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etheries1015 · 5 months

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We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD

OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...

Accidentally courting them

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu

Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.

TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3

Leona

It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.

"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.

"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.

"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.

"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.

"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."

Ruggie

You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.

"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.

"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.

"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.

Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.

Jack

You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.

"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.

"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,

"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"

...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.

Malleus

You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.

You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.

"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.

"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"

"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.

Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.

Lilia

Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.

You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.

"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"

"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.

"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.

"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.

"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,

"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"

Bonus:

Rook

You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.

"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.

"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)

Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??

~~~

This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh

Masterlist

#Twisted wonderland #Twst #Twisted wonderland x reader #Lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #Malleus #Malleus draconia #Malleus x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt #Leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst fanfictions #ruggie x reader #Jack howl #Jack howl x reader #Twisted wonderland fanfictions #twst fanfics #twst x reader

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saintmagx · 9 months

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✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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hello! how are you? i love how you write my favorite snk character levi ackerman, thank you for sharing such an amazing talent. i hope i am not yet late, would like to request #16 of your rabble prompts.

again, thank you so much and have a nice day!

alkdsjf ;alkjfksldf you're so sweet!! i want needy levi T^T

ok my brain is literally running on exhaust fumes, so this will probably be my last drabble for this challenge!! thanks everyone for participating <3 pls still bother my asks or dm's :)

16: I Want Your Attention | Drabble Event

✧ word count ➼ 600 (guys i'm getting better at managing word count be proud of me) ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, fluff, captain!reader, needy!levi

It was going to be a long week. You knew this. The recent batch of recruits just graduated and would soon be splitting off into their respective branches. This cycle, you were assigned to spend the week with the new graduates and cross reference their rankings with your own observations.

You figured it wouldn't be that bad as long as Levi was by your side.

However, your aloof boyfriend had only stuck around with you for about 2-3 hours before completely disappearing, leaving you to fend for yourself for the remaining 5-6 hours.

After a long day, you found yourself looking forward to even something as simple as grabbing the standard military-style rations and eating it within the presence of your other half.

However, he simply grabbed his own portion and walked off, showing zero intention to sit and eat with you.

You frowned upon seeing him walk away, but didn't think too much of it otherwise. After all, he was also the captain of a squad. It was normal for him to also have extra work into the night.

That thought quickly reminded you that you had your own work that you needed to catch up on, which prompted you to finish your dinner in your office.

You had barely finished your dinner and had only began sorting through the papers you had to sign off on when you heard knocking on your door.

"Come in," you spoke up without looking away from your desk.

You heard the door open, but didn't immediately hear anyone. You glanced up and saw the disapproving look of your boyfriend standing behind the door.

"Did you finally take care of what you needed to take care of?" you asked, looking back down at your papers.

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly as he stepped inside.

"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "You've been running around all damn day. I couldn't even catch a moment to make eye contact with you."

"Tch."

He immediately dismissed your comment.

"I'd say you were the one running around."

You looked up at him with a confused look.

"Well, it was onboarding day for the new recruits, so I kinda expected it to be chaotic. I imagine it'll be like this for the next week or so."

Levi only responded with a grunt.

You groaned at his response, exasperated at his behavior.

"What the hell did you come in here for? You were the one that was avoiding me at dinner and now that I have more work piled up, you happen to drop by?" you spoke, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "What the hell is going on? What do you want from me?! Unlike you, I can't do a million things at once!"

"Your attention, for fuck's sake!" he also yelled out, equally frustrated.

You stopped speaking and shot him a confused look, at a loss for words.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" he grumbled.

"Say what?"

"I want your attention."

He said that last phrase with reluctance, a small frown showing on his face.

"There. I said it," he spoke after a few seconds of silence. "You happy?"

A small smile appeared on your face.

"Oh," you said quietly as you stood up. You reached over for him and pulled him in into a small kiss.

"Was that really so hard?" you asked, tilting your head as you looked into his eyes.

"Yes," he grumbled before pulling you back into a kiss, letting it last a bit longer this time as he held you in place by placing both his hands on your waist, using his right foot to kick the door closed behind him, ensuring that any "work" you two planned on doing from that point forward was kept purely confidential.

A/N: interested in casual office sex anyone? no? just me? nice.

#drabble challenge #kats oneshots #levi ackerman #levi ackermann #levi heichou #levi x reader #kats levi fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #levi ackermann x reader #aot reader insert #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi ackermann x you #levi heichou x you #levi fluff

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inhibitionfreewriting · 6 months

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Ludwig idea

He has a hair dying stream where you have a previously picked out color so you dye his hair and then reveal to him that you put matching colors in yours. I was thinking kinda like billie eilish style where the roots are a bright color so they can stay hidden under a hat until you reveal it on stream

reids my sweet. my love. one of my very first interactors. my darling dear. im so sorry this took so long ♥

this one is for you

Marbles was quite literally a gamble and that's what Ludwig liked about it. It could be anything. Another subathon, squats, pushups, wear your clothing for a stream, you impersonate each other for a stream, cooking stream, drunk stream and the list goes on and on and on. Lucky enough for you, and unlucky enough for him, it was to dye his hair and with you being there during this day, you were able to help champion for specific colors.

"No chat I'm NOT going to do 'Twitch Purple'," Ludwig groaned, shaking his head while you giggled, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno, I think purple would look nice here... chat what about a really just bright orange? Or bright red?" It was so hard to sway chat from a shade similar to purple, but you ran your hand through his hair instead, messing with it. With purple staying at a steady near 80% of votes, Ludwig covered his face before throwing his hands up.

"FINE! Fine fine - we will do purple. Fuuuuckin' purple..."

"It's okay chat, you can trust me. I'll get the right shade of purple. I'll make it if I have to." An affectionate wave of messages erupted in chat which made you smile as you leaned on Ludwig's head, wrapping an arm around him. "I can run to the store tomorrow and we can plan for like. Let's say Friday so I can fresh bleach your hair and then we can dye it on stream. How's that ludbuds? Can't do it all in one go, might turn him into Slime and bald him." You laughed and Ludwig shook his head, clapping and adjusting in his seat while you released him.

"Now that my fate has been decided, I suppose we should move onto what everyone is here for. Only Up."

A few days later, and after much trial and error, you managed to get a relatively close purple dye that would at least on first application be the right shade. You knew that because you had decided to throw it in your own hair. There wasn't a better way of knowing it would come out right than trying on a test strand.

Now that your hair was mostly dry and tossed up into a beanie, you gathered your supplies and met him in the stream room. He was sitting and scrolling through Youtube shorts, turning to greet you when he sees your reflection. "You know we can back out of this hair dying thing at any point, they'll forget."

"Lud, I called you Slime once a year ago and they have not dropped it. People comment on pictures of us 'slime and his girlfriend' for fun." He barked a laugh.

"Okay, you're right."

"Usually. Can you turn around and turn your stream on already?" You giggled and wrapped a towel around his shoulders as he clicked to go live and started talking to chat. Just an easy stream, shooting the shit, dying his hair. Without thinking, Ludwig reached to the back of his head and before you could stop him, scratched and covered his fingers in dye. "You are so stupid, give me your hand."

> hes so fucking stupid lmao > u should literally tape his hands to his chair

"What are you- is that conditioner? That's not going to get this off my hand."

"Oh yeah because you're so beauty smart. It's always worked for me." You wiped at his hand with the towel and started to smear conditioner against his skin, pulling the dye out of it. Slowly it was erased and you shook your head, not realizing that you had been leaning close enough to get dye on your beanie.

> beanie ruined > they got purple on their forehead > 💀💀💀 they're perfect for each other

Ludwig started to laugh, using his clean hand to try to pick the dye off of her forehead, smearing it worse.

> STOP STOP > DUMBASS ALERT > they don't have a real job do they

"Huh?" Looking into the camera and glancing at the screen you groaned, wiping your hands on the towel. "This is why we can't have nice things." Without thinking about the fact that your hair was supposed to be a surprise, you took the beanie off and tried to pick up as much dye as you could off the fabric. There went your mint beanie, that was perfect and clean for a very long time, but now you'd have to painstakenly take purple hair dye out of it. Ludwig reached up with his clean hand and touched a part of your hair, seeing the purple halo of your roots.

"That's why you wouldn't let me in the bathroom," his voice was soft and probably a lot more affectionate than needed, but you could feel your cheeks heat up, did the mic catch that? "You look amazing..."

"That wasn't supposed to be the way the reveal went... I was going to pull it off at the end..." You took clean conditioner and rubbed it against your forehead, trying to get the other bits of dye off your skin.

> this is way too intimate for stream > get out get OUT GET OUT > GET A ROOM

"Okay chat chill, it's not that big of a deal, except it is because LOOK at how hot they are."

#ludwig ahgren x reader #ludwig x reader #ludwig #bunny writes #bunny qs

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fallout4-reacts · 5 months

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k-peasants asked: An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time. Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Dunno why, but I seems to experience a bug and Tumblr didn't let me add more ... it will be a long ask if I had to add all the companion on one distinctive post after they other... Anyway for now

Part 3

X6-88

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

X6-88 : Since Father assigned him to Sole's protection, the Courser has gone a long way, both literally and morally. Far from it, not everything went as smoothly as butter in the pan.

First, before even learning that he would be the companion of this weird individual, X6 had a very negative view of them on their first expedition together. Sole was paralyzed for a long time in front of the flow of the waves on Libertalia, explaining to a rogue synth that they were terrified by the sea.

The sea frightens them.

Fear of something so...ineffective.

The rogue had long urged and persuaded Sole that finishing this mission was critical. With cover words that sounded like an unknown language, the underdeveloped machine ultimately persuaded Sole to go collect Gabriel, even though the act clearly stinks to him.

That was a lot of information. X6 should have begun to comprehend. But he had clear directives, and none of them prompted him to doubt Sole's objectives or their manners.

And, following this incidence, Sole proved to be effective enough.

Exactly like any other mission.

Over the next few weeks, X6 admitted to having a moment when he thought he had a malfunction. Only for a little moment. There was only one intermission.

Sole gave him the command to execute a child.

Sole was closely detailled by the Courser. Because of the time he had previously spent with them, it appeared to X6 that asking for such an act was completely against Sole's nature. Despite this, Sole ordered X6 to execute the child who had escaped a super-mutant raid under the Commonwealth sun, away from any witnesses.

And X6 stalled.

And X6 declined.

He has no idea why, how, or what compelled him to refuse to obey a command. However, it was "stronger than him," and he was unable to kill the infant.

Sole's lips curled into a faint smile.

They only said, "I knew it," and hugged X6.

A hug!

Sole transferred the child to safety in Diamond City, where he had a few families, and led X6 into the back aisles, forcing him to confront the annoyed rogue in person. And the rogue appeared annoyed.

"Well, well, well. Well, well, seems like they've got themselves quite the collection. They've got my mug, my moniker, and now you've even managed to snag them my humble abode. There were simpler means to inform me that my company is no longer desired, and employing your Courser was unnecessary."

"This one is different."

Different.

Sole believes that X6 is distinctive.

Sole then drastically changed near X6. They opened up and got more... tactile. They frequently sit with him around the fire, talking about morals and philosophy.

X6 was initially hesitant to respond. X6 was initially hesitant to respond because he was not programmed to ask inquiries.

But time passes, and some questions replace others. Increasingly so. And X6 finally questions the Institute.

He let himself fall heavily onto the visitor's seat one evening when he joined Sole in their office at the back of the Sanctuary's bar. Sole considers the Courser with interest, having never seen him do so before.

"Are you okay?"

"Negative. It is not within acceptable parameters. I have successfully perused the reports you requested. As per your directive, I have engaged in the act of examining and pondering. It is not deemed acceptable. It is not within acceptable parameters. The Institute's directives and visions, their actions, and the truth of the matter. It is no longer within the expanse of likelihood… I am unable to comprehend its meaning any longer."

Sole smiles lightly and sweetly and moves one hand toward X6's. He allows it. He is astounded by how much he has grown acclimated to Sole's contacts, as well as how much he feels the need for them.

"What they're doing is incorrect. And you're grasping it. To be honest, consider how incredible it is that you can determine what is right and wrong on your own. It proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that, contrary to popular belief, you are more than a machine. I've known for a long time that you are a thinking being, X6. A true individual capable of his own morality."

"It was all a lie?"

Sole nods solemnly. X6 is even more befuddled.

"However, the subject of your inquiry revolving around your progeny. You did not prioritize preserving your own son's vision? His work?"

