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Open My Eyes
AO3, 1/15 chapters, post season 5 finale, angst (with a happy ending), Adrien discovers the truth
Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.
(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)
(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)
“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”
(Adrien has some things to find out.)
Hey guys, deciding to force myself to finally start uploading my post-season 5 finale fic! It's already complete and will be updated Mondays and Thursdays.
Basically, it's lots of Adrien angst and reveals dealing with the fallout of the season 5 finale. It was a lot of fun to write.
#''force myself'' to upload because posting fic makes me nervous lol so i stall. this is also why my fics are completed first uploaded second#complete fic is 100k because adrien has SO MUCH SHIT TO GO THROUGH. AND ITS ALL CANON STUFF 😭😭😭😭#adrien whump is just. acknowledging things that are canon. kjklsajfklasjfsaf#my art#open my eyes
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Not Alive, Nor Dead
[NEXT PART]
Okay I'm trying to be brave and post this before I chicken out, first time writing a fic, and I'm not sure if this is any good.
So, since I don't have time to draw out all of the revenant au story, but I still want to share it, I'm writing it instead.
Will continue this if people are interested!
[this isn't requiered but reading the comic might help you understand this better]
[also there's a Soap pov version of this by Badolmen, it doesn't line up 100% because we didn't work together but it's very very good and you should read it regardless]
“No.”
“I wasn’t asking, Ghost.”
He shifted in his place. Can never get used to Price’s voice in his head.
“You know I work best alone. All he’s gonna do is get in the way.”
Price’s mustache twitched, as if he’s fighting a smile. Bastard is about to drop something to win the entire argument, Ghost already knows.
“He’s a revenant. Strong one too.”
Fucking figures. Still, he could argue he doesn’t need any support-
“Intel is rigged with explosives. And the Sergeant just so happens to be explosion-proof.”
…Fuck.
Ghost sighs heavily like he was presented with an unreasonable amount of shit to deal with. He watches as Price sits there, shit eating grin spitting at him. He looks back to the folder, at the details of this already annoying mission, “you said there are 2 buildings?”
Price snaps from his self boasting to confirm “one suspected barracks and the other an abandoned warehouse. Warehouse contains the majority of explosives.”
Finally finding something to work with, Ghost straightens his back to his usual self-assured posture, “the Sergeant can deal with the warehouse, I’ll clear the barracks. No need to work together.”
Price seems less happy about that. Serves him right. He sighs and drags a hand over his face, and Ghost almost feels bad for ruining his plan to get him to play with a team. Almost.
“Will it kill you to try and work with the lad?” Price asks offhandedly, while organising the folder back to the never-ending pile of documents on his desk.
“You mean again?” Ghost would wear his own shit eating grin if his face wasn’t permanently covered.
Price still seems equally pissed. Probably saw it in his literal mind’s eye. “Get out of my office Lieutenant, wheels up at 0500.” He gets up and walks around his desk to face Ghost, “don’t scare the kid off alright? I have a feeling you two could mash well together.”
Ghost tilts his head and projects the most doubt he could muster at Price. “Yes sir.”
This is going to be a bloody long day.
It’s not that Ghost hates people per se, it’s just that most of them seem hell-bent on being annoying, disruptive, or boring. Useless on the field for someone of his caliber, and even more useless off-field.
He knows he’s not exactly easy to relate to, but he couldn’t care less about trying to be. He’s here for one purpose. And it’s not “making friends” or whatever Price and Gaz has been trying to push him towards.
He wonders which category the Sergeant currently standing in front of him will fall into. By his fidgeting nature and easy smile, Ghost would put his money on “annoying”.
The Sergeant, “Soap” apparently (Ghost wonders if that callsign was given to him before or after he died a probably painful death), now directs that smile at him, seemingly undeterred by the giant man wearing a skull like a stereotypical grim reaper. He has to give it to the lad, at least he hides his discomfort well.
“You must be Ghost, eh? Let’s get ourselves a win LT” The Sergeant says with an obvious Scottish accent, fist-bumps his shoulder and walks off towards transport.
Oh, annoying is definitely winning.
