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islandofsages · 4 months

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Hey ! Can I ask for the Diasomnia boys reacting to a male!Ignihyde!reader who join the gargoyle club (idk if it's name) ?

Like, the reader is really just interest in the gargoyles, and isn't scare of Malleus (or anyone, really. Man is too tired for being scare.)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

Have a good day/night ! And happy new year too.

characters: diasomnia boys x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format; mentions of malleus in literally everything, lilia being a dad

warnings: none

author's notes: reader is so idgaf energy i love it. also i just remembered the small font feature exists LMAO do tell me if it's too small, i'll change it back to the original size!! if not, i'll change my previous posts to the smaller font. also you have a good day/night too anon ! and happy new year :D

Malleus Draconia

Oh? You want to join the Gargoyle Studies Club? You’re being serious? Oh!

Words cannot describe how happy he is about a fellow gargoyle appreciator though his expression doesn’t really show that

And to think you see him as just another dude… such honor was bestowed upon him…!

He’ll excitedly bring you to every gargoyle he’s found on campus and infodump about them - and you’d write them down somewhere if you’re in the mood

Sometimes you’d find new gargoyles and bring him to them and you start to do likewise

Even outside of club activities you two geek out about gargoyles at times which has earned you two the title of nerds

“Have I told you about the time I’ve met talking gargoyles? I never thought I would see such a day…”

Gargoyles aside, he has times where he confides his personal daily life in you and in turn, he’ll ask you what’s it like being in Ignihyde, etc

After being around each other so much, it feels weird when you guys aren’t together - some people would ask where Malleus is whenever you’re on your own, and vice versa

People found it weird how close an Ignihyde student is to someone from a different dorm too and you’re not sure if you should be flattered or not

But in a sense, Malleus really is your other nerdy half.

Sebek Zigvolt

You?????? Join the club where Malleus is president and is the only member of?????????

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY OF JOINING SUCH A CLUB?”

Well, for one, the fact that you’re unfazed by his constant yelling and therefore probably too tired to be fazed by anything, consequently making you the perfect companion to Malleus because you wouldn’t react inappropriately to Malleus’ conduct

And that you actually are interested in gargoyles. That too. You tell all this to him

He clutches his head with one hand, debating your logic. You don’t know how and why but he accepts your argument

That doesn’t stop him from monitoring you two’s activities from afar but, again, you couldn’t care less. A sixteen year old’s fanatics is just part of the growing process

Outside of club activities, he interrogates you on what you’ve discussed with Malleus and you just tell him the truth: gargoyles

At some point, he gets so engrossed in your infodump about gargoyles his eyes shine with a new light

Of course, he mentions something about Malleus obviously liking something so interesting and befitting of his status - but he also thanks you for enlightening him on the topic and that he’ll go to you for more information if need be

You’ve converted him. You sometimes see him clutching a book about gargoyles around the school. It’s filled with notes sticking out of the pages. And a portion of that sometimes he’ll run to you to confirm about a fact or two

Maybe it’s safe to say you two are kind of friends now.

Silver

He doesn’t think too much of it other than being glad that Malleus finally has a fellow gargoyle fan he can geek out with

He’d see you and Malleus chatting it up around campus and he can’t stop the tender smile on his face from making an appearance

Sometimes he himself will try to strike up a conversation with you and gargoyle geek aside, he finds that you’re just a pleasant person to talk to and be around

He admits he’s not too close with any of the folks from Ignihyde aside for the Shroud brothers but you brush him off by saying that nobody is really

He also admires how you don’t really let anything get to you. Again, you shrug it off by half-joking that you’re too tired to be scared by anything at this point

He somewhat empathizes with you on that point, grieving over his narcoleptic tendencies with a heavy sigh

You try your best to cheer him up or if you have experience with such things, you give him advice on how to manage it

You then jest that he can tag along with you and Malleus’ club activities whenever he’s free if he wants. The more, the merrier, right?

He ponders it for a minute and nods. You didn’t think he’d actually accept the offer

“I don’t see a reason to refuse. Sebek and I have accompanied Malleus on his trips before. I’m sure this time around will be more fun with you here.”

And so you all do. You all have a royal time together - and the joy on Silver’s face is especially princely.

Lilia Vanrouge

He sheds (crocodile) tears at the thought of Malleus finally having an additional member in his one-man club more friends

Since you’re chill about it, he is too! As long as you get along with Malleus, everything will be fine and dandy

If anything, he’s a bit impressed by how it takes more than the average amount to gain a reaction out of you

…and a bit concerned. Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? His paternal instincts kick in when you tell him you’re too tired to have a reaction to anything

He knows that Ignihyde students are mostly shut-ins but he still advises you and makes sure you get a balanced diet

It’s like he’s adopted yet another son

“Oh, (Y/N), you really ought to take care of yourself more.”

You grow a bit annoyed at him sometimes but you know his intentions are good so you don’t protest

You do feel very loved though. You didn’t expect this much from just joining a club for a topic you’re genuinely interested in

But you have to admit it is kind of hard to come by people who aren’t intimidated by the Malleus Draconia, even if you don’t see it as anything special

What’s special, though, is the affection Lilia holds for you.

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wynnyfryd · 3 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 45

part 1 | part 44 | ao3

Nancy, Jonathan, and some guy with the longest hair Steve's ever seen are standing in a loose circle with Eddie and his bandmates, talking and sort of dance-nodding along to The Power of Love by Huey Lewis (a fact that Steve absolutely intends to mock his boyfriend for the second he gets the chance), and Steve, like, mentally girds his loins.

He and Jon are cool with each other, and he and Eddie are obviously, uh, plenty warmed up to one another by now, but the rest of them...

One's a stranger, one's an ex who seems drunk as shit and is currently so invested in spinning around to the music that she hasn't opened her eyes to notice him, and the other three are thawing to him at a truly glacial pace. Steve hasn't so much as been invited to watch a rehearsal yet because Eddie's 'still working on them' and needs 'a bit more time, but don't worry, they'll come around.'

They don't openly scowl when he and Robin approach, though, so Steve takes that as a win.

"Harrington!" Eddie calls, bowing deeply to add, "Lady Buckley."

Steve would feel stung by the surname if not for how downright giddy Eddie sounds. God, he loves tipsy Eddie; fucking Disney cartoon boy.

"Munson," he plays along, giving him a sly grin and a shoulder bump as he sidles up next to him. "Didn't know you were allowed to leave the basement at these things."

Jeff interrupts his air-guitaring to glare at Steve, bur Eddie holds out a hand and assures him that Steve's just fucking around. Before Steve can apologize or defend himself, Long Hair Guy leans in across the circle, his eyes wide and intense and bloodshot to hell.

"Dude," he greets. "You have. Such beautiful hair."

Steve barks a laugh. Robin rolls her eyes. Jonathan also rolls his eyes, but it seems more fond and less annoyed. "Can't take you anywhere," he mutters to the guy, then asks them, "You guys met Argyle yet?"

Steve holds out a hand. Confusion washes over him as he processes what Jonathan just said. "Uh." Argyle. "Like the sweater?"

"Yeah, man," Argyle smiles, dopey and slow. Sure. The guy in head-to-toe tie-dye and a neon green fanny pack is named Argyle. Why not? "My parents wanted a sheep, but they got me, instead."

Jonathan laughs like it's the funniest joke he's ever heard. Steve's pretty sure he's too sober for this conversation.

They exchange handshakes, and Robin asks if she can touch the guy's hair, and they all slip into easy, friendly conversation, naturally splintering into smaller groups of twos and threes. Steve's just getting the rundown on all the 'sick new gear' the band got for Christmas when the song changes, and god, this night just could not get better.

"Oh, fuck off!" Eddie groans in the DJ's direction.

Steve has to practically swallow his lips to keep himself from cackling, and then he gives up and does it, anyway, because Eddie looks like he just sucked a lemon while watching a dog die as his bandmates all start sing-shouting along. "We're talking away..."

"No." Eddie wheels around and points a finger at Steve, because Steve's singing, too.

Steve just sings louder. "I don't know what, I'm to say!"

"Oh, my god." He scrubs a hand down his face, dragging the skin down until Steve can see the pale pink of his inner eyelid. "Nobody I know has any goddamn taste!"

"Maybe you don't have any taste!" Robin teases, bouncing around and swinging her arms haphazardly to the music.

Nancy backs her up with a mumbled "Yeah!" but she's still spinning around in such tight circles that Steve doubts she has a single clue what's happening in the argument right now. Which is kind of endearing, actually. He likes how willing she is to stick up for people.

The chorus kicks in; Gareth air-drums the switch to half time just before Frank does an honestly super impressive falsetto of 'in a day or twoooooo', and Eddie despairs while Steve laughs his fucking head off.

—

part 46

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #corroded coffin #my writing #my fic

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nathanielzalexandria · 1 year

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I love all the headcanons of "Steve is not dumb he's..." Hard of hearing, has poor eyesight, learning disability or his primary language is not English. I particularly enjoyed @dwobbitfromtheshire 's recent headcanon that he's hiding it because his father hates feeling inferior and only Eddie realizes that he is not dumb. But I would like to throw my own hat in the ring.

Steve is not dumb. Actually, he's quite smart and did quite well in school (because his parents would not expect anything less). He just wasn't into nerd culture and everyone just placed their stereotypes and rumours of him being a pretty and privileged rich jock who bought his way out of school but couldn't buy his way into college. Nevermind that he was in the top 10 students of his year and for most of his classes if not topping them and if not he wasn't failing the rest other than one or two science/math-based (rumours say the school forged those marks so that Steve could continue sports) and had a 3.6 GPA. It wasn't enough to get into his Dad's alma mater so his dad dismissed any of the other schools he got accepted into.

He does not try to hide his intelligence from Nancy or the Party, but Nancy had bought into the "Steve is simple-minded " narrative and the like before they got together and failed to realize that they are both in the same AP classes that were full of seniors and in any group or partnered project he more-than-well pulled his weight and had his own insights. So she spreads the narrative to Mike who spreads it to the rest of the party so by the time the events that befan with Dustin asks him for help with his "dog" and developed into concussed in the back of a car while a preteen drove his car, the kids have also bought into parts of the narrative. It doesn't help that he really isn't into the stereotypical nerdy stuff

Even his best friend Robin believed the lie until she worked with him and then got tortured with him by Russians. She eventually realises that he's way smarter in a practical sense than people give him credit for (he did raise himself since he was 11 or so) but does not think of it as stretching into the academic side of his life. She has not stopped calling him "dingus" though.

Eddie on the other hand knows better, which is why when a specific exam was coming up he turned to Steve.

He barged into the Harrington home a day when tye entire party was their.

"Stevie, you either have to tutor me or lend me your notes for this class. I am not failing this class and increasing the possibility of another year at fucking Hawkins."

Mike and Dustin burst out laughing at that before Steve can answer.

"I know you're e bad at that subject, but I didn't realise you were desperate enough to use Steve's notes," Dustin says with that condescending tone that means it should be obvious to Eddie.

Mike snorts at that derisively, "If he even has notes."

"Maybe," Lucas said diplomatically, "there are better options than using Steve's notes?"

Nancy steps up next offering some of her notes and flashcards since she took the class last year/is taking the class, "It's not my strongest subject but if we do a study group I'm sure you won't fail the class."

Eddie stares at the group with growing bewilderment as they agree that Nancy is the best choice while implying that Steve was not. Actually, they were acting as though he was dumb for even asking Steve, which made no sense to him.

Eddie turned his eyes to Steve. His posture by the kitchen island was much more different than when Eddie burst in. He had subtly curled into himself as if to make himself smaller, shoulders tense and a resignation on his face as if he's been through this conversation so many times before.

