#i guess I just don't want to believe they'd throw away so much
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I don't buy it.
I mean, if Bernie legit flat out said " This is a retcon; we're throwing it all out," staring at the screen like Steve from the Office, then. . . obviously, okay he's saying it is.
But I just don't buy it, if it's all being based on what was in the teaser for S19.
In order for Seasons 15-18 to be Epsilon Simulations, that would imply Epsilon would need to know information he could not possibly have:
Knowledge of the AI Gods
Knowledge of Huggins
Knowledge of Dylan Andrews
Knowledge of Kaikaina's deepest regret/fear from her early childhood
Knowledge of Tucker's fear of being a shit leader
Knowledge of how the other Alien Temples actually work - not just their function but how they'd actually work on the planet
Knowledge of both sides of the war on Chorus and every single inhabitant's motivation, feelings, flaws, speech patterns
And so much fucking more between interpersonal thoughts, memories of people he's never touched, locations he'd never been to, etcetera.
Like, No. There's no fucking way you can run a simulation on data you DO NOT POSSESS. Or at least, not without it being very unbelievable.
Unless they're trying to just say all this shit was made up, which frankly would be such a dick move to do.
Not to mention, as someone else also pointed out, that Red Team finally got some awesome story beats and arcs for all their people. Finally got some movement on some much needed interpersonal developments.
Like, the way I took the teaser, it felt and sounded more like Church(Epsilon) was saying how he was going over the big fight we didn't get to see, and how he was trying to make sure everyone would live - and that THAT was what was causing him problems. Like there would have to be some kind of sacrifice somewhere, and the only way to keep everyone else alive was for himself to be that sacrifice...
AND then, on top of all that... Once he does, and the events we witness do come to pass, perhaps the change is that maybe there's a moment here and there that plays out just slightly differently or we see like, missing moments during 15-17... like Retconning to add in moments/tweek moments...instead of flat out trying to rewrite/rid all that development and emotional journeying we all did.
I dunno. I want to have faith and be hopeful for S19, but to just think that everything we got from 15-17 (not counting 18 atm since it's not full out and also very different) could be hand-waved?
I REALLY do not want S19 of Red vs Blue to do to it's series as a whole what Trollhunters: Attack of the Titans did to it's legacy.
#rvb#Red vs Blue#rooster teeth#i guess I just don't want to believe they'd throw away so much#character development for certain individuals and also certain dynamics#i mean come on#yes i am talking about some of the major ships#but also just in general we got some great moments of friendship and personal growth#YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE GONNA WIPE AWAY THAT ADORABLE LINE OF CABOOSE:#“Dead Friend Plus Love Equals Church”#And like... literally just all the other heart wrenching emotional moments?#“Maybe nobody cared about these people... so that's why they didn't come back.”#Laziest Bastard Learns Spanish due to going Crazy: More at 11#Guess we'll just have to wait and see
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𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄?
pairing: george weasley x slytherin!reader
word count: 5.2k words
content: no war au, non canon quidditch match, fluff, some angst, insecurities
a/n: this was super fun to write and my first long harry potter fic, hopefully you all enjoy it! hopefully george isn't too ooc in this. i might make a part two of this with smut but i'm not sure yet.
"did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?" spitting out your drink in shock you turn to look at your best friend and see him looking at you, swaying drunkenly. george has definitely had too much to drink tonight. before he can say anything else that you know he'll regret in the morning you cover his mouth with your hand. "honestly george, i leave you alone for an hour to talk to adrian and you get wasted and start sprouting nonsense. normally you're the one stopping me from doing stupid stuff, georgie," you giggle, vowing to make sure you don't get any drunker so you can get you both home safe.
you first met fred and george in potions in your 4th year and it was a rocky start, they didn't like slytherins and you didn't have the time and energy to waste on trying to get people to like you. however that all changed when in one class fred nearly messed up his wit-sharpening potion by putting gurdyroot in instead of ginger root, immediately you grabbed his wrist before he could put it in, straight away scolding yourself for doing such an idiot thing and dropping his hand. normally you wouldn't've minded if someone messed up their work, plus potions was your best class so it'd be less competition but sitting in front of george weasley and then right next to fred it was inevitable you took a liking to their antics, even if you never told them so or even spoke to them.
at the time fred was extremely suspicious, some girl who he'd never spoke to before stopping him from putting in an ingredient. before he could even question it you stated, "it's meant to be ginger root, you've got it wrong." you turned away from him and carried on with what you were previously doing, not wanting to see his reaction, you warned him and he'd do with that what he will. you expected him to not respond but you didn't expect utter silence from his workside. "you can believe me or not, i don't care. don't just do nothing though, snape's going to think you're up to something and it'll distract me when he comes over."
you started to get pissed off at weasley's lack of movement before you heard him not so quietly whisper to george, "oi, what's meant to be in this thing? gurdyroot?" you didn't hear what george said, you're not sure if it was because he was actually quieter or if you were slightly stunned and pleased with the fact he took some notice on what you said and didn't throw away what you said you said completely. in the corner of your eye you saw fred turn back around and almost sounded reluctant as he replied, "shit. urrr thanks.. i guess."
after that day you both took more interest in each other, only talking when having something that needed to be said but that was definitely an upgrade in your relationship. george took notice of this change but others didn't. by the end of your fourth year you talked in potions together all the time, with george joining in by leaning over to talk to you both, cheekily winking at you whenever he caught you looking at him, promptly leading to an eye roll from you and occasionally walking over to you under the guise of needing to get something where you were, leading to many detentions and you vowing to never speak to him again if he distracted you in crucial parts in class. everybody just thought george wanted to talk to fred but they were wrong.
you also listened to their prank ideas, giving impute when you can but mostly just fascinated by everything they were saying. you'd stealthily give them presents for christmas and their birthday and they'd always tease you about it but you'd always be able to tell they liked what you gave them. they also decided to bother you while you studied in the library. to this day you think about shock people must have had when fred and george said they were going to the library for the first time, madam pince probably thought she was going mad when she saw them.
it just turned into a secret, your friendship, you're not really sure how, you just knew that fred and george didn't want people to know about you. you wish you could have said the same but you had no interest in what others thought of you. you were very prideful of your house but you didn't care about your reputation, at those times you wish the twins felt the same. you would like to say it didn't bother you to keep quiet about how you're friends with them but it did, not all the time but sometimes it did get to you. you'd finally found amazing friends and they actually liked you for you and have interest in what you had to say, they were probably the closest friends you had and had ever had. you knew that you kept to yourself and you liked that fred and george somehow managed to get you to open up so being made to never speak to them in front of other people hurt sometimes. you sometimes wondered if you mattered that much in their lives.
that was answered to you after a quidditch match, slytherin against gryffindor. slytherin won by a landslide and for some reason the other team were off their game this time, whatever the reason it was a win to slytherin. you wished you could have cheered on fred and george, they are great beaters but you knew you couldn't have cheered for them, that's okay though because adrian was on the slytherin team and you two have always been close since first year. you were decked out in all green, cheering him on and the rest of the team, house spirit and all, scarf and socks matching, watching them play.
on your way back into the castle you see a small commotion and notice the green robes so you went over there to see an argument between some of the two teams. malfoy spewing rubbish like all ways. more and more people were starting to come over and you knew soon one of the professors would get there, you were not going to lose house points today, especially when you've just won the game and gained house points in return. "the only reason you're still on the slytherin team malfoy is because your father's paying flint's parents to keep you on the team." you heard potter say as you walked up towards them.
you reached your hand out to touch malfoy's shoulder pulling him back. "let's go malfoy, it's not worth it, we just won."
you froze as you heard potter talk to you, he'd never even looked at you before, now he's got it in for you. "who are you, anyway? just some other blood-purist? bet you're so proud of your house cheating." if you were more confident in that moment you would of spoken up, would've told him to shut it, that he knows nothing about you. but you realised everyone is looking at you, slytherins, gryffindors even hufflepuffs and ravenclaws and the twins are behind harry and oh god you felt sick. you tried your hardest to not look the twins in the eye or even in their direction at all. you thought that they're probably disgusted that they ever talked to you. you're nothing like what potter thought you were and everyone who knew you knew that but fred and george never did ask you questions about your beliefs, maybe afterwards they had doubts when potter said that.
you kept your head down and walked away, pushing against people, clearly trying not to cry. you just wanted to get out of there. you found out how much you mean to the twins when george see's your figure leaving, going back to the castle. without much thought about the situation he goes to correct harry, because there was no way in merlin he was going to let someone think that about you. fred beat him to it though, "she really is nothing like that harry." george pushes against everyone as he followed you, catching up with you quickly.
"don't worry about it, harry just doesn't know you."
you couldn't help it, it just came. you were overwhelmed with emotions and frustration you stop momentarily, spun to face him and shout, "that's the whole problem. he doesn't know me! leave me alone weasley, i never want to speak to you again." you walked off quickly, deciding you're done. it's over and you just want to sleep for the rest of the day.
george wasn't too fond of this idea and he catches up with you again. honestly he was slightly taken aback by your outburst, one second he saw you desperately try to stop malfoy from saying anything else due to not wanting to get into trouble and the next second harry made you run off while trying not to cry. he wished that you never saw the fight between them all, he hoped you didn't think ill of him. "please don't go, let's just go wait for fred somewhere, he's probably still fighting with malfoy."
"didn't you hear me weasley, i'm done. i'm not going to be your stupid secret. i don't want to be your bloody friend only when it suits you."
george never meant for you to think that you're a secret and he knew fred felt the same. "i'll fix this." you didn't answer but all you could think was 'no, not this time.'
you did however successfully help deescalate the argument. gryffindor's confusement with how the twins stood up for you left malfoy to throw a couple of snide comments without any reply from them, leading enough time for pansy to notice mcgonagall on her way over and warn all her house that they should leave, including a very worked up malfoy.
"what the bloody hell was that all about?" ron questions fred, everyone else turning to face him thinking exactly the same thing.
"well obviously malfoy was being a git like always."
"you know bloody well that's not what i mean."
"is she who you go see when you 'go to the library'?" ginny asks. "i mean seriously, it's not like i believe you both have suddenly started studying multiple times a week."
fred knew ginny's caught him out but he doesn't know what to say. how would they all react to finding out about you and what if you don't even want anyone in slytherin to figure out your friends with two gryffindors.
"we're friends." fred hears as he turns round to see george had come back. he didn't want for you to feel like a secret anymore. he wonders where you are and questions him. "she said she's going... actually i don't know where."
"is she okay?"
george pauses for a second, "we'll figure something out."
ginny was the only one who didn't have something to say about what they'd all just found out. she had a suspicion something was up, she just didn't know what, she really did not think that it would be something to do with a slytherin though. but everyone else definitely was not taking the news too well. not just a slytherin but someone opening being friendly with malfoy, at least in their eyes that's what it looked like.
every time you saw the twins after that you walked away, doing everything in your power to stay away from them. that did not work for long, as two days after the incident you had charms first period with george. mentally preparing yourself to see him and ignore him no matter what he said or how funny he is, you get out of bed, get ready and leave the common room.
as you left you get the fright of your life. "oh merlin, george! what are you doing lurking about?" your heart racing out due to the jump and still trying to be angry and scold him even though you missed him and fred incredibly so. you see him smirk as he tries not to laugh and you want so bad to wipe that smirk of his stupid face.
"i've come to carry your bag, you always complain that you have to carry to many books on tuesday so i've come to save you, i'm your knight in shining armour! we've got charms." before you can even retort and tell him to go away he's taken your bag and is walking off.
"hey give me my bag back!" he doesn't try to keep in his laugh this time as he then assures you that you'll have it in charms. "i need that bag now weasley, if you remember before class there's normally a little thing called breakfast."
"i did actually forget about that. let's go have some breakfast then." he carried on walking and didn't give you your bag back. you're walking in the halls together and you don't know how to react. not only are you angry at him but now you're confused because what the hell does he think he's doing and why did he suddenly care about you enough to be seen with you.
"stop thinking so much. you know me and fred really care about you and we'll make it up to you. we never wanted you to feel the way you have been feeling. godric i'll even drop a bag of dungbombs in mcgonagall's classroom because i know how much you secretly don't like her. even if you pretend you do, i see your face scrunch up in annoyance all the time when she talks."
you unsuccessfully tried to hide your smile, as you mumble about how you want your bag back and how you wasn't even thinking about that. george relaxes more as he see's you smile, there was always that insecurity that you'd never talk to him again after the quidditch match although fred was so sure you would and told him so and he's so fred was right glad.
right now though at this party fred's on his own this time with getting home. you're pretty sure he was talking to seamus finnigan and neville longbottom last time you saw him anyway so it's unlikely you'll see him again tonight if he's with all gryffindor alumni.
you've found it best to stay away from that lot anyway, as you've only properly met the twins family and harry, and you know they're probably very welcoming people now that they know who you are and the twins want you to properly meet them but you had a hard enough time meeting hermione granger for the first time, you don't want the hassle of going through that all again and even after all these years you know that she still doesn't like you, no matter how close you both are to the weasley family. you remember bursting out crying the first time they invited you to spend the holidays with them at the burrow when they found out you'd be staying at hogwarts that year for christmas.
now george has come to find you he hasn't left your side, not even by an inch, so close together you can feel each others body heat, squished on a small sofa together with your thighs touching. he tries to hold out to you and you're unsure about what he wants to do but lean into his touch anyway. "don't get your drink on my dress or i'll kill you weasley."
he grins and pulls you closer, you're now tucked under his chin, being able to feel his heartbeat. you're already hot from the summer heat and the dancing, but you welcome being so close to him, quickly getting used to the position.