Despite that, Ghost can’t feel like Soap really fits it. He’s unlike the other muppets in the category, He’s not poking him like the rookies do, trying to make him reveal his powers.
No, the Sergeant is annoying like an overly friendly dog is to someone that doesn’t want to be licked. He’s acting like they’re just two normal soldiers on their way to a normal mission, not the unnatural, unexplainable phenomena they actually are.
Ghost will have to keep watching. Certainly on field he will be able to find out his true colors.
On the helo, Ghost picks his usual spot near the ramp, where the lights don’t reach as much and most prefer not to sit, and observes Soap. His fidgety nature stayed the same, but the carefree expression he wore on ground morphed into a determined one, face stern and serious. He seemed lost in thought, eyebrows twitching here and there. He sees how his fingertips flicker, watching flames dance between them before the rapid movements put them out.
Well, at the very least Soap doesn’t fall into “boring”.
Clearing the barracks is a laughably easy job, even without using his powers. Although, it would’ve been so much faster with them… too bad he doesn’t hate the Sergeant enough to send him to Limbo.
They practically run through both buildings, untouchable storms. Ghost has to admit, Soap is clearly competent, disarming bombs and taking down hostiles at an impressive rate.
God, he hates when Price is right.
“Ground floor clear, heading to the basement” Soap relays on comms.
“Copy, clearing third floor, keep an eye out for Intel.”
“I have to say LT, you’re not quite like I expected.”
Feeling’s mutual, Ghost thinks to himself. “That so?”
“Aye, you’re not a major cunt for starters.”
That startled a small huff out of him. What the hell do the rumors say about him? He would have to ask Gaz about that, “Could still change that Sergeant.” he mock-lectures him.
A small laugh is what he gets in return, “I doubt that. I’ve worked with some bastards before, you barely make top 50.”
“Only 50? I hoped for at least 20”
“Got work cut out for you then, sir”
“That I do.”
Ghost continues clearing the floor methodically before faltering for a moment. Why was he entertaining the Sergeant like that? Since when does he joke with people?
Though, he would’ve done it more if he had someone so ready to joke back…
Useless thoughts.
Cursing Price, Soap, and all other stupid distracting things swirling in his head, Ghost takes down another hostile.
The mission is going without a hitch. Which is usually when something “hitches”.
A couple of minutes after Soap’s last words, Ghost sees a bright light flash from the warehouse, before a soundwave shakes the windows of the now barren barracks.
One of the explosives went off… “Soap, what the hell happened there?”
No answer.
Ghost knows he’s fine. Price wouldn’t brag about how “explosion-proof” he is otherwise. But he’s not answering…
“Sergeant, give me sitrep, now.”
Ghost stands still for another minute, listening to static.
He checked the last room right before the explosion went off, so he just has to go to exfil and wait for the Sergeant at this point. His part of the work is done.
He should just go to exfil.
Ghost climbs down the stairs and heads for the warehouse, a foreboding plume of dark smoke billowing from its roof.
If asked why he didn’t ignore his gut feeling and use his brain like always, he wouldn’t have an answer.
Maybe he just wanted to exchange one more joke with the Sergeant before they finish the mission and never see each other again.
Arriving at the doors, he sees how the ground floor caved in, creating a ramp down to the basement. He starts making his way down, when he sees bodies littering the debris. Was Soap ambushed?
“Soap? Where the fuck are you Sergeant!” Ghost shouts. He has half a mind to be quiet, not wanting to attract enemies to their location, before realizing no one would’ve survived this. No one but-
“LT…?”
“Soap, why weren’t you answering comms- what…”
He stumbles upon Soap. Soap, who's laying on the grey concrete floor, wheezing and shaking, a metal rebar in his hands. Ghost walks closer and realizes the rebar is going through his stomach and pinning him to the floor.
The Sergeant’s eyes blearily look at the metal “I need, I n-need to get this out…”
He lifts himself half an inch and Ghost sees how the blood rushes out of the wound, how Soap pales.
Ghost rushes to his side. “Stop fucking moving”, he slides his hands under his torso, feels his gloves getting soaked in blood, “let me help you”.
