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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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your writing is so scrunkly i love it..... if it weren't for ur blog my bones would be all squishy. but anyways could i request rise!donnie x reader where y/n is a vigilante or minor antagonist of sorts who donnie was previously kinda rivals with but they end up having to begrudgingly team up for one reason or another? they end up working together, kinda bonding, and developing crushes on each other by the end of it. had this concept in mind for a while i think it would be neat

Happy to help keep your bones.. hard? Ig? HAHSHSBD Thank you tho !! It's one thing to be called talented, it's another to be called skrunkly <3 /pos my only wish in life is to be someone's blorbo

And also !! I love this I love this I love this !!! I rly went ham on this one bc I had just so many ideas this is such a cool concept !!!!!!

Put a cut bc its.it's.. rly long...

Warnings; Donnie almost dies, but not in an angst way in a cartoon way dw its brief, also cussing

( Romantic ) Rise ! Donnie x Gender Neutral Reader

Under The Mask

The first time the turtles met you was on a routine pizza run- I MEAN patrol.

You were a wiz with tech, having programmed and built your own high tech high durability battle suit in your home. You didn't have many opportunities to use it, so you often wore it simply to find a rooftop somewhere and do some snooping.

Technical snooping of course.

You had a tendency to hack into high security servers, see if anything interesting was going on, any cool research or data you could take for yourself

Sure it was a little rude but all in the name of advancement.

As luck would have it, you stumbled across Donnie's remote wristband signal, finding it quite a challenge of your ability to hack into it.

Donnie, of course, was notified just a little too late, as you had broken in already, and he had been forced to watch in horror as you STOLE all of his precious research (duplicated beforehand of course, u weren't a monster)

His brothers were incredibly confused as he spent the next week and a half, obsessed with finding out just what NO GOOD CRIMINAL STOLE ALL HIS STUFF!

You, meanwhile, were swimming in new research and blueprints, spending the next week and a half modififying the blueprints you had stumbled upon, adding some of your own personal flair, before adding them to your battle suit happily

Donnie, who had dragged his brothers along with him, found you outside at the end of that week, testing out some of your new additions.

As Donnie stalked up to you, instantly going off on a rant about how SELFISH AND CRUEL AND AWFUL you were, you were incredibly happy he couldn't see your face underneath the suit or you were sure he'd make your life a nightmare

You listened for a few moments, before shrugging and just continuing to test out your suit. If he wanted to scream he could, but you were already bored.

"Oh no no no! You do not get to ignore me in a cool and collected manner! I need you to be as upset as I AM!"

And so, he pulled out his tech bo, and you grinned. Perfect! Real practice.

His brothers groaned and sat on the sidelines, watching the two of you fight.

You both had to admit, the other was incredibly skilled, enough that you were both intimidated and impressed.

That particular fight came to a head when Donnie hit you hard enough to short-circuit the rocket thrusters on your back.

And you were livid.

Those had taken you so long to perfect! A year of real actual research followed by months and months of equations, and almost another year's worth welding and building and circuitry, all down the drain with one swift kick.

You whipped around, grabbing his ankle and throwing him across the rooftop, ignoring his brothers cheers and whoops.

"You ruined my rockets! Those took years to build! And it'll take even longer to fix!" You yelled, voice distorted by the microphone in your mask.

And to your displeasure, he just grinned, lying on his stomach, and looking so smug with himself.

"And now, we're even. Ahaha."

Oh he'd fucking pay for this.

And from that night on, the both of you were set on one upping and destroying the other.

The others always knew when you were around, because Donnie would always gasp overdramatically, and point accusingly at you before screaming, "Gasp! My arch nemesis back again!"

And in return, you'd gasp, distorted by your mask, and point back at him, "My greatest enemy! What are you doing here?!"

And then you'd throw quips back and forth, and inevitably get into a nerd slap fight.

It made great entertainment though, Leo, Mikey and Raph always made sure to keep a popcorn bag on them at all times, just in case you showed up and they got front row seats to the show.

There was always weird tension between the two of you, but the tension got even worse when you fought a giant metal dog thing together

Let me explain.

Donnie had gone out on his own, having tracked down the purple dragons, who he knew were planning on stealing a certain microchip from a nearby tech facility.

Obviously he couldn't let that happen, and he knew his brothers wouldn't actually care, so he went on his own.

Surely he could handle this, he was Donatello for crying ou-

He got his ass handed to him.

So now he was tied up in the corner of the room, watching as they sat there and literally STOLE all his tech!

And just as he was about to try biting his way out of the mechanical binds, who waltzes in but you

"GASP. My greatest rival! What are you doing here?!" He exclaimed, seeing you jump a bit as you turned to see him.

"My arch nemesis! I could ask you the same question!"

The purple dragons looked up at you from Donnie's stolen tech, glancing between you two as you argued back and forth, giving them plenty of time to steal the micro chip and place it into one of their own inventions.

As a loud clanging and banging sounded beside you, you glanced over to the group, freezing as you saw a huge snarling mechanical beast in front of you, powered by the chip you had come to steal for yourself.

"Aw no fair.."

"Not helping!"

You glanced at Donnie, then the beast, before shrugging and rushing past him, ignoring his indignant cries as you used your (new!) spider arms to climb up the wall.

If you couldn't get the chip you'd just have to look around for other useful items.

But as you made it up to the ceiling you watched as the purple dragons celebrated near the door, not paying attention to the shivering and growling monster they had created.

And you saw that it was hovering over Donnie, staring at the shaking turtle with bright led eyes and- Oh my god- oh my god it's gonna actually eat him-!

You jumped down right as it opened it sharp metal jaws, hitting it hard enough that it stumbled back, roaring loud enough to shake the whole building.

You turned quickly, seeing Donnie still shaking a bit behind you.

You quickly cut through the bindings, freezing for a moment as he spoke softly, staring at the blank mask that covered your face.

"You just saved my life.."

"Yeah.. yeah don't mention it, let's just take this thing down.."

He nodded, and you both jumped into action, outsmarting the beast with ease.

Surprisingly, you both made an incredible team, Donnie even had time to grab his gear and get it working for him again.

Though of course, brute strength does have its moments.

The beast bit you, grabbing at your armor and shaking you like a chew toy before throwing you across the room.

You hit head first into a wall, feeling your mask crack and sizzle with the short circuiting wiring.

Donnie was by you quickly, staring up at the monster as he asked if you were alright.

You pulled the mask off quick, throwing it to the side as it smoked, threatening to burst into flames.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." You spoke up, your mask no longer distorting your voice.

Donnie blinked, caught off guard by the difference as he finally glanced over to you,

Oh My Gosh you were attractive.

Donnie felt his face heat up as his limbs threatened to turn into jelly.

Oh My Gosh.

You looked over at him, giving him an odd look, and he realized he could see the emotion on your face now, and HOO BOY that really did him in.

"Donnie you good?"

AHHH FOCUS.

he shook himself out of it, standing up uncomfortably straight as he forcefully looked the other way.

"Yes! Of course my arch nemesis, my greatest foe, mortal enemy even! I'm quite alright!"

You were a bit confused, but nodded anyway, before jumping back into action, hyper aware of the lack of protection to your head.

Luckily it didn't matter in the end, seeing as you quickly defeated the beast, as well as the purple dragons fairly quickly after that.

You looked over the wreckage with your hands on your hips, before looking to Donnie with a sly grin

"If I asked really really nicely would I be able to take that chip from the monster without trouble? As a gift for saving your life?"

Donnie felt his heart skip a beat, but he forced himself to look as cool and bad boyish as possible.

"Unfortunately that chip is incredibly important for the betterment of society, therefore I'll just have to take it for myself. For uhm. Safe keeping."

"Mhm.."

There was a moment of silence, before you rushed forward, ripping the monster apart as you went diving for the chip.

Donnie squawked as he followed in your footsteps, the two of you wrestling over the chip before you finally pulled it out victoriously

"HA! I win!"

And as Donnie stared up at you, he really couldn't find it in him to fight you on this.

"Ugh, fine fine, take it whatever. Just get out of my sight!" He grumbled, ignoring the way his heart fluttered in his chest

"Can do, greatest enemy. I hope you have an awful rest of your day."

"It's night."

"I know!"

And then you were off. Having fixed the rockets on your feet days ago. He knew because you had mentioned it in your last petty fight with him.

He put his head in his hands, groaning loudly before spotting your discarded mask by the wall.

He hesitated, really contemplating his actions before giving in and grabbing the thing, rushing off before he could second guess himself.

Ugh he had a lot to think about.

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mimisempai · 8 months

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A group of the two of us

Summary

After what happened at the last shopkeepers' meeting, Mr. Brown asks Aziraphale to host another one, and this time a real one. Aziraphale agrees, but wants to do so well that he forgets to take care of himself. Fortunately, Crowley is there to remind him and lend a hand.

However, this meeting may hold another surprise for the demon.

Notes

Juste them and neighborhood life

On Ao3

Rating G - 2794 words

Crowley was walking past the bookshop window when he saw that Aziraphale was talking to Mr. Brown.

He couldn't help but feel the same kind of jealousy and protectiveness he'd felt that day in the pub when the man had sat down across from Aziraphale.

In fact, even today, Crowley felt he was invading the Angel's personal space a little too much for his liking, and no matter how harmless the demon told himself the man was, he felt what he felt.

That didn't mean he was going to do anything about it; he knew Aziraphale was capable of defending himself, and most importantly, Crowley trusted him absolutely.

That's why he preferred to focus on the angel, watching him carefully. He seemed rather at ease and relaxed in the way he spoke to the other man, so Crowley walked quietly to the door of the bookshop.

As he closed the door behind him, Mr. Brown was already on his way out.

When he saw Crowley, he nodded and said, "I came to... well, anyway, your... your partner will explain it better than I can. Goodbye."

He left a little hastily, as if afraid of Crowley, who raised an eyebrow at Aziraphale.

"Crowley! You're just in time, as Mr. Brown has come to ask me to hold the shopkeepers' meeting here, since the last one wasn't, I have to admit."

He sighed before continuing, "Which means I have no way of avoiding it this time."

Crowley narrowed his eyes and studied Aziraphale's expression before asking, "And how do you feel about that?"

Aziraphale replied, "It'll be almost like last time, except there won't be any dancing or music or pretty outfits."

Crowley chuckled and added, "And no demon army, no halo throwing."

