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tungtung-thanawat · 2 years

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what are the top 3 zeenunew moments that make you go feral? *chin hands*

Anon I ask you this seriously: don't you think it's homophobic to make me choose THREE moments - how??? I have shortened the criteria to just interviews/lives and not BTS/dates/DMD events for some peace of heart.

Zee asking New to be his boyfriend

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God bless Zee but he isn't particularly bright asdkjsfhksjdfh - this is terrible horrible fan service (because it only fuels obsessive behavior instead of the awww squeeee reaction hotspot). Technically, Zee should be too experienced to say something like this but the man runs on vibes and aesthetics and this was apparently the vibe in the moment (it really wasn't lmao).

This doesn't even serve to further their relationship in RL because New can't say yes, them being in an actual relationship is bad for business. New's soul just left his body, he's totally gobsmacked, his eyes have become tiny slits, the embodiment of screaming, crying, throwing up. He would tackle Zee to the ground if it were not for the laws of the land.

This bit has achieved absolutely nothing other than to drive me mad and I just *SCREAM*

Nunew vs Zee's hoe shirt

(I dont know why my gifs are going right to left like manga but i can't change it - full video X)

It's the way my man doesn't miss a beat. He sees Zee's chest exposed he must cover it, he can react to filters, answers questions, button a shirt without looking at it - a man of many talents, true multitasker that New Chawarin.

But it's really how this struggle just keeps going throughout the live. Refer back to my previous comment that Zee isn't very bright - HE NOTICES THE BUTTONED SHIRT AND GOES OFF SCREEN TO UNBUTTON IT - oh the pains of being in love with a beautiful idiot

A wholeass FIVE MINUTES LATER New notices the opened shirt again and he's not even looking at the screen anymore, hands zero in on the lapels like muscle memory. This is how you know that this is Not The First Time New's had to shield Zee's dumbass virtue

(Again right to left - i s2g these are not the same gifs it just looks that way cause my man IS DETERMINED)

I WISH this was scripted because then that would mean that DMD has a comedy genius on their retainer. No my good sirs, I feel like this can only be conceived by someone who is very tired, sleep deprived, is on the third interview of the day, has to remember to appear cute, read questions, talk to people, give sensible answers and UP TO HERE with how everyone wants to fuck their boyfriend.

New unable to button the shirt this time folds the shirt closed instead. Zee - THE FOOL - dislodges it open and New tries to button it YET AGAIN, fails YET AGAIN and then just decides to keep holding it closed with his hands and proceeds to just...do that until someone POINTS IT OUT CAUSE ITS SUCH A WEIRD FUCKING THING TO DO.

And the next bit is just best seen and heard - like everything about this is just *chefs kiss*. Zee's 'what are you doing?' New doesn't bother to stop, doesn't bother to answer. The super soft and suspicious 'did you unbutton it?' Zee going totally off screen in response. New's 'meeeeeeh okaay' in the very unsubtle you're in so much trouble tone, Zee's NONSENSE justification. New telling him to just take it off with the most annoyed expression I've ever seen on him. A wholeass THIRD GUY coming in support of Zee's exposed chest. POETIC CINEMA. It haunts me in my sleep. My favorite part though? This was sometime late 21st April in Thailand so New was defending Zee's innocence the same time that I was defending my thesis. Very similar stakes I think. I feel very close to him in this moment.

Zee (and the DMD team) showing New the ropes in SosatSeoulSay in particular this one. I think Seoul interviews are particularly good at showing how all the boys are supporting each other. She's quite shippy and direct so she throws New off quite a bit and he's often stumped for answers even in the newer ones.

But oh this one from months ago really highlights how Zee did so much of the heavy lifting early on to sail their ship since New would be totally paralyzed from embarassment at times. I linked the whole bit including Pure thirdwheeling and being A Whole Mood ready to film them with her phone

But idk just Zee guiding New through the interview, helping him through the shippy bits. He strikes a good balance of reeling it in like closing his eyes to help New through the moment but also embarrassing him when the opportunity rises because New's entire charm is around his innocence and awkwardness.

Look at this giant himbo looking so proud at making New feel shy. This interview is number 1 because this really sealed the deal for me. I am a hoe for when actors are focused on each other's professional development. Seeing Zee constantly adapt to NuNew, to be a good partner to NuNew agh it really pushed me off the deep end.

#zeenunew #zee pruk #new chawarin #liankuea #cutie pie the series #nani answers

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aalissy · 3 years

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Ghibli AU

Day 2 is donee!! I will admit it’s shorter and less shippy then usual bc my Ghibli knowledge is fairly lacking xP. I’ve only seen Ponyo and Spirited Away so plzz forgive me haha!! Anywho, lemme know what you think <3

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Marinette was very excited. Her parents had finally decided that they would all take a trip to the beach. She had brought all of her favorite toys with her as her parents set up a place near the ocean shore. Giving them quick kisses, she grabbed her toys and ran down to the water’s edge, giggling madly. The hot sand stung her feet and she winced as she hopped from place to place. When the water lapped at her toes, she sighed happily. Closing her eyes, she listened to the waves gently crashing against the shore.

When Marinette finished cooling off, she plopped down with her bucket and began to dig up sand. Humming lightly to herself, she set to work building a sandcastle. When she was halfway through it, however, she stopped, feeling something bump against her leg lightly. Blinking down at it, she saw what seemed to be a small, black catfish inside of a glass bottle. It wasn’t squirming around but it also looked completely and utterly stuck.

Frowning, she picked up the bottle and tried to help it out. The poor thing didn’t deserve to be trapped forever. Nothing she did seemed to be working, however, and she pouted at the bottle in her hands. “Now, just how am I going to get you out of here?”

Looking around, Marinette tried searching for anything that she could use to help the poor fish. Before she could find anything, though, the ocean that had once seemed calm with only a few gentle waves, suddenly seemed to groan. The wind picked up with a loud roar and her hair whipped across her face. With a quiet shriek, she ran as far as she could away from the swirling waves, hopping onto some rocks far above it.

Once Marinette was certain that she was safely on dry land, she turned back to look at the water. The large wave crashed almost directly onto her feet and she blinked in shock as it splashed onto her. With a frown, she muttered, “Well, that was weird. Usually, the water doesn’t come up this high.”

Giving the ocean one last suspicious glance, she turned back to the catfish she managed to keep a hold of, completely forgetting about the toys she had left that were gently floating away. Pursing her lips, she tapped her chin as she searched for an item to help her once again. Marinette brightened once she spotted a large rock. Carefully, she broke the glass bottle, beaming in pride as she finally managed to save the small catfish. As quick as the happiness started, though, she bit her lip in concern. The fish wasn’t moving and it certainly didn’t seem to be gasping for breath. With a quiet sigh, she whispered, “Oh, you poor, poor thing. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Plucking some of the glass off of its chest, Marinette winced and hissed in pain once she realized that she had cut one of her fingers. About to rub the open wound on her shirt, she almost dropped the catfish in her hands in shock as it licked her finger. Gasping, she murmured, “Oh, you are alive!”

Quickly hopping further up the shore, she missed the rather large wave that once again came crashing down near her, threatening to swallow her into its murky depths. Racing towards one of the showers, Marinette also didn’t notice the blonde man glaring after her. As the wind picked up in intensity, she also missed his shout towards the waves, “That human has my son!”

Ignoring her burning feet, Marinette eventually made it to one of the public showers. Picking up one of the buckets nearby, she quickly filled it with water before placing the little fish inside. She breathed out a sigh of relief as it swam around, giggling as it shot a spray of water directly onto her face. Wiping it off, she then stared down at the little fish with a fond smile. Its whiskers wiggled as it seemed to look back at her. Stroking it lightly, Marinette murmured, “I’m glad I found you, little guy. I wouldn’t have wanted you to stay in that bottle forever.”

The creature seemed to almost purr, nuzzling into her hand. Her mouth fell open in shock before she giggled. She had never seen such a cute little fish before. It was almost like he seemed to understand her too. Tapping her chin, she murmured, “You know, I think I’ll call you Chat Noir. You act just like a little kitty.”

“Marinette! What are you doing all the way up there?” Quickly, she turned around to see her parents waving and shouting up at her.

Grimacing, she carefully picked up the little bucket and waddled her way over to them carefully. “Sorry, maman! Sorry, papa! I’m coming! I had to save a little friend!” Giving one last glance down at her little fish who seemed to be almost smiling up at her, she couldn’t wait to show him off to everyone. She just knew that they were going to be the best of friends!

#marichatmay2021 #marichatmay #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ponyo au #ghibli au #marichat #ml #mlb #fic #fanfic

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opmsecretsanta · 5 years

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OPM Prompts 2019

Edit: Prompts are now CLOSED! We have 36 prompts listed below, but you can also view and claim them HERE on AO3

Last day to submit your fills is Jan 31st

If you post on tumblr, please use #OPMSS2019 so your post can be found, and the corresponding prompt tag below (example: #OPMSS Prompt 001) if you want your work searchable.

(List below the cut)

Prompt 001

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 001 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Mini-Bots Tags: Christmas, Fluff Prompt: It’s the minibots’ first Christmas! Saitama and Genos try to make it a fun time for them.