Soap’s breathing becomes less harsh, and he looks up at him, “you… you don’t have to-”
He slowly lifts Soap before he can say another useless remark. The muscles under his fingertips clench and the Sergeant chokes out a scream.
“Fuck” Soap mutters between pants.
“We’re halfway there, you’re doing good.” Ghost lets him rest before continuing to lift his body up. The blood keeps rushing out of the wound, enough that he doesn’t understand how Soap is still conscious. The sergeant let go of the rebar, and is now gripping Ghost’s forearms like he’s about to fall to his death.
After a few seconds, which Ghost is sure felt like hours for Soap, he eases him off the metal and onto the ground. Soap immediately collapses, shuddering and holding his hands around the wound.
Ghost then realizes he’s not sure how the Sergeant’s powers work. Is this supposed to even happen? Is he actually dying?
Soap looks up at that moment, giving him a small smile that looks more like a grimace, “I just… give me a minute to heal, I’ll be ready to go soon.” he uncurls and drags himself to sit against a piece of wall.
Ghost frowns and slowly steps towards Soap and slides to sit next to him, “take however long you need.”
He doesn’t look, but from his peripheral, he sees Soap’s head whipping around and staring at Ghost like he told him he’s giving him a million pounds.
He seemed to find something in his expression (however much he could even see of it), and looked down at his bloodied hands, “thank ye…”
Ghost blinks down, “I hope this doesn’t lower my cunt rank.”
Soap lets out a small laugh that turns into a fit of coughs. More blood rushes out of his wounds, and Ghost internally winces.
“Ha… I think it takes ye off the list, mate.”
Ghost heaves an over-the-top sigh, “shame”.
Soap smiles at him, and Ghost notices it’s different from the one he gave him before the helo. This one is… warmer. Or at least it makes him feel so.
Soap lifts his shirt to inspect the wound, and Ghost can’t help by take a look. The wound stopped bleeding, and when Soap wipes some of it away, he can see how it’s already closing.
So he does get hurt… it just heals. Ghost still wonders how it all works, but he knows their powers work with bizarre rules, weird exceptions and what not. He can almost hear his Reaper laughing. Or whatever you would call that chilling noise it lets out when it finds something funny.
It doesn’t matter either way. Not like he’ll get to work with Soap again.
The Sergeant exhales and lets his shirt drop, “a’right, let’s fuckin’ finish this.” he slowly starts lifting himself up before Ghost wordlessly grabs his arms and helps him.
Soap mumbles a thanks, “did you find any intel?”
Ghost looks ahead. The climb out of the basement won’t be easy on his wound… “Negative. We’ll keep looking.”
Eventually they reach a door labelled “storage”, that is blocked by several tonnes of concrete and metal. Ghost internally curses.
Soap, who’s been trailing behind Ghost, reaches the door and looks around. Ghost is about to ask him if he’s got a few C4’s hidden somewhere when the Sergeant asks him, “permission to use my powers, sir?”
Ghost raises an eyebrow, “what are you planning?”
“Gonna blow it up sir” Soap says like it was obvious.
“...go ahead.” Ghost replies, half baffled Price forgot to mention the Sergeant, besides being unkillable by explosions, can also create them.
Was probably in the folder he didn’t bother reading.
He takes a step back to let Soap Have a go. The Sergeant rests his palms on the debris, inhales, and…
A loud boom makes Ghost’s ears ring. He’s momentarily blinded by the bright explosion before he regains his vision, and sees Soap stepping around the remains of the door into the small room.
Ghost shakes away his slight shock and joins him. Soap’s powers intrigue him… he wonders what else he could do.
Somehow, the intel survived the explosions. Ghost could barely care. At least they won’t have Price on their case later on.
As they walk towards the exfil point, a heavy feeling sinks within Ghost. He’s not sure what to call it, but if he had to it would be “regret”.
Regretting what, he’s not sure. Maybe he should’ve prolonged their walk.
And from a glance at his face, Soap might understand this feeling as well.
“You did well Sergeant.” He has the sudden urge to say. Maybe it will make him regret less.
Soap casts a smile at him. It doesn’t warm him in the slightest.
The chopper blades slashing through air never made him feel worse.
“I guess this is it then.” Soap says when they land.