Sole sighs despondently. Sadly, the Courser stares at them for a moment. He wants to break, toss away, and destroy what he sees in Sole's eyes. He wishes he could just glimpse the flame in Sole's eyes. This flame of passion that glows when this person feels they have done the right thing, when they fight to liberate a community from their attackers, and when they speak of a world where all would live in peace, harmony, and perfect collaboration.

He doesn't want to see Sole in such sorrow. Never.

"My son. I'm not sure if that's a proper title. I gave birth to a child whom I adored. I would have given anything for him. I fought the entire world for him. I had to go through hell to find him. But I failed to find my son. My son would have understood logic. Instead of these abominations, my son would have realized the good he could do. I was shocked by the destruction when I first was what happened to the Commonwealth, but I also saw the life that wants to return, the hope that seeps in and clings to it with tenacity. My son only saw an atrocity that he had to finish eliminating. At that moment, I realized—my son died in the vault alongside his mother/father."

The emotion in Sole's voice stirs X6's heart. Their speech is completely unacceptable for a Courser, and X6 should immediately report it to the Institute. But X6 is now aware that he has entirely defeated this condition of mind. He has the impression that Sole is telling the truth. He now realizes that the Institute is bad and that X6 no longer stands for this cause.

He then places his hand on Sole's. This thought came along with something more, very deep and very primary, that he must absolutely let out. He takes a deep breath.

"Sole. I am grateful for your confidence in me, and I shall clarify upon one matter at hand, for it is imperative that—

"Whisky!" exclaims MacCready as he actually jumps into Sole's office.

The mercenary has apparently already abused much of Sole's reserve with the other companions, and the party in the other room has virtually ended at X6's feet. Sole smiles lovingly at the mercenary, whom they name their little brother.

"Whisky!" They take over the choir, picking the man up and taking him into the other room. They glance apologically at X6. "We will continue this conversation another time, I promise you."

"Yeah,” growls X6, not convinced.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 reactions #fallout 4 react #sole survivor #x6 88 #fo4 x6 88 #fallout x6 88 #sosu

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For @anjimimimoo who requested 5 (E):

Nothing E-rated going on in this snippet, but cut for length! Please enjoy this ABO universe silliness feat. Beta!Hobie and Only Kind Of Omega!Miles, and a very concerned Pavitr and Gwen.

EXCERPT: let me ease your mind (Spiderverse, Hobie/Miles, Rated E, Post-Canon, ABO Dynamics)

‘Alright, then. What was the original plan, hole up in G’s dimension for a bit?’

‘Mm-hm.’ Miles took a shuddering breath; on his other side, Gwen had reached out to touch his arm gently. He lifted his head again and gave them a tight-lipped smile. ‘I was there - last time it happened. I didn’t know what was going on, but Miles did, only it kind of freaked him out, because it didn’t seem normal. After, he said he assumed it just worked different in my universe, so, I mean …’ Miles cleared his throat. ‘If he wasn’t confused already, he was when I had to ask what worked different.’

Hobie hummed, amused. ‘Makes sense. I’m guessin’ he was a bit preoccupied on his last visit to notice ‘1610 ain’t got … what was it Miguel was callin’ it, again?’

‘Um.’ Gwen glanced down at her newer, HQ-issued watch like she did sometimes, like she wasn’t sure how it had gotten there, sitting on the wrist opposite her bootlegged version. ‘Uhh. It’s … Alternate Dynamics, is what he called it.’

Hobie scoffed. ‘Alternate for who?’

Miles made a face. ‘For me, maybe,’ he allowed, grudgingly. ‘All I know for sure is if I hadn’t got bit by a spider from ‘42, I wouldn’t be dealing with this shit right now.’

‘Hmm. Reckon you wouldn’t, nah,’ Hobie conceded. He gave Miles a searching look. ‘But that can’t … You got bit years ago, man, so how come - when was it that it happened in ‘42; last year?’

‘Yeah, but … that was the first time it got, uh, real bad.’ Miles fidgeted with his fingers. ‘’Cause it happened every year after I got bit, around the same time, I don't know, I just figured it was a side effect of that, or maybe - maybe from the Collider? It wasn’t even until the year you guys showed up that I knew for sure it was happening - kept happening.’

Hobie rubbed at his chin. ‘Let me guess, ‘cause that was a bad year, too?’

‘Pretty much. And Aunt May had just moved so I - I didn’t, really …’ He looked even more uncomfortable, somehow, for a second.

‘ … There wasn’t anyone else around who you could’ve asked about it?’ Pavitr offered.

Miles nodded, carefully not looking directly at anyone. Gwen shifted and lowered her hand.

‘But … But when you say bad, here,’ she ventured, bravely. ‘Does that mean - did it hurt?’

Miles floundered, a little. ‘Well - yeah,’ he managed. ‘More than before.’

Hobie nodded, examining his untied shoes. ‘D’you bleed much?’

Miles stilled under Pavitr’s hand. ‘Like … two days,’ he mumbled. He sounded embarrassed, of all things.

Pavitr was still trying to close his open mouth when Gwen knelt abruptly, like it wasn’t entirely a conscious decision on her part. ‘Whuh-’ she stuttered. ‘W-what do you mean, you were bleeding?’

Miles cringed; Hobie waved her off. ‘Well, what’d you expect’s gonna happen, when bro’s body’s literally rearrangin’ itself? Growin’ whole new organs and shit.’

Pavitr and Gwen were still staring at each other in blind horror when Hobie inhaled and rocked back on his heels. ‘Alright, do me a massive favour, will you? Open up the front of your Suit.’

Miles’ eyebrows arched so high they almost touched his hairline. ‘Wha- huh?’

‘’Round your Gregory*,’ Hobie directed - which apparently meant around his neck, if the illustrative gesture was any indication. ‘I don’t … I dunno how much G told you, but I reckon I can help you fill in a couple blanks. If I told you I was a Beta, like, would you know what I was on about or would you need me to clarify?’

‘I don’t - think so? Uhh,’ Miles groped weakly for his zipper when Hobie waved him on. Jerkily, Pavitr removed his hand. ‘Betas are the folks that fall in the center of the spectrum, right? If you look at it like, say, Omegas are on one end and Alphas are on the opposite one.’

‘You mean like on a scale?’ Hobie pursed his lips thoughtfully. ‘Alright, okay! S’not a bad way to look at it. Right, so, if you can picture that, you got yours truly sitting somewhere in the middle of two extremes, meanin’ I share traits in common with both, but like …’ He trailed off as he pulled his guitar strap over his head, searching for words. ‘In a more balanced way, innit? Less specialised.’

Gwen stared. ‘This is sounding a little like some gender binary stuff,’ she observed.

‘Pssh!’ Hobie shot her a dark look as he got his knees under him to better lean into Miles’ space. ‘I don’t know no bloody binary. ’

‘Wait, so -’ Miles groped at the loosened collar of his Suit; Pavitr thought he might be sweating harder despite the improved ventilation. ‘When you say “less specialised,” you mean, uh … ?’

‘What, you mean like - for me personally?’ Miles nodded, and Hobie tilted his head at him, considering. ‘I mean that I do alright, I suppose. I’ve got some vestigial stuff, physically … a bit of the vocal complement. Like - here, yeah, gimme your hand.’ He gestured for Miles’ free hand, and when he let him have it, Hobie splayed Miles’ gloved palm against his own chest and held it there. Miles looked confused for a moment, his gaze flitting between Hobie’s features and their hands before his eyes widened, suddenly. A minute later, Pavitr became aware of a low rumbling - not quite like a hum, but more …

Hobie laughed, sleepily, and it stopped. ‘S’a bit shit, really,’ he drawled, smiling at Miles’ thwarted expression; Pavitr hadn’t noticed him moving, but both of his hands were on Hobie’s chest now, trying to chase the vibrations. ‘I can growl like that, too, but it don’t exactly come natural, either one.’ Hobie hummed, thoughtfully. ‘An’ well, besides that, I reckon my nose ain’t as sharp as your average Hold ‘n’ Beg Ya’s* -’ He gave Miles a significant look. ‘- But it should be sharp enough to work out where you’re at, if you let me try. Plus, me bein’ a Seeya Later* - added bonus of it not bein’ wired directly to my cock!’

Miles pulled his hands away; the ‘Wow,’ that burst out of him made Hobie crow with laughter. Pavitr screened his eyes and pointedly refrained from intervening when Gwen started swinging. Hobie fended her off with his guitar, still wheezing. ‘Nah, I’m serious, though - ow!’ he insisted, shoving the other Spider away with his foot only to get his ankle twisted in retaliation. Hobie grunted and rolled out of her grip, ducking out of arm's reach where he popped up again in the space between Miles and Pavitr. He crouched and got an arm around Miles’ waist, pointing his guitar at Gwen with the other. ‘D’you mind? I’m tryin’ to help your boy, here!’

‘Helping him how, by being a pain in the ass?’

‘Did you miss the part where I said I ain’t no knothead? Tsk!’ He turned back to Miles, leaning back on his heels. ‘G told you about scent glands and shit, right?’

‘I guess … ? Kinda.’ Miles scrubbed at his face, like thinking was taking him some effort. ‘Like pheromones and bonding and stuff.’

‘Sure,’ Hobie agreed, eyeing him carefully. ‘Obviously, there’s more to it than that. Like - look.’ He reached around Miles’ legs to set his guitar down, grunting in thanks when he caught the fretboard and steadied it against his thigh. ‘Cheers. Alright, see, the glands you’ve got around here, yeah?’ Hobie made a gesture that seemed to encompass not just his neck and his collar, but his nape and shoulders, too. ‘Some of ‘em are minor. Most of ‘em are major. It’s the biggest concentration of scent glands on you, above the waist, like. And it’s generally the bit that gets you clocked out in public, unless you’re walking around in the nip.’ He glanced down and flashed his palms with a rueful smile. ‘These’ll catch you out, too, ‘specially if there’s little kids runnin’ ‘round. But if you’re grown it’s that decolletage that’s gonna be in closer range to other people’s noses, you get me?’

Miles fiddled with his collar. ‘I guess that makes sense.’

‘I’m not just talkin’ about heats and ruts and shit, obviously, yeah? Like, picture when you were small, and you weren’t feelin’ so hot - what’d you do? Prolly run to your Mum or Dad, ask to be picked up - then they’d get one whiff and know straight off somethin’ weren’t right. And, like, growin’ up, you’d always know your siblings or your friends were presentin’ practically before they did, if you was horsin’ around and that.’ He fisted his hand in Miles’ neckline and shook him gently to illustrate, grinning shamelessly at the answering splutter.

Pavitr held up a finger to get their attention, feeling weirdly awkward about the interruption. ‘I’m - I’m sorry, but, I’m not sure I understood that last part?’

‘How’d you mean, bro?’ Hobie questioned, casually trying to disengage Miles’ fingers from where they were attempting to make a corkscrew of his helix piercing.

Miles spoke up before he could answer: ‘Puberty, Pav. He’s talking about puberty,’ he said, flatly. He twisted awkwardly as Hobie aimed his fingers at his ribs. ‘Ugh. Or, like, coming of age or whatever. Miles told me kids start showing signs of their, uh, Alternate Dynamics or whatever, when they’re about twelve or thirteen. Usually.’

Pavitr blinked. ‘ … Huh.’

Gwen looked genuinely pained. ‘God. Like puberty isn’t rough enough without all of … this?’

[TO BE CONTINUED]

GLOSSARY:

*Gregory (Gregory Peck): Cockney Rhyming Slang term for neck

*Hold 'N' Beg Ya: Earth 138-native Rhyming Slang term for Omega, cribbed from the wonderful like facing the sun with closed eyes, red by 2by4, which partially inspired this fic - in particular, the concept of Miles developing A/B/O traits because they exist in the dimension where his spider came from

*Seeya Later: Earth 138-native Rhyming Slang term for for Beta

#fanfic #spiderverse #punkflower #the way this is going to be three chapters of worldbuilding and one chapter of smut lmfao #also this is my first abo fic please be nice idk what tf i'm doing 😭#asks and things #🎸🌻

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Chapter 12 of 21 Questions

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Lily was comfortably sitting next to a tired Alex on their couch while Bernard, their cat, had claimed a spot between them and was contentedly purring as he lazily stretched out.

As she was looking at recent pictures she took , Lily's phone buzzed with a message from Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now i am

“Who is texting you at such a late hour?” Alex asked, sleepily.

“Matt, so I can play Fortnite with him”.

“This late? Aren’t you tired after today?” Although Alex was concerned for her friend, she couldn’t help the small smile as she thought about how Matt seemed to often be the subject of discussion lately.

“I guess I am,” Lily sighed. “But if I don't play tonight, we’ll have to reschedule since we are both always busy. And I really wanna play with him.”

“I understand. If you really want to, go play but don't sleep too late. You haven’t been sleeping a lot recently.”

“Yeah don't worry,” Lily reassured her friend. “In any case, I know I cannot really last more than an hour so I’ll sleep soon enough.”

“Okayy, then enjoy your game and good night”.

“Good night as well, love you”, Lily replied as she quickly held Alex’s hand to emphasise the last part of her sentence.

“Love you too”.

The two girls both made their way back to the comfort of their rooms. Excitement bubbled within Lily as she eagerly headed towards her laptop that was on the bed, anticipating a thrilling session of Fortnite with Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now I am

Yup i am :)

Just warning you that i'm a bit tired so I won't be able to play too long sorry

We can always postpone you know

It doesn't bother me

No dw, I want to

So what's your user?

sk8termikey

Just added you

MattTheMunch?😭

That’s me

Can we use vocal chat to communicate?

I think it would be more practical than typing and playing at the same time

Only if you’re comfortable with it ofc, if not we can always type in the chat

Shit

unsent

What if you know me?💀

unsent

If you recognise my voice, no you don't

unsent

Yeah sure it's not a problem

Okay gonna active the mic

“Yeah I do hear you”, Matt said as Lily had just asked if her mic was good.

“Great, just send a request so I can join your group.”

“Done,” Matt briefly notified her, not wanting to talk too much.

“Yep, I see it. Where do you wanna drop?” Lily questioned while she was looking at the map.

“Dunno, depends on how you play. Are we confronting the enemy or playing a chill game?”

“I'm going to be honest with you Matt, I’m all for directly attacking people but I also like to just mind my business like– for example when there’s no one around, I’m literally just building houses,” Lily explained the type of player she was.

“M’kay, so somewhere calm I guess?”

“Sounds good”, Lily agreed.

“How about Shattered Slabs? Not very crowded, I’d say,” Matt suggested.

“Okay okay, solid choice. Let's jump now.”

They both landed in Shattered Slabs and started looting buildings to look for weapons before finding a plan of action.

“Found a green pump shotgun. You need a weapon?” Lily offered.

“Yeah, I'm rocking a grey SMG but I'll take it.”

“Here you go. Now let's push towards the circle.”

As they did so, they unfortunately encountered an enemy duo.

“Matt! Matt! Watch out! Right in front of us, two guys.” Lily warned the boy on the other side of the screen.

“Got it, don't worry. I take left. You focus on the right.”

“Okayy.”

Lily was glad that Matt was careful of his surroundings and able to act in semi stressful situations. Even though she realised he wasn’t much of a talker when playing, she liked that he would still reply to her. Lily was someone who could get really excited regarding video games but she didn’t mind that Matt was more on the calm and reserved side.

They thus engaged in a brief firefight and successfully managed to eliminate the enemies. After that, they decided to continue moving towards the centre of the map, which led them to encountering more opponents along the way.

“Incoming, I'll flank from the right. Cover me!” Matt exclaimed as he was being surprised by an enemy.

“Go for it. I'll keep them distracted.”

Due to their quick and efficient teamwork, they successfully eliminated the threat. As they approached the final circles, the tension was building up.

“Only two squads left. Stay sharp.”

“Damn I've never done a victory royale with someone or with Alex. She sucks a bit and my random teammates always sucked too.” Lily was getting impatient about finally winning a game, thanks to her new teammate and friend.

“First time for everything,” Matt shrugged as he was used to achieving a victory royale either alone or in teams.

The final battle unfolded and after a fierce fight, they eventually emerged victorious.

“We did it! Victory Royale! Yaaay!”

“Good game. Let’s do another one,” Matt suggested as he was getting more into playing with Lily.

A matching smile appeared on both of their faces at the thought of coordinating strategies and sharing victorious moments together. The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard in their headphones while the virtual landscapes kept moving before them, thus creating a digital realm where teamwork and skill merged seamlessly.