It was almost as if...

"You guys think that Steve is dumb, don't you?"

There was the type of silence that only comes when the quiet part is said outloud.

"No we don't think Steve's dumb," Robin begins and Eddie can hear the 'but' before she even said it, "But you know he wasn't good at the school part of school."

She continued to ramble on from there but Eddie did not hear any of it. He was too busy reevaluating the group he was with and rechecking old memories and facts to see if there was any inkling of truth to this strange idea that even the older teens should know isn't true.

It took him a moment to find the answer, and when he did he could not stop the derisive laugh that burst out and interrupted Robin's ramble.

"You guys fucking bought into the rumours, didn't you? I expect that from the kids maybe even Johnathan, maybe even Robin because of you became friends after he left school, but not from you, Nancy."

Nancy had that look on her face that she got when she was ready to argue but Eddie steamrolled over it.

"Jesus H Christ! Weren't y'all together for a whole fucking year? How do you not know that he was at the top of his year when you were together? Unless you dismissed that in favour of believing the rumours that his parents paid for his grades and the school wanted to make sure he kept on playing sports?"

He paused for a second waiting for someone to contradict him, but the look on Nancy's face was one of scrambling to defend herself. He sighed at that; she still wasn't getting it and it a sweeping look at the others proved they were lost too.

"Even if they paid off the school he would not have been in the top ten of his year, he would be like Carver and Hagan whose parents paid and their grades were just good enough to get into a decent college without too many questions. And they would not have kept on giving him high grades after he stopped doing any kind of sport in his last 2 years at that dump. Hell if Hargrove wasn't such a fucking beast at sports he would have been told he would have to repeat his senior year with me."

"It's okay Eddie; leave it go." He turned a fake sunny smile with his eyes tightly shut towards Eddie as if to pacify him.

Eddie turned to Steve who had yet to say anything throughout Eddie's diatribe up until that moment. He just continued to robotically make dinner for the party as though nothing was wrong, as though the hurt dripping off him didn't matter.

"I'm not letting this go! They had classes with you, some of which I'm pretty fucking sure were AP classes. If I had the attendance needed I would have graduated last year because of you, Stevie. So excuse me if I'm a bit annoyed that our friends are so blinded by a rumour that they can't fucking see your Salutatorian medal. Hanging. Right. There!"

All eyes except Eddie and Steve's turned in the direction that Eddie pointed at.

And there on the wall, was a framed silver medal with the word "Salutatorian" emblazoned on it. The party immediately burst into chaos amongst each other.

"Now, pretty boy, are you gonna tutor me or what?"

Or it goes something like that, I'm not sure.

#dustin immediately tries to bring up D&D and immediately gets shut down #later they collectively lose their shit when they find out he got into a college #pre steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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lululandd · 10 months

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rabid; (i.)

pairing: platonic simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 956

warnings: comedy, aftermath of torture, mild gore

note: heheh >:3 (also on ao3)

summary:

ghost has a love-hate relationship with his neighbour of six years. on one hand they’re quiet enough, nice enough, considerate enough and never once had bothered him in any way, but on the other hand he is a highly trained soldier with highly trained senses and the things he hears travelling through his walls are batshit insane.

part i. | part ii. | part iii. | part iv.

He guesses they are an entertainer or a comedian or some sort because on rare occasions, they—whether he wanted to or not—made him laugh. The absurdity of the questions and things that came out of their mouth really makes him feel like he has a glimpse of what a worry free civilian life could be.

On one particularly rowdy night he heard the one sided conversation about anal, which rapidly escalated to how peoples arseholes can stretch up to seven inches in diameter and therefore, theoretically could fit two smaller raccoons.

He listened in fascinated horror how that thought came into their mind, how they associated arseholes with raccoons, and why in christ fuck did they sound so cheerful about it. Maybe he’s just a battle hardened, workaholic soldier that has only seen carnage and suffering, but even if such a thought came to his mind, it would not be classified as a happy thought and he would not laugh about it.

Until eight months later where he’s interrogating an American that he really wants to just straight up murder and remembers his neighbour.

He opens the door that leads to the rest of the warehouse and calls out to his men, “I need two raccoons. Small but not pups.”

He was met with silence and a confused looks, but he saw Gaz and Soap get on it and round up several soldiers.

“Alive!” He barked at them.

—

Soap looked worriedly at Gaz, “What do you think he’s gonna do with live raccoons?”

The other man shrugged, “You think he’s gonna threaten him with rabies?” Gaz gnashed his teeth together, “Let them bite him or something?”

One of the Lance Corporals behind them chimed, “I kinda wanna see.”

In came a chime of ‘yeah’s from the other men.

—

Ghost had made sure the American in question heard his request of the live raccoons before taking a seat on the table holding all his tools and lighting up a cigarette.

He looked at the man’s surroundings, the litter of teeth and nails on the floor, three parts of his severed ring finger, and the blood splatters on the makeshift plastic floor. The cleanup crew’s gonna at least be a little happy about that.

“You like raccoons, mate?” He offers, lighting what seemed to be his third cigarette.

The question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Raccoons. Trash pandas. Those chubby lil wankers with grubby hands.” He curled his palms and did mock scratching motions.

“You’re crazy.” He spat.

“I am.” For even thinking of trying this over his neighbour’s demented jokes.

Fourty five minutes later Gaz came knocking on his door.

“Got your furry friends, boss.” He gestures at a cage sitting by the door. The animals seemed calm, they couldn’t have just nicked it from some random bins and throw them in there.

“Cheers, Gaz.” He saw the man linger. “Anything else?”

“Can we observe, Sir?”

“No.” came his quick answer. If he really has to do what he thinks he’s gonna do, he’d rather his men not see it. They’ve seen so much in their line of work already, he doesn’t want to add to their nightmares.

Imagining one of them having PTSD from seeing a harmless animal makes him feel guilty.

He took the cage from Gaz’s hands and placed it nicely on the floor, a little way away from the American’s feet.

“You know that saying?” He puts on his best southern accent, mimicking Graves. “What crawled up your butt and died?”

The man’s eyes widened and he tried so hard to shift further into his seat, trying to create as much distance between them as possible. Ghost lets the moment go on for a little longer. It makes all the difference, really; whether you rush into the torture or letting them sit and wonder about the choices they think they have.

“I heard somewhere that your arse can stretch up to seven inches in diameter.” He pointed at the raccoons, “The normal sized bastards can fit into a four inch hole. But I’m being nice today and gonna give these smaller ones some wiggle room.”

He can’t help but crouch closer to the cage and coo at them as the man starts yelling for help.

“So.” He said in a calm voice, listing his head slowly when the man had stopped screaming his throat dry. “Since I’m a very nice man today I’m gonna give you two options.”

Fat rolls of tears had started to run down the man’s cheeks, his chest heaving as he begged for mercy.

“Do you want me to sedate these raccoons so they don’t claw your insides or do you wanna..” He remembers a word that floated into his flat one night, “..rawdog it?”

—

Soap had never seen a cleaner interrogation room before. Not from Ghost, the man’s usually so brutal about it. He remembers seeing parts of a live brain one time because Ghost had bashed their skull so badly and remembered having to shoot the person dead out of pity. But today? The intel was good, the man was still alive with almost all of his body parts; save for some of his teeth and nails and the chopped up finger,

and the raccoons.

They were alive and Ghost seemed to never have opened the cage at all.

—

When Ghost came home that month he heard his neighbour say something about a ‘little birthday celebration’ for tomorrow. He checked his watch and decided to walk to the bakery and get them some cake. That last operation went smoothly, and he has them to thank.

He can’t wait to hear what other mental things that will come out of their mouth in the future and apply them to his work.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing

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wormlette · 2 months

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smaller than everyone chilchuck being understood by autistic laios. is this anything. (i am small and autistic and felt deeply represented by your post)

Oh my god I spent so long writing a FUCKING RESPONSE and tumblr deleted it kill me. ANYWAY “is this anything” friend this is everything. 🤝

I think the two of them are uniquely able to understand each other bcuz in summary, the things they are both most vulnerable and affected by, the things that have probably damaged their lives most, are things they cannot conceal from others. Laios’ autism and Chilchuck’s size. There’s VERY good discussions on whether Chil is totally normal, autistic but very good at masking, somewhere inbetween, or even whether he’s cis, and those would all INFORM this conversation but whichever way you read him, he is socially aware enough to see that Laios is NOT. And it drives him crazy and he is constantly frustrated and trying to teach him to be more aware of himself as the party leader and just “be more normal”. In my opinion this is because Chil KNOWS how much it hurts to live with a part of yourself you can’t control that makes it hard to make your way through the world — in his own way, he is trying to take care of Laios. This may be both for selfish (he wants a good stable party and that requires a good socially savvy party leader) and selfless (chilaios…) reasons, but either way. It’s essentially just there in the text To Me.

Chilchuck is probably extra frustrated because, at least as he seems to see it, Laios COULD choose to shave off those rough edges of himself and “pass” as respectable/“normal”. (Another reason I kinda think Chil has his own autism thing happening. In my experience, shamefully, I’ve been least patient with people who I see as like me but they just haven’t figured out how to stop the world from hurting them like I have.) (I imagine chil often thinks things like. why don’t you just change. Don’t you see how much easier it would be for you. Don’t you see how much you’re letting the world hurt you. Don’t you know what that will do to you, over time.) meanwhile Chilchuck cannot stop the rest of the world from seeing him as either childLIKE or just straight up a tall-man kid. No matter how professional he is or how scathingly he can insult people or how much he can drink — he can’t stop what people SEE when they LOOK at him (this also makes him a great trans character To Me). I think Laios knows exactly how this feels. He’s not seen as a kid, so it’s not exactly the same. But despite having everything Chilchuck would like to have (tall, looks manly, socially respectable in appearances)… Laios is never going to pass as normal once people get to know him. He ISN’T socially aware. He CAN’T pretend to be someone else anymore, not once the story starts.

So autistic Laios keeps bumbling through social situations that make people want to fucking hunt him for sport. He can’t say the right things, and when he has tried to be himself, we can assume it’s been very poorly received in the past, both when dungeoneering and prior as a little kid. When he’s not being manic about his monster special interest he seems to constantly be doing an Autism Stare that serves to keep people away from him and his sister.

The fact that Chil and Laios both, to some degree, can’t hide what they hate most about themselves, makes them uniquely able to understand each other. And treat each other with sympathy/empathy underneath it all. Laios is the one out of their party who most treats Chilchuck as an adult with agency (understands the stress of his work, defends him, lets him steer situations, listens to his advice, never demeans him or gives any indication he thinks he’s a child altho he did assume Chil is younger than him). If the daydream hour extras that give rough indications of who joined the party when are canon, Chilchuck is the party member who’s been with the party the longest, almost since Falin and Laios founded it, despite thinking of Laios as “the party leader comma I GUESS”. He keeps trying to beat lessons about leading parties into Laios’ head despite many ppl around him considering him a lost cause. As I’ve said in other posts…. He could probably just fucking walk out at any time and either retire or get a different party, and we know Chil has no problem hitting da bricks, but he doesn’t.

The things about themselves that make them most able to relate to each other are also the things that sometimes make them grate against each other (Chil berating Laios in the way only a guy with a major complex can and Laios pouting about it lmao. Laios continuing to be a big cute socially inept dummy anyways.) BUT THAT’S LOVE, BABEY!!!

#chilaios #yeah this can go there. look at my post boy!#DISCUSS. if WE WANT TO.#anyways man I am holding your hand and giving you the gentlest nonconfrontational eye contact [we are both small and autistic] 🤝

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liesmyth · 3 months

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did john decide which of his friends would be the necromancer and which would be the cavs when he brought them back from the dead, or was that random?