Prompt 002

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 002 Rating: Any Pairing: None or Any combo Characters: Genos, Metal Bat, Garou Tags: Christmas Prompt: Three terrible teens and their shenanigans! Honestly, I’ll love any setting, but something related to winter/the holidays could be fun. Out of these three, it might be Metal Bat who’s the closest to having any sort of proper and/or happy memories of this time of year - maybe he’s trying to help the other two to have a good time as well? Or perhaps they do a gift exchange, a stupid dare, dress up and visit kids in the hospital... the stage is yours! (Feel free to see them as just friends or dating in any combination you like - I like it all!)

Prompt 003

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 003 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Dr. Kuseno Tags: Family Prompt: Dr. Kuseno invites Genos and Saitama to celebrate the holidays with him and - drumroll - his family, which Saitama had no idea even existed. Who do they meet and how does it go? Do they like Saitama or are they suspicious of him? Can Genos behave himself for a whole weekend? Are there gifts exchanged and how does that go? I’d love to hear what you come up with!

Prompt 004

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 004 Rating: Any/Explicit Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Topping from the Bottom, Rough Sex, Praise Kink Prompt: Tabloids tried to pick her apart all the time for being with the hottest of the S-class heroes. They called her bland and bald, they claimed she was too built, they accused her of using blackmail to trick Genos into dating her. Oh fucking well. They could write anything they wanted, and it still wouldn't hit home. Nothing they said could change the fact that her blindingly gorgeous boyfriend railed her to the moon and back almost every night. Sometimes, in fact, he did it just to spite them.

Prompt 005

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 005 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Parenthood, Mistletoe Prompt: Saitama and Genos in ugly matching sweaters smooching under the mistletoe...and then smooching the baby nestled into Genos' arms right after.Baby also has an equally ugly, matching sweater.

Prompt 006

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 006 Rating: Any Pairing: Sonic/Zombieman Characters: Sonic, Zombieman Tags: Bondage, Dirty Talk Prompt: "You're a lot more feisty than Flash, huh?" "You call me 'feisty' again and I'll chop your dick off." "Good luck with that. It'll just grow back."

Prompt 007

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 007 Rating: Gen Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fluff Prompt: It's cold! Better stay as close as humanly possible to your cyborg roommate. Right, Saitama? This is a request for wintertime saigenos cuddles :D

Prompt 008

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 008 Rating: Teen Pairing: None or Saitama/Genos Characters: Saitama, Genos Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Prompt: More Villlain!AU stuff! It can be something based off of someone's existing AU, or you can do your own thing! It can be shippy or gen, anything goes as long as it's the bois as villains :O

Prompt 009

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 009 Rating: Gen Pairing: None Characters: Sonic, Saitama, Genos Tags: Humor, Fluff Prompt:"SAITAMA! Mark this day, for it is the day I finally-" "Hey. I already have. Merry Christmas, Panic!" "...What?" "You didn't know today is Christmas?" "I..." "That's so sad!" "It doesn't matter! Today is the day I beat you, Saitama!" "Oh, cool. Come on in! We didn't expect another guest but there's enough food, I guess."(Sonic accidentally ends up celebrating Christmas with Saitama and Genos)

Prompt 010

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 010 Rating: Mature Pairing: None or Optional Characters: Genos Tags: Blood and gore, Inspired by Frankenstein Prompt: In a goth / fantasy / horror setting: Genos is not mechanical. He is a collection of various body parts, gathered from different creatures, obtaining their strength. All that's left of him is his pretty face. Art or writing appreciated. It can be gore if you like, or not. Shipping is optional.

Prompt 011

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 011 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fluff Prompt: Any fluff with Saitama/Genos. The violence is optional but acceptable.

Prompt 012

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 012 Rating: Any Pairing: Garou/Mumen Rider Characters: Garou, Mumen Rider Tags: Fluff Prompt: Any fluff with Mumen/Garou. The violence is optional but acceptable.

Prompt 013

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 013 Rating: Any Pairing: Metal Bat/Reader Characters: Metal Bat, Reader, Zenko Tags: Tooth-rotting Fluff, Bad Cooking, Christmas Kisses Prompt: Metal Bat and his s/o are just enjoying some time off to themselves, and decided to make some holiday food, (dinner and dessert) for Zenko, as a surprise! However, it ends with the smoke alarm going off, a mess to clean up in the kitchen, and Metal Bat, his s/o, and his sister all getting takeout for dinner, and sharing a quart of ice cream. (There were no drop-down menus, at least, not on my prompt submission. All I'm asking for is some good family fluff, and a kiss or two please!)

Prompt 014

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 014 Rating: Any Pairing: Garou/Metal Bat or Optional Characters: Garou, Metal Bat Tags: First Meetings, Internal Conflict, Secret Identity Prompt: Garou and Metal Bat meet for the first time in different circumstances and both of them don't realize who the other is (or one of them doesn't realize who the other is, your choice!), and (not so) surprisingly, they end up getting along. Fastforward to when they meet in canon and realize that the guy they met the other day and had a pleasant/fun/interesting encounter with was, in fact, their enemy-by-opposing-moral-standards. Shipping, graphic violence and higher ratings are appreciated but not a must!

Prompt 015

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 015 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Dr. Kuseno Tags: Character Study, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort Prompt: Before Saitama came to Genos' life, their world was confined to only the two of them; doctor and cyborg against the evil deeds of the world. One could only assume, a young and charming man like Genos would eventually find a partner and settle for a normal life, as it was meant to be. And it was not like he wished that Genos wouldn't find his place in the world and peace in his mind (God knew the boy had suffered far too much for such a young age), but as the years passed and the memory of his loss became ever more distant and Genos only seemed to care about their shared goal, the sense of familiarity and past parenthood settled tighter and tighter in Kuseno's heart, until he eventually forgot that kids grow and a metal body wouldn't stop that. And then Saitama came to Genos' life. (The summary sounds a little dark, but it's mostly a 'how does Kuseno react to Saitama entering their two-man world as he grows closer to Genos" kind of character exploration, make it as fluffy or as angsty as it feels right for you!)

Prompt 016

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 016 Rating: Teen Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings Prompt: As Saitama and Genos have friends over more frequently over the holiday season, their friends start to notice the affection discrepancies between Genos and Saitama. The heroes attempt to discern how much Saitama actually cares for Genos and are torn between bringing them together or helping Genos move on. (Basically, a bunch Team Genos characters meddling.)

Prompt 017

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 017 Rating: Mature Pairing: Fubuki/Psykos Characters: Fubuki, Psykos, Blizzard Group, Lily, Tatsumaki Tags: Angst, Conflict Resolution, Emotional Manipulation, First Kiss, Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Obsessive Behavior, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Smut Prompt: When it comes to these two, the angst potential is astronomical. Anything during or post-canon would be awesome, with some resolution of their very messy split, or Fubuki trying to bring back the girl she once knew. Psykos not recognizing Fubuki, and then slowly regaining a few scraps of memory and then becoming obsessively preoccupied with her would be. amazing. absolutely stellar. Fubuki seeing some small reminder of her old friend at the most innocuous moments, and her struggling with the guilt of what she had to do/Psykos's current state would also be aces. Other than that, I just think these two have a fascinating dynamic past hero/villain because of their shared history. Smut would be great (maybe guilty pleasure hook-ups that they both promise themselves won't happen again) but is by no means a must. Emotional intimacy is definitely the priority here.

Prompt 018

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 018 Rating: Mature Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Fubuki, King, Mumen Rider Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Bottom Saitama, Courtship, Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Genos is a Little Shit, Hero Saitama, Jealous Genos, Trans Saitama, Villain Genos Prompt: Villain!Genos/Hero!Saitama is my reason for living. An AU where Genos sees the corruption of the HA and goes AWOL? A random encounter where Saitama saves Mumen, who in turn is the one who tells him about the Hero Organization? Genos developing a crush at first sight and being just as single-minded and stubborn about dating him as he was about apprenticing under him? Genos taking copious notes so that he slowly develops the perfect, sure-fire way to seduce Saitama completely? You can do no wrong here. Explicit themes are welcome, but emotional intimacy is a MUST, otherwise, I'm fine without. Sprinkles of some of the other tags would absolutely guarantee you my firstborn. If not that, I'm willing to negotiate.

Prompt 019

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 019 Rating: Any Pairing: Garou/Mumen Rider Characters: Garou, Mumen, Genos, Metal Bat Tags: Action/Adventure, Developing Friendships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Stupidity Prompt: Garou, Genos and Metal Bat: These three are my OPM BROTP. They're all such extra, total hotheads, and they really need more scenes together.A scenario where the three of them have to work together would be awesome, and while before this they all thought the other two as nothing more than annoying, a friendship forms. They're all around the same age, and their different life experiences play well against one another, with MB being the one with the most 'normal' life experience.Bonus (very, very optional): +Genos and Garou dote on Zenko ++background Mumen/Garou and Genos/Saitama, with Genos and Garou getting to vent about their miserable futures, doomed to pine forever for these perfect, too-good-for-this-world men +++details of homeless Garou's day to day, and, once his friends find out, he starts bouncing from place to place, crashing where-ever is nearest once he caves in and admits to himself he misses having a bed and some sense of security ++++conversation between Saitama and Garou, fluffy and sincere, with Saitama giving him advice on how to quit burning every bridge before it's even halfway built +++++Just. the dumbest shit you can think of. The consequences of these three out together, the world at their mercy, they're all smart separately but the second they come together brain cells aren't even in the picture, they really just become three dumb teenage boys who do dumb shit when they're bored ++++++Saitama and Mumens reactions to the above shenanigans +++++++Found Family (...this got really long, lol, sorry)

Prompt 020

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 020 Rating: Gen Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Prompt: It’s Christmas, and Genos remembers his family.