'fred's normally the one who's touchier.' you didn't realise you said that out loud until george pulls you tighter to him, humming back to you.
you both sit together for a minute or two, listening to the party-goers and the music in the background. you could sit there all day with george, doing nothing in particular, just being next to him. just like at hogwarts when it was only you and him, fred's off somewhere else and you'd both sit under one of the oak trees in the shade away from everyone else and play with his hair absentmindedly, reading to him as he closes his eyes and listens. but as you go to sip your drink you hear george say, "i don't like how you and fred always touch each other." you stop moving and draw your hand back down without drinking. he really must have no filter when he's had too much to drink.
"what on earth are you talking about george? you make it sound like we're bloody all over each other. you know we don't have any kind of feelings for each other. plus does it really matter to you?"
you look to him and see his eyebrows furrowed and lips in a tight line. "you are all over each other though." he looks you in the eye while whispering. "and pucey, what's his deal, you know he was a shit quidditch player right?"
you get up to leave, george may be pissed drunk but right now he's pissing you off. you decide you'll cool off and come find him later on to take you both home. that is unless you see him making out in the corner with alicia spinnet. last time he got in a mood like this with you it was at a party in your last year at hogwarts. for some reason george just had so much to drink and started questioning why you spent the night dancing with fred and even started talking about how you went to the yule ball with flint. aware that you were both drunk you didn't want to argue you left to find fred. later when you came to find george after missing him and wanting to forget about the outburst, you saw him snogging alicia spinnet, his hands on her waist and her hands in his hair. just seeing it made you feel sick and overcome with feelings you don't want to confront as you left the party without saying bye to anyone, nearly forgetting the password for the common room as you stumble inside, wanting to forget about the entire night.
this won't be like last time though as before you can successfully make your escape george holds onto your wrist and drags you back down onto the sofa, nearly landing on his lap. with his other hand he tilts your head towards him, so you're face to face and eye level. too flustered and surprised, you don't move. you're so close to each other that you can can smell the firewhisky he's been drinking and the sandalwood shampoo he uses and his cinnamon scented body wash and cologne. you're so close you can count his freckles and you're trying desperately not too think about this. george is your best friend, george weasley is not someone who should distract you from your surroundings because all you can focus on is him.
"the only person who you should be all over is me. not pucey, not fred, not that twat flint that took you to the yule ball, not that bloody ravenclaw who kept eyeing you up in our 5th year, it's me, not them." your eyes widen as george talks softly to you. you're gazing into each others eyes and you don't think you've ever seen george look so nervous in his life. you think his eyes are beautiful, you've always thought that. like he told you he thinks yours are tonight, like how he told you how beautiful in general you are tonight. but right now it's different, he's being vulnerable and trusting you by letting you look, by letting you softly study his features in more detail than you've ever been able to in the past, it's an open invitation into his heart and soul, trying to convey to you how much you mean to him. his chocolate brown eyes are glazed over and you're unsure if it's due to him drinking or if it's because he's telling you how he feels and he's getting emotional. you see crinkles under his eyes from his countless hours of laughing and smiling and pulling pranks. how he's slowing blinking as if his eyelids feel heavy. you wonder what he can see in your eyes and during this moment you can't even begin to recall what your own eye colour is. the warmth of his eyes making you forget your own, you believe they're probably glassy due to what george confessed.
you licked your lips, suddenly finding them incredibly dry, "why?"
george slightly moves his head back further away from you, "why, what?" george didn't know what you would say but he didn't expect it to be a one word question that he's too drunk to wrap his head around to understand. he genuinely did not know where this night was going to go at the beginning but one thing lead to another and in george's eyes you started getting to touchy with someone and then all these words kept tumbling out that he thought he'd never say out loud.
"why you?" you turn your head away slightly, twidling with your fingers.
"thought it was pretty obvious after all i said love." your stomach flips at the name, "i'm mad about you." he looks at you with bated breath, waiting for your response.
"tell me you mean it." george hears your voice shake and as he leans closer to you to try and get you to look at him again he see's tears running down your face, uncontrollably. he's taken aback by seeing you cry and hates that he's the one who caused it, he's unsure of what he should do after but right now he can't help but to draw you into his arms, holding you against his side, placing a kiss on your head and stroking your back. he hears you sniffle and strokes your cheek, wiping away all the tears. "please.. please georgie. tell me you mean it."
"i-i mean it. i've never meant anything more in my life-," george starts to say but you cut him off.
"are you sure? your friends don't like me and what if alicia spinnet comes up to you and kisses you again or asks you out on a date." you whisper, still holding on tight to him. you're insecurities flowing through you.
"well firstly, i have no idea what my mates have to do with how i feel about or why it matters. and secondly..." he trails off as he then realises exactly what you said. george lifts a hand to your face and gently places under your chin tenderly, lifting your face up and facing him. "wait, are you jealous of alicia spinnet?" he studies your face, red eyes still watery and seeing you heat up and pout. he knew he got his answer and became more confident and self-assured. grinning from ear to ear, he says, "i didn't even know you saw that love. we only kissed once." you furrow your eyebrow causing george to chuckle and gently smooth out the wrinkles with his fingertips before kissing your forehead. "you seem bitter, love?" he teases.
you knows he's riling you up for a reaction but that doesn't stop the reaction. now he knows you might share feelings for him nothing will stop him from pressing your buttons in hopes that you'll get fired up and shout at him because he finds that you're so cute whenever that happens and you might even shout out your feelings and tell him how you feel. he might be able to get you to tell him how you feel about him or if it's only you being possessive of your friend after you've had a few drinks but he really hopes that isn't the case.
"weasley if you keep teasing i'm going to be mad at you," you huff. george hasn't stopped grinning though and you want so desperately to wipe that grin off his face, to have the upperhand but you've lost all capability of telling him you feel the same, you have since your fourth year and even now you worry that you aren't good enough, but you remember to before how he was looking at you and what he said about you and how pleased he looks right now and all of that worry goes away for awhile.
you lunge closer to him and close the already small gap between you two and kiss him, momentarily stunning george by your bold attention before he's smirking and kisses you harder, moving his hands so one is tracing patterns on your waist and the other delicately holding your jaw and cheek.
after kissing for so long it feels like your lips might just fall off, you reluctantly break apart, not realises how much you currently needed air until you could get some. "so you like me too, ay?"
you refuse to answer out of being shy and kiss him again, mainly to get him to stop speaking but there is one thing about george and that's after all these years he knows you like the back of his hand, so he doesn't kiss you back to watch you get frustrated, and boy did it frustrate you. you scowl as you look at him, "why'd you do that?"
george tucks some of your hair behind your ear, causing you to shiver at the action and george to smirk at your reaction. he whispers in your ear, "tell me you like me too, love." you want so desperately to hold onto him but he's moving away from you before you even get the chance to. he's looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to crack.
you soon crack, just as george knew you would. "bloody hell, george i am in love with you, alright! so kiss me now!"
"you..you what?" if you were more sober you would have instantly regretted saying that, however as soon as the words came out of your mouth you forgot what you confessed to entirely.
you grab hold of his shirt and pull him closer towards you again. "please, georgie, 'need you." that snaps him out of his thinking as he starts kissing you again, this time less soft as before. he's almost hungry now as he's holding onto you tight, and has started moving down your neck, placing kisses in his wake. you softly moan at the sensation before you're rudely interrupted by whistling.
"oi, get a room you two. it's bad enough to have seen you make heart eyes at each other for the last six years." you've never wanted a strangle fred more and it looks like george is sharing a similar sentiment, as he glares at him across the room.
"lets get out of here sweetheart before i punch him in the face." you giggle and stand up.
"that's awfully violent of you george, i'm meant to be the one that gives threats." you've started to sober up a bit now but lean against him anyway, wanting an excuse to be close.
" 'fraid i've always seen through that. you're not very scary love, i mean you scream every time you see a spider. if i trapped you and dear little ronnikins in a room with a spider, just imagine the chaos." he chuckles as he looks at you fondly and holds your hand while pulling you tighter to him, he sees through your guise of needing help to stand and keep steady but that doesn't stop him from holding on to you, any reason or excuse to hold you and touch you he's going to take it, especially now you're both sobering up.
george steers you through all of the people as you're making your way to the door. "wait georgie, do you need to say bye to everyone?" you stop in your tracks and pull in your hand back a bit.
"nah, doesn't matter." you softly smile and hold tighter onto his hand. you hum and follow him out the door.
as soon as you're out the door you're hit with the winter cold. " 'm cold," you grumbled as george was already taking his jacket off.
"here, love," he replied as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, giving you extra warmth. "if i knew it was going to be this cold i'd have brought a scarf." he wraps you up in his arms, slinging his arm around you and sharing body heat, making in difficult to move quickly but appreciating the warmth.
"don't know why we couldn't apparate out of there, bloody annoying if you ask me." you complain.
he laughs as you make a fuss. "there were muggles there."
"what the bloody hell were muggles doing there?"
"careful, love, you're starting to sound like malfoy," he responds playfully, causing you to lightly hit his shoulder and pout.
"you know what i mean. how does he know muggles?"
"dunno honestly, but on the brightside i get to walk home with a pretty girl." you pinch his arm softly to silently tell him to quit it, getting a laugh out of him.
"there's no 'brightside', it's night. plus i'm just pretty?" you feel the need to tease him like he's been teasing you as george always wins in this kind of thing, never failing to make you shy and flustered.
"oh no, not just pretty. the most beautiful person in the world." he tells you without missing a beat. in response you kiss george's cheek, pleased and feeling fuzzy at what he said and you both walk together in comfortable silence.
"so you're in love with me," he remarked. you can hear his grin. the cogs turn in your brain as you remember what you told him.
you keep your head forward even though you want to turn away, and silently thank how you're still slightly tipsy, giving you the courage you need to not deny your deeper feelings. "shut up weasley."
george spins you to face him, your skirt flowing with the movement, the skirt that you definitely should not have worn tonight no matter how long it is. pressing your foreheads together he whispers, "i love you too. now lets get home before i freeze my bloody bullocks off."
you burst out laugh and bury your face in his neck, this time making him shiver at the touching contact. you don't think you've ever felt happier than right now, as the man you love loves you too.
you carry on your walk and swing your hands intertwined with his. "does that make me your girlfriend georgie?"
"merlin! it better be, six years is a long enough wait."
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I would love to ask if you'd be so kind to write the brothers (or just the older brothers) who had found out you were crying earlier and how they'd comfort you. Thank you so much ^^
COMFORTING YOU
﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : the older brothers (lucifer, mammon, and leviathan).
﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : how they would comfort you after finding out you were crying earlier that day.
﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings : 2nd person pov. gn! reader. hurt/comfort.
LUCIFER
Lucifer is likely to spring into action the quickest. He's brewing the most calming tea, wrapping you in the warmest of blankets, etc.
He wants to prevent tears from falling from your eyes again, so he'll do his best to meet all your needs— whether that be a listening ear or just a comforting presence.
Swift, rapid knocks rapped against your door. Picking yourself up, you trudge to the door and peek it open just enough to see who was there— Lucifer. He looks upset, glaring at you before his expression quickly shifts to a softer one. He pushes the door further open, grabbing your chin and examining your face.
"Were you crying?" He asks, analytical eyes making you feel a rush of embarrassment. You swat his hand away and huff, looking off to the side.
"Why do you care?" Lucifer blinks at your words, before furrowing his brow.
"I care about you quite a lot, believe it or not." He states matter-of-factly, eyeing you. "Stay here." You mutter an 'i-was-planning-on-it' that irks him, but he doesn't speak on it. He knows your attitude is likely do to whatever had made you cry, so he'll let it pass for now. Instead, he leaves to go do what he needs to.
And it isn't until several minutes later when Lucifer returns that you understand his commands. Holding a tray of tea in one hand and a large (fresh out of the dryer) blanket in the other. "Well? Are you going to let me in, or am I to stand here all night?"
"Oh, right," You move out of the way and watch as he sets the tray down on the table, before he turns to you and wraps the blanket around you. "What is this?" You chuckle, sniffling a bit as you pull the blanket tighter around you.
"Is it not obvious? I'm trying to console you. I know it's been a while since I've had to comfort someone, but-" He's cut off by you hugging him. Hands hovering in the air, he slowly relaxes enough to hug you back. A smile forms on his lips. "Would you like to talk about what happened?" He whispers, noticing how you tense for a moment before relaxing again.
"Can we just... stay like this for a little while longer?" You ask, pulling away to meet Lucifer's warm gaze. He offers a reassuring nod.