I wish we knew for sure! John's friends ending up 50/50 adepts vs. non-necromancers is obviously one of TM's premises and was done for doylistic reasons first and foremost, but I don't think we have enough elements to conclusively interpret it as intentional in-universe.

Putting aside any kind of authorial intentions, this is what we know:

» The rate of necromancers as part of the population hovers around 30%. John's core group being 50% adepts is way off from that, and could point to manipulation, but also we're working with a very small sample size. Think about how it's very possible to get head five times in a row when flipping coins; probabilities are much less accurate on a smaller scale. I don't believe it's out of the realm of possibilities that a group of 10 people had exactly 5 necromancers in it.

» Harrow's birth. The Reverend Parents made sure she would be a necromancer by manipulating the embryo with thanergy. It's clearly not a known practice among the Houses at large, and John calls it "a sort of Resurrection" — implying that he could be able to do the same with thalergy. However, this doesn't confirm that he actually DID.

In the same conversation, John says, "This was all different before we discovered the scientific principles," which I think is also worth noting. The fact that he understands NOW how you could get an embryo to grow into a necromancer doesn't mean that he had that knowledge at the time of the Resurrection. It also doesn't mean that the same identical process would apply to making formerly-dead-people into necromancers as they got brought back to life.

It could very well be that necromancy was a generalised side-effect of the Resurrection that affected some people more than others; or it could be that John DID do something different when bringing back some people that conferred them necromantic aptitude. Even if it's the latter, I don't think we can take for granted that 1) it was intentional and 2) he fully knew what the side effects would be.

» Ulysses and Titania. Counterpoint! It's also worth noting that John's "test cases" turned out to be one (1) adept and one (1) non-adept. Like I said above, this could still be a random bi-product of the Resurrection... but given Ulysses and Titania's whole everything, their dichotomy reeks of control group. They are a big point in favour of the "John did it on purpose" column.

Still: I still don't think we can tell for sure that John knew from the moment of Resurrection that he was giving some people death powers, and how that'd turn out in the long run. Like I said above, he could have done something different when resurrecting Ulysses vs. Titania, but it doesn't mean that he knew what would happen.

(Obviously, this argument only makes sense if we assume that Ulysses and Titania were among the very first batch of resurrected. I personally think they were, but obviously it's not confirmed)

» The inner circle. From NtN

I could only trust the inner circle. My scientists, my engineer, my detective, my lawyer, my artist, my nun, my hedge fund manager. My diehards. The ones keeping the lights on.

Putting aside the fact that Lyctors exist the way they are because Tamsyn needed them to exist, and looking at the Canaan House necro/cav pairings from John's point of view: why not give ALL his friends magical powers? That's something I struggle to wrap my head around, for about half a dozen different reasons.

Mind, I don't think John picking and choosing who gets to be a necromancer is that far-fetched, but from a #character point I find it less likely than the alternative (he didn't do it on purpose but turned it to his own advantage). IF it turns out to be canon, I'd be really curious about what the watsonian reasoning for it, beyond "this needed to happen."

Most meta posts I've seen that take for granted John picked and chose his future necromancers ascribe him a level of foresight, knowledge, and long-term planning that I simply don't think he'd have had at the time (not to mention the mental lucidity). To quote HtN John again, "[he] had never been God" before. I truly think he was winging it at least 60% of the time.

#Anonymous #ask #tldr: I think it's possible this is the angle Taz is going with but I don't think it's a given with the elements we have so far #I think if it turns out to HAVE been intentional on John's part #it's gonna be one of these plot points that exists because the book needed them to exist and everything else took shape around it #like how everyone on the Ninth stopped making babies after Harrow was born although there was a whole generation of childbearing age #tlt thoughts #tlt theories #ejg #elle tlt posting #tlt

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dialogue

Sometimes, I hate dialogue. Sometimes, I love it. Will I ever be perfect at it? Absolutely not. Are there a few things I've learned as I write more dialogue? ... Yes. Here are some of those things:

[as always, no pressure to use any of these tips. writing doesn't have a "one size fits all" formula.]

Conversations aren't always super smooth, equal exchanges where everything is reciprocated. Sometimes, individuals cut each other off. Sometimes, one individual is doing most of the talking while the other is mostly listening. Think about your characters and what is unique about them. Then, embrace that in your writing! Things like: a) answering questions two paragraphs later, b) dodging the subject and then coming back to it, and c) saying one thing but meaning another are just a few examples of ways to liven up dialogue. If a character is super energetic and eager, they may dominate the conversation (unknowingly or knowingly). If a character is more withdrawn, they may pause before speaking, speak in smaller fragments, or elect not to speak at all. The unique personalities and circumstances of your character can show through in dialogue.

Consider more than just the dialogue. This is probably my favorite thing to do, because sometimes, I just can't get the words to be perfect. And that's okay! Often, a sentiment is better portrayed through a description of a person's body language—think of gestures, facial expressions, etc—than through written dialogue. Think about a character who has gotten sick as an example. There's two ways you can approach their dialogue: 1) focus on the words they're speaking and use descriptions as accessories, or 2) focus on their body language and use dialogue as an accessory. I often find myself thinking that dialogue has to be the main focus, but it doesn't! For the sick character example, I try thinking about how they look and how they may feel. Often times, those kinds of things can also inspire dialogue! In this case, the sick character may: speak with a more raspy tone; have trouble getting the words out; have an interrupted flow of speech because of sniffles or coughs; shiver with cold or sweat; or have a hazy look to their eyes. Details like these often take away some of the pressure I put on myself to have the perfect dialogue.

Dive into the mechanics of the person's voice. Is their voice raspy, gravelly, deep, high? Is there an underlying emotion showing through? How about the volume—are they speaking loudly, softly, or somewhere in the middle? Do they accentuate their statements in a certain way, such as breaking their statements up into shorter phrases with pauses in between?

Think about the setting. I say something along these lines in virtually every writing tips post, but I think the setting is super important and a great way to add some flavor to a dialogue. Where are your characters? Is there anyone nearby—and if so, how do they respond? Do the characters drop to a whisper to avoid eavesdropping or do they carry on as normal? How about the place where the interaction occurs—is it traditionally loud, quiet, or somewhere in the middle? What time of day is it—does the conversation take place in the early morning (think raspy voices from sleep) or late at night (quieter to avoid noise)? Perhaps it's in midday, but the surrounding area is a street bustling with activity?

Explore the context behind the interaction. Why is the conversation occurring? Is it a purpose or task-focused interaction? Is it context-specific? Are there certain elements of language that can only be understood by certain people (think inside jokes or language specific to a place/occurrence)? Also, evaluate the importance of the interaction taking place and go from there. If you're stuck on a part that isn't necessarily inherent to the story (which I usually am), consider shifting to description instead! You can also use dialogue to reference past occurrences, if that makes things easier. Think of a character getting home from work and speaking to their partner. Their partner asks them about their day and the character explains it: "My boss said..." In this example, you would be able to bypass writing the actual interaction between the boss and the character, and instead introduce it to the audience through the character's retelling of it.

I hope these help! Sorry if they're confusing—dialogue is definitely difficult! Each writer will have their own process, and I'm not claiming that mine is picture-perfect.

#defectivehero #writing #writeblr #writing tips #spilled ink #writers on tumblr

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I've seen people before saying that, in terms of presentation, NIKKE delivers it better than Arknights in telling what they want to tell. And I still see this occasionally whenever people start comparing stories in gacha games. Looking at your post, seems like that wasn't a lie at all.

Right, this is an interesting topic for me, so let me give my two cents on this.

I would say that statement is generally true. Nikke's main strengths are its presentation and knowing how to leverage its strengths in general, but let's focus on presentation: It's story is nothing to write home to (note that I am up to Chapter 18), neither are its events (on this regard, take me lightly, I've only read three), but what Nikke wants to say, you will very clearly understand. It's good at telling its story. Sometimes the localization will have Localization Moments (Chatterbox is described as female in the first cutscene he is mentioned, male every time afterwards; there's a lot of clearly literally translated little expressions that make no sense in the flow of the conversations), but overall, even though you're looking at a story that in a lot of ways you've seen a lot of times, its particularities stand out because Nikke tells them properly, concisely, and clearly. Characterization is consistent, and there's a good amount of care clearly put into both consistency and overarching important parts of the narrative; a favorite example of mine is how, in the tutorial, if you pay close attention, you can actually see Marian's eyes glow red during her reload animation, foreshadowing something pretty important that happens with her later.

So even if the story beats are not particularly good or intriguing -- and sometimes, outright terrible, like in Chapter 18 oh god I hate Chapter 18 -- you at least can tell with clarity what's going on and why it's going on.

Arknights has the yang to the yin here, somewhat: The stories on Arknights tend to range from okay to great, and AK events have a habit of going pretty damn hard, either as a whole or at least parts of them. Sometimes, however, they have a weakness, and this weakness is that the actual story telling can be dense. Density is often attributed to good writing, but the truth is, sometimes, the text isn't advanced, it's simply clumsy, and the prose in Arknights is decidedly clumsy. But when you actually untangle the spaghetti of clumsy prose, you find some strong story telling, strong characterization, and topics you don't often find discussed in video games, less so in gacha. You kinda have to work for it, basically.

Something Nikke does good is also that it keeps its relevant cast at any given story beat low, giving it more cohesion, or rather, making it easy to stay cohesive, because Arknights can handle larger casts pretty well sometimes, but I'll be frank, the current main story has so many literal whos to keep track of that I'm supposed to be invested in that I don't really bother. I'm sorry, but I can't really feel a damn thing about Outcast when she showed up for a few scenes and then got nuked off by a contrivance while fighting some faceless nobodies we are told we should fear.

But on the other hand, Nikke narrative, again, despite its strong delivery, is still built on a feeble base for the most part. I only think of a few characters I care about in Nikke, because a lot of the cast is just fluff and Obligatory Archetypes (bunny girls, school girls, maids, etc), whereas in Arknights, I care about a whole damn lot of them, even those without events, because their files and modules paint a very integral and intriguing picture of them. Even smaller scenes in Arknights sometimes can have a big emotional impact, due to its extensive and well crafted worldbuilding and its clever use of its elements in every event, something Nikke cannot claim, because worldbuilding in Nikke is almost non existent.

They both have their strengths, basically, and it's fascinating to me, a writer, to take a deeper look at them.

#arknights #nikke

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A/N: It's finally here, and it's only part one! I'm so sorry everyone but I've been fucking miserable for the last few months. But I'm here, I promise!

Requests are also open for BoB and MotA!

The Heart of the Ocean (Part One)

Gale "Buck" Cleven x Reader

The stateroom is much smaller than you anticipated, though perhaps your expectations were too high. After all, this is just a boat with a lot of people on it.

It feels suffocating, though perhaps that’s a consequence of your circumstances more than your room.

You stare at yourself in the vanity’s mirror. You look tired, but maybe you should cut yourself some slack. You’re getting married in a few weeks. Every bride looks this sallow before their wedding day.

There’s a knock on the door, gentle and polite. You haven’t even responded when it opens. Caledon Hockley, your fiance, walks in. If you had never spoken to the man, you’d say that smile on his face is genuine.

He brandishes a velvet jewellery box and presents it to you with all the showmanship of a salesman. You’re not sure why. You’re marrying the bastard, not buying a house from him.

Cal crowds up behind you, opening the box, expecting you to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over it. He gives you some long speech about how the diamond used to belong to some long dead king. All you can do is stare. It’s so… big. It’s gaudy and awful. At least it matches your engagement ring.