Ghost turned to face him. That heavy feeling in him just kept getting heavier throughout the flight. Why?
“So it seems.”
Soap stares for a moment longer before sighing. Ghost wants to do something about the annoyingly heavy air of despair around them.
“Soap” the Sergeant hums, “Why did the Scotsman’s prank fail?”.
Confusion takes over his features, “what?”
Ghost inhales, “because no one let him get away scot-free.”
Soap stares at him like he brought shame to his entire bloodline. Ghost grins like he did.
“Steamin’ Jesus LT, that was horrendous.”
“Ah Sergeant, just admit my jokes are better, no need to be a sore loser.”
“My gran got better jokes than this, fuckin’ hell” Soap laughs.
“I’d like to meet her.”
“So you two could battle? I rather not see you die of embarrassment sir.”
Soap’s transport decides to arrive at this moment, chasing away the small joy they both found.
Soap looks back at it and turns to Ghost.
“It’s been great working with you sir.” if Ghost was feeling bold, he would say Soap almost looks sad, “I hope we’ll get to go another round later.”
Ghost hates the hopeful tone in his voice. Hope is uncertain, leaves everything up to chance.
Useless.
“Likewise, Sergeant.”
He stays standing there for a few minutes, staring at the truck vanishing towards the horizon. As if it will lighten the boulder in his chest.
“So, Simon, what’s your verdict?” Price finishes after debrief.
Ghost thinks about the entire endeavour. Not annoying, not disruptive, or boring.
Soap is…
“He’s something else…”
Critiques are welcome! Nobody beta'd this so I'm sure there are mistakes lol (that and this isn't my first language...)
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so i talked a bit about reinjulisuba on this blog in the past like in this one ask but now ive made a quick and easy diagram summarizing their whole deal <3
#rezero#re:zero#natsuki subaru#reinhard van astrea#julius juukulius#arc 5 spoilers#THE REZERO BOY DRAMA IS INSANE 😭😭 they are so mentally ill knwdjdnd#reinjuli having not one not two but THREE brain chemistry life altering first meetings is fucking insane#julius is always cursed to have the worst first meetings of his life with random twinks#and julisuba being so stuck in astrea drama is so horribly funny 😭 theyre honorary family members at this point#THEN THERES REINSUBA BEING FREUDIAN…..#im never not losing my mind over them#i need to make a diagram with otto included in it also bc it gets EVEN WORSE…#rezero boy drama is crazy as always. theyre all deranged in different directions. i hate these men#reinhard knowing that reid is Like That and never telling/getting the chance to tell julius is the cherry on top 😭😭#i need a 100k slow burn reinjulisuba fic STAT. im begging on my knees#also julisuba being into each other but also reinhard (platonic or romantic) but also admitting OUT LOUD that reinhards a monster. im crying
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the horrifying implications of Cinderpelt as a pawn of Starclan- trying everything she can to unsuccessfully stop her apprentice from leaving because she's terrified of the internalised idea of "failing" her clan and her job due to her impending death, while unaware that the entire Crowpool situation is intentional by Starclan for their own benefit to initiate the Power of Three prophecy and that her death in itself is to be Leafpool's motivation to stay- the idea that the stars, the ancestors and family and friends she devoted her life to always meant for her to die young and hopeless and were willing to manipulate her emotionally for the best outcome for them- is alone a piece of her character that's infinitely more heartwrenching and tragic and interesting than "she actually had a crush on Firestar and she's sad she can't date him :((" and I'm so mad that the latter is her primary legacy instead of any interpretations of her as a character that go beyond boring forbidden romance #17 that was barely even implied to begin with
#im sorry but with knowledge of how fucked up starclan is what they did to cinderpelt is. horrifyinggg#this specific interpretation is maybe a bit of a reach but it goes hand in hand with them lying to squirrel and leaf and so on#and also makes more sense in-universe as to why they 'reincarnated' her afterwards than literally just a cocktail of fanservice and ableism#hey sorry we put you on an inevitable death sentence so your apprentice could get pregnant but stay here lol. you can uh possess ur niece i#anyways sorry for all the cinderpelt talk ive been thinking a lot about her lately#she has such a weird reception in the fandom in that she's considered a 'fan favourite' but literally nobody cares about her too much#theres only like 4 cinderpelt maps with over 100k views and theyre all a couple years old at least#for good reason probably because there's a lot of ableism around her both canon and fanon#but still it's a wee shame since she's such a major character to the first two arcs that the little fanon about her there is is kinda borin#cinderpelt#warrior cats#i think shes a lesbian and i also think she should have been allowed to kill someone for fun
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Okay I’m glad we can cry about the vow au together, because if Thena’s going to keep remembering things when her sweet and precious Gil makes her a treat I might just never stop asking for it 😭 would love to read more, whatever you think comes next i’m happy to read!!!