"Of course, we can stay like this for as long as you need." He mutters, cupping your cheek and running a thumb across your cheek before you fall back into him, Lucifer holding you close. He'd do anything to make sure you don't cry again.
MAMMON
Whilst at first Mammon will panicked at learning you were crying and upset earlier, he definitely is also quick to make sure you feel better! He'll try to crack jokes and make a fool of himself just to see you smile.
If that doesn't work? Get up, and get ready! Mammon is taking you out and spoiling you until he finally sees that smile he loves so dearly!
"Guess what I got back~" Mammon chirps as he throws open the door to your room, waltzing in. "That's right, my precious Goldie! Don't ask what I had ta do to get 'er back," He says, pressing a kiss to the card, before noticing how silent you are.
"Oi, you alright?" Mammon inspects the lump on your bed, removing the heavy blankets to reveal you. Your eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying. "Ah, you- uh- uhm..." He really isn't sure how to respond to the new found information. Should he leave you be, or should he comfort you? Would he even be any good at comforting, or would he make things worse? But the way you're looking at him... He can't just leave.
"So, like, wanna hear somethin' funny?" He swallows nervously, but when you nod, shifting to look at him better, he feels himself grow a bit more confident. Right. He's your man— your first man— he can make you happy again... Even if that means telling you an embarrassing story of what happened to him earlier...
After several little retells from earlier, you find yourself giggling and smiling. Mammon has never felt more relieved in his life. "nd then I- well... I'll save that story for another time, yer lookin' better now..." You boo but ultimately you can't stop the smile on your lips.
"Oh, before I forget- Don't tell another soul these, got it? For your ears only." He says, pointing at you accusingly, "I'll know if ya tell."
Another giggle before comfortable silence settled over the both of you, though slowly you slump again, seemingly lost in your thoughts. Looks like his stories weren't enough to take your mind off of things. Standing up, he stretches before looking at you expectantly. "Well? Aren't ya gonna get ready?"
"Get ready?"
"Mmhm, I'm gonna take you out for the night." Mammon offers you a hand, "What do ya say? Anywhere ya want, we'll go."
LEVIATHAN
Levi is panicked and shaky throughout the whole endeavor but he'll try his best to cheer you up again! He'll bring over all your favorite mangas or games, and you can bet you two are binge watching movies all night.
Physical comfort? Not his forte, but he doesn't mind if you want to cuddle or lean against him! Just ignore his sudden sweatiness and redness...
Leviathan hates that he wouldn't have known had you not braved your way to his room. Seeing you timidly ask if you could be with him had sent his heart in a frenzy— although he was mostly paying attention to the fact you had clearly been crying earlier. What happened? He wants to ask, but he doesn't want to make you cry again (mostly because he knows he'd probably be completely useless in such a situation).
"S- Sure! Hold on, let me get some stuff and we can chill in your room! I'll meet you there, okay?" You nod, sniffling a bit and- oh, ow, his heart. Leviathan feels weak. He stand seeing you like this!
Levi hastily grabs a handful of manga, his portable gaming system and several of your favorite games, along with some comfortable blankets and pillows before juggling his way to your room.
"Got the stuff!" He declares, entering your room and letting the pillows and blankets drop from his hands, setting his games and manga down carefully. "Starting mission 'Cheer-up-Y/n'!"
Frantic, Leviathan shows off all the manga he grabbed, whilst also offering some games, and not forgetting to mention several movies that came out recently. You watched in amusement as he fumbled around with all the stuff he brought, your mood already lifting.
After choosing to watch him game, he will set up the blankets and pillows into the most comfortable little nest possible, patting the spot beside him once he's done. He failed to realize you'd have to lean against him as he played, but he tried not to pay attention to it.
As he begins to play, he can't help but keep glancing down at you. Your gentle smile makes him feel better, and he wants to make sure you stay this way— happy, or at the very least, content. He clears his throat. "Do you wanna try?" He offers, and when you agree, he hands you the gaming console.
Now his sole focus is on you, watching your expression intently. The way your eyes light up as you pass a level makes him relax. You seem better, though he still wants to know what made you so upset— but alas, he's pulled from his thoughts as you lay your head on his shoulder.
"Thanks, Levi... For making me feel better. You always know what to do." You whisper, your eyes not leaving the game. Ah, well, as long as your happy now.
﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!
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Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 16)
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A/N & T/W: Hey guys, just as a heads up I wanted to let you know that this chapter contains an intrusive daydream of Kaylin's that may be uncomfortable or traumatic for some of my readers. It deals with food and the idea of humans and pertheans eating together. I wanted to convey how this makes Kaylin uncomfortable without making my readers uncomfortable. I've thought a lot about what I've written and I don't believe I've crossed any lines, but for those like me who like G/t but struggle with the idea of food or sharing a meal in that context (and of course, the fears associated with that), the content may be uncomfortable to read. I just want to make it clear that my content does not and never will contain fetish material. My writing will always be safe for work content as I strive to please God in all I do. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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It was only about a month ago that Dad and I packed our bags and moved half way across Koronia, and now it's already Rosan. At first, I wasn't expecting much from my dad's hometown, but I've been blown away with how much has happened since we arrived in Chancelor. I wasn't expecting to be forced into attending a deskmate school, and I certainly wasn't thinking I'd ever become friends with a perthean. I always worried about what would happen if a perthean found out about my fear, but never in a million years would I have ever predicted that one would actually want to help me overcome it!
Derrick and I have met up after school a few times now, and although these meetups have been helping me a little, I'm still not sure what my deskmate has in mind for us in the long run. Surely there's more to this than practicing eye contact and learning how to step onto a perthean's palm without falling over.
I think through what could possibly be next as Brittney and I make the trek from the cafeteria back to the pickup area.
"I really wish we could all just have our lunch together, you know?" Brittney says with a huff, interrupting my thoughts.
"What?! What makes you say that?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat at her suggestion as I desperately try to keep my mind from forming any pictures of sharing a lunch table with pertheans.
"It's just... we'd have so much more time to hang out as a group if we had our lunch together! Since this school is so focused on getting humans and pertheans to get along, you'd think they'd want us to have meals together, right?"
I hadn't thought about it before, but I guess what Brittney's saying makes sense. I was surprised when I first found out I wouldn't be sharing Physical Education or lunch periods with my deskmate, but in my relief, I decided not to question it. I suppose separating for P.E. makes sense since it's not a good idea to mix humans and pertheans for strenuous activities like exercise, but what about lunch period?
"Come to think of it," I start, a part of me curious to know and another part of me fearing the answer, "why do we separate for lunch period, anyway?"
Brittney's eyes narrow as she looks away, her lips pouting.
"It's all that Steven's fault!" she says.
I blink. "Steven? Who's Steven?"
"Soaring Steven, back in the twenties. Lunch period was shared here until he had his deskmate throw him across the cafeteria to see if one of their friends could catch him. Landed in a girl's soup and even broke some bones in the process," Brittney says.
I shudder at the realization that humans are light enough to pertheans to be thrown across a room by them. Not only that, but we're small enough to swim in their soup, too! I'm relieved that I don't have to suffer through a shared lunch period with my deskmate, but I can't stop myself from shaking at the idea.
I turn from side to side only to realize that I'm surrounded by mountains of colossal foods stacked much taller than I am with no way of escape. I spin around to face a wall of green fabric that I trace up, up, and up to my deskmate's enormous face. He ravenously gorges himself on nearly half of the sandwich in his hand—tearing off a hunk bigger than me—and thoughtfully chews his meal, his eyes locked with mine. My legs tremble beneath me as I stumble backwards, my eyes darting anywhere but the sight in front of me. This isn't happening.
As I continue to inch away from the perthean in front of me one of my feet makes contact with a thick metal prong, causing me to let out a yelp as I fall flat on my back. Lightheaded and out of breath, I sit up and discover the object was one of the tines on a huge fork.
A massive digit rests under my chin and leads my gaze back to the tall perthean boy in front of me. He gulps down the rest of his sandwich while his big blue eyes scrutinize my fallen form.
"Kaylin," he chuckles. "You're so... tiny, you know that?"
I stare into those massive blue orbs of his as blood rushes to my cheeks, making my ears hot. Anxiety floods my nervous system leaving me incapable of doing anything but quiver where I sit.
Tiny...?
"Anyway," Brittney says, interrupting my thoughts again, "after that incident... the school decided it would be best for deskmates to have 'less time for shenanigans' or something like that. If you ask me, they shouldn't have punished the whole school for a couple of students' idiocy!"
I stare down at my quaking hands. Tears prick the edges of my glazed eyes, and one or two trail down my face. I try to steady my breathing, but my lungs begin to take in more and more air at an increasing rate.
"Hey," Brittney says, turning to me. "Kaylin, are you—"
WHAM!
Something crashes into Brittney and I, interrupting our conversation and sending us both to the floor along with the contents of our open bookbags.
"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Brittney says, dusting herself off as she sits up.
"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't—" utters a boy on the floor in front of us. He coughs, lowering the tone of his voice. "I mean, it was an accident."
Brittney sighs. "That's okay. Here, let me help you with your books."
"Th-that won't be necessary." The boy says, brushing his black hair away from his green eyes before scrambling to pick up his books.
I rub my head, which throbs from the impact with the boy. I blink a few times, staring at him. He's familiar to me, but I'm not sure why.
"Hey, wait a minute," I start, remembering my encounter with that boy from my apartment last week. "Aren't you—"
The boy looks to me, eyes wide, and shakes his head vigorously. He grabs the rest of his books from the floor and stands, running off to the balcony without another word.
"Ugh! Rude! And hasn't he ever heard of a bookbag?" Brittney grumbles. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I say, picking up Brittney's Algebra textbook and passing it to her.
"The nerve of that guy! 'That won't be necessary...' just who does he think he is bumping into people and then running off like that?"
As Brittney passes me my Koronian and Biology textbooks, I can't help but wonder why Sam was in such a hurry to get away from us. He's run away from me twice now, which I find a little odd. And why wasn't he wearing his glasses? He probably could have avoided bumping into us if he had worn them.
"Hey, what's this?" Brittney says, picking up my sketchbook and flipping through the pages.
My heart sinks heavily in my chest. I've never let anyone look through my sketchbook before! Most of the drawings in there are unfinished sketches, many of which I never ended up being happy with, and none of which I feel too excited about sharing. But as Brittney flips through the pages, her eyes widen in awe with every new piece of artwork she lays eyes on.
"You made these? They're incredible!" Brittney exclaims.
"They're not that great, really." I say, reaching for the sketchbook.
Just as I'm about to take the book away from Brittney, she lets out a big gasp and turns the interior toward me. On the pages are two nearly completed sketches of Captain Tristen and Merlot from Stranded, respectively. They're old drawings, and not ones I'm particularly proud of. My insides convulse and cringe as I'm met with the sight of improper foreshortening and all sorts of rushed, sloppy details.
"You draw Stranded?! You know this is my favorite show ever, right?!"
Brittney babbles on elatedly and at a rate I find myself straining to keep up with. I can hardly make out what she's saying, but from what I can tell she's gushing about some recent revelations about Merlot and how she was able to predict them in her fanfic.
"Anyway, here! See? This is my cover!" Brittney says, pulling out her phone and swiping to Splosion. She shoves her phone into my hands to reveal the cover for 'Jack And Merlot: A Frame Of Mind,' which consists of a crude doodle of the titular duo holding hands.
"Oh, um... cute!" I respond, my mind still struggling to process what she's going on about.
"Do you think you could draw me a new cover?" Brittney blurts out, her hands clenched excitedly.
"I-I don't know... wouldn't it be put online for anyone to see?" I ask, the idea of strangers seeing my art making my insides flip.
"Well, yeah, but they don't have to know who drew it unless you want them to!" Brittney responds, folding her hands together and pleading with her big brown eyes. "Come on! Pleaaase? Your art is so good!"
I think for a moment as I look into Brittney's unrelenting puppy eyes. I guess it wouldn't hurt to draw her a picture for her story, especially if no one has to know I'm the artist.
"Sure," I finally answer.
"Yippee!" Brittney exclaims, jumping up and down like a little kid.
"Come on," I say, handing Brittney's phone back to her and taking back my sketchbook. "We're going to be late for sixth period!"
"Oh! Right!"
Brittney turns and hurries down the hall to the balcony. Before following after her, I quickly flip through my sketchbook and land on a page with a finished sketch of a perthean boy and a human girl laughing together under a cherry tree. My cheeks redden when I lay eyes on it and my insides flip around again. I let out a sigh, relieved that Brittney didn't get this far into the book.
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"So!" Brittney exclaims from the balcony, her hands secured on the railing as she beams up at my deskmate. "Your birthday! What do you have planned?!"
Derrick rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't exactly plan anything."
"Come on," Brittney says, "there has to be something you'd like to do on your special day! Can't you think of anything?"
Derrick places a hand under his chin and closes his eyes, thinking for a moment. "Well, I won't be home until around five, since I have... an appointment."
Kevin looks up from his phone. "You made an appointment on your birthday? What for?"