~~~

After a couple of games, Matt and Lily were unknowingly sharing things about their personal lives as they were more easily winning each game and therefore didn’t have to focus as much as before on the other players.

“No, yeah and like– we couldn’t not go see them on tour you know?” Lily mindlessly asked as she was shooting someone from afar.

“Sounds fun honestly,” Matt replied. “I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Yep, thanks. And thanks for saving my ass just now.”

Lily, as she was telling Matt about how she was going to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert for the US leg of their tour, was getting easily distracted. She couldn’t be blamed though because in her opinion, Matt was someone you could trust very quickly. She found peace in talking to him as he was a pretty good listener who would occasionally share a thing or two about his own life.

As the duo managed their fourth victory of the night – Lily had absolutely lied when she told Alex she would go to bed after an hour, the girl let her eyes wander to her window whose curtains weren’t closed yet and were letting some faint light enter her room: the city lights from afar were almost looking like distant glowing stars.

“Wait, be right back. Give me two minutes before starting a new game.”

“Ok,” Matt simply replied as he didn’t mind a small break.

Lily had realised that the sky was the complete opposite of cloudy and that she could see the moon. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand as she knew her camera had no battery left, she shot a dozen of pictures before coming back to her bed.

“Sorry for that, sky looked so pretty I couldn’t resist.” Lily explained to her teammate.

“No problem. Send me a picture, will you? Must be prettier than the sky I have right now.”

“Of course bro, I gotcha.” Lily was looking through her gallery to find the best picture she could send to Matt. “Erm, you know what? I’ll give you my Instagram and you’ll have to wait to see it on there because I think I’ll have to edit a bit. They would’ve looked more accurate with my camera but with my phone the photos are missing something for now.”

“Oh, hmm… yeah, ok. Fine by me”, Matt agreed with the proposition as he took his phone to open the application mentioned by the girl.

Lily then texted Matt with the Instagram user of her photography account, which was mostly filled with pictures of the sun and moon. Unbeknownst to Lily, Matt was quickly changing from his main public account to a second one he had – he didn’t post any picture of his or his brothers’ face on it so he was safe from getting recognised as the account had barely a couple of landscapes pictures, simply acting as a decoy to thrive incognito on social media.

Now following Lily on Instagram, Matt skimmed through her account and realised that she really was the female version of his brother Nick. Indeed, as Lily rambled about editing, Matt carefully listened and noted how passionate she was about photography.

If only one of them knew at the moment that this small interaction would be a turning point in their lives, leading to events none of them could ever imagine happening.

“Hey,” Matt broke the comfortable silence between Lily and him after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” she softly replied.

“My brother just texted me that we have something to do tomorrow morning so I think I’ll go to sleep soon”, Matt explained with an unexpected frown on his face – he realised that he was actually enjoying conversing with Lily and wanted to keep talking to her.

“No worries babe,” Lily let her favourite pet name unconsciously roll off her tongue. “I should too honestly. Even if I don’t have a shift tomorrow, I don’t want to fuck up my sleep schedule.”

“Yeah…” Matt awkwardly replied, not knowing how to feel about ending the conversation.

“Yep…” Lily was definitely experiencing the same thing as she wished she could keep talking to him. “Tonight was fun. I hope we can play together again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed with her as a smile made its way on his lips before continuing. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Totally. Well then, good night Matt.”

“Good night Lily.”