He clasps the necklace, the chain feeling rather literal. He kisses your temple and grins at his most prized possession. You paste on a smile and thank him for his kindness. As he leaves, reminding you of the lunch you were already supposed to be at, you wrap a hand around the massive blue diamond. It’ll at least weigh me down, you joke.

Despite your mother’s hatred of her, Mrs Margaret “my-friends-call-me-Molly” Brown is the only person you can talk to that actually listens. You walk into the dining room for lunch, hands gently wrapped around one of Cal’s arms and the first thing you hear is, “that necklace is gorgeous darling!”

Your mother fawns over it and you almost tell her to just take it if she wants it so bad.

Molly says, “Not as beautiful as the woman wearing it.”

Her beaming smile is not enough to distract you from your mother’s eye roll, but it is enough for you to respond with a genuine thanks. You can’t remember the last time you got a compliment.

Stuck at a table between a rock (Cal) and a hard place (your mother), you wait anxiously to eat. You would listen to the conversations around you, but it’s mostly your mother bragging about the family you’re marrying into, and the men discussing which type of cigar they’ll smoke next or other trivial nonsense.

When the waiter approaches, you perk up. but Cal takes over. “We'll both have the lamb, medium-rare with very little mint sauce.” He turns to you and pats your hand, “You like lamb, don't you sweet-pea?”

You stare at him silently, god his face was just so punchable. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that there’s an audience. “Of course, darling.”

Molly jumps in, noticing the distinct pinch of your mouth. “You gonna cut her meat for her, too, Cal?” The table bursts into laughter and even your fiance forces a tight smile.

The food is not quite to your taste, the bitterness of Cal’s mistreatment tainting your meal. But the conversation takes a turn for the better.

Molly posits, “So, how do ya reckon they got to the name Titanic?”

An older fellow married to a woman 3 years your junior speaks up, “Well the name obviously conveys size, thus it also conveys strength.”

You jump in, “Perhaps Dr Freud’s ideas about the male preoccupation with size will interest you, Mr Higginbotham.”

Your mother pinches your thigh again and you jolt. The conversation changes once more and even Molly’s boisterous laughter can’t calm your temper. You excuse yourself and race outside for some fresh air.

The ocean breeze cools you down somewhat. You bask in the sun’s rays, gripping the rail in front of you and leaning back just a little.

Your reverie is interrupted by a loud shout of “Miss!”

You look down to see two brunets wrestling playfully. Their blonde friend shakes his head before looking up at you. Your knees turn to butter. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life.

The two of you stare at each other for so long, his friends have stopped wrestling, instead looking between you two like a tennis match. The Greek statue below only stops the staring contest when a frown takes over.

Your own face falls when you realise why: Cal. Your fiance grips your arm and begins to berate you quietly while dragging you back inside.

But the beautiful blonde man is all you see. His smile as his friends begin to tease is enough to feed you for a lifetime.

Dinner is much the same, only your noose feels tighter than before. Your newfound wealth is still the only topic of conversation your mother cares about and your fiance is content to make every little decision for you.

Of all your companions, at least Molly Brown tries to reach out with some gentle questions about the wedding. Cal fields all of them, he and your mother having planned everything to the very flowers of your bouquet.

Your ears begin to ring. Your mother over one shoulder, your fiance over the other. A hand touches yours lightly. It’s gloved but still warm. Molly’s Southern accent cuts through the rest of the conversation.

“You okay darling?”

You nod and beam brightly. “Of course, just excited for the wedding.”

It’s clearly not enough for her. Then an icy glare from the people either side of you reminds her of your precarious position.

“Well who wouldn’t be? It all sounds so beautiful!”

You power through dinner, Cal ordered the beef for you both, though you would rather have eaten dirt.

He kisses your gloved hand as the men retire to the smoking room. Molly rubs your shoulder gently as she bids you goodbye.

Your mother hisses at you for acting up. You simply smile apologetically and ask to get some fresh air. She waves you off with an angry “I’ll see you later.”

Thankfully, no one else is on deck as you sprint across the wood. Your chest is heaving with panicked breaths and barely concealed sobs. The theatrics catch the attention of a man laying on a bench staring up at the stars.

You crash into the rail at the stern of the ship and hastily climb over. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as the wind brushes past your face, cooling the tears on your cheeks.

The skin over your knuckles stretches as you cling to the only tether you have left. The water looks cold but so inviting.

Then a voice. It’s quiet and gentle, but it nearly startles you into letting go.

“Easy, easy, didn’t mean to scare you.” He approaches, palms up in surrender.

“Go away.” You’re beyond embarrassed to have someone witness your breakdown. Your consideration of the unthinkable.

“Well that I’m not gonna do.” He creeps closer like you’re a wounded animal. It’s perhaps a cliche, but you imagine that’s what you are. Hunted for your beauty and trapped in the snare of a loveless marriage.

“You should leave. If you know what’s good for you.” You wish your voice sounds stronger. The creaking of your throat doesn’t make you sound very intimidating.

He just sighs and sits down on the deck. He begins to… remove his shoes? You frown and look over your shoulder as much as you can.

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re going down there,” he nods to the water below you, “I’m coming after you. And these are a new pair. Can’t get ‘em all soggy.”

You begin to laugh, a little hysterically. “That water’s freezing. There’s no way you’ll jump after me.”

“That’s not the part I’m worried about.” He stands up and begins to remove his jacket. Your face grows serious once more. His shoulders are broad, he must be a steel worker or something. But his face is too pretty for that kind of work. “You know a fall from this height into water, it’s like hitting pavement. Then you add the freezing water and-“ he hissed through his teeth.

You take another look, it is a very long way down. How did you not notice that before? A few moments of contemplative silence pass and the broad shouldered man moves closer.

You look over your shoulder at him. “You ever feel alone? Like truly alone in the world.”

He frowns sympathetically, “Can’t say I have, ma’am.”

You smile sadly. “That’s good.” Your hands begin to loosen their grip.

His voice now sounds like it’s right next to you, but you can’t bring yourself to look. “Maybe you should come back over this rail and tell me all about it. Maybe I can help you.”

A sad little smile appears on your face. “I wish you could.”

Then warmth wraps around your wrist. The man’s hands are calloused but much softer than you expected.

“You never know if you don’t try.” He’s practically begging, anxiously waiting for your response.

You turn your head to look at him, tears threatening to choke you. You realise just who this man is. “Okay.”

He wraps a gentle but firm arm around your waist and helps you pull yourself back over the rail. When you finally set your heeled feet on the deck, your body feels like it’s going to collapse. The man leads you to a bench and wraps his jacket tight around you.

“I’m Gale by the way, Gale Cleven.”

You introduce yourself, still feeling rather defeated.

“Now tell me about what happened just now.” The words imply an interrogation, but looking into those baby blues you see… concern. What is with the people on this boat?

You’ll know them for only about a week and yet they’re the only ones in your life who seem to actually care for you.

“I know what you must be thinking.” You sigh, “Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?”

Gale leans his head forward to make eye contact, “Not at all. What I’m thinking is what could have happened to this girl to make her think she has no way out?”

You flash the giant ring on your finger, “I’m getting married next month.”

He jokes, “Wow! You would have gone straight to the bottom.”

But you can’t laugh, you just stare at it. “All of Boston society will be there. 500 invitations.”

You finally look at his face, counting his freckles subconsciously, “Sometimes I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.”

He frowns and you’re hit with a sudden wave of shame. “Thank you for your help, Gale.” You take his jacket off hastily and drop it in his lap.

“Wait-” He tries to process the abrupt end to your conversation but you’re already halfway down the deck, surreptitiously wiping away tears.

The next morning, you beg your mother to let you have some space and fresh air. Really, you want to find the handsome blond from the night before. To apologise and to assure him that you will be just fine.

It’s not difficult to spot his incredibly handsome profile. He’s hunched over a sketchbook, head bobbing as he looks to his reference then back down. Trying to follow his eyeline, you see a sweet looking older man dancing with his little daughter. She stands on his feet as they sway to nothing in particular.

You approach carefully, worried you’d break the warm quiet, or disturb the family’s moment. You decide to just sit next to Gale. He tilts his head in acknowledgment but continues his work.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night,” you begin, “it was inappropriate for a woman of my station.”

He gives a little half-smile and looks up at you. His stare is like looking into the sun. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. And I felt honoured you trusted me enough to share your pain.”

Your face warms, you’re not sure if it’s shame or those baby blues trained on yours. The girl and her dad are still dancing, but he’s picked her up. Her curls swish around as he twirls them and her giggles almost bring a tear to your eye. You can’t remember the last time your parents showed you any affection, let alone danced with you just to make you laugh.

Gale clears his throat and holds his sketchbook out. His work is incredible. Not only is his technical work beautiful but he’s captured the loving glint in the father’s eyes and the little girl’s missing tooth. You can’t help your beaming smile.

“This is incredible work! You should be proud. Is this what you plan to do back in the States?” You brush a gentle finger over the drawing’s finer details.

He blushes and shakes his head, “I’m going back to my tiny hometown to see my family. Where I go from there, I don’t know.”

“You have a real talent here, Gale! You should explore this.” You hand the drawing back to him.

His plush lips part like he wants to respond, but you’re interrupted. The sweet little girl taps your shoulder, her tiny hand covered in freckles. She introduces herself as Niamh, and asks if you’re some kind of fairy. You frown, confused, but hear Gale chuckle behind you.

“She absolutely is, Miss Niamh.” When you turn your head to look at him, he winks. You look back at Niamh and smile.

“He’s right, I am a fairy! And I have a gift for you, little one.” You pull out one of the many pins in your hair, a bejewelled butterfly on the end. You hold it out to her; she seems hesitant to take it.

Niamh looks back at her dad who nods in her direction. She takes the pin and gives it a little kiss, “I promise, I’ll take care of it.” She runs back to her dad, giggling.

“I gotta go soon,” Gale’s voice draws you back to your previous conversation. “It’s almost lunchtime, but I wanted to ask.” He closes his sketchbook and faces you head on. “You ever been to a party?”

You had assumed when Gale asked you about a party there would be drinking and music, but nothing to this level.

The small parlour is packed to the brim with warm bodies and free-flowing drinks. Gale is up on a makeshift stage dancing with a cat in one arm and Niamh on the other. You remember his two brunet friends from yesterday and search for their faces, hopefully one of them will remember you.

One is preparing to arm wrestle a big bald man while the other claps him on the shoulder for support. A pregnant woman stands behind them, arms folded and a big grin on her face. You make your way through everyone, feeling very overdressed. By the time you reach them, the arm wrestling match is done and everyone cheers for “Curt”. By the big smile on his face, you assume Curt is one of Gale’s friends.

You can’t quite find a way to interject yourself into the celebrations so you find yourself leaning against the wall awkwardly. Gale finally notices you and tries to wave, only he has no hands free. So he quickly gestures to his friends.

“Hey!” The taller brunet shouts, holding his arms out for a hug. You shake your head, not quite there in your acquaintanceship with him. Instead the pregnant woman wraps her arms around him instead. “You’re the dame who Buck can’t stop talking about.”

“Buck?” You look over his shoulder at Gale whose attention is divided between you and Niamh. “Oh Gale!” Your face heats up, “I hope he’s been kind.”

Curt butts in, “Darling you’ve got nothing to worry about, the man is already picking out a ring for ya.”

The tall brunet holds his hand out to shake yours, introducing himself as John, “But my friends call me Bucky.” He also introduces the woman under his arm as Angel. She gives you her real name but says she prefers the nickname.

Curt gives you an official introduction, and Gale peels himself away from Niamh and the cat long enough to come join you all.

“I’m glad to see you here, sweetheart.” Gale smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You lose yourself in his eyes again.