Prompt 021

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 021 Rating: Any Pairing: None Characters: Amai Mask, Child Emperor Tags: Crossover (Death Note), Reincarnation Prompt: When Amai Mask (formerly Light Yamigami) first met the prospective S-class hero he was looking at a wall of monitors with a pile of lollipop wrappers beside him.

Prompt 022

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 022 Rating: Any Pairing: Saitama/Everyone, Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Zombieman, Sonic, King Tags: Strength Kink Prompt: Genos discovers he has a strength kink... unfortunately he’s not the only one.

Prompt 023

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 023 Rating: Any Pairing: None Characters: Saitama, Sonic, King, Genos, Puri Puri Prisoner Tags: Social Media Prompt: Saitama accidentally gets caught on camera shirtless and the internet thirsts.

Prompt 024

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 024 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos & Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Tags: Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Grooming Prompt: The constant onslaught of monsters has brought an end to civilisation. Saitama and Genos still have each other.Hurt/comfort, grooming, postapocalyptic scenery ❤Art or writing welcome!A few ideas to be more specific: -Genos teaching Saitama how to repair him -Genos keeping Saitama warm -Christmas with random stuff recycled into decoration -Snacking in an abandoned supermarket -Making out inbetween ruins

Prompt 025

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 025 Rating: Teen Pairing: King/Tatsumaki Characters: King, Tatsumaki Tags: Fluff, First Dates, Pre-Relationship Prompt: Normally, Tatsumaki had no reason to go out anywhere with anyone, let alone with King. But then she heard the words 'Christmas Fair'.(Writing and art both fine~ Anything where they get to the fair right as it's starting to get dark and the lights all come on at once is even more fine ^^ ///)

Prompt 026

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 026 Rating: Mature Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, King Tags: Fluff and Angst, Tenderness, Stupidity, Dorks in Love Prompt: Saitama and Genos start dating (how is up to you!) which prompts both of them into trying to be the best boyfriend they can be, with disastrous consequences. Saitama tries to fit the "sexy attentive partner" model, instead of being the normal dude he is, and goes through the standard “I bought you flowers, got your favorite foods because you're my boyfriend instead of because I wanted to, offered myself any time you want, etc." and gets really uncomfortable, but not saying anything since Genos is into it, and he's a lot more caring than he gives himself credit for. Meanwhile Genos goes overboard as usual, doing a ton of stereotypically romantic things and recording Saitama's reactions to different combinations, trying to test for "romantic effectiveness," while just getting a hug makes him freeze up because he's so touch-starved. This continues for a while with neither of them outright saying anything, until it either hilariously or sadly implodes around Christmas, and they slow the fuck down and just hold hands. Ending is also up to you but do have a happy one! Sex is nice but not necessary, whatever works best for the plot, and fluff is always always appreciated! Any side characters or ships will also work, but it would be hilarious to fit in King giving horrible advice somewhere.

Prompt 027

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 027 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Confessions Prompt: First kiss is my weakness! Maybe the boys get caught under the mistletoe or Fubuki throws a Christmas party and things happen?! HMMMM... I have no preference for either SaiGenos or Genosai both are good! But bonus points for a pining Saitama because I am weak...

Prompt 028

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 028 Rating: Gen Pairing: None Characters: Rover Tags: Fanart, Fanfiction, Hugs Prompt: Rover needs some love! He can be huge or appropriately dog-sized, but I'd love to see him getting a hug from one of these people (and be a little overwhelmed or smothered): - Genos - Fubuki - King (a very cautious hug I'm sure) - Dr. Kuseno - Psykos No actually, I'll stop here because essentially it can be anyone. Squish that fluffy doggo. Feel free to pick your favorite and try to think up a hug that fits their character! I love that (this is mostly a fanart prompt but a cute/funny drabble of this situation is also VERY welcome)

Prompt 029

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 029 Rating: Teen Pairing: None Characters: Genos Tags: Fanart, Portraits Prompt: A Portrait/Bust of Genos (because we'll never have enough of those) I'd love to see your take on one of the following: - Evening wear Genos, maybe visiting a masquerade ball organized by the HA. Wearing sleek, special arms for this occasion, with elegant engravings, gold or silver inlays (or whatever you think looks good. I wanna see some beautiful non-battle arms) - insects crawling out and into Genos' machinery. He's got a bug problem in canon indeed. A centipede slithering out of his chest vents over to his neck? Cockroaches spilling out of his mouth? Mosquitos covering his eyes? Go wild! Would love to see a coloured version - milky white Genos. White hair, pale skin, soft sleek arms that are opalescent. They should be the focus of the image. Maybe naked, maybe some flowing fabric surrounding him. Quite tricky this one, maybe only for someone who wants a challenge

Prompt 030

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 030 Rating: Any Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fanart, Fanfiction, Camping, Getting Together, Fluff, First Time Prompt: Either dynamic (G/S or S/G) is fine! For a mission, Genos and Saitama nees to track down the lair of a monster. They leave the city for a multiple day camping trip. They're not exactly in a hurry, talk about personal things, grow closer. It feels different to sleep next to Genos in a tent than at home, and it's very cold and he's very warm so it's tempting to creep closer bit by bit. They mostly cross vast fields of tall grass, with fireflies illuminating the night. Sometimes they take a break at their improvised camp fire. It's easiest to talk about feelings when they can barely see the face of the one they're talking to.- - -This might read as a fic prompt but I'm very happy about fanart as well! Tall, serene grass fields by night, fireflies or campfires, cozy tent atmosphere, just to name a few things I'd love to see! If you'd rather have an idea for writing that's amazing! First times are absolutely lovely in this scenario, too!

Prompt 031

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 031 Rating: Explicit Pairing: None or Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Fanart, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Gore, Smut Prompt: Oil tears • heat • one villain • a hero suit, half undressed • robot gore • worship • kiss Choose two or more, interprete them as you like into an artwork. S / G or vice versa, or either character alone, nsfw is optional.🖤

Prompt 032

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 032 Rating: Gen Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama, Dr. Kuseno, Fubuki, Tatsumaki Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe, Fairy Tale Elements Prompt: [Medieval AU] Saitama stumbles upon a small stone cottage in the thick of the woods.

Prompt 033

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 033 Rating: Gen Pairing: Saitama/Fubuki, Saitama/Genos/Fubuki, Genos & Fubuki Characters: Saitama, Genos, Fubuki Tags: Angst, Comfort, Fluff Prompt: SAIBUKI Prompt Their dating life has gone as good as it can get. It’s different for Fubuki being with a guy that’s so simple as Saitama, but she picks up to the routine and is enjoying herself for the most part. Now if only his disciple could do the same for her. Genos gives Fubuki a hard time what with dating his Sensei. After countless of times bringing up the issue to Saitama and it going dismissed, Fubuki confronts Genos herself in an attempt to try and have a heart to heart with the Cyborg.

Prompt 034

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 034 Rating: Any Pairing: Garou/Mumen Rider Characters: Garou, Mumen Rider Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Confessions, 5+1 Things, Getting to Know Each Other Prompt: Mumen sees a half-starved Garou staring into the window of a restaurant, and buys him a meal. His mother always warned him never to feed strays, but when it comes to Garou, he can't help it. Over a few shared meals, they grow close...Take your pick of the tags, fic or art are both good! Bonus points for making it festive.

Prompt 035

Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 035 Rating: Mature Pairing: Genos/Saitama Characters: Genos, Saitama Tags: Costumes, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Smut Prompt: After wrecking one too many pairs of designer jeans, Genos decides to follow in his sensei's footsteps and find a hero costume. Saitama gives his opinions, and whilst there are some that don't do Genos any favours, others look too damn good to be seen by the general public.Smut optional; up to you whether or not Genos decides upon a costume ;)

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Tag: #OPMSS Prompt 036 Rating: Teen Pairing: King/Tatsumaki Characters: King, Tatsumaki Tags: Fluff, Friendship/Love Prompt: Tatsu is having a terrible day when she finds an unlikely ally (King). Everything is a little bit better with someone on your side. Can be friendship or the start of something more.

#opmss2019 #opm secret santa

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Seventy-Seven: Under Control ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hanabi, Uchiha Itachi, Hyūga Hiashi, Uchiha Fugaku ] [ SasuHina, blood, death, vulgarity ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

The raids have been happening for decades.

Anyone of el’ven blood is at risk. While most have gone into hiding after the collapse of the elemental council, some don’t...or can’t. Their el’kor cousins - those without the blessings of the elements incarnate - far outnumber them. While many find obscure lands in which to hide and eek out a feral living...not everyone can follow in their footsteps.

Hinata’s family had been living in a coastal city. Her father, employed by an el’kor fisherman, worked under the radar: his secret for his skills. Few other ships could manage the catches of their vessel with a mage of water aboard. And while some grew suspicious, they kept hidden for a number of years.

The sisters’ mother, Hanako, kept them closely guarded at home: not the beautiful manor they’d had before the Rift, but a step above squatting in a shack. Hinata and Hanabi were content most days - both were far too young to remember the time before the fall. This was all they had even known.

This went on for years...until the guard caught them.

Dragged back to his home, Hiashi was forced to his knees, blade at his throat as the squadron of soldiers confronted the family.

But it wasn’t just soldiers that came. Among them were beady-eyed, callous-handed men who stank of filth and spirits.