They exchanged knowing glances and laughed lightly, glad to be able to joke about it.

Then Crowley asked, "When's the meeting?"

The angel lost some of his cheerfulness and replied with a slightly tense expression, "Friday night at 6:30."

Crowley replied, "Well, my dear angel, you're going to have to get to work fast, because there will be no magic this time. You're going to have to use all the human skills you've acquired. Not to mention the fact that you will no longer have a special edition to bargain with Mr. Arnold or Mutt..."

The angel gave him a challenging look and said, "You'll see, this will be the best neighborhood shopkeepers' meeting there ever was. Now leave me alone, I have work to do."

Crowley chuckled and went to settle himself and his newspaper on the sofa, unaware at the time of the effect that organizing this meeting would have on the angel.

He realized this two days later, two days before the meeting, when he entered the shop in the evening and found Aziraphale pacing in circles, notebook in hand, talking to himself.

It wasn't the first time since the meeting had been announced, and it began to worry Crowley a bit, as he could see the angel's tension level rising.

When Aziraphale set out to do something, he wanted to do it well, so well that he forgot about himself, to the point of neglecting his own well-being.

Before, the status of their relationship didn't really allow Crowley to intervene, but that was before.

"I must go to Mr. Arnold and try to convince him to come without having to negotiate. Then Justine, convince her too, maybe avoid speaking French and ask her if she can bring some finger food and other appetizers. Then it's on to Mrs. Sandwhich, Mutt, Nina and Maggie, and... oh yes! Mr. and Mrs. Cheng, and then-"

"Angel? Are you all right?"

Aziraphale waved his hand in the air and replied, "Yes, yes, my dear, everything's fine, I'm handling the situation perfectly. It's going to be tip-top, tickety boo."

Then he resumed his comings and goings, taking notes and speaking aloud under the demon's worried gaze.

Crowley looked at the time on the clock and decided it was time for him to act.

He walked over to the angel who had stopped taking notes, with his back to him, and gently placed his hands on Aziraphale's shoulders, saying softly, "Angel, I think it's time for you to call it a day."

Aziraphale shook his head, "No, Crowley, you don't know, there's so much to think about, I can't allow myself to take a break and be lazy. Nothing can be left to chance."

Crowley replied as calmly as ever, "Angel, it's past 9:00 at night. What more can you do? You can't go door to door at this hour, and I don't see anything on your list that can't be put off until tomorrow."

Aziraphale shook his head again, "Crowley, after last time's fiasco, I can't afford any mistakes. It has to be perfect."

"Angel, Angel... calm down. I understand that you're worried, but I promise you that taking a break now won't make things worse, quite the opposite."

Still with his hands on the angel's shoulders, he slid them down his arms and, having taken hold of his hands, led him to the chair, where he made him sit down.

The angel struggled again, "Crowley, I don't have time for this."

Crowley positioned himself behind the angel, placed his hands on his shoulders again, and said, "Angel, for once in your life, do what I tell you without question."

"Hey, I always do."

Crowley chuckled slightly and replied, "Really, you want me to make you the list, Gabriel, the ball, the car..."

Aziraphale sighed, "It's okay..."

Crowley smiled and began gently massaging the angel's shoulders in small circles with his thumbs. He said softly, "Aziraphale, I know this meeting is important, or rather the fact that you're organizing it, because you didn't care much for such meetings before. I understand that when you're in charge, you want things to go well. And it will. But tonight you're going to stop thinking about all that. Not another word about this meeting until tomorrow morning."

"But I..."

"Not another word."

"Crowley..."

"Angel, this isn't going to change anything. Let me take care of you for tonight, you'll see things in a different light in the morning and everything will be fine."

He was relieved when Aziraphale finally sighed and murmured, "All right..."

Crowley leaned over, kissed his hair and said softly, "Good decision, angel, you won't regret it."

Aziraphale bowed his head and Crowley continued his little massage, lingering on the areas of the angel's shoulders and neck that he felt were tense.

After a few minutes, he heard faint breathing and leaned forward to see that the angel had fallen asleep.

He called softly, "Angel..."

He couldn't help but laugh slightly as Aziraphale, who had never slept for centuries, had fallen asleep at the hands of the demon no sooner said than done.

However, Crowley couldn't let him sleep in that position. He walked in front of him and, kneeling down, gently ran his hand across the angel's cheek and said softly, "Angel, wake up. You can't sleep like this."

The angel murmured, "Crowley...m so tired."

Crowley laughed softly, "I know, my angel, but take it from someone who has slept in his car for several months, you are not going to like waking up like this tomorrow morning."

After a little encouragement and coaxing, as best he could, he managed to get the angel to stand up and took him, after a laborious climb up the stairs, to the bedroom. He sat him down on the bed and undressed him into a more comfortable outfit. Now that the angel had let go, he was so overcome with fatigue that he gave in like a puppet. Crowley helped him slip under the covers and after putting on a more comfortable outfit himself, he slipped behind the angel, wrapped his arms around his waist and held him close before whispering in his ear, "Go to sleep my angel, tomorrow you'll see everything will be fine."

It took Aziraphale only a few seconds to fall asleep again, and Crowley, once he was sure he was sound asleep, allowed himself to be carried off to sleep as well.

When he awoke a few hours later, knowing his angel's dedication, he expected to be alone, Aziraphale probably busy again. But he was surprised to hear a slight scratching noise and felt that he was not alone in bed. He looked up to see Aziraphale sitting against the headboard, scribbling in his notebook.

The difference from yesterday was that he had a much calmer demeanor and, most importantly, was still in his pajamas.

Crowley said quietly, "Hi, Angel."

Aziraphale looked down at him and replied with a gentle smile, "Good morning, my dear."

"Feeling better this morning?"

Azirphale put down his pencil and gently stroked Crowley's hair before replying, "Yes, very much, and thanks to you.

Crowley straightened up to sit next to the angel, kissed him on the cheek and said softly, "That's what we do, isn't it? Look out for each other. Speaking of which, how would you like me to help you?"

Aziraphale turned his head sharply and asked, "Help me? Why would you want to help me? You don't like that sort of thing!"

Crowley nudged him on the shoulder and replied, "No more than you do, but you do it anyway, don't you?" The demon looked down at the angel's notebook and said, "Let me take care of convincing people to come."

"You're not going to threaten them, are you?"

Crowley chuckled, "Angel, I can be charming, you know?"

Aziraphale nudged his shoulder back, "Believe me, I know."

"So let me handle this."

Aziraphale nodded and pressed his lips to Crowley's hair before saying quietly, "Thank you."

By mutual agreement, they decided to get up and get dressed in preparation for the day ahead.

After coffee for Crowley, tea for Aziraphale, and one last lingering kiss, they went their separate ways to prepare for the next evening's meeting.

Crowley decided to visit Justine's first.

The owner of the French restaurant was setting tables on her terrace when he arrived.

"Bonjour Justine."

She looked up and replied as she saw him, "Oh, Mr. Crowley, Mr. Fell's partner."

Crowley replied, "Crowley will do, and as for Mr. Fell, I'm sure he won't mind you using his first name."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"I have come on his behalf to invite you to the next meeting of the shopkeepers, a real one this time, which will be held tomorrow at 6:30, no dancing."

"Oh, that's too bad, the dance was fun."

"Aziraphale also asked if you're coming to bring some amuse-bouches."

Justine replied immediately, "Let him tell me the number of people tomorrow morning and I'll bring what he needs."

Crowley, surprised that it had gone so well, thanked her, unable to hide his astonished look.

Justine said softly, "You know, most of us don't remember what happened that night, but we do remember being in danger at some point, and we all came out of it unscathed. And we know you had something to do with it, so I don't think you'll find much resistance when you visit the other shopkeepers."

Crowley thought to himself that after thousands of years, humans could still surprise him, and in a good way.

He nodded with a smile and thanked her again before heading to the music store.

When he entered, he greeted the shopkeeper, who replied, "Mr. Fell's companion. Does he have another rare edition to persuade me to come in?"

Crowley thought it might not be that easy, and was looking for a way in when Mr. Arnold suddenly smiled and added, "What Mr. Fell gave me that night makes me his debtor for many years to come, so I'll be there tomorrow night.

"Oh," Crowley said simply.

This was finally going to be easy.

Most of the owners accepted the invitation without a problem, as Justine had said.

Crowley only had to accept that Mrs. Sandwhich would continue to call him nice, test a new coffee for Nina, and find a rare Queen record for a buyer at Maggie's.

The ease of the task didn't stop him from being glad to get back to the quiet of the bookshop.

Crowley said just before he collapsed on the sofa, "Angel, I swear I've done enough socializing for... I don't know how long, but a long time, I swear!"

Aziraphale, sitting at his desk, turned sharply to him and asked, "So? Who's not coming?"

Crowley, a proud little smile on his lips, replied, "Nobody, they'll all be there and with what you asked for. And by the way, I'm your friend, your companion, your partner, your lover. That's all the name they've given me."

"Oh, Crowley, I don't know how to thank you."

Crowley replied quietly, "I do."

Aziraphale looked at him in confusion and asked, "And how?"

The demon just opened his arms.

The angel shook his head and muttered affectionately, "Idiot," before joining him on the sofa and snuggling up to him, his arms around his waist as the demon's wrapped around his shoulders. After all, this way of thanking was just as enjoyable for him.

"Crowley?"

"Hm?"

Aziraphale looked up and asked, "Do you think I'll be up to it tomorrow night?"

Crowley grabbed his chin and seriously replied, "Angel, I've seen you stand up to a bunch of archangels and a bunch of demons with a bell and shut them up. So I don't just believe, I absolutely know you'll be up to the task."

He leaned his head forward and pressed a tender kiss to the angel's lips.

When he started to pull away, Aziraphale put a hand around his neck to stop him, and in turn, planted an equally tender kiss on his lips before saying, "Crowley, I couldn't have done it without you.

Crowley pulled him close before saying, "That's why we're a group of the two of us."

Aziraphale laughed slightly before replying, "You're right."

Then, snuggling a little closer to the demon, he said quietly, "You know what? I'm done for tonight, can we just stay like this and do nothing?"

Crowley kissed his hair and replied, "I have absolutely nothing against that program.

Aziraphale curled up even more against him and said quietly, "I...I never thought it would be this easy."

"What, Angel?"

"You and me like this."

Crowley sneered, "You call hundreds of years easy?"

"Idiot."