"Sweetie?"
Thena looked up from her pillow. She looked particularly miserable, which made sense; she had never done well when sick. "Hm?"
Gil stepped into the guest room with his tray in hand. He nudged the door closed before setting it down on the dresser, "how are you feeling, hon?"
Thena blinked her glassy green eyes at him, "I'm sorry to make you take care of me like this."
Gil just shook his head. She had no memory of him nursing her back to health when a flu took her down hard after their first trip together. Her first cold with him as a couple when she kept insisting he couldn't see her with her runny nose and blotchy fever skin. Even when she had some bad periods that could make her growly.
She thought of herself as a real lioness, but he couldn't help but think of a plush, ragdoll cat who kept hissing at him.
He leaned forward, kissing her clammy forehead. "I think your fever's broken, at least. Did you get a little rest?"
Thena just nodded, pulling up her knees under the covers so he could sit on the edge of the bed. "Did you apologise to Ajak for me?"
"Hey, come on, people get sick, it happens," he chuckled as he patted her knees. "I have some time off to use, and she understands. They can do without me for a few days."
"I don't know how true that is," she muttered as he retrieved the tray. She straightened her legs again so he could stand it up over her lap. "Your customers will be missing out on your perfect croissants."
He grinned, offering her the mug of tea first. "And my seasalt vanilla fours?"
Thena's smile turned soft and a little shy. He was elated, though--ever since their first date and their kiss, he had been excited to see how they would continue to progress their relationship.
"Here," he whispered, adjusting the platter he had brought with him. "I made you some homemade chicken soup, nothing too heavy. I boiled the chicken in the broth, like Hainanese chicken rice. I gave you a little side of rice if you wanna dip it in the broth, but don't force yourself. Some cucumbers, but they're not pickled because I don't think it's good for you if you're sick--I guess I don't really know."
Thena tilted her head at him, her hair rustling against one of the many pillows propping her up. She kept insisting she looked awful, but he thought she looked as beautiful as always. "Thank you."
He sighed a little, trying not to make it obvious that he was mourning a time when this would be natural for them. But he adjusted the little cilantro flower he included on her napkin, "in sickness and in health, right?"
Thena's expression changed, but she gave him one of those gorgeous smiles that used all her teeth and picked up her spoon, "I suppose you're right."
Gil looked around the room, standing to pick up the extra blanket she had picked off in her sleep, as well as some pajama changes. It was hard to tell how messy she could be at times based on the polished appearance of his wife, but he liked picking up after her (most of the time).
"Gil?"
He looked back at her as he folded up the blanket. She had her big sad kitten eyes on again. "What's up?"
"You're not going to sit with me?"
His face split into a grin, even if she seemed a little sheepish about it. He knew it wasn't something she would ask easily, and obviously she had kind of just let it slip. But he all but dropped the blanket and threw himself onto the bed again. "Of course I am."
Thena settled against the pillows again after he gave her knee a squeeze on his way to lying on his side to face her. "Did you eat?"
"I grazed while I was cooking," he excused easily. He'd had some rice and a few pieces of chicken, mostly concerned with getting the flavours right for Thena's weakened state.
Thena eyed him, nudging the dish of rice he had specifically described as optional, "I won't eat it all anyway."
That was true, she tended to eat less in terms of the starch of any dish. Gil chuckled, "okay."