...slavers.

Too desperate for her husband’s life, Hanako did not fight. And her daughters, young and untrained, were easy pickings.

“Hm…” Taking the woman’s hair in his fingers, the obvious leader ignored her shiver of disgust. “She’ll fetch a fair price at a brothel. Get her bound and take her to the docks.”

“No, please - my daughters, I -!”

“They’re no longer your concern,” he cut in, lip lifted in a sneer. “They’re a bit young, yet...and if they’re aqua mages, they’ll have their uses...we’ll take them inland, sell them to someone who needs their ven.”

Two of them then moved to grab the girls. Both took to kicking and screaming, desperate to get away. “Mama! Mamaaa!”

“Quit your yappin’!” the ringleader barked, taking Hinata’s wrist in a painful grip. “Little bloodbinding’ll get you under control…!”

Teary-eyed with fear, Hinata couldn’t suppress a scream as a knife cut into her palm. Dipping a pricked finger into the blood, he drew a strange symbol on her inner forearm.

It burned like hot iron, glowing a bright white, then fading to black...then to nothing.

“There now…” Giving a cruel grin, he spat, “Sit!”

Like her legs were cut out from under her, Hinata sank to the floor with a painful thump.

“Good, good...now, the younger brat.”

Hanabi’s shrill shrieks of pain and terror soon followed, both girls branded with their own blood. Huddled together, they watched, shaking as they moved to Hiashi. His head was bowed, heavy with the weight of his family’s fate.

“Now...you were making your employer a sound profit with that ven a’yours,” the slaver muttered. “I reckon someone else’ll pay handsomely to have you. Make back what we gave that bastard to sell you out, eh…?”

Looking up with icy eyes, Hiashi had no retort.

“Bind him.”

Bringing the blade from his neck to his arm, another slaver made to cut Hiashi’s flesh. But that left his captor vulnerable for just a moment. With a roar, the patriarch summoned a wave from the nearby harbor with all the strength he had in him. It crashed against the dingy seaside home, bursting through windows and crumbling parts of the wall.

Though both daughters screamed, it did not reach them.

Struggling to control the element, Hiashi made to drown his foes...but they were many. Though swept aside, a few guards behind him through the doorway made to regain their footing.

One was wielding a pike.

With its longer reach, he struck the steel through Hiashi’s back.

Giving a cry of agony, his hold on the water was lost, seeping back to the ground and slithering to the sea. Around him, several of the slavers were already drowned...but the leader remained, sputtering and hacking.

“That whoreson…!” he retched, shaking water from his form as Hiashi struggled to cling to life on the floor. Giving the el’ven a furious kick to the ribs, he spat on his body. “Just cost me my profit, you bastard! You’d best hope your daughters fetch me some shiny gold pieces, or they’ll repay me in other ways…!”

Choking through blood, Hiashi stared past the slaver’s legs to his daughters huddled in the corner. Unable to speak, his apology went unuttered, shown only in the regret in his eyes.

Shivering and sobbing, they watched as the life left him.

“Get them in t’fucking cart! We’ve wasted enough time.” Stepping over Hiashi’s corpse, he made to leave, his remaining man hauling a girl up under each arm.

That was a week past.

Sitting in the rear of the cart with several other el’ven children, Hinata holds Hanabi to her side, gaze distant and unseeing. They’ll soon reach the city where they’re to be sold. All she can hope for now is that they’re bought together: a matching set. If she loses her sister…

Hanabi dozes fitfully, twitching and whimpering. Sparing a hand to pet at her hair, Hinata has little else to offer against the nightmares. Even now the visions of their mother being hauled away, and their father’s murder are fresh in her mind.

She doubts they’ll ever fade.

But before she can ponder anything else, there’s a desperate whinny from the horses. The cart jostles, stirring the children from their collective stupors. Shouts break out...and Hinata can smell smoke.

“Nata, what do we do?!” Hanabi cries, clinging to her sister.

“Just...h-hold on!” Holding her close, she moves to the back of the wagon with the others. Abandoning the moving matchbox, they get a full view of the scene.

Fires scatter over the roads, other carts in the caravan ablaze. The slavers wield bows and blades, attempting to fight off people in the trees that line the road. Fiery arrows are shot with deadly accuracy: hitting both human and wooden targets.

Then several people come from the trees, wearing masks and clothed in cloaks. Fire bends to their will, and Hinata can’t help a gasp

Those are igni mages…!

The children huddle together, joined by others from the remaining carts. While the ambush plays out, several figures move toward them: the same masked, cloaked people. Two women gesture for calm. “Don’t worry! We’re here to get you out! Stay still and quiet, little ones - you’ll soon be free!”

Holding her little sister tightly, Hinata can only watch as the fighting slowly comes to a stop. Bodies litter the road, great black plumes of smoke rising from the carts, horses scattering as they’re cut loose.

“Sasuke?!”

Among the children, one boy cries out. “Brother!”

Another el’ven, barely older than the eldest among them, races forward to meet one of the children. Alongside him, one of the women kneels to embrace them both. She must be their mother.

Others then gather, removing their masks to reveal faces set with red eyes. “Keep calm, children,” a square-jawed man rumbles. “We will gather the bodies, and use the blood to undo your seals. Patience.” He then joins the reunion, and Hinata can’t help but guess: they must be the leaders of this band of rebels...here to free one of their own that was taken.

If not for him...they surely the rest would…?

Identifying their sealers, the children are, one by one, released from their blood bonds. Cries of relief fill the air as Hinata and Hanabi join those unbound.

“We will do our best to find ways to get you back to your families,” the leader, called Fugaku, announces. “Those who have none to return to...we will find you new homes.”

“Please, sir,” Hinata inquires in a hoarse whisper. “Our f-father, he was...he was killed! And our mother was taken, I k-know not where!”

“Stay calm, little one. We’ll do what we can. But for now, we’ll all retreat to our camp. You all need food, and water...and rest.”

Nearby, the one called Sasuke sits closely with his brother, clinging to him as Hanabi clings to Hinata. Noting the parallel, she hesitantly approaches. “Are...are you all right?”

He gives a weary nod. “...I knew they’d come for me…I knew they would…”

Looking to his brother softly, the older then lifts his ruby gaze to Hinata. “...you are disciples of Auquiana, are you not?”

“Y...yes.”

“Then surely you came from the coast...there are few of your kind here.”

“We have to find our mama!” Hanabi cuts in, earning a sympathetic glance.

“...we’ll try to help you find her. But first, we must organize. We did not expect so many other children to have been captured…”

“So...we’ll stay with you…?” Hinata dares to ask.

“For a time. Our resources are limited - we hide here, in these woods. We must be careful. But our scouts will try to return those we can home. Anyone else...we will find new homes for.”

“But our mother -?”

“May be difficult to find. Our kinds are trafficked all over the lands,” Itachi cuts in firmly, but gently. “...we will do our best. For now...you should rest. The next few days will be trying. Stick close to us. We’ll keep you safe.”

Doing her best not to cry, Hinata settles down beside them, holding her sister tightly. They’ve escaped one tragedy...but can they escape the rest?

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Welp, this...isn't really what I wanted this to be, but I'm honestly exhausted @~@ I had a really...not great day, and writing just isn't really happening well today. But I tried. So in another era of my original fantasy verse...this happens. The elves are forced into hiding, and many are captured by humans and forced into slavery of various forms. The era I've written up until now with this challenge is a long time after this - decades and decades, when things are again beginning to change. I've wanted to do some pieces with this particular setting. I just...didn't get to do the best job of it this time around OTL Sorry, guys. Anyway, it's not exactly...shippy, but I might be able to do more another time to get more into that. I try not to let these get too long, and I'm too tired to do so tonight anyway. But either way, I hope you enjoyed it - thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga hanabi #uchiha itachi #hyūga hiashi #uchiha fugaku #blood //#death //#vulgarity //#divine light [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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pftones3482 · 6 years

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Gifted, Part 2

I decided to do the rest. Why not?

Lance Keith Hunk Pidge

Under a cut for length. TW for mentions of drowning and death. Not meant to be shippy, but if you want to tag it that way knock yourself out.

For reference: after the last fic, Keith has come back to the team permanently and the paladins are back to their og lions. Helps to read the Lance one first, but not necessary.

When Allura asked Keith and Pidge to go to an ice planet to rescue a bunch of stranded refugees that had been caught in the misfire of a Galra ship, Keith was baffled.

“Why not Lance? I feel like we should be switching the planets we go to.”

Allura hesitated, glancing back to where Lance and Hunk were gearing up for a similar rescue mission, but on a desert planet. “Ever since Lance obtained his full connection with Blue, he’s had trouble controlling when he moves water and how much he moves it. I’m-”

“Afraid that he’ll accidentally do something to the ice that could hurt the refugees,” Keith finished, nodding slowly. His shoulders slumped and he looked back over his shoulder. “And then he’d feel awful about it, even if it wasn’t really his fault.”

“Yes. The red lion is attuned to heat, so not only will she keep you and Pidge comfortable in the temperatures, but she will be able withstand the cold. And because it is so cold, she will not be able to heat up enough to cause structural damage to the core of the planet.”

Pidge, suiting up next to them, peeked up from under her bangs. “Green wouldn’t be able to keep her temperature warm enough. It’s like plants in the winter – she’d shut down totally.”

“Precisely,” Allura agreed.

Keith worried at his lower lip. “But what about-?”

