last night because i was too busy like focusing on the task at hand, which ended up getting away from me anyways because people just can’t keep their shit together.

Plan A was to vote MJ under the guise that we were all voting Jake end of story done. i don’t think it necessarily would’ve gone off without a hitch but i think we had the opportunity to do it and it got squandered because mj was telling jake he was gonna use his vote reveal on jenn, then telling lydia he was gonna use it on me. meanwhile i’m sitting here like why in the world is he telling all of this shit to lydia???? she really trying to replicate her animal crossing game and sit her ass in the middle of everyone again and lemme tell you i’m not about to let that happen again. i want to be in that position and i want people to be too afraid to do anything about it etc.

some highlights from yesterday - lying to mj’s face on call then turning around the entire conversation and watchign alyssa edwards videos on youtube, telling jake on call that i want to save him and don’t want him to leave (all true), but my hands are tied esp knowing that there was a plot to get me out last round started by mj (which was then confirmed by not only him, but jack later on after lydia and pat both told me), jack calling me immediately after and me accidentally telling him that wes is after the maslaysia fam so then jack IMMEDIATELY jumps into making this big ass convoluted plan to vote wes out this round which completely messes up ALL OF THE PLANS THAT WE HAD MADE, then he calls the COMPLETE maslaysia chat and then we’re sitting there talking in the jimmy’s angels chat like ………….what are we supposed to say there’s no way we’re voting wes. anyway i told pat about this and literally told him not to leak, which then of course he leaks immediately to wes and lydia so thats cool i love a good trusting partnership. we got it shut down p quickly and just told jack we wanted to still vote jake. sdgklsd idk I DONT KNOW

this happened later last night

[2/9/2017 8:00:02 PM] mj ultra . _/: Also, on a more serious note: I’m gonna be watching IASIP for the rest of the night and just kinda of, take a step back and reset my mind.

I know we weren’t in the same page, at all, this round. Mostly my fault. Hopefully you give me the chance to talk things through tomorrow.

Thanks for not voting me out [2/9/2017 8:00:29 PM] kait ~~/: yeah i was gonna say i think we both need t just like [2/9/2017 8:00:33 PM] kait ~~/: sit back and talk things out tomorrow [2/9/2017 8:00:38 PM] kait ~~/: thanks for not voting me out either [2/9/2017 8:00:50 PM] mj ultra . _/: LSHSKDJDJ [2/9/2017 8:00:54 PM] mj ultra . _/: Why are we like this… [2/9/2017 8:00:56 PM] mj ultra . _/: LDJSKDHSJDHDJD [2/9/2017 8:01:01 PM] kait ~~/: ;) [2/9/2017 8:01:12 PM] mj ultra . _/: “Thanks for not voting me out!” “Thanks for not voting me out… either!” [2/9/2017 8:01:25 PM] mj ultra . _/: There will never be another MJ/Kait… know that.

tfw you both know damn well the other was trying to get each other out last round and both failed miserably so you still gotta pretend to be best friends!! jk he still my buddy regardless of waht happesnjkgd but still

Drunk Lydia is my favorite Lydia

I think this format of Touchy Subjects in this game is a shame. Because of the way answers have to be given, there’s a very real chance that we won’t be getting what people are really thinking. And strategy is nice, but when you can’t answer two names it’s going to be a crapshoot full of throwaway names winning rounds and someone fluking into a win.

That said, here’s what I REALLY think:

Which player has absolutely no idea what’s going on? Jimmy. Possibly by choice? He seems like the type who thrives on social game far more than strategic.

Who is always left out of plans until the last minute? Would’ve said Steffen until this round… and actually, still will. Would’ve said Jimmy took the crown this round but he wasn’t even filled in. Which was not great.

Who here is hands down the biggest threat to win? Oh god. This is anyone’s game. I think people are saying me, but are you really such a big threat if everyone knows it and everyone will be gunning to take you down?

Out of everyone left, who least fits the category of “all star”? Based on past placements, me by a country mile. Still amazed that I was cast, even as an alternate, let alone that I got so far.

Who is the rudest person in the game? Each person will have a different answer to this. Personally, I’ve seen such limited amounts of rudeness from anyone left. Just a lot of tension and frustration boiling over. MJ by default, I guess, for being the only person left in the game who was involved in that ugly Logan vote.

Which player did not live up to your expectations? Jenn, unfortunately. Love her to death but our strategic talk has been so limited.

Which player do the hosts like the least? After the bitching I’ve done about this challenge and my obnoxiously long confessionals, I’d say me.

Which player does the Viewing Lounge likes the most? The VL always loves an underdog. But who’s the underdog? Steffen? Any of Malaysia? I’m inclined to say MJ because he seems almost like a lone wolf at this point.

Even though we’re only at Final 9, who here has zero chance of winning the game? Nobody. We’re all here, we all have paths to the end and to win. Some paths are more fraught with complications than others.

Who is the most manipulative? Either me or Kait. I bet Lydia gets a few votes here, too.

Who does not deserve to be here? Nobody. If you’re able to make final 9 of an all-star game, you absolutely deserve to be here.

If you could not win the game, who would you most like to see win? Kait, Lydia, Wes. Any of those three and I’d be over the moon. A Steffen win would make me happy too.

Who do you sometimes confuse with a piece of cardboard because they are so bland and boring? Heh. Me. I’m already frequently called a saltine, so just take off the salt and I fit this.

Who will never wake up and play the game? Jimmy… because he’s asleep when a lot of things are going on. :P Nah. I think he’s playing the best way he knows how, but he’s either not about the strategy game or doesn’t know how to segue into it.

Who is most likely to have an idol? I’m thinking MJ, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Wes had something.

Who is your best friend in the game? Kait. Sorry, Lydia and Wes, she beat you out by a hair. Y'all are still some of my favourite people.

Who will never win an immunity challenge? JACK. No, probably me. With this track record of no flash games (i.e., my one strong suit) I’m typically competitive but not the best.

Out of everyone left, who is the biggest fan of Benjamin “Coach” Wade? Um duh. Coach for life. Only person in the entire community who could fight me on this is Ari.

Which player is the most likely to have recently watched a Scooby Doo marathon? Steffen or Lydia, I think. No particular reason beyond personality.

Which player is too honest for their own good? Me. It’s what caused this whole mess this round. I couldn’t lie to anyone. The leaking put everyone I’m close to in a state of panic, and I still regret it.

I love you Lydia!!!!!!!!

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I just enjoy this.

[2017-01-31 11:07:41 PM] Owen (Myanmar Host): gg jenn/jimmy/kait! [2017-02-07 10:14:03 PM] carson (tibet host): kait, jenn, jimmy? [2017-02-07 10:14:04 PM] carson (tibet host): good job [2017-02-09 10:43:02 PM] jakey: FUCK THE MALAY-CULT!!!!!!111 gg jenn jimmy kait

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[09:50:43 PM] kait ~~/: I've been sitting here freaking because Lydia is so calm [09:51:14 PM] mj ultra . _/: isn't acceptance the last stage of grief

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#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled

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