"I— well, yeah. It's a... doctor's appointment. I forgot to reschedule," my deskmate says, glancing in my direction. "But if you guys want to come over to my house at 5:30 or so, we could hang out? Maybe play some games?"
"I'm in!" Brittney hollers, pumping her fist in the air.
"Sure," Kevin answers, his eyes once again glued to his phone. "Need us to bring anything?"
"You could bring some games if you have any, but other than that nothing comes to mind," Derrick says.
Brittney turns to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "You're coming too, right Kaylin?!"
The world begins to spin as the others' eyes all turn to me. Me? Go to a perthean's house? No way! The enormous classrooms at school are hard enough for me to deal with as it is, but an entire house? I don't think I could handle it! The sheer scale of everyday items would overwhelm me for sure!
"I... don't know," I say. "I think my dad needs me home for... something." I mentally kick myself for not being able to think of any kind of real excuse.
"I'm sure your dad won't mind!" Brittney reasons. "After all, birthdays only come once a year!"
I look around at the group. Brittney's grinning with her hands pressed together, gazing at me expectantly. Derrick gives me a knowing smile, his brows upturned. And then my eyes fall on Kevin. His narrowed brown eyes look void of any life as he stares me down from above. My gut twists and turns as the weight of his stare presses down on me.
I can't go to this party. No way. Not if he's coming. How did Derrick manage to become friends with this guy, anyway? Was it just because of Brittney? And why is Brittney even with this guy? They're complete opposites! My fear may include all pertheans, but it's pertheans like Kevin that really terrify me!
"Kaylin?" Brittney says, pulling me from my thoughts. "What do you say?"
"I-I'll talk to my dad," I stutter. "But I really think he needs me for... that thing."
"Great! See you all there!" Brittney spins around with her arms stretched wide and heads for the door. I don't think she registered what it was I said at all.
"Hang on there, princess," Kevin says, causing Brittney to come to a halt and turn back around.
Princess? I never expected a guy like Kevin to call his girlfriend something so sappy!
"Yes, my prince?" Brittney answers, clasping her hands together as she flutters her eyelashes.
"If you're going to Derrick's place, you might as well come with me. You can't get there by train, you know," Kevin says.
"I guess you're right," Brittney giggles.
Kevin looks over his shoulder, presumably to see if any teachers are nearby, and then offers his open palm to Brittney who runs and leaps into it with a loud 'wheee!' The way she flew into his hand without a second thought makes me think about how I can barely even walk onto Derrick's open palm without struggling and stumbling. How does she make it look so easy?
"Shh!" Kevin hushes his girlfriend. "I'm not supposed to pick you up this way in here!"
"Sorry," Brittney says, her lip protruding in a pout.
"See you later," Kevin says to Derrick before walking off, mumbling something to Brittney about how he doesn't want to get in trouble 'again.' I guess I'll have to ask Brittney what that means later.
Derrick looks at me and laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"I'd like to see you jump into my hand like that," he says.
My face reddens, and I immediately avert my gaze. "D-don't be ridiculous! What those two did was dangerous!"
"I know, I know," Derrick says. "It's just that..."
His unfinished phrase hangs in the air for a moment, causing me to wonder what it is he means to say. I look back at my deskmate, his gaze fixed on me. What emotion is filling his eyes I can't say, but what I do know is that something has to be weighing on his mind.
"It's just that what?" I finally ask.
"Nothing," Derrick says, shaking his head. "I'll see you out back."
With that, he turns away, leaving the balcony behind him as he heads down the hall. My heart sinks in my chest. What isn't he saying?
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I heave a sigh as I close the door behind me. I feel bad we didn't cancel our meetup for today, considering it's Derrick's birthday and all.
"Hey," he says with a smile, approaching the balcony and placing his hand on top of it. It's sort of become routine for me to walk onto his hand at the start of our meet ups, not that I've gotten any better at it.
"Hey," I answer as I approach his open palm.
The size of his hand still manages to freak me out, but at least I'm not as averse to it as I was when he first started helping me with my fear. After a bit of wobbling and struggling, I manage to position myself in the center of my deskmate's palm and sit down.
"Sorry for making you come out here on your birthday," I say with my head down as I nervously twiddle my thumbs. "I know there's other things you'd rather be doing right now."
"Aw, come on, you know that's not true!" Derrick beams at me from above. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now than helping out a friend."
I smile back at him, though his words don't reassure me completely.
"Now," he starts as he moves beside the balcony and gently sits down, "since you've been improving so much this week with both eye contact and with walking onto my hand, I thought we'd try something new. If you're up for it, that is."
"Something new?" I ask, my gut immediately beginning to twist. "Like what?"
"Would you be up for trying shoulder etiquette?"
"Shoulder etiquette?"
"Yeah! I'd place you on my shoulder, and you'd stand there," Derrick explains. "It's a formal form of etiquette that even the teachers use, so we can practice it during school as well."
My mind flashes back to orientation day, when I saw most of the school staff going around in pairs like that. I remember Derrick had asked me that day if I wanted to try standing on his shoulder, and I coldly turned him down. A weight fills my chest as I think about all the ways I was unkind to Derrick before we became friends.
"Okay," I say, "we can try it."
Derrick nods and lifts the hand I'm in up to his shoulder. My core tightens and my heart thrashes about within me as the distance between us gets smaller and smaller. As I find myself nearing the crook of his neck, I begin to feel heat radiating from his body like a space heater. He's so warm! My insides do a somersault, and my cheeks redden as I release a shuddering breath. I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone before, let alone a perthean!
I slowly rise from my place in Derrick's palm, carefully maneuvering past his fingers and onto his shoulder. I nearly slip once or twice as I struggle to maintain my balance, but manage to secure myself by grabbing onto the collar of the white button up he's wearing under his blazer.
"How are you doing?" He asks, removing his hand and leaving me stranded on his shoulder.
My eyes can't help but wander downward until I'm gazing helplessly at the hard concrete below us. Even though my deskmate is sitting down, I'm still so high above the ground! A fall from this height would certainly kill me! I let out a yelp and slam my eyes shut, gripping the collar of Derrick's shirt more tightly lest I slip and fall to my death!
"Hm, not good?" Derrick asks. "I suppose it takes some getting used to. Just hold onto me, you'll be fine."
"Mhm," I hum as I try to keep myself from trembling. If my legs continue to quake like this, I'll slip for sure! I have no idea how the teachers or the other students at school manage to go around like this!
"So, while you're getting adjusted..." Derrick begins, "is there anything you'd like to talk about?"
"Um..." I think for a moment. "You're turning eighteen, right?"
"Right. Just two more years and I'll be an adult."
"How has preadulthood treated you so far? Do you feel prepared for adulthood?" I ask.
Derrick hums, thinking through my question. "Well, I guess it beats being a teenager. I still can't drive, but I'd say I can cook, clean, and budget decently enough to live on my own if I wanted to. I'll probably wait until university to move out, though. What about you?"
"I've learned a lot from my dad. He's a good teacher. He taught me nearly everything I know about being a preadult. Cooking, cleaning, budgeting... although he's not very good at home repair..."
"Did your mom teach you anything?"
My heart plummets to the ground, and my guts twist and turn tightly within me.
"I... well, my mom died when I was only six. It's just my dad and me."
"Oh... I'm sorry," Derrick apologizes.
"No, it's okay. I'm over it. It was a long time ago," I sigh.
I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of whether I'm being honest or not. It's been years since my mom passed, but I've always longed for her to be a part of my life. I wonder all the time what might have been if only she hadn't...
"You know, I guess my mom did teach me something," I say, letting my mind go to the past. "I remember when I was a little girl, I'd watch her make different pieces of artwork. I was so fascinated with how she was able to draw such fine details and pick such beautiful colors to paint with. I have a memory of her sitting down with me and teaching me how to draw different flowers. Pansies, bluebells, rotizelles... and although I'm still not very good with flowers, she did instill in me a love for art."
"I remember you said you liked to draw when we first met, and I've seen a few of the doodles in your notes," Derrick chuckles. "I have yet to see a finished piece from you, though. Especially since you're always hiding your drawings."
My face gets really hot really quickly as my mind turns back to the sketchbook I brought with me to school. "A-actually," I stutter, "there's... something I wanted to show you."
"Something you want to show me? Really?" Derrick asks, surprised. "Am I finally going to see one of your drawings?"
"I-I— well," I stammer, embarrassed, not really knowing what to say. Is what I'm about to do really a good idea?
I reach into my bookbag and feel around for my sketchbook. Pulling it out, I turn to the page with my finished sketch of the two of us laughing under a cherry tree and look it over for a moment.
'It's hideous!' I can already hear my deskmate say. 'Is that supposed to be us? What an ugly art style!'
"Kaylin?" Derrick asks after a long silence.
"I— um...! H-here, I... made this for you," I sputter. "For your birthday!"
I grip the collar of Derrick's shirt with one hand, and with the other I stretch out as far as I'm able and present my sketchbook to him.
"For... me?" Derrick asks, taking the sketchbook in between his thumb and forefinger.
Silence fills the air as my deskmate stares down the human-sized book in between his fingers. My heart pounds and pounds while my insides swarm with butterflies! What will he think? What will he say?! I almost wish I never brought this up! I'm sure he'll think it's a pathetic gift! I knew my art wasn't good enough to be shown to anyone, so why did I ever think it would be a good idea to make this dumb drawing for his birthday?
Derrick gasps. "Wow, I don't know what to say."
I try my hardest to slow down my breathing, but it's no use. My whole body shakes as I brace for the impact of whatever criticism is about to come my way. He hates it, doesn't he?
"Kaylin, you drew this? This is amazing!" my deskmate exclaims.
"I'm sorry! I knew it wouldn't be good enough!" I say, only to blink a few times in confusion. Do my ears deceive me? "Wait, what did you say?"
"This is amazing! Is this what I think it is?" Derrick asks.
"I-it's... you and me," I answer, "under that cherry tree we saw the other day."
Derrick continues looking the drawing over. "Wow," he says again.
"I-I can send you a photo of it, if you want," I suggest.
"That would be great!" he says, handing the sketchbook back to me. "After all, I'm sure you wanted to keep your book."
I put my sketchbook away and quickly open up my phone to send a picture I took of the drawing to Derrick. Once I send it, his phone buzzes almost instantly, and he unlocks it to view what I sent.
"Thank you, Kaylin," he says, gazing at the drawing once more. "Really. It's a wonderful gift."
A warmth fills my heart, soothing any remaining anxieties I had about the drawing and leaving me with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.
Time continues on in the blink of an eye, and before we know it, we've already reached our usual time of departure.
"Well," Derrick says, carefully standing up from his spot beside the balcony, "I guess we better get going."
My heart races and my eyes widen as he stands to his full height. I look beneath me at the ground below and watch as it gets farther and farther away. If the distance to the ground when he was sitting wasn't enough to kill me, this distance will surely do the job! My vision doubles as the scenery around me spins and my insides churn and convulse! I grab onto the collar of Derrick's shirt with a death grip, lest I topple down toward the unforgiving concrete below!
"Sorry," Derrick says. "I tried to be more careful, since you're on my shoulder."
"N-no, you're fine, it's just that... I feel like I..." I trail off, unsure of how to describe what's going on inside of me.
"You feel like you're going to fall?"
"Y-yeah," I murmur, trembling where I stand on my deskmate's shoulder.
"Don't worry," Derrick says, pressing a hand against my little frame and gently pinning me against the side of his neck. "I'll keep you safe."
Is this... a hug?!
I blush. Hard. My trembling increases as I'm wedged between Derrick's hand and his neck. What do I do?! I can't move! I can't escape! I begin to breathe in and out at a rapid pace, shuddering more and more with each exhalation.
After a few seconds, Derrick removes his hand, releasing me from what had to be the most frightening embrace I've ever been on the receiving end of!
"Hey, listen," he says. "About earlier... you really don't have to come over if you don't feel like you're ready. I understand that the idea of visiting a house twenty times bigger than what you're used to is likely overwhelming to you, especially if other pertheans are involved. But, in case you do want to come, I thought I'd ask anyway—would you like to come over?"
"Um, yeah! Sure," I say, Derrick's words going in one ear and out the other as I try to calm myself down.
"Wait, really?" He asks. "You'll come over?"
"Sure," I say. "I just... need a moment." I try to steady my breathing again using the techniques I learned in therapy as a kid, still not registering what it was Derrick just asked me.
"Alright, well, we should get going then," my deskmate says, walking away from our spot behind the school and heading toward the sidewalk beyond the school grounds.
I'll have every opportunity to think through what just happened when I get home.
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In the span of 10 years, Hanji writes Levi one letter for each birthday they spend together.
"12 Things I Never Told You" pays homage to his and Hanji's bond through space and time, and depicts the loving light in which they saw him.
You can read the full fic and 12 letters here, on AO3.
In the meantime, here's one of the letters for you to check out;
Levi,
When I gave you the tea-can earlier, the look on your face could have only meant two things:
1) "This must have been expensive as hell."
2) "You're batshit crazy for spending on it."
I told you, though! I wasn't gonna throw you a birthday party, but you had to expect a gift from me, at least. I like going all out!