“I’ll look after Shiro, Keith. I know he’s still not up to his full strength,” Allura said, her eyes clouding with worry. She settled a hand on his shoulder. “But the red lion has taken you back, as has Blue with Lance, so I cannot go on this mission, no matter how much it pains me to say it.”

Keith winced at the look on her face and reached up, squeezing her hand in his own. “I’m sorry. I know how much you liked piloting.”

Allura gave him a wry smile. “Yes, well…the castle will do. And Lance has promised that I can fly Blue at any time I want, so it is…manageable. Now go. Those refugees need you both. I must go brief Hunk and Lance.”

She sent Keith and Pidge running for the red lion, who Keith had only flown once since the switch back had happened. He waited until Pidge was comfortable and sturdy behind him to strap down and reach for the controls.

Red reacted the same way she always had when Keith had flown her; an internal combination of a growl and a purr, the revving of her engines, and a kick start that made Keith’s stomach twist in the most pleasant way possible. Her aura was happy today, almost calm, though the urgency of their mission was still in the forefront of her feelings.

“Allura is worm-holing us through now,” Pidge declared, glancing up from her computer and pointing ahead. Sure enough, a swirling portal opened in the sky. “I just have to send her coordinates when we’re ready to be picked up and she and Coran will come get us and the refugees.”

“Good luck!” came Hunk’s voice on the comms.

“Once you’re through the portal, we won’t be able to communicate verbally,” Allura informed them. “You need to send a message physically, or we will not-”

“We know,” all four paladins chorused at once.

Allura chuckled. “All right then. Be careful, all of you.”

“Copy.”

“Roger that.”

“Will do!”

Keith tightened the grip on Red’s handles and leaned forwards ever so slightly, pressing them towards the window. She bolted at the light touch, and Keith fought down a grin. As much as he enjoyed flying Black, he had missed the speed of Red. And flying a Blade ship was nothing compared to this.

They zipped through the portal, and for a moment, the world around them shown iridescent, rainbows filtering around their vision. When it cleared, a crystallized planet was in front of them.

“Where to?” Keith asked.

Sounds of beeping came from behind him and then Pidge spoke. “Far left quadrant. Sending Red the coordinates to highlight your path. We’ll still be about 400 yards from the refugees because of a frozen body of water that prevents Red from setting down right next to them.”

Keith frowned. “What’s that in feet?”

“It’s like three and a half football fields, give or take.”

The coordinates appeared on his screen and Keith directed Red in their direction, giving a shrug. “That’s not too bad, though, right?”

“Over icy terrain on top of a frozen ocean? Yeah, it’s gonna be tricky. Hope you brought ice skates.”

Keith snorted and settled Red onto the ground gently. “I hope you’re joking.”

“Oh totally. I can’t ice skate to save my life. Or…anyone else’s, for that matter.”

Pidge trailed off, glancing out Red’s windshield anxiously, and Keith squeezed her shoulder. “Hey. We got this. C'mon, we don’t have a lot of time.”

Pidge nodded and they suited up, shutting the glass front of their helmets. The suits regulated their body temperature to a safe measure so, while they wouldn’t freeze just from stepping outside, they wouldn’t be totally comfortable. When Keith stepped out of Red, he found it comparable to going outside in freezing weather with only a hoodie on. He shuddered and clenched his hands together before glancing sideways at Pidge. “Any way we can turn the heat up on the suits?” he asked.

She shook her head, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. “Not really. Maybe a little, but I don’t want to test faaaaate!”

Pidge shrieked as her feet slid out from under her, and Keith leapt forward to grab her by the wrist and keep her from slipping further. He helped her to her feet and then offered his elbow, which she took gratefully. They paused for a second, panting, and Keith managed a laugh. “I’m warm now,” he admitting, blowing a strand of hair from his face. “That was a workout. Let’s go.”

They found the refugees easily enough. Once Pidge had them on course, and they had figured out a system for not falling, they made their way across the ice with nothing more than a couple slips and a few ominous creaks. The refugees were huddled together around a small fire in the shelter of their destroyed plane. Two figures covered in blankets laid behind them, and Keith swallowed the guilt he felt at not getting there sooner.

The oldest one bolted to their feet the moment they were spotted. They were a fairly humanoid race, with four arms rather than two, and antennae splitting from their heads. The moment they stood, Keith could see why they hadn’t all died sooner – there was a layer of fur covering their major extremities, namely the torso, and their hair was puffy and full. Their eyes blinked sideways, like a lizard, and the group was bundled entirely in coats and blankets.

The leader, or at least who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward, and Keith caught sight of the tail swishing behind him. “Are y-you V-Volt-tron?” they asked.

“Part of it,” Pidge assured them. “We’re here to help. Our lion is just across this ice field, we couldn’t park her any closer. How many of you are there?”

“Six,” answered the leader. “Eight, if you count the pilots we lost. I am Regneoj, our group’s leader.”

They turned a sad look to the bodies behind them and Keith flinched, moving his gaze to the group. He picked out two that were obviously children and pointed. “Come on. We need to get out of here before you get any colder.”

Regneoj shook their head. “The ice is not safe. We cannot all cross at once. More than three in one spot, and the ice will break.”

Keith licked his lips and nodded. “Okay. Okay, Pidge, you’re lighter than me. You take two at a time back to Red, and I’ll stay here with the others. Okay?”

She nodded once and separated, letting Keith climb onto the bank. “The kids first.”

One of the parents started protesting, but Keith shot them an evil look and they clammed up immediately. The two kids, both nearly as tall as Pidge herself, scurried down the bank, tiny tails swishing and extra arms held away for balance. Pidge linked each of them to one of her elbows and then started back across the ice.

Keith estimated about twenty minutes went by between each trip, so by the time Pidge had gotten to the last guy, he was freezing and she was exhausted. As she assisted the leader and one of the fathers down the bank, Regneoj turned back. “Our dead…please, can you try?”

The paladins looked at one another and Keith swallowed. “We…we can try. But I can’t promise anything.”

Regneoj nodded. “I understand,” he promised. “Do not harm yourselves for them.”

With that, Pidge gathered their arms and started leading them back across the frozen water. Keith eyed their steps carefully, gaze catching on the hairline fractures that had started on the shoreline where Pidge had been taking the groups, and he flinched.

Once she was out of sight, he turned back to the bodies and lifted the blankets back, grimacing. Because of the cold, they were perfectly preserved, but they had also been lying there for about a day, so prying them from the ground would be nearly impossible. Instead, Keith surveyed their forms, picking out dog tag like necklaces wrapped around each of their necks that he assumed had been their pilot tags, and pulled those from the bodies as a kind of token. He pocketed them, shoving them deep into his armor so as not to lose them, and then returned the blankets to where they had been before turning back and waiting for Pidge.

She was back a bit faster this time, a bit more giddily at the prospect of being done, and Keith’s ears had barely recognized the ominous crackling of the ice before Pidge was crashing through the surface of the water.

On the surface, their body temperatures were regulated. But the water was much colder than the air outside, and Keith knew that Pidge wouldn’t last in there. Against all the warnings that sounded suspiciously like Kolivan in his head, he sprinted for the water. “PIDGE!”

There was no response, not even a bubble, and Keith found himself diving into the hole she had created, common sense at the last second making him click the lamp of his helmet on.

The cold smacked him in the face almost instantly, and his vision went fuzzy for a moment before he could focus. His fingers were already starting to go numb. “Pidge!” he shouted.

He pushed himself deeper, limbs tingling, and finally caught Pidge in the lamplight. She must have hit her head going under, because her eyes were shut completely. Her lips were turning blue, and ice had started to form on her suit.

Keith swallowed a whimper and kicked down. He couldn’t feel his legs, and he cursed the paladin suits for not being able to do more. Granted, had he been without one they would both already be dead. But it didn’t stop him from being mad.

His arms circled around her chest and he yanked upwards. He tried for the jets on his pack, but they must have frozen shut, because he couldn’t get them on.

“Come on, Pidge,” he growled, struggling for the surface. She was dead weight in his hands. “You’re not dying on me. You’re not…”

He huffed, fingers slipping from just under the ice, and he cursed, trying for another kick. The cold was tugging at his body, bitter and welcoming, and he swallowed, tears clouding his vision.

Lance. What had Lance done, to call Blue’s power? Selflessness, upholding his team, supporting his team.

His teammate was about to die. He was about to die. The second thought didn’t scare Keith nearly as much as the first – Pidge had a brother waiting for her to come back, her parents at home, and if he let them both freeze to death here…

Anger filled his veins and he shouted, body suddenly burning with heat. He kicked at the jet pack again and it burst to life, propelling them up just far enough for Keith to slam a hand into the side of the ice and pull, hard. He shoved Pidge up onto the bank first before crawling pathetically after her, and it wasn’t until he could see out of his visor again that he realized his entire body was literally on fire.

It didn’t penetrate through the suit, thank god, but it was hot enough that when he set his hand into the snow, it melted under him.

He couldn’t help Pidge like that, though. He had taken multiple medical courses at the Garrison, and he knew that you couldn’t treat hypothermia by just exposing someone to intense heat. Well, evidently he could, but Pidge couldn’t.

He started at her chest, shutting his eyes and calming himself until the fire receded from his whole body and moved to just his hands, dulling until his palms were just warm. He settled one hand over her heart, moving the other slowly across her collarbone and shoulders, and massaged his way down to her stomach.