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris #nick stuniolo fanfic #nick stuniolo #nick sturniolo #nick #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #versus tour

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 9 months

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Hello again, 2 months have passed since I made that commission and today I come to ask for another of the same characters (Yes, sorry xd). Headcannons for Morgan, Sith, Melusine and Barghest with a depressed Master, how would they react to this and how would they help him.(Oh and one question, apart from Fate, would you make commissions related to other Type-Moon franchises? (Tsuhikime, Mahoyo and Knk) because I'm interested in ordering something related to Shiki (R), Arcueid and Aoko, Thanks)

(I will take literally any excuse to write for the Fae, especially Barghest and Baobhan Sith, and sorry that it took so long to get this back to you, I was trying to decide if I should go off my own experiences with Depression or if I should base it around a more… I dunno generalized(?) version of it, oh and to answer your question, I’d be more than open to writing for other Type Moon franchises! Also I couldn't find any good images for everyone sorry!)

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan Le Fay, the queen of all Fae-kind is many things.

A woman who provides the image of someone who is unshakeable and unbreaking.

A woman who has to do so, because that is what is expected of a monarch.

A woman who takes everything vulnerable about her and locks it away from even those closest to her.

Then you called her forward.

Someone who could manage to slip into the box where she keeps her weakness, wounds, and insecurities hidden.

Someone who could see past the masks she wears.

Someone who can hold her and say “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” and she’ll believe it.

But one day, she noticed something different about you.

How there was a lack of… fire in your eye.

How you spent more and more time alone, and what time you didn’t spend alone was spent almost entirely with her.

How you lacked energy.

How you seemed subdued.

How you tried to avoid people.

And one day.

How you just broke down as you were sitting down and doing nothing.

In that moment, all of her composure, all of her masks broke like glass.

And not knowing what else to do, she did what you would do when she would do the same.

She was crying while doing so, she was crying as she held you and told you “It’s okay, It’ll all be okay.”

And despite how her words lacked almost all of her usual power behind them, you believed her.

Because Morgan Le Fay is many things.

Your Queen.

Your servant.

The woman who loves you.

The woman you fell in love with.

And the woman who will do anything to repay the kindness you offered to her when you slipped past her guard and into her heart.

Just so she can continue to see your smile.

Baobhan Sith

Baobhan Sith is the most stubborn person you will ever meet.

In a way that’s part of her charm.

It’s also one of the worst things about her.

She will never admit when she needs help.

No matter how heavy the pressure placed upon her is.

No matter how much strain is placed on her.

She is the future queen after all, she has to be strong.

But her refusal to let anyone in will come back to bite her.

Or it would’ve if someone just as stubborn as her didn’t summon her one day and decide to break through her shell.

Needless to say it took quite a while to get through to her.

But when you did, Baobhan found the world was a much easier place to live in.

Having someone she can trust with everything.

It was liberating to her, not having to hold everything in.

So when she started to notice you holding things in from her she would not stand for it.

She forced her way in, just like you did for her.

Regardless of what you said to her she knew what was lies and what was truth.

And until you and her both left everything bare for each other to see.

She wouldn’t stop.

Melusine

Melusine is a loner.

She never really vibed with others.

Always on a slightly off wavelength to everyone else.

Perhaps it was because she was a dragon.

Or maybe it was just how she was.

But to connect with another, that was something Melusine desired more than anything.

To have someone willingly share their warmth.

To have a partner who would listen as she gushed about the things she loved, the things she hated, everything.

To have a partner she would listen to as they gushed about the things they loved, the things they hated, everything.

But a desire was all it was.

At least until she met you.

Because when she met you, got to know you, got to see what made you tick.

She knew she had found the partner in crime she had been looking for.

And she also knows when something is wrong with her partner.

Barghest

Barghest is someone who fears getting close to people.

It is something that she has spent her entire life as a Fae Knight avoiding.

Despite her inherent desire to have a group she can lean on and a group who can lean on her.

Eventually she learned to allow the other knights in to a degree but not in the same way she craved to do so with another.

To have a home in someone’s heart and to give someone a home in her heart.

To have someone who she can cook for and to have someone who will cook for her.

To have someone who she can care for and to have someone who can care for her.

It was a hopless dream for a knight like her to have, but still it was a dream she cherished.

Yet one day by sheer luck she happened to meet a certain someone who managed to grab her attention.

You.

You were someone quite interesting to Barghest.

And eventually that interest turned to something more.

To something where she wanted to share in her dream with you.

To something where she wanted to share her heart with you.

And when your heart aches, when you are shaken and the darkness of the world begins to crush you.

Know that you will always have not only one of the Fae Knights, not just a member of the Fang Clan, but someone who you share your heart with and someone you can lean upon no matter what.

Oh and if you even try to think of standing alone, know that Barghest will refuse to allow that to happen.

It is in her nature after all.

#morgan le fay x reader #barghest x reader #melusine x reader #baobhan sith #baobhan sith x reader #fairy knight gawain #fairy knight lancelot #fairy knight tristan #barghest #fgo x yn #fgo #fate #type moon x reader #morgan le fay

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lunarsun12 · 1 month

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Papa Hongjong In Charge - Part 1/2

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Seonghwa had enough with Hongjong being absent all of the time. One of the kids asked of him and Hongjong got divorced (don’t blame Mingi from the Yeonjun incident). He decided put Hongjong in charge, to feel his pain and stop hiding when he needs help.

To Seonghwa surprise, Hongjong did well as when he got home. The house was peaceful which seonghwa was low-key jealous about.

Will Hongjong peaceful reign remain peaceful?

Back at Hongjong and Seonghwa Private Chat

Today 22:00

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Please I am begging you! Don’t leave me alone with the kids again!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I dunno what they do next! What if they touch my earrings or MY LAPTOP. I already lost it once

Seonghwa🌸: It has to be done! You need to step up!

Seonghwa🌸: I will look after the company…maybe I can make my own mixtape

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Then I am not coming home then! You can’t make me! I already had trauma from the kids prank

Seonghwa🌸: Shall I tell the kids, that you pretended to busy…to avoid spending time with them

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Since when you get so smart?

Seonghwa🌸: I’m always smart, you never bother pay attention to me

Seonghwa🌸: You better get back home. You shift starts at 6am

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: 6am!?

Now back present day…

Back at Ateez Family Chat

Seonghwa🌸: HONGJONG! DID YOU DRUG THE KIDS!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: What? Why would I do that, they were already behaving when you left…strangely

Seonghwa🌸: They are behaving so well and EVEN Wooyoung and Yeosang are even playing games together with no screaming

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: You see I can be responsible!

Jongho🍎: Appa is the best! He taught me how to make a song!

Yunho🐶: Appa you should come back home, more often we really missed you!

Yeosang🍗: I don’t know how I manage to sit in room peacefully with Wooyoung

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Yeah…I dunoo when Appa is home. I don’t have the urge to annoy yeosang

Mingi🦄: Mingi loves Eomma ❤️

Jongho🍎: Mingi, stop lying. It gonna hurt more that you were crying when you thought Appa left

Seonghwa🌸: Maybe I should leave you Appa in charge more SINCE you all love him

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: NO! The kids will miss you!

Jongho🍎: I will be glad, if he left for a month

Yeosang🍗: Same…he talks a lot

Yunho🐶: Come one guys…Eomma sometimes worries too much but that he’s thing

Mingi🦄: I love Eomma and Appa the best

Mingi🦄: And Jongho shut up! Before you make Eomma even more sad

San🗻: I HATE YOU ALL AND ESPECIALLY APPA

Seonghwa🌸: AHA! Finally someone said it

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San?

Seonghwa🌸: Is he in hulk mode?

San🗻: I’m upset! You all are stealing MY Appa away from me! I saw him first!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Ermmm, look at the time. It’s time for me to sleep! Seonghwa you sort San out…

Seonghwa🌸: What about you being responsible!

San🗻: APPA BARELY PAID ATTENTION TO ME! He forgot I was in the house as he forgot to make dinner for me!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I don’t want to be here but your Eomma is literally glaring at me

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San, I don’t remember who said you on field trip today

San🗻: Who made up that rumour! I have been here all day!

Mingi🦄: Ohhh that…

Jongho🍎: Be quiet Mingi! It’s a secret!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Wait what? San has been here all day! Why didn’t anyone tell me!

Seonghwa🌸: That explains everything now! I’m sorry to say this the kids are your pulling leg plus San

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Before y’all oldies blame me! It’s not me! I will never do such thing to San!

San🗻: I know my Wooyoungie and yeosangie will never betray me

Hongjong🗻: Why would they do that to San unless they are jealous of San and I relationship

Jongho🍎: Maybe that person or people just want some love

San🗻: Wooyoung and Yeosang we have a crime to solve! Get them punish for stealing my Appa time!

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zhongrin · 2 years

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| ◆ ch.8.1 ⑊ (probably not) omniscient.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ we don't do imposter au here but we do have imposter syndrome :) honestly, relatable i also had to split this into two parts since it was getting too long, apologies!

to say that you're shocked after being told that you were asleep for twenty whole days was an understatement.

you weren't that tired, were you? when you went to bed that night after somehow helping to rectify the disaster that has befallen inazuma, you felt… normal. well, a tad tired perhaps, like you just had a busy day at work. and when you woke up, it felt like you managed to get a good eight hours of sleep.

eight hours…

how long was 'a day' in-game translated to earth time again?

"[name]~! you're awake!!"

you definitely weren't expecting anyone to be in the same room as you, especially since said room is located in a place that normal intruders would find hard to sneak in unnoticed. but you would have recognized that voice anywhere.

"what is it with you archons always appearing out of nowhere!"

barbatos blinks owlishly and gives you an innocent look, "oh… you're not happy to see me?"

"wha- i didn't say that," you grab onto your other arm and shift on your feet, "i was just surprised, is all. next time, can you just, i dunno, knock before entering a room?"

"okay!" he beams and steps closer to your side, angling his upper body diagonally in a cutesy manner as his arms settle behind his back, "sooo, i was thinking, since you look all healthy and energized now… how do you feel about going to a festival?"

"a… festival?"

"mmhm!"

"i mean, i would be more than happy to, but-"

"great! then, let's go! our ride is here!"

"what-"

you hear a commotion outside and instinctively release a yelp as the door towards the balcony of tenshukaku opens with a loud slam. a heavy gust of wind attacks the makeshift bedroom that beel had fashioned for you, knocking books and vases and various things off their places. it's so strong you had to close your eyes to prevent it from drying out, and you hear familiar laughter in your ears before a sense of weightlessness washes over your entire body. before you can fully understand what was happening, you come face to face with a familiar-looking dragon.

dvalin bows upon meeting your gaze, his low, rumbly voice echoing loudly even amidst the soldiers trying to make sense of the scene. his scales have somehow lost their luster, and you can see that a few of them are chipped off his back, but his magnificent form remains unchanging. in the corner of your eyes, you see beel appearing on the balcony, her weapon slowly dematerializing behind her as she shoots barbatos an unimpressed look.