“Glad to be here.” Your voice is breathy, but for once you’re saying what you truly mean.

The night is long and restless, you drink and you dance and you laugh and you dream. This is the life you’d sorely missed, friends, fun, and blossoming love.

The night winds down, Curt has passed out on a bench near the makeshift stage. There’s only one fiddle player left, the rest of his musician family gone to bed. Niamh is asleep in her dad’s arms while her mother dances around them.

Bucky and Angel dance together, looking more in love than anyone you’ve ever seen. He whispers sweet nothings in a low tone just to see her blush. Gale clears his throat next to you and you snap your eyes towards him. He holds his large hand out, inviting you to dance. As you join him, slow dancing next to your new friends, you wonder. Maybe you can learn to love Gale like Angel loves her Bucky.

It’s late when you return to your room. A familiar face greets you. Cal sits on his reading chair with a whiskey in one hand and your massive blue diamond necklace in the other.

“Where were you?” He doesn’t look at you, only the necklace.

“Out.”

“And what, precisely, does that mean?”

“I… was with friends.”

“Is that why you smell like a brewery?”

You roll your eyes, but choose just the wrong time to do as his eyes shift to you.

His voice is dark and angry, and your palms begin to sweat. “You are my fiance, and you are to be my wife. You will wear this gift at all times and you will not leave my side without my express permission. In fact, I’ve come to an agreement with your mother.” He stands, looming over you. “You will stay in this room and share this bed with me.”

Your eyes widen, “That would be inappropriate, we’re unmarried.”

“You are still mine.” He clasps the necklace around your throat once more.

#masters of the air x reader #gale cleven x reader #buck cleven x reader #mota x reader #masters of the air fic

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maidragoste · 1 year

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I Care About You

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: You remind Aegon that there are people who care about him.

First one shot of the 1k followers special. Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I'm also posting this while I'm half asleep.

This is part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands" but can be read independently

Masterlist Serie

Aegon woke with a grunt. The sunlight hit him straight in the face. Surely the maid who took him to his room was new and he didn't know that he had to let the curtains open before leaving. Now he had to get up to draw the curtains… Or he could cover up to his head and continue sleeping. Clearly, that was the easier option so he chose that one.

"Good morning"

Aegon quickly got up from the bed at the sound of your voice. He instantly regretted it as he felt dizzy. He stood still for a few moments waiting for the dizziness to go away and took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. He was not in his chambers. The room was a bit smaller. The curtains were blue instead of green. The furniture didn't seem to be just for decoration, like hers, and it had a purpose. Your desk was full of scrolls, I supposed that you were answering your brothers' letters last night when he entered your chambers drunk. You could have kicked him out but instead, you let him sleep in your bed. Not only that, but you had also gotten him clean clothes because his clothes didn't smell of wine.

"You should break your fast," you said without looking at him. Your attention was on whatever you were sewing. You were sitting by the table, which was laden with Aegon's favorite fruits along with some slices of bread and cheese.

The prince sat in the chair that was at the end of the table, closer to you. You still weren't looking at him. Aegon knew you were angry. You weren't yelling at him or insulting him or hitting him like his grandfather and his mother did every time they found him drunk. But I could feel your anger. I didn't know he told you last night to get you upset. No matter how hard he tried to remember, the only thing that brought him back was a headache. He couldn't help but tense up. You're the only person who seems to tolerate it. And now he probably ruined the good relationship between you because of his big mouth. In the end, his mother is right, he always ruins everything.

You saw that Aegon wasn't eating anything so you left the new cloak you were sewing for Jacaerys leaning on another chair. You moved closer to the table to grab a slice of bread and spread some cheese on top. You repeated the procedure with more slices, then placed the plate in front of the prince.

"Eat"

It was just a small gesture but for some reason it made Aegon feel warm and at the same time a small lump rose in his throat. You were mad at him but you still worry about him eating. You ordered his favorite fruits. He wasn't even sure his own mother remembered it.

"You can eat. I swear it's not poisoned" you said making your uncle smile. You couldn't help but smile too when you noticed that he wasn't tense anymore. You didn't like seeing him tense around you. Reminded you of how he got when the hand of the king or queen was present in the same room.

"I apologize for last night," Aegon said even though he didn't remember anything.

Your smile disappeared. "Why?" you snorted as you saw the prince remain silent, confirming your suspicions. "You're apologizing for something you don't even remember. Do you want to know what you told me?" You didn't even wait for an answer from him and you kept talking because you needed to have this conversation with Aegon “You said you didn't mind ending up dead. I found you drowning in your vomit" you felt a lump begin to form in your throat remembering how scared you were when the first thing you saw when you returned to your room was him lying on the floor. For a moment you thought he was dead "I made my servants will help me, when we finished cleaning you I began to tell you that you were irresponsible and that you could have died." you hid your hands under the table to prevent him from seeing how they were shaking "Then you told me to stop pretending that I care about you and that you didn't care about ending up dead because you knew that nobody would miss you because nobody cares about you"

Silence. Aegon couldn't bear to see the heartbroken look on your face so he turned his attention to the plate of bread.

“Do you really think that?” you asked in a whisper, fearing you already knew the answer.

"You are wrong" Aegon's silence had been enough to know his answer so you decided to make him see how things really are"Daeron cares about you. If he didn't care then why does he keep writing you letters?"

You can't blame him for thinking that. It wasn't all in his head. He knew it was true. It was no secret that Viserys Targaryen didn't give a shit about any of his children other than Rhaenyra. For a man who had always wanted a son, the king hardly paid attention to him.

His grandfather and his mother didn't really care about him either, they only cared that he lived up to his expectations and prepared to occupy the throne. Always demanding that he should be more like Aemond. If he did turn up dead, he was sure they would feel relieved not to have to carry him anymore and now they would have the heir they wanted so much: Aemond. His brother wouldn't miss him either, he knows he thinks he's a drunken idiot good for nothing but trouble for his and Helaena's mother. His sister would be better off without him, she always seemed uncomfortable around him.

"For formality" your uncle answered without hesitation, surprising you because you didn't understand how he couldn't see what was more than clear to you.

"Daeron writes to you every week. He is interested in you, he misses you. If it were a matter of formality, he would bother to write to you every three months and his letters would be short. Do you know? When you take too long to answer his letters, he asks about you" you smiled to see the surprise in their eyes"Your children love you too. Maelor laughs more at your grimaces than at mine. You didn't hear it from me but Jaehaera likes it better when you sing to her and Jaehaerys would rather fly with you and Sunfyre than Dreamfyre "You released one of her hands so you could caress her face as you saw the tears start to well up in her eyes. "Your other siblings love you too. Helaena may not be as demonstrative but she does. Aemond cares for you too if she wasn't so then he wouldn't bother to come looking for you every time you're late coming back from your adventures in the city. Aegon, you really do have people who care about you and love you. So you have to start being more careful. Please, Aegon I couldn't stand to lose you" at the end you couldn't help but break your voice. He had been your greatest support along with Aemond after your father's death. The brothers had been the reason you stayed in King's Landing. They are your house.

You rose from your chair so that you could kneel in front of the prince and took his hands. You needed to be close to him.

Feeling your touch Aegon turned to see you. Your eyes were painted with pity. It felt strange to see that look in your eyes. He remembered when you were little and you used to look at him with nothing but admiration and adoration. Now he was so pathetic that you looked at him with pity.

Suddenly you found yourself with the prince clinging to you. His arms hugged you tightly and you could feel his tears wetting your dress but it didn't bother you. You cling to him with the same force. It broke your heart that he would think he was worth so little and no one would miss him if something happened to him. You hoped you wouldn't have another scare like the other last night. You really hoped that your uncle would change his behavior. You didn't want to wake up one day and find out that Aegon had been found dead somewhere.

"I care about you, Aegon" you stroked his hair lovingly "I love you. Never doubt that" you kissed his cheek "King's Landing would suck without you" Aegon's laugh made your chest vibrate.

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louff4tw · 3 months

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Younger Bruce Wayne/Batman Headcannons

- He CAN cook. It’s weird to me people are like “he can burn water” Alfred raised him. I Headcannon he taught him and then when he trained he learned how to cook restaurant quality in case he needs to go undercover. He’s not Alfred level but he can cook

- He was a angry teen. The trauma messed with his head and he fought with Alfred a lot. Alfred thought about leaving a few times at the worst of the fighting but cared to much about the child he’s known since birth.

- Bruce adored him growing up. After he became his caretaker it was never discussed what would happen after Bruce turned 18. And part of what triggered the fights was that he was afraid Alfred was gonna leave when he turned 18.

- He left the day before he turned 18. He may give several excuses of why but it was in case Alfred left. He couldn’t face it if he did. The relief he felt when he realized Alfred was staying made him want to cry.

- Until 13 whenever he had a nightmare he would sit outside the floor next to the door to Alfred’s room. It helped to hear him. If Alfred spotted him he would be incredibly embarrassed. Alfred would let him join him in bed (Not in a weird way. Begone you creepy fucks)

- After 13 he decided he was a big boy and instead would stand at the closed door. Hear him snore and go back to bed. He continues this to his day with everyone who is staying the night.

- Autistic. Also he used to follow Alfred around stating different facts. He loves to stim by using a tire swing his dad put up when he was born. Spinning really helps him. Wasn’t diagnosed till after Tim was diagnosed and Stephanie called them autism twins. He was confused and she had to point out all the things in him she’s seen. Alfred didn’t even think of it. The rich don’t usually get diagnosed. After being diagnosed and with the trauma his kids had a better time understanding his communication or lack there off. Poor Alfred felt so bad when he realized so many issues in Bruce’s childhood would not have been a issue.

- The different issues he had were big crowds being overstimulating. The seams in his sucks. The suits we’re claustrophobic and felt like they were choking him. Plus the texture of the suits were horrendous. So much velvet back then. He hated being touched and people wouldn’t stop it. (Hand in hair. Shoulders or upper back. Or old laddies pinching cheeks). Had trouble talking to his peers. Weirdly the only one he could hold a Conversation with was Lex and sorta Oliver. But he didn’t like Lex and Oliver was annoying. He would talk about his special Interest and others would get annoyed. Sometimes only felt like Alfred and some elderly scholars understood him.

- Massive science nerd and loves Sci Fi’s and mysteries. Loves Star Trek alongside Grey Ghost.

- Is pansexual. But has never officially come out until Tim came out and was nervous

- Would sneak out in disguise. He also knew how to skateboard. Would hang out with a bad group. Drank and did pot when he was 16 but stoped when a friend was killed. This helped push him towards being Batman.

- They didn’t really do holidays after his parents died. The main tree didn’t get put up till Dick came around. Alfred would put up a smaller one in one of the lounges.

- Used to carry around a Sony Walkman and listen to albums. Really big into all kinds of music. Would sometimes stare into the abyss as he listened. He eventually gave the Walkman to one of his kids. They pass it around to whoever wants to use it. Currently with Cass.

- He took Karate for years and already was a black belt by the time he left. He also trained in fencing. He would always do things that tried to push his limits and would frequently hurt himself to the point cps was called. Of course they didn’t do anything but it frightened Alfred as Bruce hid these injuries from him.

- Was not rare for him to fall asleep next to his parents Grave and Alfred had to carry him in. He stopped when he was 15. When Jason died he started it up again. While Jason wasn’t buried on the manor cemetery he had a stone. Alfred had to call Dick to help get him inside. He passed out from exhaustion and wouldn’t wake.