His heart pounded in his chest the whole time he worked, the only thing keeping him from panicking the steady but slow rise and fall of Pidge’s chest. He moved up from her stomach to her head, holding his hands there and sliding them around the back of her helmet. She groaned after a minute and Keith nearly sobbed in relief. “Pidge?”

She groaned again, fingers twitching, and Keith moved his hands down to hers, clasping them and rubbing circulation and warmth back into them. Her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked blearily, squinting. “Are…you glowing?” she asked, voice raspy.

Keith hesitated, glancing down at himself and trying to look at his face before remembering he couldn’t. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Pidge, can you feel your body?”

“Not my legs,” she croaked.

Keith cussed and moved to her legs, running his hands down gently and hovering them on her ankles and feet for a bit longer. “We need to go now,” he said once she told him that she could wiggle her toes again. “I can’t keep this up forever.”

“Keep…like Lance?”

He managed a weak grin, trying to hold back tears. “Yeah. Apparently not wanting my little sister to die kinda made Red’s mama lion instincts kick in. Okay if I pick you up?”

She nodded and Keith picked her up carefully before standing and eyeing the ice. It was more solid towards the left, where they hadn’t been walking, so Keith trudged that way, focusing on moving the heat in his body upwards so that Pidge could access more of it. It was taxing; sweat beaded on his forehead, and his legs were getting wobbily, but he needed to get across the ice. If he didn’t-

A roar sounded above him and Keith breathed a sigh of relief, peering up at Red. “Thanks, Red,” he whispered.

Red lowered just close enough that Keith could use his jet pack to fly into her gaping maw and deposit Pidge onto the ground at his chair. “Take us up,” he ordered the lion. “Put us in hover for a minute, Red.”

The lion did as asked and shot upwards while Keith worked to undo Pidge’s armor. He shed his helmet and over suit, leaving only the black under suit on, and used his hand – his bare hand – to remove the rest of the ice from her armor.

“You are glowing,” Pidge murmured, lifting a shaky hand to stop his hands and examine them. “Like…a soft reddish orange color.”

Keith snorted. “Can’t believe that’s what you’re focused on. C'mon, I need those coordinates for Allura.”

Pidge tilted her head to her tablet, resting in the bag against the wall. “In there.”

He moved to them, sent out a distress signal to Allura, and then moved back to Pidge. His hands were heated to just under literally burning, and he held them over her rather than touching her until the castle appeared to take them home.

Once Pidge and the refugees had been situated in healing pods and Coran had cleared Keith to not be in one, Keith made his way to the lounge in a pair of sweats and a tank top, completely and utterly drained.

A few of the refugees from Hunk and Lance’s planet were curled up sleeping in the corner, snuggled and quiet, and Keith let the sound of their soft snoring lull him into a relaxed state. It was disrupted when a body sank down onto the couch next to him. He cracked open one eye to see Lance sitting there, in his usual outfit minus the jacket and shoes, eyeing him curiously. He set down a glass of water on the table in front of them before resuming his staring.

“What?”

“Brought you some water.”

Keith shut his eyes again. “Thanks.”

“I heard you uh…tapped into Red’s powers.”

Keith managed a smile and peeled his eyes open again, side eyeing Lance. Lance held up a hand and the water from the cup pooled out, slinking through the air and then dancing across his palm. Keith chuckled and held up his hand, watching in slight disbelief as fire flickered to life on each of his fingertips, tiny pinpricks of light.

Lance whistled. “Nice.”

Keith let the fire slide across his hand until he was too weak to hold it anymore, tossing it into the air and watching as Lance put it out with his water ball. “Pidge didn’t die, so it can’t be all bad,” he murmured.

“Matt is gonna be all over you next time we see him.”

Keith snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his head fall to Lance’s shoulder without a second thought. It was a testament to how calm Lance was that he let him stay there. “Boy, I sure hope not,” he grumbled. “Let me know when Pidge is out of the pod.”

“Will do, buddy.”

He passed out in seconds.

#my writing #vld #voltron: legendary defender #christmas lion friends #voltron #gifted au #?#can that be what i call it?#that's what im calling it #i key smashed for regneoj's name #rebagels are better than leeks

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pan-xichen · 6 years

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Why I don't ship k/ance: revealed

(notice how I censored the ship name specifically to avoid people coming after me)

So it's no secret that k/ance is the most popular ship in this fandom. I don't see a ton of it because I mostly follow people who post other ships and non-shippy content but I know it's the biggest ship based on the ao3 tag size alone (I was curious one day okay). There's just this massive amount of people who love the ship and there's nothing wrong with that. I think it's great that people can make and enjoy content made by others about their ships. I just have never been interested in k/ance myself. It's not that I've been asked this or anything, I just felt like giving my reasons for not liking it. So here it is, my humble opinion on the ship and why I don't particularly like it (under a cut because this turned into a long ass post whoops):

(warning: this post is opinionated and analyzes the relationship between Keith and Lance from the perspective of someone who does not like the ship at all; please don’t take any of this as offensive if you do like k/ance, I don’t mean to anger anyone)

It just... doesn't make sense to me. It's also the... unsavoury crowd the ship attracts for some reason, but if I liked it or had reasons to like it chances are I'd probably ignore them. There are some cool people who ship k/ance and I love all of them, even if I'm not interested in their ship.

I've always been someone who prefers when two characters in a ship actually get along. I'm not saying Keith and Lance hate each other, because they definitely don't. I just don't see them being particularly close to each other yet. Maybe they'll get there, maybe not. I doubt even if they do end up being great friends later on that I'll start to ship them, though.

I've always found it weird that everyone latched onto the two characters who are consistently at each others' throats, (in most of the first season anyway), and deemed them suitable for a ship while simultaneously deciding that the two male characters in the show who have been canonically the closest since the first episode are related in some way. I just... don't get how people can look at Keith and Lance's dynamic, especially early on, and think they're romantically interested in each other. They have their moments where they do get along in the first two seasons but typically it's for the good of the mission and when they're done it's back to not liking each other. I think at most, Keith wants to be Lance's friend, not his rival, but Lance doesn't want to be friends with Keith at all. He prefers his own misconception of who Keith is to finding out the truth for himself, and Keith gets tired of trying to make friends with a brick wall and just accepts that this is his relationship with Lance. That's just how I see it.

When I look at Keith and Lance, I see Lance unnecessarily vilifying Keith out of jealousy. I read and reblogged a post about Lance causing Hunk to have the same misconception about Keith as a person that kinda spiked this one a bit, because... it's true. Keith doesn't even remember Lance's name in the first episode, which might have also sparked part of Lance's perception of him. Keith, however, was also very focused on rescuing Shiro, and had been struggling through mourning for the better part of a year while isolated from contact with others. Of course he's not going to remember Lance-- the only person he's been thinking of has very likely been Shiro.

What Lance is doing, essentially, is projecting his lack of skill as Keith, someone who is obviously more skilled as a pilot than him, "always trying to one-up him". If Keith really was always trying to be better than Lance, he would've remembered him. Hell, we don't even really see him trying to prove he's better than Lance at anything until their nonexistent rivalry gains merit. Lance doesn't want to accept that he wasn't a great pilot (yet) and also accept that Keith was better than him. That's where that comes from.

Part of why I think that is stems from his family. At a panel at a con (I don't know which one) he was "word of god" confirmed to have been from a wealthy family, and was given plenty of attention growing up. Whether that upholds or not remains to be seen but really when you look at the way he treats Keith, it makes sense. It might be more subconscious than conscious, but Keith was an orphan, probably coming from foster care (or just out of nowhere, maybe he was living on his own who knows) and somehow being an incredibly talented pilot, while Lance, someone with a stable, healthy upbringing was struggling and ultimately didn't make the class he wanted to. He blamed Keith, and thus was more than happy to know he'd taken his place after Keith had been expelled.

This is somewhat of an assumption/headcanon of mine, but I also think Lance may have been jealous of Keith's relationship with Shiro, and that it carried over to when Shiro returned after disappearing. We've had tons of hinting at Keith and Shiro being friends before the series too, and Lance states when they discover that Shiro was in the alien ship, "that guy's my hero". He idolizes Shiro, and especially taking his reaction into account when he sees Keith on his way to rescue him, he may have been jealous of Keith having a close relationship with him pre-series, in addition to envying Keith's talent as a pilot.

So we have Lance being envious of Keith, and painting him as this snobby, arrogant guy in his head (I assume Keith was probably rather selective in who he hung out with at the Garrison too which would add to that). That leads to Lance victimizing and convincing himself that Keith always wanted to be better than him, when in reality Keith is just a talented, intelligent and somewhat quiet person. He was probably focused mostly on his studies and not much else, whereas Lance is very extraverted and invested in his friends. Neither of those are bad things, but are certainly polar opposites.

Keith, in contrast, probably also had his own misinterpretation of Lance: someone who cares more about relationships and goofing off than his work. In reality, Lance really wanted to be a good pilot. Maybe he was a little distracted at the Garrison, as we do see him become a great pilot as a paladin, in which this assumption by Keith would make sense. Keith very much strikes me as someone who had to grow up too fast, and Lance as someone who had ample time to come into maturity. The difference between them with their misconceptions seems to be that Keith is a bit more willing to cast his aside, whereas Lance continues to cling to them.