"But I see what you mean. I, too, sometimes find it hard to believe."

Aziraphale drew his face to his and kissed him again before asking, "And so? Is it easier to believe?"

Crowley pouted and replied, "Um, I don't know, I think I need more persuasion."

The angel laughed softly, but wasted no time in trying to convince the demon.

The next evening, he sat at the end of the table next to Crowley, ready to begin the meeting.

He coughed, trying to put on a brave face as apprehension gripped him, when he suddenly felt a hand on his thigh.

Crowley.

He let out a discreet sigh of relief.

The anxiety was still there, but thanks to that reassuring hand, he was ready to overcome it.

A group of the two of us, right?

He knew exactly what to say.

"Good evening everyone, thank you for coming. Before I hand over to Mr. Brown for the order of the day, I have a little announcement to make."

Feeling Crowley's surprised look, he placed his hand over his and intertwined their fingers before continuing, "Some of you already know, but I'm taking advantage of us all being together tonight to officially tell you that Crowley and I are together. As... as a couple. We live here together."

As his announcement caused a jovial buzz around the table, he felt Crowley's hand squeeze a little tighter in his own and turned his gaze to him.

Seeing the demon's expression and smile, Aziraphalel knew he'd said exactly the right thing.

The demon leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You'll never cease to amaze me, angel."

Aziraphale whispered back, "That way you'll have even less trouble believing it now, won't you?"

The demon shook his head and laughed softly.

Aziraphale joined in the laughter.

The demon took advantage of the bustle around the table to plant a light kiss on the angel's temple.

And when the meeting turned serious some time later, their hands remained intertwined on Aziraphale's thigh the entire time.

Even though Aziraphale felt absolutely confident and all his fears had vanished, he didn't want to let go of that hand.

Never.

Because they were a group of the two of them.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls · 3 months

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My partners and I are having a baby in May, and I'm excited to be a mom, but I also keep returning to your story "Checking In" over and over. It feels like a chapter of my life is closing and I know that a new one is starting and it'll have its joys too (including erotic ones!) but I can't help but be sad to see part of me go, or at least some of the dreams that have animated the last 7 or 8 years of my life (sexual and otherwise).

I think you said one time that you don't fuck with mothers because they usually have something in their life more important than you, and that speaks to me. My own mom told me that once you have a child, they're the only thing that matters, and while I think that kind of ego auto-annihilation is probably maladjusted (and maybe explains why I felt like she resented me sometimes when I was a child) I do feel the possibility of worshipping at someone's feet with a truly clear mind is being foreclosed upon, at least for a long time.

I'll be 52 when they turn 18, and I remind myself that hey, I find 52 year old women hot all the time, but 34 year olds aren't even exactly in huge demand now. It's not like my sexuality will disappear between now and then either, but it's hard to imagine what it'll be like. Having an hour alone with my vibrator interrupted by a crying infant I have to go nurse has a weirdly erotic frisson of its own, but I imagine it'll be challenging for a good while.

I told my therapist a version of this but I guess I wanted you to know it, too. I've sent you asks before and through your replies felt closer to, if not my God, then at least something I could pretend was for a little while. It's not like I'll stop cumming to your ouevre, either. I guess I just want you to know that although we only ever had cursory interactions, they mattered a lot to me, and will still matter a lot to me even though my relationship to it feels like it's exchanging a feeling of absurd aspiration for a tinge of wistful regret. Maybe that's selfish, I don't know, but it felt worth saying. Thank you for existing.

First, that was beautiful. My heart somehow managed to make the sound “Awwwwwwwww”. Seriously. I’m actually worried. But until the ambulance gets here…

Second, I am touched like Beyoncé singing to a little blind girl… I mean, that a young lady in your condition keeps re-reading “Checking In”, well, that’s just hot. But more importantly, I’m not happy if the words can’t reach you wherever you are. I like that they keep finding their way to you —and you, to them— even when you wind up in the cultural primordial soup of procreation.

Think about how deep you’ve gone! Months of your life, taken by a creature that doesn’t acknowledge your humanity; your body reshaping itself against your will; your organs playing God between your legs. And from here, beyond the horizon of fear and pain and relief, lurks eighteen long years of servitude and struggle and half-completed, clumsily rendered “I ❤️ yuo mOm” cards scrawled on construction paper. You’re in the thick of it. And presumably, of you.

To reach you there? That’s high praise indeed. Thank you, kiddo.

RE: sad to see part of me go

You’re simultaneously tugging at my heartstrings and making me envious of whoever has the joy of putting you through this most exquisitely human of tortures. I am totally jelly.

So much is being inflicted upon you, so many choices are being made that you can never take back… and people on the street will congratulate you. They’ll infantilize you, and frighten you, and shame you, and tell you smiling lies, and touch you like your body no longer belongs to you. You will become both less and more than human for a few months, and then WHAM, back down into the dirt of life, only now all the rules have changed and something really smells around here.

(A fun example of how you can be both catered to and disregarded all at once: note how much effort I’ve put into this response.)

All of which I’ve said so that I can say this: go, my dear child? Are you kidding? That part of your life isn’t going anywhere. It’s in everything you do. It’s who you are. You’re just modulating your relationship with it.

RE: something in their lives more important than you

It’s just better for everyone. Sometimes sad and disappointing, yeah… but better. I like clarity rather than confusion, and while keeping a girl perpetually suspended between dueling interests sounds like something I’d enjoy, it’s really not in this case.

RE: truly clear mind

Do you need that with someone? I mean, really need it? You obviously want it, we know that. But being pregnant at all suggests you might not need it.

That’s okay, y’know. Having a mostly clear mind? It’s okay. It doesn’t have to be spotless and sublime. I know I seem perfect to a certain kind of girl because I am, in fact, perfect for a certain kind of girl… but I represent precisely one way to push all those buttons of yours. Maybe someone else can’t push them exactly the way I would, and maybe you’ll always wonder if it’s somehow… less. Maybe it will be less, but you’ve gained enough elsewhere to soothe the burn of loss. Life is full of trade-offs… make the most of the trades you make.

RE: 52

I won’t bullshit you and tell you that life for a highly sexual fifty-two year old girl isn’t tricky. Our cultural cult of youth marches on, and pauses for no woman. But it won’t be exactly the way you picture it. After all, there will always be cruel, possessive 75 year old men with viagra prescriptions and amended wills ready to give you a whole new perspective on your oldest desire.

RE: challenging for a while

Yup, it’ll be a challenge. But you can do it, soldier. It’s your goddamned job. And good girls do their jobs. If you do yours the best you can, as thoughtfully as you can, then I suspect you’re gonna be okay.

RE: if not my God, at least something I could pretend was

It’s important to remember that the aspect of me that owns women is extremely possessive and proscriptive, but the aspect that inhabits your imagination is really relaxed about that whole “no other gods before him” thing. He’s happy just to own a little plot of land between your ears, a place to set up housekeeping… a hearth to keep the fire burning.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. You can lose your faith, but only when you stop dreaming.

RE: they mattered a lot to me, and will still matter a lot

There goes that heart thing again. I feel like it’s definitely not supposed to do that. Someone would have, y’know… mentioned it. “My heart just made a sound like a Pentatonix made of wheezing banshees leading a funeral dirge” feels like something people would talk about if it came up. Y’know, in passing.

Bless you, sweet person. I’m proud of you for bravely taking such a difficult path.

And you’re welcome.

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thistledropkick · 5 months

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Desperado made a few different tweets about Narita Ren joining HoT, some of which are pretty long. I've put them all in one post here.

"As partners and rivals working hard together, they became such an entertaining team

They developed such a good relationship, and their backstage comments went beyond expectations.

What a damn shame.

Such a half-hearted bastard.

I can see quite clearly why you're so impatient, but I'll deal with you as a member of STRONG STYLE after the Dome.

Don't underestimate us."

"I was pissed off and went back to the hotel room and drank with my senpai, but now I've cooled down a bit and thought this over.

The three of us didn't have that many chances to fight together on New Japan shows.

We won the belts, but we failed to defend them.

And after that, the timing for the three of us to challenge for them again just didn't work out.

From self-expression to pro wrestling ability, the members of our unit are absolute beasts, and there's nothing we can't do in that ring.

But also, the clumsy way that the company announced the "Reiwa Three Musketeers" and the massive expectations around it resulted in a backlash from the wrestlers in question. And then the whole situation was left awkwardly up in the air.

As for those involved:

Shota has a costume that makes him look like a star, uncontrollable backstage comments, and a Moxley-like entrance and fighting techniques, giving him a royal flush of personality.

Tsuji's next-level lucha technical abilities and all his hard work backing it up, his physical potential and his creative expressiveness, all come together to give him the voice of a champion.

But his studies under Shibata-senshu had too big an impact on him, so when he used what he'd learned under Shibata, people could only talk about him in comparison to Shibata.

Things don't change in an instant.

Especially not a person's value.

A kick that he no longer uses, by his own choice,

and shin guards that he removed as well,

and also the Cobra Twist that we thoroughly discussed the use of.

It hasn't even been a year yet.

What percentage of pro wrestling fans in Japan were able to see him in person and say "That's Narita Ren"?

It can take an entire year for a technique to be seen throughout Japan, and even then you don't know if it'll get over or not.

And that's especially true for guys like you and me, who wrestle in a straightforward and persistent style.

You lack the courage of your convictions."

"The whole reason STRONG STYLE originally began was because you were being bullied by House of Torture until me and Suzuki-san sent them scattering.

Did you already forget?

Are you stupid?"

#el desperado #ren narita #strong style #njpw #house of torture #my translation #narita ren #This took me forever to polish enough to be worth posting for two reasons -#a mahjong metaphor (I don't play mahjong) and a ghost metaphor that doesn't work in english #The gulf between 'I understand what this says' and 'I have translated this into english' can sometimes be as wide as an ocean lol #Anyway sorry for any awkward wording here but I did my best and I don't have time to fuss with it any more #And I don't think anyone else is gonna translate it so this is better than machine translated text or absolutely nothing #also I translated 地味 to straightforward here to match the word choice in one of the official interviews

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A polycule with all the Rebel Rejects?! Say no more I may feint from joy! jokes aside that would be cool, BUT as I've come to learn writing and coding PolyRoms can be insane and taxing so while yeah cool and desired I can enjoy this game 100% without it. Since I'm here I'd love to get the RO's reacts from being gifted a self made teddy plush (or whatever their fav animal is) from the MC.