"and so we meet again, eminent one."

"h-hi, dvalin… so, uh, i'm guessing you're our 'ride'?"

"it would be my honor to escort you to the city of freedom."

"right, right, away with the formality, let us depart at once before the jealous shogun decides to attack us for disturbing inazuma's peace!"

one playful giggle later, you feel the wind carry you onto the dragon's back. as soon as you're sitting securely right in front of the anemo archon, dvalin's wings flap away from tenshukaku. you barely catch a glimpse of baal bowing towards you before your whole vision shifts into the blue sky. it's a wonder how you're managing to not topple off the dragon's back when he's literally moving straight up into the clouds, but you suspect barbatos has something to do with it. besides, the arms wrapped around you are certainly helping with your anxiety of freefalling into the hard ground of inazuma.

"[name], are you having fun?"

the close proximity of his voice causes your cheeks to warm up, but you nod, not trusting that your voice would be audible over the loud wind whipping around the two of you as you soar through the sky at unimaginable speed.

"don't worry, you're safe with me! i am, afterall, the one who controls the wind!"

"r-right…"

barbatos hums a rather cheerful tune, and you smile as his voice enters your ears. it sounds nostalgic… no, very familiar… you think it sounds just like one of the soundtracks that play in mondstadt, but the absence of any instruments whatsoever makes you doubt yourself.

but how on earth would barbatos know of the songs playing in the background of the game itself?

in the first place, what is the game anyway? which one of the worlds you know is the actual reality? what's going to happen when you finish your 'task' here?

what if you're just crazy and this is all just a long fever dream?

"[name]? you're shivering, are you cold?"

"huh?! oh…. y-yeah, just a little…"

a flutter of cloth later, you find barbatos' cape wrapped over you, his bluish-green eyes shining with mirth as he takes a good look at your form in the new ensemble.

"ehe~ you look adorable wearing this! keep it on, okay? don't want you to catch a cold~"

can you catch a cold in the first place? you decide to not ask him such a trivial question, and instead choose the more important ones after voicing your gratitude.

"are we going to mondstadt?"

"ding ding ding! yes, we are!" the bard snaps his fingers and beams cheerfully at you, "with dvalin's speed, it shouldn't take us that long till we reach mondstadt! i assure you, you're going to have so much fun!!"

"is it really okay though? i mean…," you trail off, remembering the state of the city the last you saw it in-game. "is… is jean okay?"

"oh, the grand master? yes, she's very excited to meet you! she is one of the organizers who worked hard to make the festival runs smoothly! oh, of course, i helped too! praise me, praise me!"

you smile at the youthful enthusiasm in his eyes and decide to indulge him just a little, since he's acting rather adorably, "thank you, barbatos. you've worked hard."

"ehe~ aw, shucks, [name], you're making me feel embarrassed with such sincerity…"

a thought suddenly comes to your mind, and it seems like the topic should be properly discussed before you reach the city itself. therefore, you ask with a gentle tone, "um- should i call you venti or barbatos? i know you want to maintain your venti identity in front of the mondstadt population…"

"aha, you're as considerate as ever, [name]~ but don't worry, you can call me either way.... i suppose you didn't know this, but us archons had to take the lead in fighting back and protecting our people, lest what we've built so far be burnt to ashes along with ourselves."

the solemn expression on his face tells you of the grievances he has endured thus far. just as in the game, his love for mondstadt shines through at the direst times, and for some reason you feel... proud, of him. your hand subconsciously comes up to pat barbatos' head, and his look switches to one of wonder and surprise, before finally morphing to glee.

"hehe! well the good thing is that i can freely accompany you everywhere, since i clearly hold that privilege among others!"

"just don't get too drunk," you reprimand him.

"dear me, of course not! since you're here now, i'd rather be able to remember my time with you when i wake up tomorrow!"

venti's hum enters your ears once again before you can even comment on his exclamation. he looks so happy and content now, that you don't dare to pursue the topic further.

thankfully, you didn't have to stew in the uncomfortable fogginess inside your chest for too long. a few moments later, dvalin suddenly starts diving downwards into the clouds. your vision fills with white mists, the rapidly dropping altitude making an uncomfortable sensation within your stomach. eyes squeezed shut, you try to tell yourself to not vomit and focus on the cheery humming coming right from behind you.

"[name], are you okay?"

"just... a little nauseous...."

"i see. don't worry, we'll be there soon, okay?"

you nod, not trusting your throat to not gag while answering. your surroundings continue to sway like the way fervent turbulence shakes a whole airplane for what felt like years - until suddenly, it stops.

"here we are!"

the sunlight enters your eyes as they flutter open, blinding you momentarily and making tears gather on your underlines. it takes you a few blinks to readjust, and the familiar sight of mondstadt's walls greets you.

it's beautiful.

sure, if you look closer, you can see broken parts on the castle-like walls that surround the city. the greenery that used to thrive around the city's perimeters has dwindled into a mere fraction of what it used to be. the massive anemo archon statue is unpolished with several noticeable cracks running down its sides, and if you look closer, you can see countless other imperfections present throughout the place.

but still, it is beautiful.

because you can feel the joy and hope across the whole town. people are smiling and pointing excitedly toward the dragon, children jumping and trying to climb onto nearby crates so they can stand on higher ground.

in the distance, you see familiar golden-colored wings, and your lips move before you can hold them back.

"aether, lumine!!"

the twins perk up in unison when they hear you shouting. with a similar set of giddy smiles, they wave back, and they wait until dvalin descends low enough to the same level of elevation as their floating forms, before giving you a short bow and a casual salute respectively.

"hello! great to finally get to meet this teyvat's creator."

"aether, you're supposed to be a little more… polite, i think."

"oh! er- sorry- i mean- ahem. my apologies…"

you shake your head, arms waving almost wildly to emphasize your words further, "no, please, casual's good- actually, i would like it if you don't act so formal! just call me [name], okay?"

"oh- really? well then, nice to meet you, [name]!"

"be polite, she said. don't look too eager, she said- ow! hey!"

you laugh at the siblings' interaction, so free and almost... endearing, compared to how they were in most of the game's storyline. unbeknownst to you, the tree leaves and dandelions sway towards peals of laughter spilling from your lips. nature stirs. the wind whistles through the blade of newly grown grasses. barbatos watches silently with a smile as his dominion starts to reinvigorate in your presence, slowly but surely.

"will you come to the festival, [name]? it'll be fun!" lumine asks, hope shining in her bright eyes.

aether nods and gestures towards the townspeople, who are all watching the interaction closely, "everyone's been looking forward to meeting you!"

the hope in all these nonplayable characters- no, people's eyes... you can't deny that it feels... burdensome. frightening, even.

have they heard of what you did in inazuma? were they expecting you to do some sort of miracle here, too? what if you disappoint them when you tell them you have no recollection of being this all-knowing, holy being that you were supposed to be? what if they find out that you have no idea how or what you're doing here, that you have neglected their wellbeing, that you hadn't even realized they were suffering? real people. actual people. breathing, living beings-

"it'll be okay."

you turn towards barbatos-

no...

before you stand a smiling bard, his two-toned eyes looking at you with a softness that seems to ease the storm swirling inside your chest.

"venti..."

"think of it as accompanying me to a festival! a date with mondstadt's number one bard- now, isn't that a privilege?"

a familiar boy. a familiar smile. a familiar sense of casualty and freedom.

just for this small moment, you felt seen as [name]. just [name], and not the primordial one, the creator, the sovereign, the almighty.

you inhale shakily and nod, giving him an appreciative smile. turning to the twins next, you repeat the gesture, adding with a steady voice, "i'll go. i want to meet everyone too."

"great!" if the two realized something from the exchange, they certainly are covering it up well. the both of them choose to simply smile and extend their hands, and you take each on either side. having nothing under your feet is a terrifying feeling, but you somehow manage to float down onto the stone pavements in a gentle motion, all thanks to the siblings and barbatos' help.

"alright, move on, people! the festival isn't going to run itself!" venti chides, and to your complete and utter shock, the people of mondstadt complies, laughing and giving one last wave or a bow in your direction before continuing on their paths - as if the whole spectacle hadn't happened in the first place.

lumine gives you an excited smile, stars twinkling in her eyes as she asks you in an inquisitive but still upbeat tone.

"so, [name], have you had breakfast?"

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stardustedknuckles · 4 months

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I resent the system that forces us to make money to survive but like. I got hired for a job today that feels like the closest thing to a dream job I would ever find. One person running a training and daycare place needs an assistant, someone to initially help with chores so she can step away and do literally anything else (emails, basement reno for more space) and who will teach me how to train dogs in a way that feels satisfying and real for the first time. Not the kind of training where I'm pretty sure the dog will forget in six weeks, not the kind of training that involves hand gestures and only works on dogs who are already good natured and ready to dance for a treat. Reactive dogs. Dogs who don't like people or other dogs. The ones you have to work for, in a way that doesn't require you to teach them to stay because they learned from the getgo not to get up from their sit until they're told.

It doesn't feel like a job, is what I mean. It is, and I won't forget that, but day to day it's helping someone directly. Not thinking about CEOs and managers, just this one person and how I can help today and what I can learn. She hired me after trying me out with one of her good dogs - not to see what I already knew, but to observe how ready and willing I was to alter the way I did things and match up with what she told me to change. Step in, step out. Wait a beat after using the marker word before approaching with treats. Don't hold the treats in your hand that way, you will get bitten and not maliciously. She was very pleased at my efforts to incorporate everything, nevermind that I was bad at it and it clearly took effort to remember to do what she said and not what I'm used to. On some level all I've wanted is for effort to matter. It felt good.

She wants to grow the business, look into a bigger space. She's never hired anyone before and will have to ask her tax guy how to even do that. Our "interview" was about one third business, two thirds profanity laced anecdotes about life and Adhd and everything else. Her systems to keep track of things make sense to me because our adhds match up.

I dunno. I spent a week ramped up and excited and worried and now that I'm hired I'm just spent lol. This is such a great opportunity. This is a skill I can take forward and never run out of clients for, and it comes with the confidence I lacked after a year at petco. It's something I'm really glad to be a part of, truly. I support small businesses where I can on principle, but looking at the path before me helping to grow this one feels for the first time like a viable thing I could do for a long, long while and not a cage where I'll languish until I'm understimulated for long enough that I have to quit out of depression. It's an ongoing project with lots of variety and measurable growth and I'm so ready to get at it.

#I do temporarily have three jobs and February is going to be a lot #But that's okay #It's not permanent and I can throw back the extra money #She needs a bit of time to figure out what goes into hiring a person #Which gave me pause but it's pretty clear she's well versed in the rest and she's had a business before #(covid killed it but she's back and doing even better)#Mundane adventures

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 6 months

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I know you said you weren't watching Loki Season 2 (and trust me, you're better off not doing it), but I DID watch it, and I need to get my thoughts straight and describe how it ended, and I can think of no better way than by telling you.