Anyways, it was a nice surprise that you came down the lab with two mugs instead of one. And that you talked about your mother.
You told me that you had this same tea-can at home, in the Underground. And that your mom had gotten it for trade from one of her clients that lived up here. Your entire face softened when you mentioned her— how graceful she was. It was like seeing sugar melting on the stove.
Of course, I didn't ask— if she's alive, or what happened to her. I didn't mean to be intrusive. But the way you spoke in past-tense... oh, I'm sorry, Levi. I'm so, so sorry. Really. If she was anything quite like you, then I'm sure she was a wonderful woman.
To be honest, I don't know either— whether my mom's alive or not. You see, I never talk about this for a reason. I ran away from home when I was fourteen. My parents were... well, let's just say... not good people. I was mischievous, and rebellious, and asked too many questions. They most definitely did not like that.
My grandpa was the closest thing I ever had to a father, or a friend. He did die, though. He was mischievous, and rebellious, and asked as many questions as I did. I guess, back then, it not only made my parents uncomfortable, but the Military Police as well...
It was the reason I joined the Survey Corps, you know? You may not believe this, but I was once full of rage, too. I'm just lucky I could turn it into something better— passion, purpose. I'm certainly not proud of how it used to be. You should have seen me, all those years ago; shouting down the hallways, kicking titans' heads... I just hope you never get to see it again. If you do, I'm scared you might never look at me the same, and that I never forgive myself for it.
I have no clue how you do it, though— carry yourself through life. Back then, if they'd given me the names of the fuckers who took my grandpa, I'd have killed them on the spot. You, on the other hand, (and I know you'll get mad at me for saying this) are gentle. If you wanted to, you could break necks with a single blow. Or seek revenge towards the world for what it's done to you. But you choose not to. You actively, every day, choose not to.
Yeah, yeah, you probably don't like me reminding you of all this. But you're kind, Levi. You stay in the lab with me while I’m working, and you trust me enough to tell me about your mother. And you share this expensive-ass-tea I bought for you.
You're a good person. Much better than I'll ever be. I know you don’t think that you are, and that you worry others may also think that you’re not. But it’s true— you’re a good man.
See? It doesn't even matter I spent half my budget on this! (You’ve been warned, you won’t ever hear a word about it). You deserve to have nice things, little one. Also, it was pretty neat to hear that tiny hum of satisfaction you made when you drank from your cup. I know not many things surprise you nowadays, either. So, I'll take my pride in knowing I did— HA!
Hope you had a good night. And that you had a great birthday— yeah, that too!
Happy you're with me for another year.
See you around,
Hanji x
P.S: Thank you for the tea. Literally the best one I had!
#levihan#levi ackerman#hange zoe#hanji zoe#levi#hange#hanji#levi x hange#levi x hanji#fanfiction#fanfic#epistolary#letters#love letters#unsent love letters#fluff#angst#fluff and angst#light angst#levi ackerman's past#levi ackermans birthday#happy birthday levi#birthday fic#happy birthday levi ackerman#canonverse#canon compliant#during canon#snk#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan
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Chenford + what if we don't work out?
"What if we don't work out?" Lucy mumbled against his chest, her fingers tracing the muscled abs of his stomach, her body safely nestled with his under the blankets of her bed.
"What?" Tim asked, his body shifting as he craned his neck to look down at her, Lucy reading the confusion in his eyes. "Is that what you've been stewing over for the last ten minutes?"
Lucy ducked her head, finding it hard to meet his gaze as she shrugged her shoulder. She felt, vulnerable, voicing one of her biggest fears as of late out loud, but she needed it to stop looping in her head.
And the only way she knew how to do that was to talk about it.
"You don't think we're going to work out?" Tim asked, his hand rubbing comfortingly against her back, but Lucy didn't miss the slight edge in his voice.
"I don't know," she sighed, feeling really silly now that she'd said it out loud, hearing how ridiculous it sounded to her own ears. She and Tim had always been great together on the job, and so far, their relationship hadn't given her any reason to believe they wouldn't be any less great as a couple.
"I guess, I don't know, I guess it more goes back to my original fear of what's going to happen if I mess this up," Lucy admitted, feeling her heart start to beat faster in anticipation of his answer.
"If you mess this up?" he asked, his hand freezing at her tailbone. "What makes you think you're going to mess this up?"
Lucy huffed a humorless laugh. "I don't have the best track record with relationships. I've honestly never even been in a serious one, until now. I just, I'm afraid I'm not going to be good at it."
"Lucy, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Tim said, shaking his head, his hand resuming its rubbing. "From day one, you have been an expert at navigating this relationship, even when you barely knew me. Plus, I did not make it easy on you back then."
"Oh," Lucy said, lifting her head to smirk at him, not being able to help teasing him. "So I was right on my last day; we did have a relationship."
"Whatever," Tim said, rolling his eyes, but his smile gave him away. "Seriously though," he continued, his smile fading into something more solemn. "We've already been through a lot together on the job, and we've always managed to figure it out. I don't see why this is going to be any different."
"So, you're really not worried?" Lucy asked, lifting her head to meet his eyes.
"Not at all," Tim murmured, shaking his head. Leaning down, his lips met hers for a gentle kiss, Lucy feeling her worries slowly dissolving as his words sunk in. He was right- they'd already been through so much in the few years they'd know each other, and had always come out on the other side stronger than before. Why would this exciting, amazing, new dynamic of their relationship be any different?
Smiling, Lucy deepened the kiss, feeling ready for whatever the universe wanted to throw at them. First and foremost, they had always been a team, and that wasn't about to stop now.
#chenford#tim bradford x lucy chen#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#the rookie#tucy#dreamerrgirl chenford fic#dreamerrgirl chenford drabble#chenford fic#random chenford drabble
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The Betrayer God's True Nature
I can understand people questioning the history books and the source books we’ve been given. History is, of course, written by the victors, and the source books are demonstrably filled with incorrect or biased information [intentionally so, I might add, as they are posing as at least partially in-universe texts, relaying in-universe opinions.] We’ve just seen in ExU: Calamity that Orcs, which we were previously lead to believe were created in a fight between Gruumsh and Corellon during the Calamity, predate the war by enough time that half-orcs are common members of society. So it is natural to call everything into question, after all the betrayer gods have a much harder time defending themselves from behind the divine gate.
However, we have seen some of their actions in the present day in canon, not stories told second hand! Namely those of Lolth and Tharizdun, so let’s compare and contrast their actions with those of the Prime Deities.
During Exandria Unlimited’s first run, the party to be known as The Crown Keepers found The Circlet of Barbed Vision, a Vestige of Divergence created by Lolth. It made everyone who touched it that didn’t have a chaotic or evil alignment throw up, or at least extremely nauseous. From the moment they found it, Lolth began giving the party dreams and visions. They started fairly innocuous, simply seeing spiders everywhere, with webs appearing along their skin and their eyes turning black. Scary, but not in anyway harmful. Then, when no one put on the circlet, she escalated. In E1x05: A Test of Worth, Lolth sent Dariax a dream where he was alone and frightened in a barren wasteland. She asked him why he was scared and why he was running from the circlet. He said it seemed bad, and her response was:
AABRIA: "Why do you care that it's bad? What is 'bad'? It's interesting. It's powerful."MATT: Yeah, but, I don't know, I'm traveling with some better people now and I don't want to disappoint them.AABRIA: "Really?"MATT: I guess so.AABRIA: "But you took it. You kept it. I'm so close and you're just going to what, hold me in a bag?"MATT: For now.AABRIA: "Boring. You are boring." [E1x05: A Test of Worth, 0:37:21]
She also directly stated that she knew he was no good on his own, that’s why she picked him. To be clear, he started speaking disparagingly of himself, and she agreed with him. Then, she spoke to Dorian in his dreams and had this conversation:
ROBBIE: What do you want from us? Please!AABRIA: And a voice, low, feminine, just, "(chuckles) What do you mean, what do I want?"ROBBIE: Why are you doing this?AABRIA: "Because I'm bored."ROBBIE: You're tormenting my companions and I because you're bored?AABRIA: "Yeah, duh." [E1x05: A Test of Worth, 1:21:05]
Lolth was tormenting the Crown Keepers, enduing hallucinations and nightmares, because she was bored. That’s the canonical, stated reason from her own mouth. And she didn’t stop there! When still no one put on the crown, she began appealing to each and every single one of the party across the last two episodes. Here are some choice quotes from her:
"Everything you walked away from. And now you're here at the ass end of the world. Doing what? For what? They don't need you. Doing fine without you. They'd probably be better without you. You could be more valuable if you weren't such a coward." to Dorian [disclaimer: Dorian perceives this as just negative self-talk but he also only rolled a 10, this is almost certainly Lolth given he had the thought while wiping spider silk from his eyes] [E1x07: Beyond the Heart City, 0:41:40]
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You feel your skin going cold and you hear that voice in your ear again that says, "(cold laugh) You know it's not going to work."ROBBIE: I'm going to try to cast it anyway.AABRIA: "Okay. I'll wait for you to fail. And then tell you how you don't have to be so ineffectual once again." [E1x07: Beyond the Heart City, 2:40:10 ]
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"It's not looking very good, is it? You're going to die here. You're all going to die here."ROBBIE: I think you underestimate my friends.AABRIA: "I think you overestimate them."ROBBIE: I guess we'll see.AABRIA: "A real leader would do what was required of him to ensure success. And I'm so very close. You could just reach out and grab me." [E1x08: What Comes Next, 1:16:42]
She turned her attention to Opal, offering her health and magical energy so she could get her sister back, praying on her vulnerability, and notably insulting her at the time:
AIMEE: Okay. What do I get for wearing it, what do I get?
AABRIA: "Maybe the ability to be less fucking useless right now." [E1x08: What Comes Next, 0:54:25]
Opal then put on the circlet, and it instantly transformed her. Those who have watched ExU: Kymal will be aware of the extent of her change in appearance, but I shall provide an image for those who haven’t.
The above transformation wasn't instant, her eye changed colour over time. The most important thing to note, however, is that she found herself unable to remove the Circlet. When she tried, this happened:
AABRIA: Give me-- Give me a charisma saving throw.AIMEE: Okay [...] 13!AABRIA: A number too auspicious. I can't, I can't not play with it. You wrap your hands around and you feel the actual pricks of it in your skin and you feel that it immediately draws blood from your fingertips. [...]AABRIA: And then you hear, "(tutting) Why don't you keep it on for a while, then decide?" And you try to pull it free, and you feel it shifting something below your skin. It seems a little bit ill-advised to try to pull free right now. You can certainly keep going, but you will take damage. [E1x08: What Comes Next, 3:21:12]
Over time, Opal grew accustomed to hearing the voice of The Spider Queen in her head at all times, and came to view her as a friend of sorts, even offering to rework her image. Lolth decided to give Opal a challenge, that if she succeeded would make her her champion. This on the surface isn’t too different from the Prime Deities, who have also been known to challenge mortals aspiring for that title. But let’s compare the challenges themselves.
Vex’ahlia and Pelor: Vex’s challenge was to climb to the top of a tower before the time ran out, and then jump into fire at the end. During her ascent she was attacked by planetars trying to detain her, not to hurt her. [1x104: Elysium]
Scanlan and Ioun: Scanlan’s challenge was to find a specific book in an endless library within an hour. He was not attacked or hindered in anyway. [1x106: The Endless Atheneum]
Yasha and Kord: Yasha was continually challenged by Kord, as he is the god of, well, battle and competitions. Each challenge was a physical fight, her first against a lightning elemental [2x46: A Storm of Memories], the second against 6 elementals [2x130: The Calm Before the Storm + 2x131: Into the Eye].
Now, let’s look at Opal and Lolth. In ExU: Kymal, Part 2 Lolth “tests” Opal.
AABRIA: […] "Okay. Well then, will you be my champion?"AIMEE: Yes! Oh my god, I've been dying for you to ask. Yes.AABRIA: "Every champion requires a test. But I know how strong you are."AIMEE: Okay. Is that a written test? I'm bad at those.AABRIA: "No."AIMEE: Okay.AABRIA: "I apologize, because this is going to hurt." Make a constitution saving throw.AIMEE: Oh no. What did I just agree to? […] 19. […]AABRIA: Opal, you feel your conception of yourself double over in pain. Your veins and arteries feel like they are filled with fire Your veins and arteries feel like they are filled with fire as poison rushes through your body. You see in your mind's eye, you're looking down at yourself, and you see shuttering flashes of what could be, of people that have failed the Spider Queen's test and been warped and twisted and turned into horrible monsters who have no will of their own. They're simply bent into her service. But you know who you are. That presence of mind that lets you stand and speak to a god as an equal, as a partner, courses back through you, strengthens your resolve, hardens your veins to iron and you feel that pain lessen and lessen until it's a warm comfort that runs through your veins. Something else close to you inside of you and a part of you as your circlet awakens. [E2x02, 1:17:42]
Loth’s “test” is literally just straight up poisoning Opal. That is the test. Either she passes or she is turned into a monster.