- Following the one comic. He did try to kill himself when he was a preteen with his Fathers razor. Alfred found him and called Leslie. Only time she saw Alfred cry. He begged her “please save my boy! Please” this night haunts them both. He spent a week in Arkham. It didn’t help really. They kept it hush hush and used a fake name. Matches Malone. Bruce Still uses this name for undercover. Alfred wouldn’t leave him alone for months. Made him sleep in his room and Alfred sat outside the open door of the bathroom for showers and baths (facing away you sick fucks)

- After his parents death he never really thought he would ever have a family. Or feel happy again. He was so so wrong.

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ammg-old2 · 1 year

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Imagine that someone—perhaps a man from Florida, or maybe even a governor of Florida—criticized American support for Ukraine. Imagine that this person dismissed the war between Russia and Ukraine as a purely local matter, of no broader significance. Imagine that this person even told a far-right television personality that “while the U.S. has many vital national interests ... becoming further entangled in a territorial dispute between Ukraine and Russia is not one of them.” How would a Ukrainian respond? More to the point, how would the leader of Ukraine respond?

As it happens, an opportunity to ask that hypothetical question recently availed itself. The chair of the board of directors of The Atlantic, Laurene Powell Jobs; The Atlantic’s editor in chief, Jeffrey Goldberg; and I interviewed President Volodymyr Zelensky several days ago in the presidential palace in Kyiv. In the course of an hour-long conversation, Goldberg asked Zelensky what he would say to someone, perhaps a governor of Florida, who wonders why Americans should help Ukraine.

Zelensky, answering in English, told us that he would respond pragmatically. He didn’t want to appeal to the hearts of Americans, in other words, but to their heads. Were Americans to cut off Ukraine from ammunition and weapons, after all, there would be clear consequences in the real world, first for Ukraine’s neighbors but then for others:

If we will not have enough weapons, that means we will be weak. If we will be weak, they will occupy us. If they occupy us, they will be on the borders of Moldova and they will occupy Moldova. When they have occupied Moldova, they will [travel through] Belarus and they will occupy Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia. That’s three Baltic countries which are members of NATO. They will occupy them. Of course, [the Balts] are brave people, and they will fight. But they are small. And they don’t have nuclear weapons. So they will be attacked by Russians because that is the policy of Russia, to take back all the countries which have been previously part of the Soviet Union.

And after that, if there were still no further response? Then, he explained, the struggle would continue:

When they will occupy NATO countries, and also be on the borders of Poland and maybe fight with Poland, the question is: Will you send all your soldiers with weapons, all your pilots, all your ships? Will you send tanks and armored vehicles with your young people? Will you do it? Because if you will not do it, you will have no NATO.

At that point, he said, Americans will face a different choice: not politicians deciding whether “to give weapons or not to give weapons” to Ukrainians, but instead, “fathers and mothers” deciding whether to send their children to fight to keep a large part of the planet, filled with America’s allies and most important trading partners, from Russian occupation.

But there would be other consequences too. One of the most horrifying weapons that Russia has used against Ukraine is the Iranian-manufactured Shahed drone, which has no purpose other than to kill civilians. After these drones are used to subdue Ukraine, Zelensky asked, how long would it be before they are used against Israel? If Russia can attack a smaller neighbor with impunity, regimes such as Iran’s are sure to take note. So then the question arises again: “When they will try to occupy Israel, will the United States help Israel? That is the question. Very pragmatic.”

Finally, Zelensky posed a third question. During the war, Ukraine has been attacked by rockets, cruise missiles, ballistic missiles—“not hundreds, but thousands”:

So what will you do when Russia will use rockets to attack your allies, to [attack] civilian people? And what will you do when Russia, after that, if they do not see [opposition] from big countries like the United States? What will you do if they will use rockets on your territory?

And this was his answer: Help us fight them here, help us defeat them here, and you won’t have to fight them anywhere else. Help us preserve some kind of open, normal society, using our soldiers and not your soldiers. That will help you preserve your open, normal society, and that of others too. Help Ukraine fight Russia now so that no one else has to fight Russia later, and so that harder and more painful choices don’t have to be made down the line.

“It’s about nature. It’s about life,” he said. “That’s it.”

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pandorainmymind · 1 year

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the ocean’s grin

lo’ak x fem!metkayina!reader

fluff, (humor, suggestive)

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you laughed once you saw lo’ak roll his eyes in annoyance at au’nong, you all in the middle of a conversation about whether he was really telling the truth or not about actually befriending payakan. even though you knew it was true, you weren’t one to tell your fellow people of the metkayina clan whether they were right or wrong.

lo’ak was the first to tell you about the new friend he made weeks before, after the day he was gone out until into the night. (to which you were slightly upset by, not having him to hang around with) but you felt a little guilty feeling upset that he wasn’t with you, when the reason he was gone wasn’t his fault. but the childish and petty young boys of your clan. maybe it was also that you were a bit jealous, for the sully kids always seemed to find adventure in everyday life - whereas you tended to have the simplest of days, not poking your business into others.

“ugh whatever, you guys don’t know anything” lo’ak huffs, trying not to make this misunderstanding ruin this new day. you watch him stand up from the driftwood he sat on across from you on the sand, your eyes following his movements - the small laughter from the others now just background noise as you become too focused on lo’ak, now that he stares at your crouched self. “let’s go y/n” he juts his head up in a notioning manner, making your smaller ears perk up and your not as lanky yet stout body stumble to your feet. the other na’vi watch this short discussion between you two span out, knowing that lo’ak couldn’t stand to hear anyone else’s opinion on his behalf of tulkun talk.

“where are we going?” you ask, speeding up your pace towards him as he leaves the vicinity of the others - as they now talk about something off topic between themselves. “away from those assholes” his words laced with a slight sarcasm cause a giggle to bubble out of your mouth. his tail whipping into your thicker one with playfulness as you finally catch up and walk by his side. making lo’ak smile and turn his face to look at you. his heart melting, seeing your bright yet grayed blue eyes look up into his. “why are you laughing?” he says teasingly, pretending to sound wounded, making your humored sounds come out more continuously, until you take a breath of air to reset your lungs.

rolling your eyes with a smile you try to not take his teasing very seriously (trying not to get it to the point where it consumes you with shy embarrassed actions). your feelings for him were very prominent in your heart, yet not so obvious and talked about between the two of you.

“you are something lo’ak” you blurt almost dreamily, as your laughter dies down with a sigh - getting caught in his eyes. they capture all your focus, your minds thoughts only become about this forest na’vi before you, your tummy fluttering with excitement. the both of you lost in each other, that you have stopped walking. both just standing in front of the other, the close proximity not yet realized - your chests almost touching as your face is lifted slightly to look to his that’s set higher than yours.

this sort of unspoken attraction towards each other had only increased over the past weeks, as lo’ak would repeatedly approach you while you’d be tending to your own business. it definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you, and only made you feel a sense of comfort and clarity. you felt that you were special all those times he was the one to come up to you. or include you in conversations or invite you over to hang out with his family.

you took a very great liking towards the whole sully family just observing them, ever since you took part in the crowd that swarmed them once they arrived seeking sanctuary with your people. you watching from afar, not daring to speak out and interfere with tonowari and ronal.

lo’ak’s mind trailed off and almost forgot what and where he really wanted to show you. a blush bestows across both of your faces as more time passes, finally realizing you’ve been staring. “u-uh” he starts with a chuckle, trying not to make sound awkward or shy, “y/n,” pausing to quickly swallow the nerves that randomly made their appearance, he continued, “well i was going to go see payakan… would you be interested in coming with me?” he asks, his offer making your smile only widen. your short fangs in full glory with happiness. gasping, your eyes seem to dazzle with an animation of passion. and you can’t seem to hold your excitement, as you practically shout “yes!” then immediately stop, mouth agape and avert your gaze downwards, your curly black hair falling into your face. “i mean.. i’d love to lo’ak” you say regaining yourself, softening your former loud tone

your newfound energy seemed to have an effect on lo’ak as he felt his heart pump blood faster throughout his system. his chest swelling from your cute outburst. “well i'm glad to hear that” he says with a small huff of a laugh as he then looks up into the sky. trying to shake off the sight of your hair falling and framing your face beautifully and instead taking notice of the sun's placement with the great moon. grabbing your arm he then pulls you towards the shore, smiling and calling for his ilu

“okay, we’ve got plenty of time before eclipse!”

you have your hold on his slim and toned torso. one hand against his navel while the other across his chest. your fin like forearms touching more of his body creating a warm feeling to spread within him. the piercing sound of lo’ak’s ilu screeching and slapping its front right fin on the surface of the water, lo’ak yells out, “payakan!” holding onto the ilu’s reins with one hand as the other holds the side of your upper thigh. his touch engraving itself in your memory, you too begin to call out to payakan.

not even minutes later, the mighty tulkun rises from the deep and greets with a boom of sorts of clicks and cries.

“buddy!!” lo’ak laughs, dropping his hold from the rein - therefore disconnecting from the bond, his ilu swims off back towards the reefs of the village as it leaves you both off the coast of three brothers rocks.

still holding onto your thigh, lo’ak guides you from behind him to his side while treading water. your arms releasing their grip from his body and taking movement to keep you surfaced above the ocean. your eyes meet two of payakan’s four orange ones and you bow your head forward slightly, with a greeting smile.

“buddy this is y/n” he boasts out, and you peek to the side watching his smile beam so large with joy. his face becoming the embodiment of contentment and genuine love as he approaches the enormous creature. it was the purity of his soul pouring out in affection towards the tulkun that created a sudden lump to form in the middle of your throat. not any sad feelings or emotion had filled that lump to the brim of almost wanting to cry - but the mere retaliation that lo’ak was finally introducing you to someone no one else has met besides him.

payakan blinked slowly, looking from you to lo’ak - echoing clicks almost vibrating through the water, officially greeting you with friendly welcome.

following lo’ak as he drops his hand from your body and swims to the smaller of the larges fins displaying itself in an act to be mounted upon. he hoists himself up and immediately turns and helps you up as well. crawling over to payakans armored back, feeling the tough skin of the great tulkun under your feet, you meet lo’ak’s eyes and giggle. then suddenly you interrupt your own laugh with a small scream, as water sprays out of the six blowholes that expand in a mighty breath.

“y/n” lo’ak says gleefully after hearing your yell, he represses the urge to tease you about getting scared, and instead he begins marching alongside payakans back. the view of his long and narrow body moving in a strut his chest protruding with an act of foolishness. his braided hair swaying with his movements. the two of you erupt in a fit of laughter together.

you come to a true understanding of how lo’ak finds happiness out past the reefs and with this outcast tulkun.

it was a place of freedom for the both of them, carefree and truly happy. and it was beautiful.

as time passed while the two of you spent together on top of payakan, it faded into time under the water, holding onto his huge flippers as he carried you two with great force through the sea.

“i like her lo’ak” payakan says with a whistle once you all stop and breach from hours of all the flips and rides for a break, talking to lo’ak as if you weren’t right there swimming next to him. making you gasp and go wide eyed, embarrassed.

but as you become embarrassed, so does lo’ak. for he never knew his friend would speak up about the secrets he had told him.

secrets about his true feelings for you, lo’ak entrusted payakan with. not thinking he would spill them out in a teasing manner right in front of you.

lo’ak let’s out a little holler of surprise once he coherently gets what was just shared towards him and his companion (inevitably as well as you), and looks at you with pursed lips, a look of self destruction in his eyes. you can only then connect the dots before you.

that lo’ak might actually share similar feelings you have towards him in return. causing you to blush. your turquoise skin becoming hued with arrays of a deeper blue almost turning purple. cheeks burning, you blink dumbly from lo’ak’s golden yellow and green speckled eyes towards the two much larger amber ones that stare back at you. an emotion of coyness overcoming payakan’s gaze.