Anyways I hope you're doing well, sending good vibes and well wishes your way.

Hey! Yeah I'm sure it'll be quite the task, but I think it'll be a really fun path to write even if it is pretty challenging. Everyone is so excited about it which just makes me want to write it that much more! Ok moving on to this super cute scenario! Let's say that they are already official and this is the first gift MC is giving them while dating. And they're just hanging out in MC's dorm room.

Roxanne/Robbie: *MC hands Ro a handmade wolf plushie* Aren't you just as sweet as can be. *grabs MC's chin and places a soft kiss on MC's lips* Thank you. *looks deep into MC's eyes* This is one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

Joleen/Johnny: *MC hands Jo a handmade dog plushie* Oh! Oh wow it's so cute. You're... just...how're you so great? *gives MC a sweet kiss on the cheek*

Delphine/Desmond: *MC hands De a handmade turtle plushie* This is so adorable, just like you. Now I need to give you something. Are you hungry? *MC says yeah and tells De what they're craving* Ok let's go to the store I'm making you dinner. *grabs MC's hand as they head out*

Rina/Ren: *MC hands R a handmade tarantula plushie* Thanks. It's really...*cracks a smile* creepy cute. *MC asks if they like it* What do you mean? *tackles MC, and looks down at them* Of course I like it. Plus you made it with your own hands, which just makes it that much more special. *gets shy and scrambles off of MC*

Everly/Everett: *MC hands Eve a handmade dog plushie* A token of your affection, handmade just for me. *wipes a faux tear* I am in awe and truly touched. *MC cracks up laughing* I really do love it though. I'm going to take it everywhere and make sure everyone knows that it was made just for me by MC. *gives MC a lingering kiss*

Karla: *MC hands Karla a handmade cat plushie* Thanks babe. *cheesy grin* It's so cute, you're so cute. How did I get so lucky? *sighs, and traces thumb over MC's lips* You're just...never-mind I don't want to get to sappy.

Faye: *MC hands Faye a handmade chinchilla plushie* OH MY GOD! This is so freaking cute! You made this? Oh my God. *gets teary eyed* Thank you...so much. Sorry I don't want to make this weird, it's just rare that people do things for me... *Hugs MC super tightly, pulls back and tries to laugh of the serious moment* You're too sweet. *boops MC on the nose*

Sebastien: *MC hands Seb a handmade lion plushie* Mon cœur ne supporte pas autant de soleil. You continue to amaze me. *pulls MC in for a sweet, but firm kiss* Let's go out you, me and notre petit lion. Suddenly I'm in the mood for something sweet, my treat of course. (roughly translates to my heart can't handle that much sunshine and our little lion)

Maxine: *MC hands Max a handmade hedgehog plushie* I love it! The perfect addition to my little collection. How many have you made me now? One for every birthday since you learned how...so this is 4. I will continue the theme of naming them after famous actors. There's Helena Hedgeman Harter, Halle Hedgeberry, Hugh Hedgeman, and this one will be Heath Hedger. *MC and Max erupt into a fit of laughter*

Silas: *MC hands Silas a handmade dog plushie* Thank you MC. *pats MC on the head* This is very sweet, I'll put it somewhere safe. *MC asks Silas what he means* What do I mean? I mean I really love it, I just can't let anyone see it, not yet. I don't want anyone asking questions, ending up with us getting caught. I really like you, we just have to stay under the radar until you're no longer my advisee. *pulls MC close and give them a soft kiss, and sighs* Thank you for being so understanding.

#interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #themuse if #if: themuse #extras

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thana-topsy · 10 months

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Hello! I hope this isn't too much of a loaded question, but do you have any general tips for writing? I'd like to give fanfic writing a shot at some point.

Not at all! I'm always happy to talk shop about writing! As far as general tips go, there are some things that I think everyone could benefit from, so I'll try to condense my opinions and suggestions into A Numbered List. (We'll limit it to 5 suggestions for now).

Read Actively I mean this in the sense of really chewing on whatever it is you're reading. Dig into the meat of That One Paragraph and look for things you enjoy, things that tickle your brain. I'll give an example from something I read recently, which is our lovely @kookaburra1701's newest story "Aristeia" "They crested the final hillock; Mor Khazgur dominated the shallow valley below. When she had been younger, Borgakh had often imagined the longhouse was a lazy cat asleep on a bright green rug, curled up against the rocks of the Druadach Mountains. When the stronghold’s goats were pastured in the glade, they played the role of mice scurrying about under the cat’s nose." I was just ENAMORED by this passage. The whimsy, the rhythm of some the repeating consonants -- stronghold's goats, glade -- and just the imagery it drummed up, reminding me of those fanciful imaginings of my own childhood. So don't just read a lot, but read actively. Read works that inspire you, authors that impress you, and subject matter that's similar to the type of stuff you want to be writing. And think about why you like the things your like, and draw that inspiration into your own writing. Imitate your heroes until you're no longer imitating and it's just how you write.

Accept Constructive Criticism This one is always a challenge in the beginning. The Ego is a powerful little devil, and it'll try to confuse you. It'll tell you that your value is tied to the words on the page. But I'm here to tell you that YOU are NOT the words on the page. Take an objective stance on your prose and your plot. Everyone starts somewhere and (hopefully) nobody ever stops learning or improving. NOTE: Notice I said constructive criticism. This does not mean you should let people tear your work into shreds in bad faith. Listen to people who want to see you improve and also find joy in the craft of writing.

Read Your Writing Out Loud This is kind of self-explanatory. You'll get a really good feel for your own rhythm and flow VERY easily this way. And you'll catch almost any mistakes right away.

Cut All Unnecessary Words This is getting into the technical side of things, but why not? One of the first books I read on the craft of writing (whose title unfortunately escapes my mind at the moment) contained this advice, and it is STILL something I struggle with. Obviously, when you have a character with a specific voice, sometimes they get flowery in their internal speech and observations. I'll use Aiden as an example: "The fort loomed over them, massive and severe. Aiden attempted to judge the architecture and found he wasn’t quite sure what race or nation could have possibly built it. Or when it was built, for that matter. Second era, perhaps? The design seemed more Breton than Nord: austere, angular, and formal. But so close to the Velothi mountains, it could have been Imperial." I bolded words that don't actually add anything of value to the descriptions here. We lose nothing by cutting them out. But they're how Aiden thinks about the world around him. So I keep them to give shape to his internal processing. I'd say to try to write without these kinds of flavor words first, then start adding them in. Learn the rules before you break them, or break the habit before it becomes the ONLY way you write.

Write Every Day This one is tough in the beginning, but it's so crucial to becoming a better writer. WRITE. EVERY. DAY. Even if it's just 200 words, do it. Make it your little morning ritual or evening wind-down. Pick a time that's just for you and your words. Close all your tabs, put your phone on silent, and just write. Be alone with the world that you are trying to create. And soon enough, you'll find that you can't go a day without writing something. And what a joy that is.

That's my list! I hope you found these tips useful! I also recommend reading books on the craft of writing, too.

Best of luck on your journey! You have infinite possibilities before you.

#topsy's asks #writing meta #writing advice #on writing #fanfiction #fanfic meta

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befuddled-calico-whump · 8 months

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Hand in Hand (part four)

@whumptober Alt. 10: Shaking + Alt. 06: Playing Cards

cw: aftermath of whump

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When they're done with Wes, when his body is limp and trembling, they unchain Dan and drag him out of the cell. He asks them to let him check on the unconscious man, in a voice hoarse from screaming for them to stop, but they ignore him. He knows they're taking him to Swift.

Dan doesn't realize how cold the cell is until he's taken out of it, the warmer air of the hallway easing some of the tension out of him, though it's not enough to make a difference. Even with the men supporting him on either side, walking is difficult. His head throbs, and his legs shake with every step, threatening to give out. He's gone longer without food, longer without sleep, taken harder hits, but the combination of the three is hell on his body. It's a miracle he's still on his feet.

Mercury Swift is sitting at a table when they reach her, a pack of playing cards in hand. She doesn't even glance up as the men push Dan into the chair across from her, not bothering to restrain him before leaving the room. He knows why. All the assurance they need that he won't try anything is back in the cell.

"Are you ready to tell me your terms?" he asks once they're alone, but Swift acts as if she didn't hear, idly shuffling the cards from hand to hand. The movement looks bizarre; Dan never took her for the type of person who likes having fun.

At last her hands are still, and her gaze slides across the table to land on him. The look in her eyes is one of appraisal. Is she taking in the fresh bruises? The way he's gripping the table to stay upright?

"Do you play rummy?" she asks.

"Some," he replies, easing his forearms onto the table and leaning heavily on them. Better support. Less swaying. "What happens if I lose?"

"I'm not a gambler, Mr. Melchior," she says with a heavy sigh. "I only wanted some company. Maybe a challenge, if you're any good."

He won't let himself believe her. It'll be so much worse if he goes in expecting mercy; better to brace himself for the worst outcome. But he isn't going to turn down the game either, not when the alternative is probably returning to the cell for another twenty-four hours. "Then let's play."

Dan takes deep breaths through his nose as she begins to deal the cards. His head feels like it's full of gravel, and the rest of him... well, the rest of him feels like it just took a beating. Still, he needs to try and stay sharp. He can't let the waiting game go on forever; he needs to figure out what she wants.

They play a few rounds in silence before he tries. His hands shake as he sorts his cards, and he isn't sure if it's nerves or exhaustion.

"If all you wanted was a partner for cards, you could've asked," Dan says, laying a three-of-a-kind onto the table.

"Mm. Isn't that what I just did?"

"Without torturing my friend," he adds, trying to make the accusation sound light. Friendly.

"You admit you're friends then?" She lays down a sequence of her own. "He isn't insignificant?"

Dan clenches his jaw, wincing as the movement spikes pain through his bruised cheek. "I know the stakes," he says, drawing a card. "I swear, I'll do what you want if you stop hurting him."

"Why, I haven't lain a finger on him."

"You give the orders. Or do you mean to imply you don't have control over your new army?"

Her eyes darken as she looks up from her cards. "Careful, Mr. Melchior, that's hardly polite."

"My apologies," Dan mutters, letting the silence draw out as she considers her next play. So far, even her responses have just been another way to toy with him. He needs to be more direct. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing," she says.

"Nothing," he repeats. There's no way. Why keep him alive at all, if she wants nothing? Why force him to listen to Wes scream, if she wants nothing?