I know a lot of shippers see the first episode of season three as having a k/ance moment, what with Lance putting his hand on Keith’s shoulder and accepting his leadership, but really... it’s not. I see this more as Lance putting his own wants and desires aside for the sake of the mission-- he wanted to be the black paladin, but the lion chose Keith, so he’s reluctantly accepting. That’s what’s happening there. In my opinion, to say that it’s exclusively a k/ance moment takes away from that bit of Lance’s development. Not to mention that honestly, Lance isn’t accepting Keith as his leader, either. He doesn’t respect Keith any more than he did before. What he respects, is the black lion. He respects her decision to choose Keith over him. He does grow to accept Keith as his leader eventually, but just two episodes later we see him actively jabbing at Keith’s (admittedly poor) decisions and leadership. Keith is in mourning, for fuck’s sake. I know Lance isn’t the only one who doesn’t take to Keith’s leadership well, but really, he’s the only one I can remember who actually went at him. Even after they start to kinda get used to Keith leading, when Shiro(?) returns, they naturally look to him for guidance instead. Lance then tells Keith that he’s worried about his own place on the team, and Keith tries to reassure him as best someone who doesn’t closely know the other person can. Again, as well, Lance is worried about himself (which is fine).

If this was a shippy moment he probably would’ve been more concerned for Keith, as he’s the one who’s been unintentionally undermined by his closest friend and everyone has gone back to following Shiro instead. Keith pulls back from the team in season four as a direct result of what happened when Shiro returned; he’s putting everyone else above himself. In Keith’s mind, he sees himself as the extra. Allura is fantastic as a paladin. The red lion hasn’t shut Lance out because she wants Keith back, so he assumes she’s done with him. The team already would rather listen to Shiro than him, so he got the black lion to take Shiro back. The green and yellow lions were never involved in the swap. He can’t help Coran with the castle, so he goes off with the Blade of Marmora. He makes a series of decisions in the first episode of season four that separate him from the team, and then announces that he’s leaving. Lance does... nothing to stop this. (Admittedly Shiro also doesn’t try to stop him, to tell him he’s needed, which also makes me more suspicious as to whether or not this really is our Shiro but that’s not what this post is about.) He doesn’t pull Keith aside and ask if he’s okay, find him when he returns to talk to him (like Allura did). He’s vilified Keith again; sees him as selfish, only interested in what he seemingly wants to do, when in reality Keith truly wants to be reminded that the team needs him and probably to be a paladin again. The complete and total lack of intervention on Lance’s part when Keith is clearly Not Okay in the most recent season also signifies to me that they still have yet to be close enough for them to make sense being romantically involved.

And that’s fine! I’m not saying I look down on the ship or shippers because of it. I just prefer my ships to at least make some canonical sense, and can’t see it happening with k/ance. Like I said at the beginning, maybe they will grow closer together before the series ends-- I’d actually really like to see that happening. I still doubt I’d be interested in shipping it, though.

I do think it’s neat that shippers can make content for themselves and each other to enjoy, even if it isn’t quite canon compliant. The one thing I really hate to see though is edits of intimate scenes between Keith and other characters, or Lance and other characters, with captions of “this is how it happened right?” or “I fixed it”. Like... how much more fucking pretentious can you get? Edits are fine but when you claim they’re canon or that you “fixed” the actual scene, that’s just disrespectful to the creators of the show. The story they want to tell, is how it happened. You can’t “fix” that.

TL;DR - I don’t ship k/ance because when I look at their canon relationship it doesn’t make sense seeing it as romantic. I’m not judging anyone who does, but this is just a long-winded analysis of what I think of them and why I dislike the ship. I know there are some really cool people who ship k/ance and are more realistic about knowing it’s not logically going to be canon (not just based on my analysis but also the showrunners did explicitly state that it won’t) but enjoy their ship nonetheless, and props to them! For me it’s also kind of a combination of the way some people who ship k/ance treat other fans and the staff and their canon dynamic but I can mostly disregard them in terms of why exactly I don’t ship Keith and Lance.

#this got way too long lmao #people probably don't care but *shrug emoji*#this is just my silly opinion #this is of course nothing against people who do ship it by any means #i just can't ship it myself

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Eggsy x Reader number 17 for the cute shippy thing. I love the way you write him!! Keep up the great work luv :)

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

[NICE I love Eggsy!! Thanks so much for all the Eggsy prompts guys

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Words: 1.9

Warning: Cursing! Smutt! But not a lot nothin graphic ;)

—Read on Ao3!]

Right now you’re thinking about how you got into this mess, about why this- a fucking storage closet, was the place you two chose to hide. But mostly you’re thinking about all the terribly inappropriate things you want Eggsy to do to you…

You definitely know you shouldn’t be thinking them, but with a jawline like that and a gaze that frequently seemed to be undressing you; it was really hard to stay focused.

And where you were right now did not help one fucking bit. No, usually being pressed almost chest to chest with hurried breaths parading your chest invoked a different kind of emotion.

With how dark it was in there, and with Eggsy so close to you; you couldn’t help but smell his skin. He smelled soft and sweet like pine needles maybe, and as you watch his lips you can’t stop thinking about how badly you just wanted to kiss them.

There are feet shuffling by outside, and that’s literally the only thing that’s controlling you. Part of you used this time to wonder again why you’d choose a fucking closet of all places to hide… Two Kingsman agents with extensive training hiding in a storage closet.

It all sounded like the start of some kind of shitty joke, but your life was full of moments like these and you were failing to see the humor.

The quiet patter of feet was unexpected with what Merlin led you to expect. Your target was professor Derek Traynor an astrophysicist, and you were to subdue him after University hours. So here you are a little after 9 at night when you realize Mr. Traynor had some late night guests…

And rather than knocking out a bunch of harmless teachers… you opted to… hide in the… closet?

Alright the plan didn’t make a lick of sense, but it just sort of happened? And when Eggsy grabs your hand and pulls you into a closet, you fucking follow him. Thank god you didn’t have to transmit this disaster of a mission to Merlin because this shit was getting bad, even for you.

“Oh, fuck…” You said under your breath as the voice outside started their unexpected meeting.

“Think we’ll be here awhile, luv.” Eggsy whispered to you, leaning close to your ear as he place a hand to the wall by your head in an almost lazy fashion.

If only he knew how many ways you wanted to…

“All thanks to your plan…” You reminded him in a whisper, pursing your lips almost too playfully as you listen to the muffled voices outside the door.

It wouldn’t have been hard to subdue them, no, of course not. You two were flawless together… But they were teachers, not trained, and most definitely not dangerous. The meeting shouldn’t take long… probably. And after that, Mr. Traynor will be easy as cake to snatch up. So you two were just going to have to wait this one out…

Which, under the circumstances was really fucking hard.

The circumstances being how badly you wanted him, of course… and it was hard to keep yourself from looking at him in there; especially with how closely he seemed to be inching. The way the specks of light barely lit him through the cracks of the door, the way his hair had fallen slightly out of place… The way his lips sat slightly parted, as they curled into a soft smile. It all only made you want him more.

Eggsy made a habit of standing close to you, and maybe that’s why you were so intoxicated anytime he leaned in, or touched your hands lightly as he pass. It could be any one of the times you woke beside him; with his arms wrapped around you tightly after too long a night planning missions…

But you had many friends who were touchy, and you yourself were quite affectionate with people you were close with. Even you knew close proximity didn’t always mean something. Looks didn’t necessarily mean anything either…

You could speculate and fantasize as much as you wanted, but the truth was you didn’t know. And that you wouldn’t know unless you fucking asked or… did something else equally as damaging, like… I don’t know– kissing him?

Seems a bit extreme especially since you were on a mission, but that’s exactly what you did.

One second you were listening to the soft sound of his breath at your ear, letting that spiced earthy smell surround you and the next… you grabbed the back of his neck, and pressed your lips to his like a breath of fresh air.

You weren’t sure whether to be more shocked that you kissed him or that he kissed you back truthfully. And once you could feel him pulling you closer, you pushed into him more; sliding your hands into the back of his hair, pulling his mouth to your neck…

Eggsy knew what he was doing, that became very obvious. He slid his hands up your side and chest with just the right amount of pressure and yearning and you couldn’t help but let out an airy moan, because god damn did he feel good.

When you turned into him, pushing him into the wall it was clear you’d both forgot where the fuck you were. You tore at his jacket fervidly, sliding your hand down the front of his pants–

And then the fucking door opened.

You both were like a deer caught in the headlights with eyes widened and shirts half opened amorously. In those split seconds of clarity before the shirt storm of your situation, you thanked the fucking universe that Merlin hadn’t been watching in…

“What in heaven?” A short stout man asked with his jaw so low it was almost to the floor, he pulled his glasses from his pocket and began placing them to his face with hurried fingers.

“Uh… Sir… we’re, just–” You started as you hurriedly pulled your shirt closed, as you tidied your hair and anxiously wiped your mouth.

It wasn’t often you forgot who and what you were… But in your fluster you reverted back to that blubbering 16 year old that made excuses like it were a hobby.

“Interns, sir. Just interns.” Eggsy seemed to be having a similar experience as you were, because for some reason he went along with the charade offering his own brand of cover.

Here you were, explaining your situation to the man you were essentially nicking like frightened children. This joke even you had to admit was a little funny…

Mr. Traynor crossed his arms as he leaned into a heel narrowing his eyes on you two before starting again; this time with apprehension lining his voice. “For whom?”

“Uhm…” Eggsy said as he swallowed, pulling his eyebrows about as he search for an answer.