Placated by him picking up the rice and using the chopsticks, she continued using the spoon to sip the broth. She was delicate about it. It reminded him of the first time they'd gotten ramen together--she'd held her hair back while taking delicate little bites the whole time. He'd found it unbearably cute while he'd guzzled his back in minutes. Of course he ordered another bowl so she wouldn't have to eat alone.
Thena's eyes watered a little, but he squinted. Was it just the general sickness, was it her fever coming back, was there too much ginger? She sniffled, putting the spoon down. "I know this taste."
Ah, his sweet wife. He put the rice down gently before reaching for her hand. "I make it for you every time you're sick. You know how to make it too."
"I do?" she asked, staring at him as if he'd suggested she knew rocket science. "Me?"
"Yes, you," he reached out to tap her nose, but she leaned away from him. "All you do is add the aromatics to the pot with the whole chicken, even you can do it."
"Hm," she remarked quietly, staring at the meal she couldn't believe she would be capable of replicating.
"I made it for you the first time you were sick when we were dating," he continued, picking up some cucumber for himself. "I surprised you with it, showed up at your doorstep--very romantic, y'know."
She gave him a look, definitely knowing that she - in the story - hadn't appreciated being ambushed.
"You told me I shouldn't have and that you looked awful, but I couldn't have been more in love with you," he sighed, fluttering his lashes at her. She rolled her eyes, but he could see her smiling just a tiny little bit. "I delivered this dish and we hung out a little. You told me I would get sick, I said I wouldn't, and you were totally right, I got sick the next day."
She tilted her head the other way and raised her eyebrows at him, unimpressed to say the least.
He shrugged though, still grinning. "But I didn't want to admit it, so I told you I was healthy as a horse and couldn't make our date that week because of a work emergency."
"Deceitful," she murmured, pursing her lips at it.
"Come on, just a harmless little lie, y'know," he pursed his lips right back at her, even hitting her with his own sad puppy eyes.
She looked back into the bowl and took a loud sip. He would take that as him being forgiven. "I remember you coming over."
"Really?" he sat up straighter.
She nodded, taking another, slower, quieter sip. "No one had ever done that for me before. I was so astounded. And the food was so good it made me want to cry."
"No crying," he whispered, keeping his eye on her now, watching for tears. Not that it wasn't a chef's dream to have people cry from their food, but this was different.
"Kari called me to ask how I was doing," she smiled more at the memory as it came to her. They were coming more often and at greater length. It was nothing if not encouraging. "I told her that this very sweet guy I was seeing brought me some homemade chicken rice. She practically slapped her phone in her hurry to tell me to 'lock it down'."
Gil made a face, stroking the hair on his chin, "she's wise."
Thena shook her head at him again, but he could tell she was falling for his charm all over again. "I suppose I followed her advice, didn't I?"
So much came to mind, but Gil leaned forward to kiss her forehead again, which continued to feel cooler to the touch, "I'm lucky you did."
Thena leaned into his affection. She had gotten more used to it as they continued to explore their relationship, and he really had the feeling that she was looking for more sometimes. He would save that for a time when she wasn't ill.
"You keep eating," he encouraged, moving the rice closer to her again in hopes of tempting her.
"But-"
"I'll get a bowl for myself and come right back," he promised, sealing it with a wink and everything. His wife gave him another look of feigned exasperation, but she was already waiting for his return, preciously clutching her rice to eat with him.
#Thenamesh Vow AU#yes I love writing sickfic#yes I am sick right now what's your point?#I'm so glad you're liking this au!!!!#please never stop asking for more of it#Gil excels at the in sickness and in health#obviously#but it's not just the big deals like brain seizures and hospital visits#it's also when she gets a common cold#Thena gets all grumpy and sour when she's sick#and Gil calls her his little umeboshi#he makes dishes that are gentle on the stomach but still nutritious#because the less time Thena spends being sick the better for both of them#Gil definitely thought it was really romantic of him that first time#meanwhile Thena is like fuck I look disgusting#meanwhile Kari is like dude this is like out of a romcom or something#Kari is out here like friends to lovers slowburn hurt/comfort 100k words#Thena: I don't know what that means
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Chapter 18…
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“But… you forgave me… and you wanna be my friend again…”
“Yeah, but you’re… different.”