Swift finally lays out a sequence of cards. "What could you possibly give me?"

Dan makes his own play immediately. "You're the one who came to me," he says. It was months ago, but that changes nothing. Before that day, he'd never once heard the name Mercury Swift. He wishes that were still true. "You're the one who wanted to meet with me."

"And now I have what I want. My new army." She pulls apart the sequence he's played, adding it to her own.

"Then why am I still breathing?"

"Maybe I thought you'd entertain me."

No. No, that can't be it. He knows she's a schemer, she must have some bigger plan than breaking them both for her own amusement. She let Wes live, let Dan know he's alive. She wants his compliance with something.

"Maybe," he says. "But I think you need me. You need my image." That has to be it. Physically, he's only one man, hardly enough to make a difference in the grand scheme of things. Strategically, she can't trust him. But if she truly wants to take over the known universe, she'll need more than pure strength. She'll need support from those of a similar mindset.

"If the world sees me agreeing with your cause, willingly conceding leadership to you, don't you think they'll take you more seriously?" He's almost certain his hands are shaking from nerves now. He's holding his cards with both, digging his elbows into the table to try and keep Swift from noticing the tremors.

But she smiles at his words, not looking up from her own cards. "Now you're speaking reason."

Dan lets out a shaky breath. At least he's made some sort of progress. At least he's less in the dark, but he can't rest yet. "Alright," he says. "If that's what you want. I can play your loyal dog."

"Play?" Swift draws a card. "Hardly. I want you to become it. Convince me it's your true nature."

"I will," he says. He has to, doesn't he? "If you let my friend go."

When Swift lets out a short laugh, he knows she won't. He already knew it wouldn't be so simple, but he had to try.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to take you at your word? A good leader ensures they can trust their underlings. A smart leader has collateral."

Dan clutches his cards tighter. "So he stays. Fine. But if you hurt him--"

"I will hurt him," Swift cuts him off. "Every time you step out of line, he will pay the price. But you already knew that, didn't you?"

He did. "Mercury--"

"It's your turn."

Dan lets his shoulders drop, leans heavier on the table. He plays one card, adding it onto an existing sequence. "Will you at least give me a show of good faith?" he says, his voice quiet.

"Good faith?"

He swallows. "Unchain him. Let him rest, give him food and water. Please. You have nothing to lose by treating him humanely." At this point, it's all he can hope for. He can wait. Play her game. He just needs to keep Wes alive until he can come up with a way to outsmart her.

"Hm. I'll think about it," she says, and lays down the last of her cards. "I suppose a dog is better controlled if the leash is maintained."

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #no.10 #playing cards #shaking #altprompt #oc #fic #riotkingsau #angst #psychological whump #two for one cause im tired #im so bad at ending things sorry lol #aftermath of whump #<<this isn't the actual ending i just mean ending chapters #endings are hard

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HELLO!!! Welcome to my ask blog :DD I'm Roman, and I also post more fantroll/original stuff on @diescm !

#youralterniaanswered for asks

This pinned message will (eventually) organize the ask blog and its chatacter specific posts, but for now it'll just consistently update with all the available characters to interact with!

Things to watch out for on this blog are mentions/showings of:

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First and foremost, let me set the rules;

(These will change and be edited as I run this blog longer, so check in occasionally!)

1. Ask Etiquette

1a. Flirtations : Perfectly acceptable, especially if you've got a character to do it with. NOT cool if it gets pushy. No kink or otherwise NSFW asks. Not developing any major ask-blog canon, regular characters/askers will be acknowledged, but if you want to hook a character of yours with mine you must be a mutual/friend and discuss that with me privately.

1b. Rudeness : Insults, Instigations, and such are fine, I even allow castist character asks (*For the sake of character interaction*). However, I will not entertain actual slurs regarding a characters sexuality/orientation.

1c. If your ask is in character, please try to leave their name or something recognizable in their first ask so I can check them out!

2. Character Interaction

2a. Perfectly fine to do! Might just take a minute longer for me to respond since I'd like to read up on whatever character has going on.

2b. I am willing to ship my characters with any my mutuals' would suggest (within reason) but that Canon will be seperate from this blog.

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CURRENT TROLLS AVAILABLE TO ASK!!

Dorian Marino

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Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Virus, Sign of the Adaptable

《 Dorian has consistently been involved in gangs since his hatching, practically. The third and last head of The Vipers, adoptive brother of Monroe Depoti, Don of the Depoti family, and now working with The Black Blades, Dorian couldn't leave this life behind if he tried. And he has.

These nights, Dorian is Second in Command in The Blades to his father, Dallas. Married to a Rustblood with a son that he loves more than anything in the entire universe, Dorian is eternally grateful to the people in his life he has now, and he makes sure to show it.》

Corpse

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Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Caprigo, Sign of the Lacuna.

《 Corpse doesn't speak much, often preferring to just glare, or on occasion use ASL. He speaks even less about his life before Dorian was in charge of the Vipers. Being second in command, you'd think there would only be partial responsibility of the gang, but many former members that still identity as Vipers would tell you Corpse outworked Dorian every single night.

These nights, he's followed Dorian to The Black Blades, where he works under him and their mutual father figure, Dallas. Hes married to an Indigoblood with a son that gets treated as nothing less than a prince.》

Carlah Menick-Tesbik

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Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Cis fem, bi (masc leaning)

Sign: True Cancer, Sign of the Signless

《 Carlah's iron grip on her own destiny has been challenged since before she'd even hatched, and she's never let it be loosened for anyone. Except, of course, for her mate. Before all else Carlah is a fighter. And a damn resilient one. Enough to be working with the Don of the Devira family at 21.

These nights, Carlah tries to balance her life as a Capo in the family, and being a mother in her family of 12. Yes. 12. And she will fight tooth, nail, claw, and bone for every single one of them.》

Viqtor Menick (Jr.)

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Cis masc, mlm

Sign: Scories, Sign of the Redeemer

《 Viqtor has raised more of his siblings than his father remembers he's had. He'd sworn since secondary school that he would never have children of his own, grubsit, or even befriend those that had intentions of having grubs. He's regarded far and wide as one of the best chefs in Alternia; catering several weddings, graduation parties, highblood hatchnight celebrations, many local government events and private venues both in and out of his home city. But in Authorius, he's known to select groups as The Butcher; willing to dispose of bodies without question as long as his uses for them are met with just as few concerns.

These nights, Viqtor lives in the suburbs of Authorius with his husband and three of 5 of his children. His daughters have had their own livea for sweeps now. Carlah has her own separate family and affairs entirely, but Xenara, his goldblood adopted daughter, works with him in the kitchen of his restaurant as his best chef. 》

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namelysane · 1 year

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When Lloyd and hellspawn go out do they have to put on disguises? Do they also put on like contacts or something? Does hellspawn love dressing up or does she hate it?

Initially, Lloyd never really saw any need for that because he never once took her out with him after she was made...spawned?

Keep in mind this was after the Final Battle — a.k.a back when Lloyd had to show up to ceremonies all over Ninjago and was busy as heck. On the days when he was on break, he always spent them at Garmadon's monastery and never left because he was desperate for some peace and quiet while trying to take care of her. The furthest he even went with her was just outside the monastery.

And yeah, maybe also because the thought of wearing a disguise didn't cross his mind at the time. Sigh.

(Garmadon, teach your son how to shapeshift. i'm begging you.)

At Zane's funeral, they just passed her off as a distant cousin of Jay's from Edna's side of the family. And then the team split, leaving Lloyd to spend nearly all his time at the monastery during the first few weeks contemplating things to the point he really needed a distraction.

So the only one he was left with was Nya, who was basically like: Put on a hoodie and take her out to the park. The weather's good.

Lloyd: But you guys told kid me i looked terrible with my hood up.

Nya crosses her arms: That was Kai.

Lloyd, sniffs, looking away: Whatever. Still hurts a year later.

Nya, lets out a sigh: Lloyd—

Lloyd: Not happening. It'll make me look like a kidnapper.

Nya looks at him warily: What kind of movies have you been watching, again?

Lloyd pretends he didn't hear her: Or maybe I could grow a moustache.

Nya stares at him: I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.

Lloyd: But I'll look good—

Nya: I'm disowning you.

Lloyd: I was joking!

Nya: Just wear a hat. I'll even buy you one.

And so, Lloyd went with a fedora and green contacts to cover his red eyes & started taking her out more often — with Nya occasionally tagging along. It's mostly just walks in a stroller in which he just pretends to be his kid's older brother who's supposed to be watching her. Overall, it's fun. One day there were old ladies who came up to them commenting on how adorable the baby was, causing Lloyd to be like: there's no way i made this.

And fortunately, she was asleep at that moment, so her eyes didn't give Lloyd away.

When Nya isn't there with him—and it's also one of those days he blames himself for Zane's death, Lloyd finds himself spilling everything to hellspawn and then feeling really bad about it later. His only comfort is that he knows she won't remember this—he really hopes she doesn't.

After s4 and pre s5, Lloyd started getting sick of having to pretend to be his own kid's brother instead of her father so he decided to dress more maturely to look older, even putting on a fake moustache & goatee to complete the look and took her to other places to not be recognized. Kai could no longer see his baby brother anymore & was sad for a week.

But after s5...well that was where the real challenge began.

After the press found out the Green Ninja actually had a child, Lloyd was hysterical. They'd been so careful, so careful and now it was all gone. Great. She's gonna go through the same thing he does now all because she's stuck with him for a dad.

She's only two. Lloyd can't make her wear contacts every time they're out and Zane says that isn't advisable either. And considering he can't keep her isolated on the bounty for the rest of her life, he decided to get some wigs, hats and literally anything else to make her as unrecognizable as possible.

And she hates it.

Well the good thing is, her eyes look more brown from afar instead of red, so there's no need to worry about that. She really despises wigs though. Lloyd eventually decided to just dress her in toddler hoodies — which he made — or cover her face with a blanket after finding that out the hard way.

And before s8 and some time after Lloyd's eye color changed completely, she started taking an interest in green colored contacts just to match him because his eyes weren't red anymore.

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hwnglx · 6 months

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hello, can you do a reading on if blackpink will renew their contracts or not?

will blackpink renew their contracts with yg?