So... how to put this down concisely in a way that won't make me look insane?

OK, I think I got it.

Loki has somehow gained the ability to transfer his consciousness to any point in his time-stream. What happens to the past version of him when he takes control? Don't know. But ignore that, the story purpose of this is so he can Doctor Strange himself and continually repeat the process of trying to modify the TVA's Temporal Loom before it overloads and destroys all of reality. [In case you don't know, the Temporal Loom apparently "takes raw time and weaves it into the Sacred Timeline", but now that the multiverse is free it can't account for so many new branches, so they want to expand it's output.]

Now you might be thinking "well, the multiverse is infinite, so how can anything quantify it?" And you'd be right, because when Loki finally manages to expand the loom, it still overloads because there is just too many branches. Why did it take him thousands of years to realize it was fruitless? Because this show's Loki is a fucking idiot.

Anyway, at first Loki thinks the solution is to stop Sylvie from killing He Who Remains so the timelines aren't freed (I think the writers forgot that the timelines started branching before HWR died), so by going back along his time-stream he is able to talk with HWR, who tells him... get this... that the Temporal Loom has a fail-safe where if it overloads, it blows up to destroy everything except for the Sacred Timeline, and then it's rebuilt. So that puts Loki back to where he was at the end of Season 1 both narratively and literally; either protect one timeline and only one timeline by wiping out quintillions of lives, or let everything burn completely.

Right now you're probably thinking "killing quintillions of people to save a few trillion doesn't feel like a good tradeoff" and you'd be right. Loki thinks so too, because he tells Sylvie that he doesn't think it's worth keeping one timeline alive at the cost of all the others. So what does he do?

... to be honest, I don't fully grasp it, so stay with me here.

He does back to the moment before the Temporal Loom was destroyed, and somehow uses his powers to rip it apart himself and contain the explosion so it doesn't incinerate anything.... I think, because after that there are millions of little strands that I guess are supposed to represent timelines. And then.... I still can't believe what I saw... Loki reaches out and starts grabbing as many strands/timelines as he can, and weaves them into what I think is supposed to be the Tree of Yggdrasil, and at the end of the sequence he sits down on a throne at the center of the "tree".

How does any of this work physically? How can Loki do any of this? Fuck you, that's how!

What does any of it mean? I haven't the faintest clue. The best I can figure, the Tree of Yggdrasil is quite literally a physical representation of the multiverse and Loki is holding it together by sheer force of will, so he did in fact get out of HWR's puzzle box.

The cynic in me initially thought the opposite was true, and the tree represented just the Sacred Timeline, so we were back to square one and free will doesn't exist. And in my defense, there isn't any dialogue denying that. In the final scene we're back at the TVA, which seems to just be looking out for Kang variants now (Mobius briefly mentions the term "616", implying they are cataloguing timelines now I guess), but... as we've talked about many times, trying to turn a Nazi organization into something better, with ALL of the same people (minus Renslayer) to boot, will inevitably crash and burn. AND ALSO, the Tree is still a finite thing, so how is it accounting for literal infinite timelines? I dunno, it just is.

Written out I'm realizing how wildly incoherent this seems, but I swear I'm being as concise as I can. This show is just a nonsensical disaster.

Okay, that was the wildest ride I've been in a while. I don't know how to thank you because I genuinely loved that 👌

So... Loki can grab timelines now? 😂😂 See, this is what I meant with my review of The Marvels, the powers range in these new phases is all over the place. We have so many characters who are widely OP for no freaking reason, it is not explained, they just have that ability out of nowhere and the writers don't care about what that might mean in upcoming movies and series. Just like Wanda in MoM: if you give her such overarching powers, when we see her throwing a punch here and there it seems comical. Ridiculous, even.

Anyway, if I understand correctly then the timelines are still controlled, just by Loki this time instead of HWR? And the TVA still exists? So how is that a good thing? God, what happened to Marvel that they went from "Hydra, Shield, it all goes" to "Let's keep the TVA alive, they can do some good". Did they show the agents actually learning that all the shit the TVA taught them was wrong? Otherwise they will cause the same problems all over again. The problem wasn't HWR, the problem was that those agents believed in what they were doing. If they don't have a change of heart, they will repeat it all over again.

And character-wise, did Loki learn anything about himself? Or was it all talk about timelines and him taking over? Ugh, I'm so glad I didn't watch it...

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[🦊] takes one to know one

✿ pairing: yeonjun x you / fluff, meet-cute / non.idol!au / 943 words / a sprinkle of curse words ✿ in which your golden retriever, might’ve just found another on the sidewalk. ✿ a/n: honest, dunno where this came from. just thought it would be cute with yeonjun! (p.s. reader’s dog’s name is ‘ginger’🦮) [masterlist 🌸]

today was supposed to be a normal day. a normal, damned day. and it would be, if it wasn’t for the way your dog yanks you towards the other side of the sidewalk, bumping into a stranger and making him spill his coffee all over.

great. great! way to go, ginger!

you find the courage to peel your eyes open and horrified with the scene. ginger’s now licking the face of a stranger she quite literally, pounced on with excitement and you’re trying to pull her back as you sit on the ground, finding leverage to calm her down.

“g-ginger, no! stop! ginger–oh fuck me!”

the stranger chuckles and you hear it; he’s not phased by it, amused, probably.

“i mean, at least take me out to dinner first, damn.”

that makes you grow wide-eyed as you almost let go of ginger’s leash. swallowing, you search for the face of who that voice belongs to, coming face to face with... shit, he’s gorgeous.

he has a beanie on to match the colour of his jacket; light grey. a black shirt and black jeans; round glasses, black hair, long enough to brush over his eyelashes and plump lips now spreading out to a mischievous grin when he catches you–”s-sorry. so sorry for all of this,” you clear your throat, trying to help him up but ultimately, when ginger manages to calm down from outright trying to maul this man with her sudden love and affection, he’s the one offering a hand to you.

you accept his hand shyly, and he chuckles as he helps you up while making sure ginger doesn’t just run off. you’re busy trying to fish for napkins from the pouch you have slung around your waist and he’s torn between who he should focus on.

ginger seems to mirror your anxious state, pressing her head to the side your thigh before she does circles around you, then around him, bumping her nose to his knee and the cycle repeats. his gaze then shifts to you, watching you mumble a slew of apologies while you frantically look for what you want, and when you do, you manage to pull out a packet of wet wipes and begin to–”here, gosh, i’m so sorry. i don’t know what’s gotten into her...”

he only laughs when you help him wipe his hands, the stain on his jacket, the drenched coffee cup, now barely with any of his drink left. that was when he’s able to watch how ginger patiently waits as she gets between your legs, her head popping out to look up at the way you’re trying to fix the situation. he tries not to laugh, because it might startle you, but he flinches when you try to wipe his hands sticky with the remnants of his drink.

at the gesture, you think nothing of it at first, just trying to help him out but when he freezes up, you blink up to his face and it hits you how oddly close your faces were.

it... this... felt like a dream. the world somehow blurry, only you in his vision as he looks at you. your features up-close, your eyes wide with concern and unable to move when your eyes lock with each other. it’s not until ginger wags her tail, hitting the back of your leg that you pull away and clear your throat.

he straightens his back, coughing a couple of times when he chokes on air as he breathes in; as if he forgot a moment ago.

“a-again, i’m so sorry. i–”he sees you eyeing the cup he has in his hands, that he tries to hide behind his back but it’s–”oh, goodness. um, let me buy you your coffee. then i’ll be out of your hair, promise.”

you’re already trying to scurry in the coffee shop you think he’s gotten his drink from, ginger in tow (that you conveniently forget you can’t bring inside) but then his voice stops you.

“how about you join me for coffee?”

your body turns into statue but you manage to robotically look over your shoulder. he smiles shyly at you, tilting his head in question, “that is, if you’re really willing to repay me.”

“i... i don’t even know your name.”

he holds his hand out, the other still behind his back (you hate how your heart swells at the way he’s still considerate not to let you see the mess of a coffee cup that ginger caused), “i’m yeonjun. choi yeonjun.”

he sees you looking at his hand and how you’re hesitant to reach out. if you were uncomfortable, he wouldn’t press on it, but it was the way he could feel you felt sorry and guilty that you’re uncertain with the kindness he’s showing. your fingers flinch, about to reach out but he–”ah, my hand’s hurting...”

you quickly slip your hand in his, giving it a small shake, “i-i’m y/n. y/n y/l/n.”

“there,” he grins, letting go of your hand, “now we know each other so... coffee?”

silence. muffled silence. the world is still alive and busy around you, but with yeonjun in sight, it feels... different. you’ve just met the guy, but it feels like you’ve known him for all your life. maybe it was the way he looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he wasn’t mad or upset the second ginger pounced on him, but instead welcomed ginger with a hug (ginger’s a hugger through and through).

“only if we can go to a place where ginger’s welcomed?”

he smiles.

“wouldn’t have it any other way.”

maybe... maybe ginger’s intuition and rash decisions weren’t so bad after all.

#txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt yeonjun #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n

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I was finally able to throw Swiss' desire to see Mountain and Dew bang into a fic again. I think the last time I wrote about it was in Honey Twist where he actually did walk in on them, which was in, like, February?

I dunno why I decided that would become a sort of obsession of his, but, playing with the idea a bit, I think he's just really into the idea of getting caught spying and "punished" for it.

The other thing with Swiss in fic I wanted to establish is that Swiss can't get Mountain to bottom for him no matter how hard he tries, purely because I like the idea that Swiss tries to go about it the same way he might with someone, like, say, Dew, where he being a dom really works for his partner -like, Dew likes being bossed around a bit if the other person can manage it- but Mountain?

Mountain wants a pathetic top who start crying because it "feels too good"... like, say, Rain.

I feel like Rain would cry when he feels good like that.

Anyway, yeah, Mountain wants to get Swiss to cry and maybe get railed from behind by someone else if he tops him, not necessarily Dew, he thinks maybe Cirrus would like to get a turn turning Swiss into putty, but who knows? Maybe he'll get Dew to watch just to rile him up for round two or something...

But yeah.

Hope your afternoon is going well.

I love your characterization of Swiss. To me he's the ghoul who's down for anything. Who has no shame, very few hard limits, is just along for the ride (sometimes literally). And that ties in very nicely with why Mountain won't bottom for him. It's hard for Swiss to get overwhelmed like that--to get desperate and weepy with pleasure. He could fake it--maybe--if Mountain really wanted it. But that's not what Mountain wants. Mountain wants genuine desperation, and it's hard to get Swiss there. But. I think you're right. I think Cirrus is the ticket to that. Add Dew, sitting in a chair in the corner, desperate to touch himself but not allowed. Give Swiss a thousand directions to look--and sensation from all angles and he will break eventually. He will start to lose it, start to fold, bow in on himself, dig his fingers into Mountain's hips and shake with it. On the other note, I love Swiss wanting so badly to catch Mountain and Dew in the act and always missing it. To the point that he isn't sure it's happening at all. While everyone else is like "yeah they fuck all the time." And Swiss is the only one who really cares--who really wants to be a part of it somehow. I almost wonder if Swiss, being forced to watch Dew top Mountain would do it. Would get Swiss desperate enough. Would make him shiver and shake and cry a little once he finally gets his dick in Mountain?