Mike scrunches his nose. “I guess—I mean, I know I never bullied you… and I know we were never friends with Troy, and I know you said you missed me… but… I still hurt you... Why did you want to be my friend again?”
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while i am here i stayed up til 8am rereading icebreaker by a. l. graziadei yesterday for the first time since it came out & ive been offline because theres no fandom for it but i cant stop thinking abt mickey so ive been devouring any mindless book i can get my hands on. if u want a cute little YA romance abt sports & mental health it is probably up ur alley :) you :) read it :)
#first person to write a 100k post canon fic abt mickey and jaysen going long distance while mickey goes to the nhl and jaysen keeps#playing in college................. first person to do that we will kiss probably#i have read i think 5? 6? books in the last 48 hours#another thing abt icebreaker: the author knows the characters so well down to the way. they text like yeah mickey WOULD use the wrong your#i LOVE when authors include different types of texting styles its makes the characters so lifelike. i think jean uses the wrong your and#their all the time. aaron too.#dan wilds canonically using punctuation when shes angry bc she thinks it gives her more emphasis. i love you miss wilds#ok now i must go i have to. reread the icebreaker scene between mickey and his dad after that game. that one yeah#still talking in the tags. i remember when the bad icebreaker book came out & it was a few months after i read GOOD icebreaker for the firs#i was like wow haha im so glaad its getting this recognition!! wow!! what a cute book to blow up!!! and then it was not the same book
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okay youtube's recs are getting wild...
#the first thing really??#also 100k views damn#I mean none of this is secret and it /is/ easily accessible if you know what to look for#and you will inevitably come across them if you dabble in the fandom#ig what makes this feel kind of strange to me is that someone who just watches them and some compilations of them could get this recommende#idkidk it's nothing big#but it made me go huh
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trigun so easy to sift through people worth following the litmus test is just "what do they think of knives"
#knives my beautiful darling son#there are really people killing off nai with their whole chest.....#redemption arcs are fine.... i guess#i dont think he has done anything he needs to be redeemed for tho. IN MY OPINION#the atrocities dont matter to me. i get him#once you stop looking at trigun as good brother vs evil brother#and instead 2 characters who took the opposite extremes#neither of which is wholly good or bad#then its soooooooooooooooooo tasty#always on my bullshit that vash's morals dont always make him “good”#in the same way nai's goals dont always make him “bad”#trigun spoilers#the absolute poetry of vash and nai running away and nai having to beg the first humans he can find for help....#why even bother with a redemption arc.#he gave them apples.#one chapter of trigun says so much more beautifully and concisely than i could in 100k#sorry. im thinking about trigun again
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It sucks there aren't more JP>EN translators in the GG community because it feels like I'm just pulling shit out of my ass half the time but no one's ever written me a strongly worded letter about how one of my translations is entirely wrong so it must be at least slightly convincing shit haha...
#textpost#I've been studying Japanese off and on for something like 6 years now and I still feel like an utter beginner at it ngl#The more popular my translations get the more this kinda weighs on me to be honest#There's a certain level of quality I feel obligated to maintain and if I make a mistake a LOT of people will see it now#It's not like when I first started doing these where maybe ~30 people max would see them#Some of these have had tens of thousands of views. My Twitter page's gotten 100k views in one day after posting a translation before 😬#I think I might take a short break from translating after I post GGCA 06+07 and focus on studying more before starting 08#Chapter 08 is a really long one. It'll be easy to clean but there's a bunch of text in it#I still enjoy doing these and don't plan on stopping 100% btw. Can't stop when I haven't even gotten to the Denki Akiba chapter yet lol#But it wigs me out a little when I think too hard about all this haha#Need to become more reclusive.... Make it so you can only get my attention by hanging up bounty posters.... (JK JK JK JK)
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fun little experience from my tags in idiots play gta
put way too much effort into copying the background to not show it
try n guess which office its at<3