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

jennie 4ofw, hangmrx, aceofw she has a great relationship with them and can tell they're very eager to keep her, but she's delaying the decision till the very end. she's just very unsure, she wants to make a choice that'll be beneficial for her creative freedom. like she wants to be her own boss, make her own rules, not have to stick to yg's idea of who jennie kim is. i get a lot of "me me me". i can sense that at this point, she's just more interested in doing things on her own, rather than in a group. although two of the cards i got indicate a "yes", my intuition is telling me she could definitely go the other way to pursue her own goals. a maybe for jennie. rosé emper, aceofp, 8ofp, 3ofw&3ofsw she seems to be heavily influenced by a powerful male figure here. i can tell her main priority is to keep on working to expand her foundation even further, but there is this feeling of constriction almost.. where she feels that leaving the company would do more harm than good. there might be an emotional attachment to it. she wants to grow and develop herself more, but at the same time she doesn't wanna deal with the difficulties and challenges she might encounter if she left, the "growing pains" if you will.. so, a yes for rosé. lisa 7ofw, 8ofc, 6ofw, 10ofsw&aceofc she's the only one who very clearly wants out. obviously we all know yg is fighting for life to keep her, but lisa is firmly standing her ground on wanting to leave yg behind to be her own woman. she's immensely confident in her abilities to be successful without them, and sees the end of her time with yg as a positive and new beginning with tons of opportunities already waiting for her. not just career-wise but also emotionally, it'll give her a renewed sense of self, like a rebirth of some sort. she just doesn't see any good coming out of staying with them any longer, the 10 of swords is as much "rock bottom" as it can get. no for lisa. jisoo hier, 10ofc, 3ofp, tower&wheel another member who seems a bit torn.. she's someone who doesn't really care about going outside the box much, she seems satisfied with sticking to the rulebook and doing what she's been doing till now. she's happy about the place she's at, and feels comfortable. but there seemed to have been some sort of a tower moment that made her feel as if a karmic shift is happening. she feels as though time has come to approach a new chapter in her life, and something is pushing her toward welcoming that transition. she's opening her eyes to the possible positives that change could bring. a maybe for jisoo, but leaning towards a no.

#kpop tarot #blackpink tarot

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idlenight · 9 months

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@wonda-fhr essentially challenged a bunch of us to answer even more Sidestep OC asks. I will gladly take the free reign to unabashedly talk more about my Sidesteps. And there where indeed about three questions I had wanted to answer in varying degrees that didn't come up!

So here we go, it got longer than I intended.

19 - what scarred them the most about the heartbreak incident?

There was so much happening during heartbreak. Loss of autonomy, loss of loved ones, loss of life. Death everywhere you looked, in every breath. You can't push your mind out and feel because then it'll find you.

You do something you thought you would never do (the gun tastes metallic, like the blood you smell everywhere, but the cold touch on the roof of your mouth is strangely comforting). You want to end it all, relieve the pressure of pretending to be something you're not (why did you think you could be a hero, or human?), but also the actual pressure of another mind wrapped around your own (suffocating, stiffling). There's an underlying anger there, directed at you, at the thing doing this to you, at the people who have made you, it's hard to tell which but it's anger all the same. (You've never been angry like this, it settles inside and cuts a place for itself but it'll be forgotten and fester for years).

It's hard to pick one thing out of that whole mess that shines above the rest. The whole thing weighs on River like Atlas, and he's pretending it's not there. Out of all of it I focus the most on the actual heartbreak scar the most. River took on the Suicide scar, and death is very prominent in River's current perception of himself. In the question about death from this list I said "River considers himself a death man walking." and he does consider himself as death, not just the person that died on that day, but current day River. A perception that Julia is challenging.

River's Suicide scar faded into the Revenge scar. Something I like to think as bubbling up to the surface as a long festering anger after Julia starts to make him feel alive again, however small. If River doesn't stay productive that anger would eat him alive and destroy what fragile relationships he has build. It's an ugly thing. (it's hard to tell if that anger is his own, or someone else's).

21 - what is their philosophy?

River has the fate motivation, and while he doesn't believe in some grand design or something out there putting people on a path, he does believe that things that have happened couldn't have happened any other way. The future is still malable, but once something has happened that is the only way it could've played out.

It is inevitable. It is what it is because it couldn't be anything else. (Aiat*)

It's an odd and somewhat floaty philosophy you might not expect for someone that is quite tactically and intelectually driven.

(*Aiat, a word the fictional species the Hive use from the game Destiny. It holds a lot of meaning lore-wise but the word is what I based River's fate motivation on. If you're interested here is a post that explained it beautifully. It might however not make a lot of sense if you're not already aware of destiny lore.)

35 - if they could have any other superpower, what would they choose?

I wanted to answer this one for everyone except River actually! I have a habit of making all my ocs and mcs fit and live together in one reality parallel to each other. I find it fun but also an interesting exercise to figure out logisticaslly. Maxwell, Clementine, and Rain all have different powers to me than Sidestep, because none of them a truly Sidestep in my head.

Clementine is tricky because I’m still not sure if I want her to be a infiltration unit or a combat unit. For infiltration I was imagining her as having super-senses, keeping her on hyper alert at all times that it almost makes her a prediction machine (and a great listening in device). As a combat unit it would be some level of invulnerability/indestructibility and perhaps super strength.

Rain is some level of telepath still (it runs in the genes). Tactile, and perhaps only one aspect. Not suggestion like Hollow ground, there don’t need to be two. Unsure if it would be memories, or feelings? Something I’m workshopping.

Maxwell is the only one I have fully figured out. They are a double boost. Their first dose gave them the ability to create force fields, bubbles of protection. Their second boost gave them invisibility. (Pretty much just the power set of Violet Parr from the Incredibles). Only their first boost is registered.

#fallen hero #fhr #sidestep #ask game #oc tag #oc: River Becker #oc: Maxwell Elmore #oc: Clementine Price #oc: Rain Becker #river: scars #river: personality

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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hob begging for the cage back i. oh my god. yes. like he was desperate to have it off and get to come, he was! but now that it's happened he realizes how much he loved feeling like he really was just dream's toy, where his pleasure didn't really matter, just how good he could be. he loved the gentle caretaking from the corinthian. he loved being needy and turned on and he loved the ache when his cock would try to get hard even though he knew he couldn't. and laying there with them he realizes how much he's going to miss it.

which naturally means that he winds up sat in dream's lap, stuffed full, the corinthian playing with his cock, the first time it's been properly touched in a year. while begging them to not let him come, to cage him back up instead. the corinthian mentions that if he likes it that much maybe they won't even let him out after another year, maybe it'll be longer this time, and hob starts sobbing with how hard it is not to come and how much he doesn't want to.

-🐈‍⬛

Oh my dear 🐈‍⬛, you have officially pulled me neck deep into the long term chastity thing. I am INTO this. And so is Hob, lol.

I love the idea of the Corinthian really making Hob beg for the cage. Hob is sitting on Dream’s cock and he's literally never been so turned on, Dream is fucking him oh so lovingly and the Corinthian just won't stop talking and touching Hob’s own aching cock. Asking why on earth he thinks he deserves the pleasure of being locked up again? How does he plan to earn himself such a big reward? And Hob doesn't know, he doesn’t know what to do except squirm and beg and try desperately not to cum. It's like a war between his mind and his body, and the Corinthian is only stoking the flames, asking Hob if he realises how long he could be locked up for? 5 years, 10 years even. It's no bother for either the Corinthian or Dream, they're perfectly willing to take care of his little caged cock for all that time.

And Hob is just a wreck. He'll do anything just to have the cage back, to be safe and owned by his masters again. He knows he doesn't deserve it but he promises he'll be such a good boy, he'll make them so proud of him. And finally the Corinthian gives in, he says ok, Hob can have the cage back but he's going to have to earn it. Dream and the Corinthian are going to fuck him over and over together, and they're going to cum in him again and again until Hob is completely full, until he can't fit another drop inside. And Hob’s challenge? He has to get on all fours with his cute arse held up in the air, and he just has to hold it all inside for a couple of hours. No leaking, no dripping. If he manages that, the Corinthian will lovingly lock him back into the cock cage. If he fails, he'll have to wait and try again next year.

Naturally Hob agrees to the challenge. Because even if he fails, getting DPed and stuffed full of cum by his lovers seems like a very reasonable way to start the new year.

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hobrintheus #nsft

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alovelyburn · 2 years

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You may have noticed that I am slowly working my way through your Berserk ramblings and it's giving me some thoughts that I need to vocalize At Someone and may as well direct them at you. Feel free to respond to this or discard it at your leisure.

At any rate! The Chosen One narrative. I get why it's such a popular trope to the point of cliche, and it being a cliche is where most discussion of it ends, that I've seen. But the Chosen One narrative is one I rotate and examine in my head a whole lot even my own. And mostly the idea that... a world or society is kinda fucked if it's relying on it?

The entire world is relying on one person to save it. And most of the time that person succeeds. Okay, great, amazing, happy ending! We can leave it there, right? Right?

But it's kinda fucked up. Because the world and the people in it are either unwilling to or incapable of saving themselves and fighting their own battles. They're all waiting, or being forced to wait, for some mythical hero who can fight the fight for them and save them. And thus this hero is forced to shoulder all their burdens for them. In order to create a world free of sacrifice and death and misery, they are basically the sacrifice. They have to directly confront the worst of the issue and make it themself. But in a realistic world, things don't just... stop. There's always another battle. There's always more issues to address. And if the Chosen One was so amazing and dealing with the previous struggle... surely they're a reliable choice for the next? And the next? And the next...

And at what point does saying 'I can't keep fighting. I could keep fighting, I am physically able, but I can't. I want a normal life now' become selfish, if you're the only one who can fight, who every wants to fight, at what point is enough enough?

It's a question, however successfully, I try to challenge in my own story that I'm writing, alongside free will. The hero gets told he's going to become a hero and save a lot of people and be remembered forever as a hero, and so his ends up molding his life around 'being an ideal hero', killing and letting his allies be killed as little as possible, trying to take all the sacrifice onto himself instead. And he's relieved when he dies because I did it. I saved a lot of people. My reward is legends and stories about me and rest. But then he wakes up, and realizes it wasn't really a prophecy, it was a test to see if he's the kind of person who can be entrusted to do this forever... and he passed. He's stuck with a role he's told he willingly chose, and now the story is about seeing if, when, it'll break him.