“payakan” lo’ak hisses lowly, almost in a plead. only to be returned with more echos and clicks from the animal saying “i remember you telling me she was pretty, but i didn’t know she was both on the inside and outside”

you can’t help but let out an awakard laugh hearing what payakan shares, for he was totally exploiting lo’ak’s feelings to you. yet you felt happy at the same time to finally know that lo’ak had these emotions and thoughts about you, you felt embarrassed hearing it from a tulkun first and not himself. yet it wasn’t entirely lo’ak’s fault either, for he was eventually going to open up to you about it - and he never thought he’d ever have to worry about someone else telling you before him.

“is this true?” you say almost in a whisper. not knowing where your voice had gone - either from your past screams or the current state of shock you’re in. your small tone made lo’ak gulp and feel his stomach drop, frantically worrying how you were about to react to all this. “mmmh,” he almost groans out in pain, giving payakan the meanest glare he could muster, “well… yes?” he answers with a slight questionable tone.

his eyes squint and ears go flat, trying to brace himself for rejection from you, his and your body briefly both realize they’ve become incredibly tiresome from the overwhelming amount of strong emotions washed upon you two suddenly - all the while staying afloat with treading arms and legs. “i see” you say, with no kind of emotion for lo’ak to try and make sense of. and you drop your gaze from payakan’s and swim forward to once more get on top of the whale like creature - in a need of finally relaxing your constant working muscles. and lo’ak copies you in silence, crawling next to your laying body. catching how your eyes shift from being shut to looking up into the setting sky. and he sighs out beside you, heart sinking bit by bit with every second gone with no word spoken from you

payakan comes to the understanding that you two now need to talk this out, keeping his dorsal side above the water for you two to relax, he steadily and swiftly makes his way to awa'atlu - knowing it’s best to get you both back to the village before dark. (thanks to the first time lo’ak and him met)

“well..” you speak up suddenly, making lo’ak swivel his head to the side to see your face contort into a small formation of a grin. “i guess that’s one way of finding out”

your joking mannerisms cause relief to flow back into lo’ak’s system, as he finally feels like he can breathe again.

“i guess so” he huffs out in just the slightest bit of amusement, his lips slowly curling into a small grin. analyzing your thoughts, you turn your body on it’s side to face lo’ak’s still laying on his back. he takes notice in your movement and his eyes go instinctively down to look at your figure, the curves of your body become more prominent in your stance - leg hiked up slightly in front of the other, your elbow bent at a ninety degree angle to hold the side of your face, causing your waist to shrink even smaller than it already was.

blinking back up to meet your gaze, he’s met with your eyes holding a look of mockery (in a teasing manner of course) and it makes him laugh out, ultimately knowing he just got caught in action of taking his sight down your strong and alluring build. “sorry-“ he mutters out shyly

and you smirk, somehow finding a little confidence in this whole situation and process of emotions. lifting yourself up with your hands, pushing up from the gray/blue skin of payakan, you look down at lo’ak. his once bright eyes - now hooded and watching you from below as his head rests on both arms tucked comfortably underneath his neck. shifting yourself closer to his sprawled body, your knees coming in and pressing his side and the touch makes you want to go further. so, you fully take action and move yourself on top of his body, sitting yourself down on his lap. lo’ak can’t help but let out a surprise gasp feeling you come in contact with his body, his hands flying down to grab your waist in a slight state of shock. you relish in delight with his wide eyes, and parted mouth.

“lo’ak” you say, obtaining his full attention. his tongue darting out to wet his lips expectantly. he gives a small nod in acknowledgement to your voice, and you feel his hips shift underneath you with a shaky breath let out of his chest.

“i like… really like you”

your words cause a little hitch to catch in his throat, and you rip the smallest of moans out of him when you lean yourself down, cupping the sides of his head and land a passionate kiss to his lips.

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iiratix · 2 years

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Can we have a scenario where RSA has a ball and fem reader meets the twisted wonderland Disney Princess?

Enemy Territory

Where the loveable Prefect visited another school and the whole Night Raven College cause an entire ruckus of it

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Absolutely not."

The timid and bashful girl could only look down at the ground, disappointed by the disagreement. The question is; is it that much of a surprise? Obviously it is not. In fact, she's well aware it was a good old plain, no. She has false hope that maybe, he would’ve kindly let her go. Considering how he has a certain connection to the sender. Not in a good way, of course.

"Hah… What I'm far more curious about is how exactly Neige managed to invite you over? More specifically, to the front of your dorm." Vil looked down at Y/n, who stubbornly turned her head to the side, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, brows creased.

At the sight, he pondered where has that attitude come from? It is not everyday she would’ve acted in such a manner or so. Even worse, her current attitude reminded him of someone that he personally knows. He connects between the two dots, it didn’t take him long enough to send a nasty glare at Epel who’s whistling innocently beside him.

For that, he’ll severely punish Epel for being such a bad influence.

“No matter how many times you plead, no one will agree.” The dorm leader frowned, watching how she switched from her rebellious persona to a sulking one. Vil sighs, completely in disbelief at how persistent she is. If she wants a ball, he would try and persuade the headmaster to make one. There’s no need to go to such length of stubborness—

“...I hate you…”

“For the last time, n— Huh? Pardon?”

Epel somewhat snorted hearing that, muffling his laughter behind his palm, head swiftly turned to the side. Ignoring how Vil burning glare lies within him. Once more, he tried to be rather patient with the girl, looking up ahead onto the petite and smaller girl in comparison. Y/n's is undeniably adorable and that's why her charm is quite irresistible.

"...For the last time, no." Vil crossed his arms, clearly dissatisfied with her rebellious phase. "What part of no did you not understand?"

"Everything." Both Epel and Y/n speak at the same time, synchronizing with one another. That results in the two of them getting hit by the back of their head, having a red bump as the two cinnamon are sulking on the ground. Well, the other one is cursing to himself.

Vil finds everything unbelievable. Perhaps, Epel did become some sort of a bad influence for the Ramshackle Prefect. This further adds up the things he must do at once. And first of all, is to discipline Epel all over again. Starting from the basic form of all.

"Roi Du Poison, may I ask permission to interject this conversation?" Turning to face Rook, his vice dorm leader, Vil raises a brow wondering what this eccentric hunter has in mind.

"What is it Rook?"

"Personally, I would've let Mon Lapin go." Y/n quickly switches sides and stands behind Rook, brimming with never ending happiness. Even Epel came along and stood on the opposite side where Y/n was standing. The two of these first year students found their ray of hope among many others.

Vil feels rather skeptical upon closer inspection. He wouldn't be surprised if Rook himself would've taken her side. But, what about Epel? Why out of all people let her be? To go to their enemy territory? There must be a plausible explanation for this abnormal behavior of his. What exactly does Y/n bribed him with?

Spoiler alert: She didn't. Well, maybe she did. In her own way that no one can exactly copyrighted against. And no, she didn't not resort to violence.

"Of course, the thought of her leaving our territory wound my heart! However, the image of her to be a part of something, something outstanding right next to her, I must pursue this subtle image!" Y/n nodded full in ecstasy, that's when she rethought Rook words. And that's also where she becomes rather petrified.

"Rook-senpai… What do you mean by picture?" Rook outwardly smiled in full enigma, clearly didn't bother to specify what he had meant. Y/n and Epel look at their senior weirdly, judging the case on whos’ side he’s actually on. It was a tad inconvenient, but their calculation assumes he’s only doing this for the sake of his own satisfaction.

Per usual, it would’ve been easy to prevent her from being stubborn. How? Simple, all they need to do is bribe that low self-worth of a cat. That willingly to take some tuna can and betray his own liege. For once, Vil cannot find Grim anywhere. It is likely enough he was being held captivated to stop ruining everything on behalf of Y/n.

“Rook, no matter what you said, she won’t be going anywhere. And I personally represent the entire Night Raven College.”

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It had been a long time since the chaos at Night Raven College. No more unnecessary overblot, no more dorms or schools falling into chaos, no more vandalizing and destroying this family friendly school. Well, to be honest, it would have been a lot if one hadn't made a single mistake. Amazingly, he always made mistakes.

The sight of the seven students arriving at the principal's office in person was truly a terrifying sight. What's more, Malleus himself personally entered without further notice. Now, things would be a lot easier if Crowley summoned the Prefect right now. However, that was the main case, the reason why all the dorm leaders were here at once, glaring through the poor principal. This is why he tried.

"Headmaster Crowley… What's the meaning of this?" Everyone is painfully aware that it is bad news if Leona himself skips out his nap for something else. And not only that, the fact there were quite a few students outside the room, clearly dissatisfied with the principal himself. Plus, we don't need to go through different kinds of introductions just to tell who they are.

Crowley feigns a cough, hand on top of his chest, praying for the seven — internally — for his safety. "Pardon me, I do not understand what all of you are talking about." The tension in the room increased for a few seconds, even some random students walking around innocently could suffocate by themselves.

The sky that was once clear, gloomed, clouds gathered together in the color of darkness. It was one man doing, however, it expressed every one of them their current mood. Green lightning struck the earth, descending in its fiery fury. The glare of many eyes stare at one pitiful being alone.

"Well, perhaps I did something." Cried Crowley, shifting his approach to the enraged students who are ready to flip the entire world upside down. "However, it was thanks to my graciousness that I allow her to have a vacatio—"

"In Royal Sword Academy? The enemy of Night Raven College??"

"...Fret not! Ambrose promised me she'll be in safe hands while she's there—!!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!"

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"And this'll be your room!"

Neige has been more than kind enough to show her around the entire layout of the school. She never felt so incredibly excited for the ball by now. It was a safe choice to ask permission from Crowley instead of her friends. Unlike them, she'll manage to somehow guilt trip him one way or another. She does hope Grim won't cause a ruckus while she's away.

It's not like she'll disappear for an entire month or even years, she's only going for two to three days. After that, she'll make sure to return. Y/n felt there was nothing wrong with accepting the ball invitation. Hence, why does her friends make an entire fuss of it? Even Vil somehow managed to convince Epel, who's used to be on her side, betraying her and tried to stop her from going. Only some of them are quite chill about it, she doubted it would last long.

"Someone excited~" Y/n raised her head, facing what seemed to be the empty air. Had she gone crazy or did she for certain hear someone speak right next to her?

Neige cannot prevent the laughter that comes pouring out of his lips. It was amusing to say the least, to find her confused, looking back and forth in between Neige and her surroundings. Now, he's aware of the reason why NRC students tried to keep her all to themselves. Neige understands if Y/n could possibly become their one and only prized possession. They adore her and many people would've done so. Hence, they must've been afraid of her leaving them behind. Despite the fact it is quite dramatic per se.

"I'm here~" The voice that resonates in her mind comes from behind her. Alas, the moment she turned around, Y/n's face to face with a floating head.

"...Ah! Che'nya!" The Cheshire cat's smile could probably widen from his excitement. Soon enough, the remnants of his body appear out of thin air, floating upside down and boop Y/n by the nose.

The petite blinked in daze, taking a while to process throughout and burst into a fit of laughter. Even such action could've put her in a joyful mood. "Seeing you here intact... Guess Riddle couldn't stop you~?" Both could imagine Riddle's smoldering rage, his face completely red as the veins submerged from the depths.

"Well, he almost has my head for it." Replaying the scene over and over again, Y/n cannot help but to shudder. Remembering how the other day how her two best friends from Heartslabyul hunt her down to stop her. Even so, her stubbornness won and she disliked the possible outcome once she returned. Especially how she managed to slip away, right under Vil watch.