And very quickly, while we’re on the subject of divine champions, let’s look at our good friend The Laughing Hand, Champion of Torog! While researching in 2x78 Between the Lines, the Mighty Nein came across these notes:
"The Laughing Hand was once a warrior named Ganix who sought to strike down Torog with his army. His soldiers were slaughtered and himself captured and tortured. Torog twisted and cursed his body to an endless cycle of servitude, his ever-living heart locked beyond the veil to ensure an eternal pact. [...] rumor has it that his heart was set adrift in extra-planar space to ensure it was never found. Though numerous arcanists were said to have sought it for their own research.” [2x78: Between the Lines, 3:21:20]
Now, I know we shouldn’t take books as gospel, but the Nein did find his heart in a pocket dimension, so I think in this instance there’s a high degree of veracity to the claim.
The Laughing Hand was a servant of Torog brainwashed into working for Obann, who was in turn an unknowing servant of Tharizdun. He believed himself to be working for The Angel of Irons, as no sane person works for Tharizdun knowingly and willingly. It has been confirmed out of game by Matt that Obann not only didn’t know the true nature of who he’d been serving but if the party had informed him, he could have been persuaded to stop. (“He was unaware. Right up until the very end. His moment of realization was right before he was going to die.” Talks Machina: Discussing C2E86 - The Cathedral. 52:13)
Tharizdun gave Obann a suggestion, let him create a cult of worship around this false idol, all while working to free it. Tharizdun was also interested in Cognouza, in its horribly corrupted state. This entire quote from the Campaign 2 Wrap Up is pertinent:
[The] Chained Oblivion, when it begins to corrupt somebody, this corruption, [...] that is the Chained Oblivion's influence, takes the form of whatever the creature thinks it might be looking for. And that's how it ends up masquerading [...] as different cults, as different figures, as different ways that it just undermines society. And so the Angel of Irons was a creation of Obann looking for something to follow and it allowed him to create this entity that he was looking to, without knowing really what it was. And to the same point, Cognouza became something that he just subtly wanted to happen because they had a similar-- He knew would've come to a goal of his, which is the annihilation of everything, and darkness forever. And so that was actually why [...] Kingsley's, towards the end of the campaign, that one little memory I threw in there of weird, lingering memory of the birth of the city. You see these black chains shattering in this ancient will. That was the Chained Oblivion losing its subtle investment in Cognouza.
Tharizdun’s stated goal is “the annihilation of everything and darkness forever.”
Now finally I’d like to bring up the Tales of Exandria: The Bright Queen comic. For those of you who haven’t read it [spoilers] the summary is as follows:
"Leylas Kryn has spent multiple lives in her pursuit to assemble the Luxon. With her eternal lover Quana at her side, she will stop at nothing to use its power to bring a Golden Age to the people under her rule. When what seems to be the final piece of the Luxon appears nearby, Leylas sends Quana to collect it." [Part One]
Quana is unfortunately captured on this quest by servants of Lolth who drag her back to her domain. Leylas goes and rescues her, successfully recovering the beacon in the process. However, since their return, Leylas is plagued by continual nightmares and hallucinations from Lolth [I’m sensing a pattern here from the Spider Queen].
[Both from Part Three]
The happy couple have a child, a young girl named Caelestis. Leylas allows Quana to raise her while she herself campaigns across the country, still suffering from visions. At one point, the hallucinations are so vivid that she lashes out, beheading a politicial leader in his own court.
The final insult to injury is poor Caelestis herself. You see, she isn’t a normal drow. She’s a monster either created or corrupted by Lolth.
We’ve reached the end of the post, so I’ll stop being coy. The Betrayer Gods are not your friends. They are not maligned, misunderstood losers in history. They are lying emotionally manipulative abusers who will say and do whatever they need to in order to get what they want. And what they want is the ultimate destruction of Exandria itself and all people on it. They are happy to manipulate and subjugate everyone in the meantime because they are cruel, petty and malicious.
Asmodeus sent Zerxus a sad dream painting himself as the victim, and I am asking you not to fall for it.
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All the even questions of the Edgy/misc OC ask meme for Ash please.
What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?
I don't think there's much hidden about Ash, he is for the most part as he seems. Maybe that he's capable of holding grudges for a long time, since he doesn't seem the type? He appears more laid back than he really is.
When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?
His default is to Freeze or Fawn. He only fights when he's angry or upset, but scared... yeeeeeah........ 😶
How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?
Not tooooooo easily? At least, not so much nowadays. Unfortunately in a relationship that breaks down quite a bit, but otherwise he has a pretty strong set of principles.
Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?
lmao no. I think he could believe he could, in the right circumstances, but Ash would either get himself caught or just hand himself in, no way he could live with it let alone not crack under pressure.
What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?
well, he is already in my apocalypse-style AU, where he's... not that different, but also quite different lol. He's definitely a more active participant in the toxicness that is him and Loch, for one. He's less of a passive, lovesick puppy and more aware. He's not the one doing the chasing this time, and tbh, after their teen relationship, he doesn't really ever try to convince himself it's love. But he lets Loch catch him sometimes because, tbh, he doesn't really have much else.
Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
Yes and no. He doesn't really go out of his way to damage himself, but he allows himself to be taken advantage of, to be led into doing himself harm. And there are times when his self-worth has taken enough of a beating that he does do stupid things, like sleeping with Finn the first time just because fuck it, he'd already had a one-night stand, might as well have another right?
How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?
I don't know that he much cares what people think of him, other than as a good person I suppose.
What is your OC's pain tolerance like?
Not that high tbh, but he's not really a baby about pain either. Like if either of them is gonna be dramatic about stubbing their toe or something, it's gonna be Loch lmao.
Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?
Close and personal, though only with those closest to him. He's not cold or detached with others, he's just not particularly extroverted.
Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?
Yep. As we know lol. ~trust issues~ from Finn's infidelity have him freaking out over things that shouldn't be a problem, or reacting to things that shouldn't be a big deal, but he is getting much better about it.
What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?
I actually hate this question SO MUCH because the alignment chart is so fuckin RIGID and ordinary people don't really fall into such unnuanced categories, but I GUESS Neutral Good. In the sort of passively good way. Like he's not out there doing good deeds for the sake of it, but he will usually choose to be a good person when it matters.
What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?
Things would have gone very differently for him had he never dated Loch, but unless he found someone much like himself, I could see him getting himself hurt eventually anyway. He throws himself into relationships and puts too much of himself into them, and it's an easy thing for someone to take advantage of. Like, for example, even if he hadn't slept with Loch that one night, okay he may not have immediately jumped into bed with Finn, but... I don't know that he wouldn't have been caught in that web later down the line anyway. Finn's good at spotting an easy mark, and Ash would have presented a good target whether vulnerable at the time or not.
#ask my characters#Asher Rayleigh Hyde#I swear I'm working on actual sims stuff btw#I didn't just drop back in to fill my blog with OC q's and then bounce again I SWEAR
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Aurora Borealis
Pairing: Aurora (she/her) x Sunny (they/them)
Warnings: none
WC: 2k
Tags: fluff, vaguely implied transfem Aurora, just pure fluff and wholesome, not beta'd or proofread
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Sunshine was excited yet scared, they'd been informed about the idea of summoning more ghouls for the band since they and Aether had to stay back. They wished that they could've gone, but other duties called for them. At least they had someone around they knew well. Sunshine was happy that Aether decided to stay back and help them with the duties, even though Sunny knew how much Aether loved touring.
After laying in bed staring at the ceiling for satan knows how long? They decided to get up and throw on something simple, no need to dress fancy for a summoning, definitely since they had been told it was going to be another man. Like they didn't have enough boys around already! Sunny threw on their jeans and a simple band tee, judging by the size of it, it wasn't theirs. While they make their way to leave, they hear a knocking on the door, "come on, the summoning is in 5, we need ya Sunny "
Sunshine sighed, "I'm already coming", opening the door to see Aether standing there, dressed in jeans and a button up.
"Why the fuck are you trying to look fancy?" Sunshine frowned at him. "Just want to make a good first impression" Aether smiled at them. They raised their eyebrow but decided to let it be and walked towards the summoning room.
Sunshine waited impatiently, they'd rather be reading or drawing right now instead of standing in the cold damp basement of the church. The room was filled with a haze and they could barely see a meter in front of them 'was it also like this when they were summoned' they wonder fiddling with the cloak they're holding. "Why does it take so long?" They asked, Cirrus turns and motions for them to be quiet.
Sunshine waits and looks at the haze puddling in the middle of the circle. A body seems to appear. Sunshine unfolds the cloak and readies it to give it to the new summon, who is now a full body. Their hair is long and pink fading to purple, their skin is a light grey with little spats of colours dancing over it.
'Holy fuck' Sunshine can't believe their eyes, this wasn't just another one of the boys. Okay the boys were not ugly either, just not much to their taste. But the new summon made their stomach twist. Sunshine turns their gaze to the floor, hoping to hide their flustered face.
"Hello, welcome upside" Sunshine recognised Cirrus' voice "What's your name?"
"I don't have one, or at least not one fit for me" the summon spoke with a soft tender voice, with a soft accent, Sunshine isn’t sure what the accent is but they guess French.
"Hey Sun, can you hand them the cloak? It's nice to be a bit covered ya know" Cirrus laughed. Sunshine shook their head and walked up to the two, carefully hanging the cloak over the shoulders of the new summon. Now that they were so close Sunshine could feel their energy, air and something else, maybe fire? like them. or maybe quintessence?
"Hi, I'm Sunshine" They held their hand out for the smaller ghoul to shake. "Hi" they grabbed their hand.
"I'm gonna leave the 2 of you to figure it out, I need to get to rehearsal, see ya later!" Cirrus says before walking away.
"I don't know if i like her" the summon spoke again, "Don't worry, she is very kind, but also just very, well serious while also fun" Sunshine reassures the other "Also you don't seem like one of the boys? I was told we would have another ghoul come up." Sunshine asks, raising their eyebrows. "Did they really? still? No, I am not another ghoul. I'm a ghoulette The summon spoke, a slight hurt in her voice.
"Come with me, I'll give you some better clothes and show you around, is that good?" Sunshine says to move on from the previous subject
"I guess so?" The summon says, finally looking around the room, quickly putting up a face of disgust "I do hope the rest looks better than this" she laughs.
"Oh it will" Sunshine smiles before gesturing to the other to follow them.
Sunshine hands the smaller ghoul one of their older dresses that doesn't really fit them anymore. "You okay with a dress,?i don't think I have anything that fits better "
"I don't mind, they seem comfortable"
The new ghoulette admires herself in the mirror, the light yellow flower dress creating a perfect contrast to her pink/purple hair.
"All the colours on you make me think of the Aurora borealis" Sunny says
"the what?" the new ghoul turned around to face them
"Aurora Borealis. the northern lights" Sunny says.
"never heard of it."
"It is very pretty. Wait, maybe it's visible tonight, that is one of the good things of living so far north" Sunny explains.
The rest of the day Sunshine leads the new summon around the church, showing routes, rooms and chores. Sunshine doesn't notice how the other is not paying attention to Sunshine, or at least not to what they're saying but rather their looks.
Once the two walk back to the ghoul quarters Sunshine turns to the other, "Ehm, they are still working on new rooms so there isn't one for you yet. You are welcome to stay with me for so long if you want to"
"oh, yeah, uhm thanks"
"But first, dinner," Sunshine says, already smelling the food.
Dinner goes somewhat smoothless, once the new summon is given a quick rundown of how eating upside goes. 'They're a fast learner' Sunshine thinks, staring at her. Well it may be more admiring than just staring.
"Hey Sunny, are you still with us here, we asked you something?" a voice sounds
"oh, huh, sorry I was thinking" Sunshine mutters
Cumulus raises her eyebrow at them but goes back to eating before they can comment on it.
"Sunshine. Do you know where she will sleep?" Mountain asked, motioning to the new summon.
"Yeah I told her, she is welcome to stay in my room." Sunshine answers quickly.
Mountain raises his eyebrow at them but shrugs it off, at least they didn't have to figure that out anymore.
Sunshine grabbed the new summon along to their room after dinner, "It is not a lot yet, I'm still working on it, but it is better than nothing." Sunshine exclaims while dragging the small ghoulette with them.
"Welcome in, even though you've already seen it" Sunshine announces opening their door, showing their room, it is small with light blue walls painted with flower fields at the bottom. The bed is small but big enough to fit the two small ghouls. The mirror is leaning against the dresser in the corner.
"It looks quite lovely" the smaller one exclaims, 'not as lovely as you' Sunshine thinks.
The rest of the evening the two sit on the bed, talking about life in the pit and upside. Both learning a lot about the other, making them admire the other even more. By the time Cirrus comes in to check on them, both are beaming and talking loudly.
"Hey little fellas!" Cirrus says with a smile.
"What do you want, giant?" Sunshine smiles back.
"Look outside, I think you'll like it, anyways, have fun and good night" Cirrus says before slipping out the door.
The new summon raises her eyebrow at Sunshine, who shrugs "Shall we go onto the roof?"
"Can we?" the smaller one beams
"Surely" Sunshine smiles
"Careful. Now place your foot here. And voila, we're up!" Sunshine exclaims, looking up at the sky.