And he can't stop. Because if he stops, if he falls ill or disabled or dies, then who takes it all up in his stead? So he can't retire. Can't stop. Can't die. Because now he's set a precedent. Now the whole world is expecting HIM to keep being The Hero. For an eternity. And he ends up building his identity around that. Around being The One Who Saves Everyone Else and The One Who Everyone Else Relies On.

(Would you believe that any parallels with Griffith were completely accidental and mostly just me Really Really Liking that character archetype? :P)

And like. Griffith's whole thing is that everything in his life was building him up for THIS, the Eclipse, but I could also see him as a similar deconstruction to the Chosen One archetype. He's beautiful and strong and intelligent and charismatic to the point of being superhuman... and so the Band of the Hawk deifies him and MAKES him superhuman. And he ends up leaning into that. And even his morals seem more in line with someone from our time writing a character, because having to sacrifice distresses him. And then when becomes Femto, it's JUST the Hero, the deified pieces, without the actual human inside that had built up the facade. And without all the messy angst and morals... he sacrifices everything, and proceeds to create a world where sacrifice is no longer necessary, and where even the demons have a place in the grand scheme where you can quite clearly see how it's. logical and beneficial. It has its purpose you have a hard time arguing against.

The world demanded a chosen one. But the chosen one couldn't handle the weight, so long as there was a person in there. Only a god could really carry the weight that being a chosen one would REALISTICALLY demand.

At any rate. Mildly incoherent but I hope you enjoyed. I have Many thoughts about the Chosen One trope and I really enjoy deconstructions. Magnus Archives is another fun deconstruction about chosen ones and fate, mostly because of this quote from one of the major villains: "It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck."

Wow! There's a lot going on here. It's funny because I also have a lot of thoughts on the Chosen One trope and I also have original story ideas that dive into those thoughts, albeit in a different way than what you're describing here.

When it comes to Griffith/Berserk, I more or less agree with you. It's interesting that so many people assume that Griffith's messianic role must be a cheap trick made to cover for his evil intentions because I feel like... and obviously I could still be wrong... but my perspective is more like he really is the messiah but that's a problem.

And yes, it's been a problem the whole time. Because I do think that Griffith's character is largely built on the idea that people have deified him and now he has to live up to that image, which is something he manages to do on the surface but only by breaking everything he has inside of him, first by ignoring or actively wrecking his emotional and mental well-being during his years as a human and then by carving his humanity out entirely.

There are a lot of things about Griffith that I wish more people would catch onto, but this is one of the biggest ones, because by the time he hit the Sacrifice era, he wasn't even chasing the dream for his own sake or his own ambitions anymore - he was doing it to live up to what he promised the people who killed and died for him. And giving up his humanity and everything his human self loved in order to become a hollow symbol is the final thing he does in order to live up to that symbol, if that makes... sense.

There's a reason Femto and Neo-Griffith are like fused into the armor either literally (Femto) or metaphorically (Neo, because he almost never takes it off? even when he's having breakfast?) and I do believe that's because what he has become - he's become the Hawk (or the Falcon if you will). He has been trapped in that role - the role that caused him so much distress during his human years - in perpetuity. And yeah, that's tragic to me.

This is all reflected in Femto's line during the final Ganishka confrontation:

The Japanese is more explicit but he is essentially saying "he who bears the burden of the light upon his shoulders" - an acknowledgment that his role weighs on him.

The context of the quote is more telling still, but ultimately I do think that line is the very heart of Berserk as a story.

#ask #berserk #griffith

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sabrina-central · 2 years

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You know what? I like you! *shows you my Sabrina Summer Job AU*

Every summer since she was 10, Sabrina and her dad would spend a lot of time during her vacation watching Nascar together (and other such car racing shows and events, that's just the one I'm familiar with through my American centric lense of pop culture).

Her dad liked the high speed racing, the action and adrenaline of it all, and while she could certainly see the appeal, it never drew her attention nearly as much as the pit crew.

Those six people working together diligently to make sure their racer's car has everything it needs to keep going, have only about 10 seconds to do so!

That's insane! It's impossible!! And damnit, she wants to learn how to do that so goddamn bad it hurts.

She studies everything she can on her own but whenever she hits a roadblock, she asks her dad if he knows the answer. He helps as much as he can but he admits she's already far more advanced in her understanding of it all than he's ever been.

Perhaps it would benefit her to talk to a professional and, with proper supervision and without letting her do anything too dangerous, she might be able to gain further knowledge through personal experience, using what she's learned in theory and applying it in practice.

And with that idea in mind, when she was 12 years old Roger took his daughter with him to his trusted car mechanic of 15 years, one of the best there was. Sure, he wasn't part of any pit crew, but he knew his stuff and like Sabrina he had started fairly young.

The little girl had a million questions to ask him and she did so in rapid fire succession, her words forming so fast he thought for a moment he would no longer be able to perceive them as they would break the speed of sound.

Although overwhelmed, he found her curiosity and enthusiasm endearing and decided to take her energy as a challenge and do his best to match it.

The trips to the mechanic became a monthly thing. Everytime he'd answer the five to ten questions he didn't get to last time she'd have about 20 more, just ready and waiting to be asked, and thus the cycle continued.

He never got tired or bored of answering her, clearly this was as much her lifeblood as it was his.

Which is why it was no surprise that when that summer rolled around, he had an offer to make Sabrina, making sure to run it by Roger first, of course.

"A summer job? She's barely 13!"

"Don't think of it as a summer job, Rog, it's not like I'll be having her fix up the cars or even talking to the clients! It'll mostly be more of what she's been doing already in between playing 2000 questions where the only topic is cars. It's more of an apprenticeship. If and when she's old enough to decide she wants to start working here, than we can discuss that."

"Still, I don't know. The only reason I was ok with doing this was because I was able to be here for it. If she's here all summer... what if something happens and I'm not here to protect her?"

"Roger, you know I would never let anything hurt her. I know she's not my kid but she's my student, and I consider myself responsible for her. She's very important to me, nothing bad will happen to her on my watch. You have my word."

"It's not you I don't trust, Hector." He answers, so much pain and fear unspoken. He doesn't need to say it, Hector's always known the things that weigh heavy on Roger's mind.

"You won't lose her. Not to this. If anything, I think having this in her life will only do her good, it can help her." Hector reassures him.

Roger knows he isn't saying this just to get an affirmative. Hector is many thing, but a liar isn't one of them. That man had never said something he didn't belive in, and he was often proven right. Not always, but enough for Roger to trust his judgment.

He takes a deep breath. "You do realize I'll be swinging by here every chance I get, right?"

"Oh no, I have to see more of you? What a nightmare!" He jokes with a dramatic hand over his forehead, pretending to faint before chuckling. "Come on, Rog, you know you're always welcome at my shop!" He says with a wink.

Roger smiles. He can trust Hector, and his daughter is stronger than his anxiety gave her credit for. It might not be a bumpless road, but those don't make for a very entertaining race anyhow. The important thing is she'll end up in one piece.

So, with the arrangement settled between the two, they both break the news to Sabrina, of course making it clear that if it's not something she wants she's not at all required to do it or anyth-

"ARE YOU KIDDING?! YES YES YES, A HUNDRED THOUSAND TIMES YES! WHEN DO WE START CAN WE START NOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?!"

Hector and Roger both laugh fondly at Sabrina, running and jumping around the shop like she's on a sugar high after a finishing her entire Halloween haul.

"Actually, I've seen that happen and I think this is somehow worse." Roger says with biggest smile on his face.

"She's a good kid, and a real natural at this too. It's always a thrill to find out the thing you want to do is the thing you were meant to do." Hector replies, a matching grin as they watch her look around the room and take it all in, realizing that she'll get to spend her summer vacations here, learning to do what she's always dreamed of!

By the time shes 14, she starts actively helping out at the shop. She still doesn't talk to clients or fix cars, as per the agreement, but she helps take inventory, lets Hector know what tools need fixing and she even troubleshoots particularly difficult issues his clients have with him and helps him do his job without having to break said agreement.

Thank you, technicality!

And so, the summer before going back to school, she asks to be allowed to work on the cars.

"I'll start with one car a month. You can even give me one of the old cars that you got from the junkyard. that way you don't have to worry about me dealing with an angry customer after I messed up his car!"

"Yes, but I'd still be breaking the promise I made your dad - "

"You promised to keep me safe, right?"

"How do you know that part?"

"I know my dad, he's always worried about me. And though it's sweet, it seems a bit more excessive the older I get. Look, you can renegotiate the agreement, I can help if that's what it takes, but... I'm past the point where disassembling and assembling an engine is sufficient enough training for me. I wanna get a head start and gain some real experience! Especially since Im only here two months a year, anway. And since dad and I agree I shouldn't skip high school to go to a trade school and pursue a mechanic career at 16 - "

"And what's wrong with that?" Hector asks, jokingly defensive.

"Oh nothing, whatever works for every individual but, it's just not for me I'm afraid. Anyways, don't change the subject!" Sabrina replied, barely even getting distracted by the turn in the conversation before steering it right back on track.

"Well, can't blame a guy for trying to save himself from the wrath of his favorite person."

"My dad's your favorite person? Hmm, idk if I should be jealous or intrigued..."

"Suddenly the conversation about you wanting to repair cars is a lot more appealing, lets go back to that please!"

"Hmmm... okay fine. But this isn't over."

"Oh boy."

"Anyway, I can talk to my dad, give him the ol' puppy eyes, tear down his anxiety walls with some sound logic. Should take me a few days, maybe a week if he's feeling particularly stubbron, but just. Promise me you'll think about it? Please?"

"I..." He has about a million protests he can think of off the top of his head.

They all die in his throat at the sight of her dreaded puppy eyes.

"I swear, you Raincomprixes are gonna be the death of me one of these days." He mutters before letting out a deep exasperated sigh.

"Alright, I'll see what cars are safest for you to work on and I will consider allowing you to maybe repair one of them."

She squeals and jumps him, giving him the biggest hug. For a girl so petite, she gave surprisingly crushing hugs.

"Thank you thank you thank you! You're the best mentor ever! This is gonna be the best summer ever!"

Well, Hector didn't know about that, but one thing's for sure.

This summer was definitely gonna be an interesting one.

#dee writes #miraculous ladybug #sabrina raincomprix #car mechanic! Sabrina #first time I made an oc for a sabrina backstory that isnt my take on her mom #also if youre picking up some ~vibes~ between roger and hector well #(;#i just want a scene thats like #Sabrina: dad im bisexual #roger: oh? whats that mean sweetie?#*one explanation later*#roger internally: wait so its not straight to have those thoughts about your guy friends?#roger externally: ah. i see. i think i might also be bisexual #sabrina: I FUCKING KNEW IT!