"And I'm pretty much sure Vil won't hesitate to poison me once I return." Neige chuckles, finding her words seems to be about right. He is well aware of what Vil might've done to her considering how Y/n ignored his words of advice and chose to come here with many risks and consequences following closely behind her. He can't help it at the same time, no matter how chaotic it seems, the school is quite lively with her presence around. And Neige himself has heard of some changes that happen within NRC.

And he knows, the people that surround her were just overprotective in their own way. Truthfully, he could tell how adored and loved she was. Even if she was held captivated far away from their hold, Neige was sure the entire NRC willingly to cross hell and heaven just to return her back home. RSA itself is no exception.

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Y/n look at her own reflection by the mirror, the dress that hugs her form, vibrated words of elegance and purity. She was wearing something similar to that of an innocent color, the pure white, added up with the small frill by the end of her short sleeves. The skirt stops right at her knees, matching on with the short heels that won't harm her during the ball.

There is nothing more than the feeling of anticipation. She feels quite excited for the ball, although the fact she must converse with someone else is quite nerve cracking. Y/n might as well brace herself up for the worse.

"...Deep breath… It's only a ball, what's the worst that could happen?"

Oh, apparently, everything. Being said, the only person she knew of is Neige, Che'nya and the seven dwarves. Other than that, she's nothing more but an outcast in this place.

Y/n always hate the feeling of being misplaced. It was when the world sorted out her place elsewhere than where she was supposed to. Call her paranoia or so on, it was only her social awkwardness that kicked in after quite some time. The confidence that runs through her vein has long diluted away.

Y/n felt like the spotlight was on her alone, yet no one paid any extra attention to her. By now, she wondered whether the reason for her friends to prevent her from going had something to do with it. Nipping on her lower lips, the look of distressedness by her facial expression was obvious and a tell-tell sign of anxiety.

It was a pity. A pity for her to dress up oh-so-nicely just to experience something horrible.

Thoughts overflowing her mind, there are plenty of 'what-ifs' scenarios that preoccupy her mind. It's likely enough due to the fact she feels quite left out. She cannot see those she had known in the sea of crowds, even if someone were to come and tried to talk to her, she ended up freezing on the spot with an awkward smile.

Thankfully, everyone here is much more considerate than she expected.

"Here, drink this." However, everything seemed to be in the same order when she felt a vial being dropped on top of her palm. Y/n raised her head up, facing a stranger that she had not known.

Y/n breath hitched up, beads of cold sweat stroll down from her forehead. Compared to her, the stranger is taller by a foot and a couple of inches. What caught her attention is the captivating and fluffed up hair that framed his face. What's odd is the style of his hair that somewhat resembles a feminine style, though she didn't complain since he looked nice with it. It is quite unique how he styled the side frame of his hair to be longer than the back, having a mullet cut and the remaining is on the same length on the side of his hair. The only accessory he wore is the headband that tied up into a small bowtie on top.

"Not a fan of talkers, are you? Aside from all of that problem, I'm messing around. Don't drink this unless you want to shrink like the size of an ant." He spoke, taking back the vial filled with a bluish color of liquid. If it has something to do with alchemist risk, why did he even offer that to her in the first place?

Y/n frowned, wondering the ulterior motive when he didn't even have one to begin with. A pair of alluring vibray blue eyes stare ahead at her e/c one, a tired smile curled up from the corner of his lips. He takes the side of his oversized, comfortable coat and bow down to match her level. "Nice to meet you. I've heard of you from Che'nya."

Somehow, Y/n feels a sense of familiarity that comes from within him. There's something that is similar to that of… Heartslabyul? "I am Aalis, Aalis Wonder." He offered her a kind smile in return, there was a tint of peace and solitude from his eyes, yet it looked as if it was ready to bring her elsewhere.

"Have you come down the rabbit hole as well?" Aalis inquired, taking careful notes of how she's the only female so far around an all boy school.

Y/n perks up at the mention of rabbit hole. Could it have other meanings? Something that could be said; whether she comes from NRC? Although, is there any need for her to answer it? When it was quite obvious without telling?

"Perhaps you have, how's his majesty? Strict as ever? Or is he still the same pompous tyrant?" Y/n parted her mouth open, brows furrowed deeply. Without telling, she knows for sure who Aalis is talking about. It didn't need to take her any doubt to assume who it was.

"Riddle isn't a tyrant." Aalis crooked his head to the side, thinking whether NRC has affected her to a certain degree to the point she becomes brain dead. "Is that so? That's good to hear." But, he didn't have any heart to voice out his complaint. If she insisted he's not one, then he's not. Simple as if.

"You must've been bored. Well, I understand that." Y/n shriek, feeling a warm palm enveloping her wrist, tugging her elsewhere. "Come meet my friend. It's not every day you could visit Royal Sword Academy. Who knows when they'll barge in."

They didn't need to specify who exactly they were. After all, the only one who would dare to barge into someone else's school and infiltrate the entire place would've been none other than NRC students.

Aalis keep his eyes trained in front of him, making sure to avoid any bumpy ways towards his friends. For some reason, the students around would've move away the moment they see him at their peripheral sight. Whether they had moved due to their initiative or there's a hidden reason that she had not known of.

"Ah! Aalis, there you are… Since when did you become a lady kidnapper?"

"Bold of you to assume I'm a kidnapper, prince Rielle."

Y/n could sense the hidden irritation behind his voice, it might've been due to the false accusations that were appointed at his direction. She takes a peek to the side, to where Aalis body isn't in the way. There she sees many individuals standing, including Neige. They seem to be someone that is close to one another… Wait, is that a tiger?

"Y/n! I'm sorry, I should've kept an eye out for you but I ended up losing you the moment you took a step inside." Neige clasped his hand together, showing how guilty he was for letting her drift away to the sea of crowd. It was such an unexpected event.

"As expected of Neige." There are multiple people at once, multiple strangers she barely knows, except for Aalis and Neige.

Aalis let go of his grip, an exasperated sigh escaped through his lips. "The poor lady feels out of this place. Do you not know how awkward it must've been for her?" Neige rubs the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, an awkward smile etched by the corner of his lips. Surely, he knows it is his fault to begin with.

Y/n stood there, unaware of what to do, watching Aalis nagging Neige for his fatal mistake. Even if she did say it's fine, it is not fine at all to begin with. Y/n kept her eyes focused by the two figures, until she flinched when she felt a fur at her hand.

Looking down, she spotted the tiger, a ferocious animal, nuzzling its head on her palm. "Seems like Rajah has taken a quick liking to you." Y/n look towards her interlocutor. A pair of deep - hazel brown stare ahead towards her.

He had long braided hair, on par with a fluffy pony style, that she's sure once she pat it, it might've bounced. He has a stoic expression, reminding her of someone, same with his kind of attire. It looks way and way too familiar to her liking. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Yasmin Al-Shani." Ah, never mind that, it put her into eternal peace the moment she heard of his last name.

"I'm sure you've met my cousin Kalim."

"KALI—" A hand covers her mouth, refraining herself from shouting in the midst of a ball. The least thing Yasmin wished to do, is for their guest to be embarrassed due to her own mistake.

"Yes, Kalim Al-Asim. He's my cousin. You must've been surprised to know that." Y/n nodded frantically to answer Yasmin's answer, having her mouth sealed away for the moment.

"Well, I'm more surprised to know he's at Night Raven College with that snake." Yasmin sighs, clearly having some hidden hatred for the said snake. Once again, Y/n did not need any more explanation other than that, having flashbacks of the awful, vicious overboot accident.

The tiger or rather, Rajah, turned to head back to Yasmin's side. Purring so ever gently, accepting the scratch behind his ear coming from his owner. Many kinds of questions run inside Y/n mind; who in their right mind would've allowed a student to bring a tiger to school?

"Oh!! Are we doing an introduction here? Move, Yasmin! It's my turn!"

"—?! Hey, Rielle! Watch it!"

Excitedly, he took her hand into his, shaking it up and down with a bright smile. Y/n blink profusely, wondering how hyper this kid would have become. "I've heard a lot about you, Y/n. Well, since you're the only girl there, of course I would! My name is Rielle Aleutian."

Could this possibly be… The Prince Rielle from that one photo incident? Y/n remember that one merman that was surrounded by many kinds of mermans and mermaids. Even in the middle of the crowd, his bright orange hair stood out amongst them all. And maybe, pearly blue eyes outshine more than any bright color.

"Again, who spoiled him too much again?" Yasmin asked with a scoff, patting Rajah. Rielle who heard that smile through the insult, ignoring the petty Yasmin. On the other hand, Aalis and Neige look at their interaction, yet they do not forget to keep an eye out for Y/n, making sure she's comfortable.

"Have you visited the Coral Sea? If not, I'll be sure to welcome you! Oh, are you close to the eel twins and Azul? You can bring them along if you want." Rielle's invitation sure sounds tempting, even so, Y/n doubted Azul would've agreed.

"I don't really understand why Azul always looks at me with hostility, but I'm sure I'll figure it out some other way!" Ah, now Y/n understand why. Azul somehow cannot handle this said prince for a reason during childhood. Or maybe, it was due to the fact he could be some sort of the factor of his traumatic past.

"While we're on the topic, I might as well introduce the remaining group." Aalis waltzes behind Y/n pressing his hand on top of her shoulder and pushes her away from Rielle, towards the two unnamed students. So far, Y/n have no room to talk, it's not like she wouldn't mind, since everything has been going on exactly how she wants. Listening in without any need to talk back.

There stood two figures, smiling so kindly at her direction. Unlike NRC students' first impression of her, they pretty much accepted her without caring of the difference. No wonder some were quite irritated by RSA students, especially Leona out of all people.

"Heres Jupiter." Aalis pointed to male with a burgundy hair color, his hair was long that reached around his shoulder or maybe more. At the end, the hair was tied, loosenedly. The plus is his enchanting mixed color eyes in between gray and brown. In other words, he looks quite enchanting in his own way, especially with his body build.

"Lastly, Aura Narcissus." Just like Aalis, Aura has blond hair that has a much lighter tone, the style of his hair is quite messy. His eyes matched with his hair, an auroral color to the point Y/n felt like he had seen it somewhere. Unlike the others, he seems to be one who's less aggressive and lean more into a gentle nature kind of a personality.

For sure, they all have the aura of a noble kind of kid. Even when Y/n are quite convinced that there's only one or two princes in the group. It felt nice getting to know them at some point, even if it was only for a brief moment, having someone else to talk to, and doing all the job of talking lessens the burden.

"It's nice to know you al—"

BOOM—

"Y/N—!!"

The group heard that one explosion, at the same time that one chanting of a name. Even everyone could've told what's happening at this moment. Che'nya suddenly appeared from nowhere, floating right beside Aalis and playing with his hair. "Purr-fect~! They're all here to enjoy the party~" In response to that, he sighs in disbelief, swatting his hand away.

"I suppose, I need to come and greet your majesty."

Y/n sweatdrop, feeling herself being pushed gently towards Heres and Aura. The two stand by her side, holding her shoulder to make sure she did not fall.

"Ensure the safety of the guest." Neige looked at the direction of Yasmin, knowing what he meant by the guest. But, there's one thing he cannot tell.

"We're not going to return her to them?"

"Neige, where's the fun in that?" Rielle asked, looking at him with a smile that's quite hard to decipher.

"They've come to our territory themselves, might as well pay the consequences."

"...Hah, I'll just make sure Y/n is escorted back safely to her room."

Aura ended up being the one who held the most responsibility of them all, since Heres has a competitive personality that run through his blood, there's no stopping that.

Y/n stand there a bit dumbfounded, until Aura gently holds her hand, dragging her with him with a smile on his face, reassuring her that everything would've been fine. Since, that'll truly become the case and RSA won't hesitate to take another kind of victory in their hand.

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