#sabito#kny sabito#makomo#foxsquad posting#fratboy sabito posting#neros art tag#this shit killed me. im still laughing at it#gta was so fun. i should play w my friend again#wonder if i can make a new account on the ps4 so i can get another first time playing bonus so i can buy an office instead of a fucking#bike club. dont start off buying a bike club its nigh fucking impossible to make money off it.#bunker nightclub or office get one of those. the missions you can do there get u money way faster#bike club you gotta buy the money making places- do missions to get them supplies- WAIT FOR THEM TO TURN IT INTO MONEY- and THEN you#have to successfully pull off sell missions and they dont even break 100k at max.#not fucking worth it. dont make my mistake#p sure you have to pay for the alcohol in the bike club too. fucking fun sponge. it has a bong tho#office has a bong plus every alcohol there is so its not even a competition. and the Green Drink#anyways from the 'list things that make u happy' asks this is why i love drawing#funny thing happen i can make it into blorbos<3
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Finals are nigh I am thinking about the Solomon a Gaenor fic again time is a circle
#honestly it's because when i was first thinking about it in december i made the most banger playlist for it#and i have been listening to that again as Comforting Background Music and hence thinking about it#i should write down the names of their five children in the doc before i actually forget them#i don't think i'm going to write it but it is a good excuse to push me to think about welsh and wales more often#and who knows. i think it would make a great messy soap opera 100k word unfinished fic on ye olde ao3#perce rambles#also on a different note i reread what i have of the stephen doing top surgery on hornblower fic and i'm upset at how good it is#why do they all sound in character why does it actually have a functional plot who wrote this#now i need to insert The Navy's Most Intense Game Of Piquet: Trans Feelings Edition™ and also several more scenes but aaaaaa#very very excited for when that sees the light of day (probably won't be for like another year lol. there's a reason why it's cohesive)#anyways here's your silly fic update. also doing the stephen/jack famous flower of serving men but that one's cooking slowly too. we'll see
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I have plans that i cannot share with you right now cause the haters will sabotage me, I HAVE plans that i cannot share with you right now cause the haters will sabotage me-
Once i pirate MW2 and the older games onto my PC you will be fed
#cod mw22#cod#ON GOD i will not be able to contain myself#art will come first and then fic so watch out for that around mid november(HOPEFULLY)#my brother had his eyes blown after i told him how much pirated shit i have on my computer its so funny#soapghost#simon ghost riley#soap mactavish#this bitch must be parked downtown atlanta !#they are unironically the cutest ship ive seen in a while#50k words to 100k is my estimate lmao#we'll see#if my fic doesnt make dudebros mald then what was the point?#ill make a utorrent tutorial if asked for other aspiring pirates
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Are you still writing fanfiction
I am actually! I'm entirely on Ao3 now and I've been crossposting between profiles for some healthy separation between this account and my other ones, but I do! Not everything I post online, (and I wrote a whole novel a while ago) but I've been dabbling around a bit since then. A bit of Umbrella Academy fic, some Baldur's Gate fic I've yet to finish (especially since I don't own the game...💀), and a House of the Dragon fanfic that's been rattling in my brain for a couple weeks now 👍👍👍
If you're asking in terms of fics that are up on my Sublimey profile, like Dragon Age or Naruto, both of those are sort of on a long indefinite pause. But I do have a backlog of 100K unposted Of Mice And Morons, and an entire ending summary for Project Hana that I put together for someone who recently asked me about it. Since I'm probably not returning to that one. You can read it here!
#if one person says they think i should post the forbidden cinna chapters I'll do it#i got like 80K into revising the first chapters before losing steam a few years back#and deciding i wanted to make the whole thing an original novel (where Cinna/Cailan was endgame.. haha...)#but i'll put it up if anyone wants to read it#the secret 100K is entirely unedited I will warn you
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Realized I have a picture of the Champions of Fun themselves. Shared here as a shitty screenshot because the original image file was too big for tumblr
#I love this race and the incredible variety of athletes it draws#from an inline speedskater in a lycra bodysuit to a lady who wins flooded 100k's outright to these guys#and I'm stoked to be producing it again this year even though it is sooooo much work that I am not paid for#(because I donate all the proceeds after production costs)#I have another job that pays me and I do this one because the payment is#that I get to throw a Sports Party for a group of 60 friends and strangers#many of whom are participating in their first-ever race :')#and they are all so joyful and so encouraging to each other that it makes me fall back in love with humanity
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