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razzle-zazzle · 1 year

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Ramble about more Dion x Morris x Gisu plz

Okay okay so. In my other post I mentioned having a lot of thoughts on how they get together.

ahaha this got longer than i expected it to so under a cut it goes

So. We've got Dion and Gisu making googoo eyes at each other. They've kind of discussed what's going on between them, and they've kind of just mutually hooked up without really talking about it because they're both interested and soft romantics and dumb teenagers. Morris and Gisu are friends, and Morris is becoming friends with Raz and Queepie; this creates plenty of opportunities for Morris and Dion to interact.

It takes a while, for Dion and Morris' idiot rivalry to crystalize into a friendship. Takes a while for Dion's annoyance and Morris' dares to turn into camaraderie, for their challenges and arguments to become a way to let off steam and break away from their responsibilities. But once they do, they start hanging out in more casual settings, start interacting on more even ground.

It starts when Dion's going through a routine, and Morris decides to catcall him, knowing that it'll annoy Dion to no end. He's right. He's so right about how much it annoys Dion that he does it again the next day, whooping and hollering obnoxiously.

"Oh, you want a piece of this, Martinez? Not my fault if I'm making you swoon!"

...Dion responds in kind. It throws Morris off for a second—but only a second before he shoots back with a "Well why don't you come over here, and show me up close?"

Gisu finds the fake flirting hilarious. She's laughing. Dion and Morris are trying to one-up and fluster each other in the most obnoxious way possible and she's laughing. She lives for the chaos, lives for banter and bickering and fighting that isn't serious in the end. And it really isn't serious—it's two idiots reciting sappy poetry and posturing like peacocks in an effort to one-up each other. It's Gisu occasionally pitching in a comment of her own about something sweet Dion did for her just to needle Morris. It's amusing to everyone else to watch these two idiots be idiots.

But Morris and Dion are not good at deescalating. They're not good at really knowing how to stop, once they get going. Not yet. And this isn't the kind of contest with a conclusive ending.

The shenanigans continue, along with all of the other stupid dares that Dion and Morris get up to—they're not doing the fake flirting all the time, and are generally just spending more time together as friends. The fake flirting has got a definite "Oh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" feel to it. But ironically. Completely ironically, they swear. The other junior agents get annoyed after a while, but similarly write it off as a dumb little challenge that'll peter out eventually,,,,, hopefully,,,,

And then it isn't ironic. It hits Morris suddenly, the realization that Dion's voice makes him want to throw and kiss the acrobat in the same breath. It hits him suddenly, in the middle of an unrelated conversation, his brain making the connection.

It takes Dion a little longer to realize. A little longer to have his "oh god I want to punch him in the mouth,,, with my mouth" moment. When he does, it hits him like a truck.

This is the part where things get awkward. Oh, sure, it's hilarious that Dion & Morris essentially bamboozled themselves into Having Feelings For Each Other, but let's not forget Gisu! Morris doesn't want to ruin his friendship with her, Dion still has feelings for her and doesn't want to just break it off with her just because he went and fell for someone else at the same time. He may be a dumbass, but even he can recognize that that's a jerk move.

So. We hit the awkward awful drama part. The part where Dion and Morris both hit upon the conclusion to just. ignore the fact that there is a mutual romantic attraction between them. Except now their interactions have become stilted, awkward, edging into bitter, their bickering sliding into genuine arguments because they're angry with each other and themselves over the whole situation. Because they're teens who aren't sure how to interact with each other now—they're making a bigger deal out of this then it really is, but it still is a substantial shift in their dynamic that they're not sure how to handle.

As for Gisu? Oh, it was hilarious in the beginning. She was living for the chaos. But now it's just... awkward. The guy she likes to hang out with and impress and kiss and her best friend can't talk to each other without getting in a genuine argument or shutting down. It's no longer fun for the three of them to hang out together, and Gisu can't stand it.

She pulls Dion aside because if there was ever a time for a serious talk, this is it. He affirms that he still likes her, and Gisu's still interested in him, but—

She wonders if maybe they should just try to settle into being friends. Maybe it'd be better if the three of them all shelved romance for now. After all, she's pretty sure that her and Dion being all sappy and trying to impress each other is just going to be a summer fling in the end, right? The Aquatos will leave to travel again, and Dion will run into some other pretty guy or girl and try to impress them.

But Gisu's a romantic idealist at heart, so she just kisses Dion and tells him she'll talk to Morris. And then he and Morris will talk, and work out whatever is going on between them. And everything will work out, because Gisu would much rather everything work out.

Gisu talks to Morris. He doesn't want "whatever I've tricked myself into having for Dion" to get between them. He just wants to get back to his radio station and put all of the drama behind them.

And it looks like it'll work! The three of them hang out—it starts out awkward, but then Gisu brings up how much she wants to try skating atop the Motherlobe, and suddenly Dion and Morris are encouraging her and helping her plot her way up there and Morris mentions he'll bring the camera and it's almost exactly like how the three of them interacted before all of this drama. It's great, and Gisu's having a good time—

She doesn't quite catch the exact moment it all fell apart. In hindsight, she'll remember that something Dion said must have rubbed Morris the wrong way, and Morris snapped back a sly little insult, and it must have devolved from there. But in the moment, it felt like Gisu was on top of the world one second, and then Dion and Morris were at each other's throats the next.

Gisu intervenes. It devolves into a three-way shouting match; Morris and Dion are shouting at each other, Gisu's shouting at them both for being immature, they're yelling at her to get out of it. Dion ends up going back to his family's camp angry and bitter. Morris' shoulders are hunched, his thoughts a low, jarring static to Gisu's senses. Gisu huffs and leaves to go skate her frustration off.

But Gisu's an idealist, like I said. She's stubborn, and she doesn't want to just give up just because things got a little heated. So she goes to Otto for advice. And then Milla. And she takes the time to think, and plan, and comes to a conclusion two days of Dion and Morris outright avoiding each other later.

"Right." Gisu drags them both out to a quiet little spot in the Questionable Area. "I'm not dealing with your awkward bullshit any longer. None of us are leaving this spot until we've worked," She gestures vaguely at all three of them, "this out. So. Start talking."

And that's where it starts. The conversation meanders, at first, with Morris and Dion dancing around the real issue until Dion caves and outright says that he likes both of them. A lot.

"And shit, I'm sorry for screaming at you." Dion adds, his eyes locked on the ground as he cringes. "I don't want to be fighting with you all the time. Not like that."

And Morris returns the sentiment. He's happy so long as he's got K.L.O.B. running, so long as he's still got his friends.

"But enough of this sappy junk." Morris waves a hand dismissively. "K.L.O.B.'s not going to run itself." He shrugs, affecting as casual an attitude as he can manage. "I'm fine with losing out to Gisu on the romance front anyway—that ship has clearly sailed."

"But what if romance didn't have to be a two-player game?"

Ah, yes, Gisu's sappy little heart and it's sappy little idealism.

Dion makes a soft noise somewhere between an inhale and a squeak, looking at Gisu with a look she can't parse. Morris blinks, equally caught off guard.

Gisu wonders if maybe she should backtrack.

She doesn't.

"I mean, I like Dion, you like Dion, and—and romance is just love and communication, right?" She shrugs. "So maybe we could..." She's not sure where she's going with this, but her mouth is moving faster than her brain can keep up. "Maybe it doesn't have to be a two-player game."

Dion makes a soft noise. “So we just all date each other? The three of us?”

“Maybe not all three of us.” Morris offers. “Maybe me and Gisu both date you? We could probably work out a timetable.”

And that's how it starts :]

Obviously they're not perfectly aligned right then and there—they spend some more time talking, trying to figure out what they want. Dion and Morris go on a date atop the waterrise ("first one to the top wins!" "oh, you're on."), and then Gisu drags Dion off for a "skatedate." Morris and Gisu request permission to go out to town and then go watch a movie together, trying to figure out if they're even interested in each other. The three of them hang out like they normally do, any awkwardness lingering in the air disappearing as they settle into a comfortable dynamic.

They don't tell anyone what's going on, not right away. They're all still trying to figure everything out themselves, sort-of sort-of-not dating while trying to get their bearings. Gisu and Dion do research on polyamory at the local library together. Morris subtly (read: very unsubtly) broaches the topic to Milla, asking her what she thinks of it. Milla correctly intuits what's going on and reminds Morris that "communication and consent are the basis of a healthy relationship."

So everyone (except Milla) initially assumes that Dion & Gisu are still dating, and whatever was going on with Dion & Morris has been worked out. Everything's back to normal, no need to worry about the rest of the junior agents being dragged into the drama.

Morris and Gisu and Dion slowly settle into a relationship. They have a few small fights, early on, a few disagreements as they slowly work out their new dynamic. Every time, they return to the same spot in the Questionable Area to hash it out. They're not perfect. But they're willing to work for it, all three of them.

They're still working out how to go about announcing it—Dion does want to tell his parents, he's still looking for the words—still working out how to explain it, when Norma, looking for Gisu to get her help with an assignment, finds Gisu and Morris having a picnic together, unambiguously making out.

It goes about as well as you'd expect.

#ask zaz #psychonauts #dion aquato #morris martinez #gisu nerumen #dion/morris/gisu #look i just. i have so many thoughts about morris and dion bamboozling themselves into Having Feelings For Each Other #they're teens they're clever they're dumbasses they're learning they're experimenting they're bonding #dion growing to love morris & gisu fiercely; growing to love when the three of them are all together just existing and doing things #gisu growing to love and appreciate all the little quirks that dion and morris have. having two people she can ramble to who will listen #to her just to hear her voice #morris growing to trust gisu and dion; to trust that they'll have his back and be there and be themselves #i just. mmmmm #years down the line they look back at all the drama surrounding their getting together #and gisu comments that ''it really is something out of a soap opera''#trying to hit a healthy balance of humor and drama with this #based on the fact that the three of them are teens of varying emotional intelligence #so like. there's some drama and it might feel a little world-ending to them. but it's not actually world-ending #and when they're able to cool off and actually talk to each other #they're able to hit upon the idea to try‚‚‚ dating each other #oh hey this is my 3500th post lmao #there is nothing significant about that i just think it's neat :]

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