Aurora Borealis
How did they forget it was going to be this visible tonight?
"Look" Sunshine points at the sky, the small ghoulette follows their gesture, "holy shit, that's beautiful"
"It is" Sunshine says, sitting down and gesturing for the other to join them
For a while they sit in silence, admiring the sky. Shovelling closer and closer to each other while the night cools down.
"I understand a little why you said I remind you of it" The new ghoulette says after a while, startling Sunshine.
“The dancing of the colours in the sky is similar to the colours shifting over my skin” the shorter ghoulette continues, “Maybe that could be my name!”
“Aurora?” Sunshine asks unsure.
“Yes!” she exclaims, almost losing her balance, Sunshine grabs her and pulls her close against them. “I do like the name Aurora, and it does fit you well, but please don’t fall off the roof, you have a tour to do first” Sunshine smiles.
“Thank you” Aurora says, her voice still filled with fear.
“Don’t worry about it, I am here if you need anything” Sunshine says, Aurora curling against them enjoying the warmth radiating off of them.
“Why are you so nice and warm?” Aurora slurs out, half dozing off already.
“Because I am a multi; air, fire and a little quintessence” Sunshine says proudly.
“That is cool” Aurora says, snuggling even more into Sunshine’s warmth.
“I think it may be time to head back inside and get some sleep, I know from experience that sleeping on the roof is not very comfortable or liked by the upper clergy.” Sunshine says, carefully pushing Aurora off.
“Hmmmpf, Can I just take a small nap here, please?” Aurora says, turning her head and giving Sunshine puppy eyes. “Oh so that is your tactic, fine. You may take a nap, only because you are new” Sunshine smiles at her.
After a few minutes Aurora has dozed off, softly snoring while being half curled against Sunshine. Who just enjoys the company of their new pack mate, finally having time to understand their thoughts and feelings.
Ever since they saw her, their stomach was twisting, their heart was beating just a little faster and oh, the staring. They could not stop staring at her, at her wavy hair, coloured so brightly pink and purple. The way that their dress fit her so perfect, creating one of the prettiest smiles they had ever seen. Were they in love? But even if they truly were (which surprise was truly true), they should let her adapt to the upside first. They would let time take the lead, they would see where things would go but for now they just enjoyed the moment.
Aurora was still peacefully sleeping an hour later, Sunshine had only been thinking. “Hey, little space bug, I think I like you. But having said that, can you move maybe” Sunshine whispers while carefully pushing Aurora off of them a bit. “Mphf, I was so comfy” Aurora protests, but she sits up regardless. “Fine, let’s go to bed” she sighs.
Once back in, now their room, Sunshine gives her a random shirt and pair of shorts. Aurora cocks her eyebrow at them, “Pyjama, we sleep in different clothes than we live in during the day” Sunshine explains “Also that is probably not my shirt, we tend to just take each others clothes, so don’t worry about it too much”
“Thanks” Aurora says, carefully sniffing the shirt, the smell was mostly Sunshine but had a vague hint of the smell of the ghoulette who was also there when she was summoned. She shrugs and changes into the other clothes.
“We shall figure out this all better tomorrow, okay?” Sunshine suggests, seeing Aurora confused about seemingly everything.
“Sounds like a plan” Aurora smiles, plopping down onto the bed. Sunshine joins her, laying down by the wall. “You can make yourself comfortable wherever you like” they say, half curling up. Aurora hesitates for a moment before she lays down and curls against Sunshine. Snuggling her face into their shoulder. Sunshine hesitates before they drape their arm over her and pull her closer to them. And curled up together, tails and limbs intertwined they fall asleep.
The next morning they are found like that, both smiling and snoring softly by Aether, who takes a picture to gush over later before leaving them to be. He is mostly just happy that the new ghoulette has found her place already.
#sunshine ghoulette#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost band#ghost#nameless ghoulettes#cirrus ghoulette#aether ghoul#aurora#aurora ghoulette#aurora x sunshine#sunshine x aurora#imbus ghoulette#stratus ghoulette#ghost band fanfic#ghost fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#ghost band fanfiction#ghost bc
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Steven Adler X Reader
A/n: Dedicated to the most beautiful man ever, Steven Adler🤭🫶
Word count: 820
Warnings: Fluff & Axl being a controlling older brother😤
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"Y/n, can you get the door? It'll be the guys!" My brother, William yelled from the kitchen. "You're in the kitchen, walk for once," I yelled back. "You're right there," He shouted. I rolled my eyes and opened the door. Behind it stood my brothers friends and band members, Duff, Saul, Izzy and Steven. I've never really had a thing for my brothers friends but when I say Steven is different, I really mean it. He's literally the definition of perfect. His blonde hair which was almost always messy but framed his face in the most perfect way possible. His blue eyes feeling like a gut punch with how breathtaking they were. And my favourite of all, his bright smile. His soft, plump lips always curved upwards, revealing his perfect teeth. I wonder how his lips would feel on mine or how they'd feel, between my legs ma- "Y/n? You okay?" I heard Duff say. "Huh? Yeah, just thinking about some homework I've got for college. I'll be in my room," I spoke not quiet enough to be a whisper but not loud enough to be speaking. Not quick enough to be rushed but not slow enough to be a stroke.
I rushed upstairs to my room and sat down on my bed, just staring at the ceiling. Now, normally by now I would've asked Steven out but I can remember the conversation or pep talk if you will, that he gave to the guys the first time they met me.
"The ground rules for you four are, One, no dating my sister. Rule two, No kissing my sister. Lastly, no sex, AT ALL with her. Am I fucking clear?" He stated. "What's the fun in that?" Slash joked, causing Axl to throw a magazine at him. "Fine, god! We get it," he rolled his eyes. The rest of them just grunted a 'yeah'.
"Hey, y/n? You okay?" I heard a voice from the other side of my door. "Huh? Oh, yeah, fine thanks," I replied, just wishing they'd go away so I could continue thinking about someone I can't have. "Is it okay if I come in?" He spoke again. "I guess so," I replied once again. The door knob twisted and in walked no one other than Steven. "Oh, Stevie, I didn't realise it was you," I perked up as he closed the door behind him. "Yeah, you looked at me weird when you welcomed us in," he smiled. "That's just my face, I'm afraid," I joked. "No it's not. I know your face, your face is usually filled with life, love and happiness. Today, you look..." he stalled, looking for the word. "Pissed off?" I finished his sentence with how I was actually feeling. "I was gonna say like you're plotting Axl's death but that'll do," he laughed. There it was again, his angelic smile. "But in all seriousness, what's wrong?," He asked. "Nothing out of the ordinary, just Axl getting in the way of my life because he doesn't want to believe I'm an adult," I explained. "I know he's a tad bit controlling, Y/n, but he's just trying to keep you safe and happy," he replied. "If he wanted to keep me happy, he'd let me date who I want. I can't have one fucking relationship where he doesn't chime in and ruin it. It's the same with the person I like now, him and his stupid, possessive, shitty fucking rules are stopping me from having a relationship I really, really want," I started crying half way through the sentence, making Steven place his arms around me and pull me into his chest. "He can't stop you from doing what you want but he can help you make better decisions for yourself. Maybe you should talk to him and see if you can come to an agreement on this person," he replied. "I can't, Stevie. The person is off limits one hundred percent," I started crying more, but not from sadness, from anger. "Oh, Y/n. Who is it? Maybe I can help you with them," He offered. "I can't tell you," I mumbled. "I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other?" He begged. "We don't but this is too much for us," I sobbed. "If you don't want to tell me, I underst-". "It's you, Stevie. I love you, I want to be with you but Axl will lose his shit," I interrupted him. "R-really?" He whispered. "Why would I lie about something like that?" I mumbled. Before either of us could say something else, he kissed my lips, hungrily, desperately. I kissed him back, the kiss turning heated but in a romantic way. Not sloppy but not all that coordinated. "We can find a way around Axl's rules because I fucking adore you, Y/n Rose," He grinned, making me go all gooey inside.
That fucking smile.
#guns n roses#gnr#steven gnr#slash gnr#axl gnr#duff gnr#izzy gnr#izzy stradlin imagine#axl rose imagine#duff mckagan imagine
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Summary: Arsenal players figure out Leandro's secret.
Set sometime not long after Leandro transferred to Arsenal.
As usual, part of my supernatural au!
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"So, how old are you?" Rob asks.
The corners of Leandro's mouth twitch slightly. He gets that kind of question a lot, and while it's honestly understandable considering what he is, he doesn't think he'll ever enjoy getting asked about it. Busying himself to pull a small plastic bag full of red liquid out of his satchel and poke a hole in it with his teeth, he replies, perhaps a tad too quickly, "Twenty eight. You could've looked it up on my Wikipedia page."
"Perhaps," Rob agrees, voice calm as if they're just discussing the weather or something equally trivial. "But how long have you been twenty eight, exactly?"
There it is, the imaginary sound of a hammer hitting the nail right in the head. And judging from Rob's small smirk, Leandro knows it's not just a casual question. The center-back knows precisely what he's saying, and he's expecting the right answer as well.
"Who do you think I am, Edward Cullen?" Leandro shoots back, a little harsher than he's intended to be as he thrusts a straw inside his plastic bag. "Am I in The Twilight Saga or something?"
Rob shrugs. "Well, you look like you could be twenty five and two hundred years old at the same time, so I'm just curious."
Silence ensues as the whole table sits waiting for Leandro's answer, much to the Belgian's annoyance. Taking his sweet time sipping the content of his plastic bag, he thinks about what to say. He knows his teammates are cool with him being a vampire, but some things about his life are better left untold, and he doesn't know how they'd react to it. And while he cannot help what he's born as, he doesn't want to be judged.
But the Arsenal players have been kind to him since he arrived there. Almost too kind. Ben showed him around the training ground, Rob introduced him to everyone including the staff, Martin dragged him to the cafeteria so that he can eat together with the other players regardless of his unusual diet. In no time, they've made him part of them, despite only joining in the middle of the season, and he knows that if there's someone who deserves to know the truth about him, it's them.
So, after much deliberation, Leandro says, rather cautiously, "A while. And it's nothing special, I can tell you. Immortality is overrated anyway."
A wide grin splits Rob's face, and Leandro prepares himself for a barrage of questions from his teammates, until he notices Ben thrusting a few pound notes to Aaron under the table.
"Wait, did you guys have a bet about this??" Leandro asks in disbelief. "That's what all this ruse is about?? You're betting about me and my supposed immortality?"
Ben shrugs unapologetically. "Well, we want to know as well, and since it's easiest to ask you ourselves…"
Leandro shakes his head and puts his head inside his arms. "I can't believe this."
"Hey, don't be mad," Aaron grins, ruffling Leandro's hair. "This is just for fun, you see. We won't judge you for that either, in case you must know, and we won't make you tell us anything that you don't feel comfortable sharing."
"Thanks for that, I guess," Leandro mumbles, still with his head buried.
Ben pats his shoulder. "And when you're finished with your 'meal', don't forget to throw away your blood bag in the yellow bin. It's still considered medical waste, you know."
He gets the middle finger from Leandro in response.
fin
#look. little leo is a vampire don't @ me#and yes he's immortal#i have a whole backstory planned for him but idk if i'll ever get around to write it#leandro trossard#arsenal#arsenal fc#fanfiction#football fanfiction#fic#football fic#fanfic#football fanfic#arsenal fanfiction#supernatural au#fic dump#my works
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Well, in Rouge's case, while I imagine her natural abilities is enough to get the job done at the bare minimum, any gadgets she'd have would just mainly be ones for spy work. {This also applies to those who has specific jobs.} (Unlike Tails, who often has to adapt to whatever problem is going on at the moment. Which would mean modifying or hijacking what he has on the fly. What was once a vacuum can be a flamethrower at any moment. In a way, it can actually make him a bit unpredictable, compared to those who have a specific form of combat. {Sonic's a quick thinker and uses his environment to his advantage, but would you catch him with guns?} He could be demolition, a trapper, defensive wall, setup/diversion or a summons lord. Whatever support is needed at the moment.)
In fairness, Rouge, Charmy and even Cream don't get a lot of opportunities to use their flight much other than maneuvering. Tails is more or less the same spot, be it game or adaption. (It comes down to it being used in different gameplay more, like that one Eggman boss from the original trilogy where he essentially has infinite flight. I think Tails Adventure had one too.) As far as shows which are generally free from game limitations, outside of AOSTH and Boom, they seem very keen on keeping him glued to the ground unfortunately.
What's funnier is that in Sonic X; which predates Lost World by nearly a decade, he actually did this before. At the end the episode where the Chaotix try to pair Tails with Cosmo, just before he returns the trinket she dropped earlier, you see it wrapped up in one of his tails. Just like the toothpick. And this adaption had Sega's hand on it. (And just to throw more tidbits out there: Tails using himself as a fan predates Archie and Mania, from a very old minigame from a popcorn machine. Where you see him fanning the flames, to a point where he slides a bit and has to reposition himself. And depending on how he uses this supposed tornado move in Superstars, it could be a "semi-nod" to the AOSTH episode Tails Prevails. {As well as another hc of mine being fuifilled. Tails being able to blow stuff away just makes sense})
Eye for an eye, it's a fair trade. :P (Heh, been trying to explore interactions that don't get touched on very much. Good place to start is to find a base that strongly supports both and work from there.)