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EftD Chapter 11 – The Devil in Canterlot High Part 1

I’d just like to say. What the fuck.

Also, this commentary in particular had me doublebacking a lot, so I’m doing it acknowledging that I know the Chapter's end. Also I’m remembering so many actual terms for the literary devices used but alas, I’ll leave the accuracy be for the time being. Also I decided to break this one up so it’s not the tumblr equivalent of 17 Word Doc pages in a row.

Sunset Shimmer shivered from head to toe and couldn’t hide it even if she tried. And she tried. If she could at all avoid her friends seeing her like this, she would. It came in spasmodic spurts, with only seconds of control in between, starting from her legs or arms and rocking up to her core. She took in shallow, longing-to-be-deep breaths to steady herself, but, as if to rebel against her, her body didn’t listen.

First off, great start really sets the mood for the rest of the time Sunset’s going to be here. Absolutely dead-on with how it goes. The start and end of this chapter is mirrored. It’s right there in the title card. The big twist, I just didn’t see it. Even more obvious since we haven’t been seeing Sunset without something filtering her true feelings and self! But now, right there with that paragraph and the end of that first sentence – her body is rebelling against her, it didn’t listen. It can’t listen because it’s under Sombra’s control. Or soon will be.

It made her love them for trying—seriously, on a level she’d only thought possible recently—

AH!

Time spent with her favourite boys - even in totally-not-really-therapy-wink-wink - is working!

“... and I guess, I dunno, I just want to help so bad…”

GOODEST OF BOYS

He’s good. I think we’ll finally have this solved.”

I initially read this as “He’s good at being a therapist”, but I also like seeing how it could be interpreted as “He’s just genuinely a good guy”, which he is!

Flash stared at her for a second, the reels rewinding in his head almost so viscerally she could hear the sputtered squeal, and then he smiled. “Oh. I got third. They stumped me on the word castling because I thought it had an e in there somewhere, but I was super proud I could be so brave. My dad took me out for ice cream afterwards.”

A cutie mark origin story if there was one for this Flash! And just another thing to note. Even though Sunset genuinely seems cold, it’s also symbolic of her fear.

Sometimes the Princess would even let her sit on the throne.

;~;

Flash took that as a permission slip to start monologuing aloud about tactical breathing: in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4. Of course, the music nerd in him counted it out like a 2/4 time signature. He even performed a demonstration of what that might look like, breathing to a beat of his own making.

Ngl, a while back I started reading this chapter. Then some shit happened, and I had to drive alone for 2 hours. It was a very emotional drive, and my adrenaline had me much more awake than I needed, but my mind came back to this bit. Kept me calm and kept my driving safe. Thank you for this <3.

Sunset let him. She thought she’d managed this breathing thing pretty well on her own all these years, she didn’t need a How to Guide. While the shakes didn’t stop entirely, she managed to calm them down to a level she hoped wouldn’t be perceptible.

I’m glad Sunset did let him, instead of saying to his face that she didn’t need a how-to guide. They both sorta understand each other in this way. Flash literally just said he wants to help so bad, but Sunset also didn’t want to be perceived as not being okay. Much more didn’t want anyone to say it out loud. So, he’s helping by telling her how to breathe when you have nerves but not pointing out directly that she seems nervous. Saying things out loud just hits so much harder. Guess that’s part of the point of therapy!

The door hung open after her like the toothy maw of a basilisk salivating strands of venom and ready to devour a fresh victim whole.

Speaking of perception… she’s really not perceiving this as a good thing lol. Cold shaking, shaking in fear like a helpless little mouse. And an actual mouse. NOT a ‘Tiny Vermin’. There’s a reason that boss is up a level after the Bone Hydra.

And Sunset would have been happy to continue staring off into the middle-distance, unreachable, but then, Timber Spruce slapped his hands on his knees, got up from his chair, and said, “You know what? Why not? Let’s get magical. I’ve got a few things to say.”

Sunset looked up then to see Timber send her a tired smirk before disappearing.

Absolute shocker. And absolutely love the way Timber went about this. Sometimes you just gotta dive right into the deep end to get used to the water. And of course, seeing all your friends jump in and then come out fine and in a good mood and the like, and you’re all that more likely to cave to the pressure. Timber especially so since he likes to also feel part of the Rainbooms.

“Would you jump into the mouth of a basilisk if all your friends did?”

“Well, if they got out and the basilisk spit did wonders for their general complexion and confidence, then yeah I guess I would.”

What would he say about her in there? What were they talking about? Closing the portal won’t take long. Ray and Scruffles need me to bring them, I’d have to get them first. If I close the portal, is that it? Could anyone open it again? Would the connection be severed? Would the crack in the sky disappear? What happens here when it’s gone?

She’s still on that?! Not even her girlfriend could convince her otherwise?!

Sunset knew with a cold certainty from her lectures and studies on the Roots of Magic that there was always a source. An origin, a cause.

I do not like that this certainty in particular is cold. Especially not with all the other ‘cold’ things going on. Also, I bet the origin is that damn horse statue in front of City Hall!

…(similar to the human economy, Sunset Shimmer understood little to nothing of human geography—and now she likely never would) ...

As a human geographer who also happens to be human, I find this very humourous. I do NOT recommend searching what I mean, it’s a rabbit hole of confusion and questioning as to geography’s place in academia (but fuck almost all of those Ivy League Universities, you know what university DOES include Geography among one of its VERY FEW master’s and doctorate programs? THE UNITED NATIONS UNIVERSITY! Guess actually helping people across the world through an interdisciplinary approach towards natural disasters under a changing climate isn't top of mind for them. Yes I'm bitter.)

Also would be funny if Sunset pursued geography as a result of going to NR (which apparently was important to military officer training in WW2).

This also makes the idea of “significant places of sorcery and love” especially interesting to me as a human geographer. We look into the human relationship with space, which we end up calling “place’. We assign value to it when we have this relationship, including emotional value. But these places can have different identities and values depending on the who its relating to.

What goes into those places of sorcery and love? If we think back to the Perfect Pear in the pony episodes, that is an example of assigning emotional value to a place. A place of love, where sorcery emerged, where these powerful interactions of two lovers, forbidden to be with each other but still so committed to being there anyway that they develop a place that was unique to them. But is there any place we’ve seen that could be classified as such in the human realm? Nightfall Reach certainly seems old, perhaps old enough to be classified so. And with Friendship being a core tenet, maybe there’s something there.

There’s likely something around Canterlot High, and that statue. Clearly the statue itself is imbued with magic. But did anything with strong enough love or sorcery exist in that space before the school did? Did it have to? So many relationships made, broken, by so many students coming in and out of that place, connected to a mirror. What other value might have been assigned here, and by whom?

In a small, cold place, she almost found herself excited for them. You go, girls. You’re going to be amazing.

OOF

She didn’t so much as say a word to her girlfriend or Flash before Timber appeared in front of her, hand outstretched.

Damn, I can’t even imagine what Twilight must be thinking after all that. It’s even worse knowing the first conversation after this will be through Sombra.

Sunset flinched and looked to her girlfriend, who sat beside her and, at some point, had taken Sunset’s hand, maybe to steady it. The little circles she revolved with her thumb stopped short.

Awwwwww!

Well she didn’t really mention much of the shakes since around the time Twilight came out, save for when Timber went in.

Solstice emerged from the office and his eyes billowed a ghastly gas-like steam. The crackle of it startled Flash in particular who ripped out of his seat, but neither Twilight nor Timber reacted.

Okay so, a bit of a development! Totally not at all concerning. Also totally not concerning that Twi and Tim are not concerned. sweats

Solstice waited for her like the ferryman at the perilous banks of the River Styx, lantern and steady smile at the ready.

Mouth of Styx starts playing

Sunset walking into hell, to face Hades himself.

Heart walloping against the confines of her ribcage, Sunset had to admit comfortable sounded so nice. Trying to stabilize one of her clammy hands with its partner, she nodded, mumbling, “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Wow, really missing Twi’s hand, huh?

That made him smile, teeth pale like a full-moon in the shadow of night. Combined with his still demonically slitted eyes, Sunset fought the thought that Solstice looked almost animalistic and focused instead on the gentleness of his voice. “You can zip up your jacket, my dear, I don’t want you to freeze.”

Aaaahhh! Very werewolf-like. Indeed. I can see it be an apt metaphor for Solstice and his condition. The style and grace of the Sombra persona feeling more like a vampire, but the challenge of having something deep inside of you changing and turning you into a monster is something all too familiar for Sunset. The human realm has its own myths and legends, but she likely experienced so many of those myths made real back in Equestria. And, having dressed up like one for Halloween partly being the reason for her perceiving him this way. Or maybe its more of a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

“Tcht. No, see, I’d be offended. It’s kind of my look, so...” She gestured down to her open leather jacket in open rebellion.

Sunset’s willing to freeze before changing her look? Rarity will be so proud. Or disappointed since she could probably make it still warm while being fashionable.

Still, it’s a nice touch – Sunset’s here in her first counselling appointment, where it’s supposed to be a safe space to let yourself be comfortable enough to be honest with yourself and your feelings and the like. Where you can take off that figurative armour, literal in the case of Sunset and her rebellious identity, also being rebellious to the idea of counselling.

“Oh! Yes, that has to be frightfully frigid.”

I don’t like the implied tone here. Yes, the weather inside is frightful, but the other side of Sombra is so very much ALSO frightful. Maybe though, the fire inside that Solstice sets for the students’ souls will be so delightful.

She drank him in in full. It helped her own nerves to see the big bad opponent she was up against wore loafers like he was late for church service, wore his button-down not quite tucked into his belted slacks, and smelled like a coffee shop if it also used a wood stove. “Huh. You actually can’t feel cold?”

The BIG BAD… Churchgoer? More like wolf in sheep’s clothing. With Solstice being like that, it must’ve done both Flash and Timber a lot of good. A safe haven in a cold cold blizzard who emanates the woodsy-ness the latter likes, but speaks so very kindly, as the former would appreciate.

“Heaven knows the central heating could use an upgrade with me around to challenge it, but well. Public school.”

Okay so they can afford the special sports stuff but not heating?! I well… yeah no, that tracks.