Oh, I meant more like. Why can't Rouge use Tails's gadgets?
I do think Tails rebuilding his weapons on the fly (hehe) is a cool idea, and I could totally see it in a comic or a cartoon, how do you implement it in the games? I guess it's not impossible to come up with an explanation... oh it could be really cool if during the game you found a "base" that you can modify into a weapon of your choice (different ones with different strengths and weaknesses), and it would make people want to replay the game to choose a different weapon and try to beat the levels with it. (Maybe there could be a weapon that is harder to use so you pick it if you want to basically pick hard mode) It all sounds really cool but I'm not sure if we could actually get it in the games though. (Plus Tails being the sidekick can't ever be cooler than Sonic, you know how it is)
I also think Rouge has an advantage here too since she can also glide and maneuver with her wings, while the kids need to constantly flap/spin to stay in the air, so I don't believe they'd be able to replicate her fighting style with all of them cool kicks. (What little we see of Rouge(s) fighting in Prime is well done I think. Tails uses a drone :| But now that I started thinking about it, it's starting to make sense but uh. He's fighting in Boom and the comics though, and I'm already suspending my disbelief by believing he can fly in the first place, soo)
(Also I don't think there's infinite flight in Tails Adventure, in Sky Patrol you're forced to constantly be flying but if you don't replenish your stamina and get tired and fall, you lose)
Nooo way. (I need to rewatch X. Someday). It actually makes me feel better because I love that silly thing and if it was even in X we might see it again, I'm taking it as a win.
Also about Superstars, Sonic and Knuckles just get their regular attacks that they have in Modern Games (punching amd homing attack if I'm remembering correctly); I hope it means that the attacks Amy and Tails get would be added to their modern gameplay later on too. (Also interesting that they're using the clear emerald for this, because in Fleetway it also had special powers compared to others even if it manifested a little differently, it was basically the ME before the ME was a thing)
One thing I find interesting when it comes to Tails and Knuckles, is their interest in history. It makes sense for Knuckles, though seems a bit out of left field for Tails (but alas he must be the exposition fairy even when Knux isn't around), I wonder if Tails got into it because of Knuckles. (Also they're both afraid of ghosts, it's funny).
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Just so you know it's been almost 2 months since you last updated honor roll. You've haven't been uploading much (headcanons don't count as real writing)
Greetings. You'll have to excuse the following bit of word vomit, I'm writing this on my commute to work and this is all I can do to keep from bursting out laughing.
Thank you for sending the message to keep me accountable, but I don't recall promising I'd have the next chapter out exactly by 2 months, just that I'd do my best to stick to that deadline. Between real life and sleep, I'm lucky to get even a couple hours each day to devote to writing, and as much fun as it would be I don't live in fictional writing worlds to be thinking about them 24/7. (I've also been keeping a reminder on my calendar and it's still 3 weeks away till the 2 month mark, so I think the urgency isn't that warranted).
If you must know the reason for this particular chapter delay, it's that I'm having trouble coming up with a scenario that I'd think would be satisfying to read. (Coming up with Chev's actions and dialogue is giving me particular pains) I consider myself my biggest critic, and I've set a pretty high bar on what I deem is worth of making it out in the internet world. It's nice to know there's someone out there waiting for it to be updated, but I'd also think that person would like the next chapter to be written well, so they'd understand the delay.
For your other comment, I have posted a few other bits of writing since June (yes, other than the headcanons), maybe you just missed them? I did set up a masterlist of my work this past week if you want to check that out.
And on that note, I guess we have differing opinions when it comes to what counts as legitimate writing. I am not a full-time writer, I can only pretend to wield that power a few hours a week, but to me and I'm sure the many people who take it up as a hobby anything we create that has words that took time and effort to think up and arrange in a way we find interesting and want to share counts as writing. Sure headcanons may take less time to think up and write than your average fic, but that doesn't make it any less real. At least that's what I believe. Also writing, especially hobby writing, is for the writer first and foremost. The fact that these wonderful people choose to share their work for the public to enjoy is a privilege, not a right.
So thank you for your ask because it let me know there's someone out there who's looking out for me at least in some way. And apologies if the answer was deeper than you might have intended it to have gone. Hope you'll still look forward to the next stuff I post.
(And to all you people who have an inkling how to write a cranky morning chev, throw this girl a bone please 😭)
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I totally agree that carlos is like half (maybe more) here but like where's ferrari here? You have a driver slowly going rogue and they just sit there and looking like passengers. You can't expect to be taken seriously as a top team when you can't control a driver who basically has a win + a pole under his belt and is also way back in the standings.
It also really baffles me the way he seems to have Ferrari in a chokehold. Here's the thing.
We started the season, with bold statements and promises that Ferrari will finally deliver a car to CHARLES specifically. A car worthy of a championship and worthy of his talent. Binotto's head was also apparently in danger, as his contract is coming to an end, and basically only a title can help him keep his place.
So what happened in these couple of months? Why now are he just happy with random victories and equal status in the team, when you spend the 2021 season again, hyping up the tifosi about CHARLES bringing the championship back to maranello?
No, you're absolutely correct. I think this is where a big part of the outrage and backlash is stemming from. Of course Carlos has his own ambitions, but they're actively letting him put that ahead of the team's best interests. The management is completely passive to the point of frustration, and then instead of admitting they made mistakes or trying to course correct, they only double down when everyone can see they're in the wrong.
I don't want to subscribe to conspiracy theories but it really is disconcerting and nonsensical. It's not a case of Carlos outperforming Charles and giving them reason to reconsider who they back for the title. He's miles behind in any normal scenario. Everyone can see it, but they just don't seem to care. So I guess internal politics and Santander and all of that is playing a bigger role than we have assumed. Why Ferrari, an iconic legendary powerful racing team is bending over backwards to satisfy Team Sainz, is beyond me.
It's like they believed in the title up until a certain point and then they just thew threw the whole thing out. I don't want to say it started soon after Carlos got that extension but... It was just sad seeing Ferrari care less and less about the WDC and Charles pretty much being the only who who still believed/believes. At this point it's just cruel to keep him hanging on and keep him loyal through 2020-21 with the promise of 2022 being his to lose, and then pull the rug right from under him in arguably the worst way possible. No one could have seen this coming. Genuinely. People assumed they'd lose the title because, idk, Red Bull built the superior car, or they're bested by mechanical issues, or whatever. But whatever is happening now... no one could've foreseen that. It goes against logic and the statements Ferrari had fed us for months/years which is why it hurts. At this point it's deliberate, the lack of willingness to fight for it, and that's more disappointing than them losing it through bad luck or genuine incompetence would've been.
I guess they are. By own admission, they are. They want to be a team that randomly appears on the podium and wins here and there and apparently that's it, that's enough, that's satisfactory. Never mind Charles, but what about the guys at the factory that worked their asses off to build a car that could genuinely fight for the championship after two years of having difficult cars? Happily throwing away points like this is honestly so disrespectful to many, many people and the efforts they're putting in. At the end of the day they will bring neither the WDC nor the WCC to Maranello, that's pretty much a given by now. So I really wonder what the attitude is like back at the factory among the everymen that don't have a say on track, what they think of Ferrari squandering their chances like this? 🤔
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update on my thing with cigarettes:
i genuinely dont know where it came from, maybe playing disco ely, but I just have this constant desire to have a smoke. and it really doesnt help that I see at least one person smoking whenever i leave the house. i guess im just really confused. i wasnt afflicted to second hand smoke when every adult near me smoked, or i wouldve seen the effects of that way sooner. and growing up ive always been so confused as to why someone would want to smoke cigarettes. that was like the one thing i wouldnt do to get a friend. so im just confused as to why. at least I cant buy cigarettes yet so theres that like safety net for me. and my sibling wont offer me one because they just arent that type of person, they'd need to know that I already smoke for them to feel comfortable offering. and while the tone of voice i use while thinking about those things tends to be negative, I genuinely im glad for them. because I really don't want to get lung cancer when i dont even understand why i desire it so much.
i should really talk to an adult about this. but I just dont trust them to give any helpful advice, just some shit like "dont throw your life away" or "smoking kills". thats the problem with me I think, i dont truly trust anyone, not even myself. but it doesnt manifest in a way where I wont let somebody borrow something from me because i dont trust them to not break it,, it comes in this way, where I don't trust that anybody means what they say, and I dont trust anybody enough to even give them a chance to prove me wrong. and the adults near me have succesfully gaslighted me into believing that im not aware of my emotions, or myself in general,, and that they know better.
i really need therapy, but i dont trust it to be any different from the hundreds of times ive talked to different adults about my feelings. I'd need somebody to force me to go, but also then id just mask the whole time and not get anything out of it.
did i mention that i talked to my sister a week ago. we basically just had a therapy session together, talking about our trauma and depression and shit. she told me that one of my expiriences sounded a lot like depersonalisation. ive heard that term before, but I have this thing where i can never believe that theres actually anything wrong with me. anything that you could diagnose or put a word to at least. but hearing my sister, a third party, say that, actually helped a bit in that regard.
im really tired. and i need to eat. and take my meds.
im so tired dude. of everything.
#i feel the need to apologise for writing this but i will compromise for saying this instead because apologising for this isnt a good habit#tearful stuff
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Au where Mewtwosona didn't escape Team Rocket and is now one of their assets and was traded to another facility where they encountered @blues-sues Rue!
So au go brr for one and for two the guards faces are static cause they're not important yeet I just figured Rue probably isn't allowed to wander without an escort and they'd also want an escort for the new asset. Also Rue I adore you but ur tail stripe gave me so much trouble and for what (don't worry I still love u)
So Rue and the sona weren't actually meant to meet each other yet! By accident they passed each other as Rue left examination and they were taken to examination being traded in from another building
Sona requires limited to no control plans due to being as this building finds out a bit of a dud. No move pool terrible stats no real psychic capabilities they quickly realised why the other building were chill trading them over. She does have good stamina and endurance supposedly and can mega evolve though just requires some assistance with it.
The devices around her neck and wrist are artificial energy introducers. Which translated means they're shock cuffs and collar. To trigger mega evo they just shock her continuously to either activate/energise the mega stone or trigger fight or flight enough to make her mega up. Has a mega X stone. Look team rocket is nothing if not cruel.
Rue and the sona officially meet a few days after this brief encounter for a sparring/training match. They figured hey either this'll prove she can mega evolve and wasn't an absolute cheat by the other building or Rue gets to beat them to a pulp and after we can throw it back at those assholes.
After they watch Rue probably very much winning the spar for a bit (but probably not going all out she can probably tell the Sonas a bit weak and I can't see her actively beating on her just light smacking because she's been told to fight her) they eventually would use the AEIs and it would trigger a mega evolution and apparently access to moves, psychic ability and ferocity levelling the playing field where the match probably gets stopped and called a draw
Sona isn't tiny sona is just far away XD sona is about 5'4 just a bit shorter than Rue but with a shorter tail. She's also usually heavily freckled I just,,,cbas lmao
If asked about the AEIs sona would shrug it off like oh they're just introducing energy into my body and I guess it's a bit overwhelming but they aren't trying to hurt me (honey...) I think if Sona did imply they did it on purpose they probably wouldn't want Rue around her can't have Rue questioning them
Un/Luckily sona was born and raised in team rocket and thus trust and believe them so would be permitted around Rue probably cause yea two who also believes us make friends.
Sonas chest piece in this au is slightly grey off color just a little grey spot around the mega stone, it's nothing to worry about at all Sona tells Rue they were part of a hybrid project but apparently forgotten but maybe not and it was some hybrid feature coming through. Or just a bruise haha! It's all fine :)
Sona doesn't need her glasses when mega for some reason and uses them for distance vision often taking them off to read and such. She would also probably try to help Rue the best she could with mega evolution despite being unable to do so unassisted like she can try to help! Wants to halp friend.
The original idea for the drawing I wanted to do of these two was them on a table together leaning shoulders together just leaning into each other chatting giggling, I was inspired mentally by Rue sitting on the table during her ask time but lmao I had to ✨establish✨ first visual contact.
I might do that eventually lmao. Idk I just love Rue and to some degree Rue going??? Who dis bitch??? Is very funny to me XD slightly offended and challenged by this other two until she realises she's a bit shit and is like oh nvm why was I even nervous.
#my art#Mewtwosona#Other people's oc#Blues-sues#Blue-sues Rue#Mewtwo#I love Rues like petite horns idk there was something so endearing seeing her lil horns like they sparked joy#Then there's sonas stupid big ones XD#Sona needs a name lmao#Probably just gonna be May or something that's my go to XD plus she may be useful#May-be she'll be worth keeping around ect#I also tried to incorporate more of ur style in my art this time when drawing Rue and my sona#So like kinda Blue-sues style#Outta respect while also probably butchering it I'm sorry lmao
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