But Solstice caught that. “Really, are you sure about your jacket? I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold in my office, I’d never forgive myself.” Sunset’s eyes went for a spin. “Think I’ll find a way to survive your office.”

laughing nervously

Solstice paused long enough to stare at her jacket’s zipper, as if tempted to zip it up himself. If he had telepathy or the sheer force of will, all bets might have been off. With the steam still billowing off his demonic eyes, he looked much angrier about it than he probably actually was. Or maybe it really did vex him that much, Sunset couldn’t say.

Combining the concerned pseudo-parent and rebellious teenager is a recipe for a glorious disaster named Sombra as he feeds on the anger from feeling a lack of control (or what I thought was anger, but is actually fear for her well-being).

Either way, he moved toward the kettle and basket of cookies. “Alright, it’s your decision. But speaking of dire choices: Can I at least get you anything? A hot beverage to keep warm?

Nothing like a hot beverage! Although I think that there should be a better word to define hot beverages than just “hot beverage”. I’ve been trying to get “café drinks” going here and there, but in this day and age? That can mean anything.

Sunset doubted the school counsellor would readily give her access to the type of beverage she really wanted to get through this. Fire down the throat always kept her warm, in a manner of speaking (especially if it was Nectar of the Gods, Sunset’s favourite Equestrian liquor; she’d never forget sneaking her first taste from the pools of Mount Olympus while on diplomatic missions with the Princess. Good times). She shifted on the plump couch cushion. “Tea’s good, if you have any. Camelmile?”

Who wouldn't want some Nectar of the Gods? I'm sure there'll be some at the coronation.

Whenever Sunset had an upset stomach⁠—her codeword for nervousness or feeling upset, honestly⁠—as a filly, Princess Celestia brewed her excellent tea. Trottingham chai, Zebrafrican rooibos, even a nice Griffonstonian oolong after a long day. It got to the point the sound of the kettle boiling in the hearth was enough to ease any irritation.

Just like 'mom' used to make~

Nodding, Solstice smiled around his own shoulder, back at her, setting up the mugs, not unlike a bartender.

Ah yes, the bartender, discount therapist!

His little wooden stirring stick whisked the cup in an erratic fashion. “Warping the minds of the youth with their overpriced... cake coffee. Oh, it sounds delicious, but what you’ve really gone and done is ruined a perfectly good pot of coffee and convinced swarms of innocent teenagers they’ve bought themselves a luxury item!”

He grumbled more into his own mug as he sipped to avoid an overflow before realizing; he swallowed his mutterings down with his coffee. “I have… a lot of feelings about beverages. Wine especially. But I suppose the point was that it’s nice to know I’m not the only ex-career student here.”

Recently I’ve come to appreciate whisky. I enjoyed it before, sure, but now I understand that among the connoisseurs, the best whisky is the one you like, and that includes whiskey ;)

But that does bring me to another observation – Sunset mentioned alcohol in her head before Solstice said it out loud. Foreshadowing about getting in her head? Or is it another point about how much they actually have in common?

It’s wild seeing how much coffee has really taken off though. I see a lot of similarities between wine and coffee connoisseurs. The sheer difference in variety of tastes based on where it’s grown and the conditions that gave rise to it – it’s terroir - and how it’s processed or even what you add to it in each minuscule amount.

Each student technically is a product of their own terroir. Even though the students are all different, they’re also similar in so many ways – that’s why they can empathize with each other despite those different experiences. But of course, with a unique terroir, it’ll get harder and harder to have an accurate read on knowing how someone else is feeling. As a geographer once said, "everything is related to everything else, but near things are more related than distant things." People who grew up in one place have much more in common than someone from a different place depending on what's available to them: the culture there, foods available, cost of things in the community, etc. But the processing of the coffee bean or the wine changes that too! As it goes through its life cycle, it started out somewhere, like all its neighbours, but slowly changed along the way as new experiences shaped it, and shaped the person.

And that’s why its important for someone like Solstice to be there. He talks to them and gets into the finer notes and details of people, even with the added sugar. His comment about cake coffee makes me believe he dislikes it because he dislikes how the uniqueness of each cup getting drowned out and taken away by fads among teens, making it harder for them to be open and honest with each other if all they're concerned with is the fad. Cause if you're not open and honest, how can you have an open and honest relationship with one another? With Sunset’s “look”, she’s dressed up like a mocha and refuses to let him or anyone else really know the core of what’s there. All that sugar added drowns out what makes everyone unique and beautiful in their own way. Unless you're a coffee connoisseur among coffee connoisseurs.

That and he's worried about them being manipulated.

“That’s true. I apologize. I don’t know. Call it an educated guess, then,” he told her, carrying over her mug. “Maturity is usually hard-won, much like degrees and education. Or forgiveness.” Solstice offered a smile as he gave her the drink. “Your friends speak very highly of you, Sunset. Your story is something of a legend around here. You are.”

Well at least Sunset has the forgiveness thing under her belt. The former she could get no problem! Just gotta figure out what that will be.

“…I don’t do well with heights, not a fan.”

I anticipate foreshadowing here.

Would it be dramatic to say I’ve got a fear phobia? Sunset thought. “I’ve got a fear phobia. Only thing I fear is fear itself, you know? So if you’re wondering about your eyes, it’s cool, don’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of you.”

Sombra likes to be dramatic and uses fear as his primary weapon. If he’s not fear itself, then I don’t know what is for ya, Sunny.

“I’ll do my best to help you achieve that, then.” Solstice handed her a waiver of some sort, complete with clipboard and pen. “Everything you say here is completely confidential. The only exceptions to that are if I’m required to disclose case-relevant details in a court of law, or, and this is important, if you pose an immediate danger to yourself or others. At which point, I would contact the proper authorities for safety reasons.”

…

The authorities? Celestia, Flash’s dad would kill me if he knew I planned to leave Flash behind again. If Chief Magnus murders me, Flash might find out I’m leaving and try to stop me. “No.”

Including this part so specifically, leads me to believe the reason is twofold:

1. Our most glorious author, Marvel Prime, is presenting the reader with an accurate portrayal of the processes of going to therapy, based on her own knowledge and experience. This in turn, is also useful to anyone reading this in terms of knowing what to expect if they go in.

2. Foreshadowing. The callback back to good ol Detective Daddy-o, Flash Magnus, who probably has a case on her, and just needs a little bit more to bring it to court. The other element of “this is important”, is not just for her, but for the reader to remember. Because she gets body swapped again, she will ultimately pose said immediate danger to herself and others. Also, who knows if “proper authorities” can actually mean Princess Twilight and the crew bringing in some magic-ass kickin’. Seems like the proper authority to me.

Not that she had any plans on re-terrorizing the school or putting everyone’s lives in danger, but Sunset could almost hear the cell-doors clanking shut in front of her.

Wonderfully brought together with the art right in this section too! The shadow of the blinds making it look all too much like cell-doors. Signing her name? Signing her confession…. DUN DUN DUUUN.

“Oh-ho, no. Nope. We’re not doing this, no,” Sunset said, arms barred across her chest like a luxurious stay at the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre. “I’m not here to talk about me, I’m here to help my friends change back.”

And prison references continue! It all comes back together. All the Greek mythology references, combined with the justice system, coming together into that – the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre being the reason for the references and how this all feels, that she’s ultimately a bad friend and bad person, even if she’s not going to terrorize the school again not that she’ll have any say in that though. But also this whole thing could just be in of itself another way to foreshadow just that. Either way, she’s venturing through Hades to save her friends, but is willing to stay there if it means making things right.

Y’know it also kinda feels like Solstice is gonna pull out the ol’ Rorschach tests.

“Tell me what you see?”

Sunset proceeds to see either her kissing Twi, her strangling Timber, or Celestia disappointed in her.

Arms crossed. Sunset took in air just to sigh it back out like sand dragged back into the sea.

AND IT STILL MAKES YOUR FEET GRAINY. THERE’S ALWAYS A LIL BIT LEFT BEHIND IN YOUR SANDAL.

And a stop to say it’s lovely seeing this second picture right after. Solstice just across from the ‘imprisoned’ Sunset, showing the source of the cell-door imagery. Again, I’m no artist, but I feel like there’s a number of contrasts and comparisons to be seen here.

First, I’ll admit I don’t know what that thing is in the right side of the first pic and left side of the second pic. BUT It does connect the two – the way its coloured and the angle it’s on.

Second, the difference in line styling with each picture – the one feat. Sunset is softer, more rounded, wavy, especially when the shadow-prison-bars hit Sunset herself. Notably, the only parts of Solstice that are rounded are the two that are most influenced by Sombra.

Third, the way these two come together. It’s literally shadow prison bars. AND that’s what curves around Sunset. Her tea’s steam curves and is reminiscent of her hair, but curves towards Solstice. The parts of Solstice influenced by Sombra are his hair and his breath. They’re mimicking her – again a sort of foreshadowing, and also almost soul-like (yes I'm thinking Danny Phantom). Oh yeah also it’s like, half his face literally covered in shadow too. But not just any shadow, a shadow that reflects the Yin-Yang symbol – the darkness in the light, and the light in the darkness.

“Yes, precisely!” He leaned forward to the edge of his seat. “But the exact effect is dependent on you! Anyone can feel love for their friends, or joy, anger, fear—really, I believe you’re right, the intensity of your emotions correlates to the intensity of your magic. But if the power comes from you directly, it’s also my belief that exactly how it manifests is related to your individual psychology. Who you are, what those emotions mean to you personally.”

Okay, don’t like how he ended on fear there. Can’t take this fore-shadow-ing.

If Solstice’s individual personality affects how his magic manifests, does that mean his initial fear, perhaps fear of his father, helped make it what it is now? Would his guilt manifest differently, since that seems to be strong with him? Or maybe guilt is simply the aftermath of fear having been realized.

A stupid giggle bubbled to the surface. “I’ve had theories for years,” Solstice near-squealed, his eyes flickering back to their regular green, if only momentarily, and back again. “It wasn’t until I came here to help you students that I had any way of observing other samples besides myself! And the most marvelous part is I may have guided the students towards the answers, but they’re the ones to figure it out! And now they can learn to harness those powers for good! Emotional therapy meets magical theory!”

And here we see an example of it all playing out. Sunset mentioned acting as your true self as a form of creating strong emotions – and Solstice is no longer acting. He’s never had the chance to actually be his true self until an opportunity like this presented itself. He’s always had to act on stage, act a certain way in front of his dad, find this niche interest and be unable to share it, and he’s had to act like everything’s okay in order to not induce anxiety in anyone else, which would make him feel worse. He’s had to filter and mute himself. And thus, him acting as his true self allows him to regain control of his whole, true self back from Sombra. Allows him to be powered by magic through something stronger than fear. For now.

And that's the end of Part 1 of this chapter's commentary!

#Empathy for the Devil #EftD #EftD Chapter 11 Commentary #EftD Chapter 11 Commentary Part 1 #my stuff #commentary #marvelandponder #bevinbrand

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