For being one of the Kingsman’s best agents, he sure was not acting the part right now. When the professor slanted his eyes suspiciously Eggsy pursed his lips in disappointment, switched his watch to amnesia and pointed it at the man. “Sorry bout this, bruv.”

You watched as he fell to the floor in a loud thud, holding your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. “Okay.”

As you look down at Mr. Traynor you began nodding far too assuredly; but the only thing you did know for sure, was that there was no coming back from this. “Well… at least we can get him out of here… easier? Right?”

Except, there was nothing easy about carrying a man out of a college Uni in the middle of the night. And there as nothing easy about you two… Alright the first might be a bit easier to control, but the second? The second one you didn’t even know where to start.

At this point you didn’t want to look at Eggsy because you’d literally been seconds from having ripped off all his clothing in the middle of a fucking mission. Right now if you could think of literally anything but that, you’d have been happy. Every part of you wished this was one of those high stress missions instead… that you had some baddies to shoot or something equally distracting.

Only you didn’t. What you had was a passed out professor and someone you weren’t ready to admit you needed.

Eggsy didn’t seem as disheveled as you were though, which was about as surprising as what had just happened. He looked calm, cool and far more collected than you were. Just like he always did, and for a second you weren’t sure if you just made all of it up.

When you couldn’t decide, you slid your hand to your mouth lightly covering it as you pull your other arm to rest on you hip. “Let’s call Merlin, then?”

“Don’t feel like talkin’?” Eggsy asked ignoring your question as he pulled his tie to its normal spot at the base of his neck; all the while sending you the same look from before… That same sure and confident look, like he could spend hours getting lost in you.

“Not sure it’s the time for that…” You replied as you turn slightly taking a step away.

“He ain’t goin’ no where, and Merlin can wait.” His reply was quick, but thought out somehow and delivered deliberately with the smallest smile. The voice he used was smooth and lined with insinuation as he look to your lips when he finish. “Think we needa talk bout this, luv…”

“Someone could see us… see him.” You protested only slightly, knowing no one else was coming. But you said it anyway, because that may have been fun, but the conversation he wanted to have most definitely wouldn’t be.

“Ain’t you s’pposed to be good at this?” Eggsy tiled his head lightly, sending you the softest pair of eyes you’d ever seen as he took a step towards you. When he did you felt a cascade of butterflies erupting low in your stomach sending ripples across every surface of your body.

“You’re cheekier today…” Was all you managed to get out, because there really wasn’t anything to say that he didn’t already know. So you just locked your eyes on his as he creep closer to you.

“Was you always plannin’ on kissin’ me like that?” He asked again, the amount of fun he was having seeped through his undertones, and now he was only inches from your face again sporting a boyish grin.

When you watched the way his brows raised, and the curve of his lips you realized there was no use in being modest anymore. No use in pretending there wasn’t something going on anymore either. No use in pretending this big fucking joke didn’t just land you the best person you’d ever met…

Plus, now that Eggsy had just felt you up, had his tongue in our mouth… There really wasn’t much use in denying your feelings any longer, right?

Right. So you stood straight, crossed your arms and leaned your face closer to his. “Got tired of waiting for you to do it.”

There was a certain air of confidence when you spoke that surprised the both of you. You watched a smile fully spread as he let out a short laugh then ran his tongue lightly to the corner of his mouth clearly enjoying the display before him.

“Guess I better stop fuckin’ about then, yeah?” After a second he placed his hands to either side of your face pulling you in again, and when he did it felt like fucking fireworks.

There were plenty of other things you should be thinking about, plenty of things you should be doing… Not kissing Eggsy next to an unconscious man during a mission for starters, but here you were: the butt of your own joke, and finally seeing the humor in it.

#eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin #eggsy #kingsman #eggsy imagine #fanfic #kingsman fanfic #fanfiction #prompt #Eggsystential Crisis

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blame-canada · 7 years

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Mud

Prompt: Mud

Word Count: 2,246

Rated: T

Hey guys, one-shot for day three of the May 2017 @spdrabblebomb here to kick things off! It’s a little on the weird side, but I hope you like it. The ship is technically Creek, but it’s really not shippy at all so if that turns you off it’s mostly Tweek-centric with hints that Creek exists. Posted to AO3 here.

Tweek awoke, for once in his very exhausting life, with the feeling that he’d gotten the perfect amount of rest. He blinked once, twice, three times slowly, dusting away the nighttime sleepies from his eyes with thick blond lashes. He rolled to his back and slipped his little hands from under the comforter, stretching his arms straight up to the ceiling and clenching them into fists to loosen up his swollen fingers. At the same time, he arched his back slowly in a big full-body stretch. He sighed with the breath he exaggerated upon releasing his muscles and falling back into his soft bed. Instead of feeling worn his bones felt so wonderfully rejuvenated. He slid his attention over to his bedroom window, where his curtains ruffled gently in the slight breeze sweeping in through a screen. The sunlight cast a lattice over his bed and he wiggled his toes inside one of the squares. He smiled; he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled before noon.

With a yawn he swung his legs over the side of his bed and stretched his arms up again, making a final reach deep within his spine to loosen it up for the day. He stood on wobbly legs and shuffled across the carpet, avoiding piles of Legos and other miscellaneous fidgeting toys he kept in large supply at all times. His socks were slippery against the hardwood of the hall and tile in the bathroom, and he inspected his face for new blemishes at the same time he brushed his teeth. He rinsed out his mouth five times, as was tradition, and he turned the lights off, on, off again, like always. It was turning out to be a beautiful Saturday morning.

“Mom? Dad?” He called out to the rest of the house, but no answer meant his parents were already at the coffee shop, which relieved him. He took careful steps down the wooden staircase toward the kitchen, where Craig stood with a coffee pot in hand. Tweek smiled and touched his arm.

Craig turned to him and his face was full of maggots.

Tweek shrieked and stumbled backwards, but in one blink, the maggots disappeared, and Craig’s usual (albeit startled) face remained. “Tweek? What’s wrong, baby?” He asked.

Craig never used pet names, but for some reason, Tweek wasn’t bothered by it. Actually, the fact that Craig’s face had just moments before been nothing but rotting flesh and disgusting creepy-crawlies didn’t concern him at all either. What he cared more about was the coffee pot in Craig’s idle hand.

“It’s for you,” Craig said, reading his mind, and Tweek hopped up to kiss his cheek in thanks. He used the kitchen island to swing himself around to take a seat at one of the barstools, but suddenly, when he looked down, a gigantic crack opened down the center of the floorboards, and the chair he was about to take fell straight into a pool of lava.

Tweek yelped in surprise and hopped back. “What’s wrong?” Craig asked again, but when Tweek made a double take between his boyfriend and the floor, he found the crack in the earth nowhere to be seen, and there was no evidence anything had fallen open at all.

“It’s nothing,” Tweek said, entirely unfazed, and he hoisted himself onto one of the barstools while Craig poured him a cup of fresh coffee. He prepared it just as he liked it, with just the right amount of cream and sugar. All the while, a sinking feeling of dread began to permeate Tweek’s stomach. He began to feel ill, and he curled in on himself with a weak groan. Craig didn’t seem to notice, and kept humming a tune while he put the creamer back into the fridge.

“For you, darling,” he said, and Tweek hesitated, because he had never heard the word darling fall from his boyfriend’s lips. It was off-putting. Tweek felt like there was something extremely wrong. Panic began to consume him, but he looked down at his coffee mug and sighed shakily. Coffee always helped.

He hooked his right hand through the handle of the cup and rested his elbows on the countertop. Craig watched him with a wide, almost unnatural smile, and Tweek returned it with a shaky laugh before bringing the cup to his lips. Immediately upon tipping back the porcelain, though, he choked.

After a few gagging coughs and nearly tossing the cup to the counter, he pulled his hand back from his mouth to inspect whatever wet and gritty substance he’d ingested that was definitely not coffee. In his hand, a huge pile of dark, wet, smelly mud oozed between his fingers.

Mud. He’d tried to drink mud.

Tweek gasped and flung the mud from his hand, most of it sticking to it despite his best efforts, and with wobbly hands he took back the mug to see that it was filled to the brim with soupy dirt. A worm was wiggling around half-surfaced for good measure. He gagged again just looking at it. He felt sick.

“Craig, what the fuck?!” He screeched. “Why did you give me this?!”

“What do you mean, dear?” Craig said with a slight cock of his head sideways and a frown. “You always take your coffee like this.”

“This is mud, look!” Tweek said, and he shoved the mug over to Craig’s hands. Craig eyed him warily.

“I don’t understand, sweetheart.” Craig took a long swig of the disgusting contents and Tweek wildly protested, but when Craig put the cup back down, Tweek saw that it looked like an ordinary cup of coffee once again. “I don’t like coffee much, you know, but it seems fine to me.”

Tweek was trembling in a way he hadn’t done in years. Something was horribly, unexplainably wrong right now and he had no way to fix it. He took the cup back, cautiously, and he kept his eyes on the liquid while he slowly raised it back to his lips. It remained a liquid all the way until it touched his tongue, where it congealed into a gooey, germ-filled mess that belonged under boots and most certainly not inside mouths. Tweek gagged on it again.

“What’s happening?” He cried out, grabbing the mug and throwing it at the ground as hard as he possibly could, despite Craig’s objection. When it made contact with the floor it changed back, and creamy brown liquid splattered across the floor and burned his ankle slightly where it was exposed to the scattered droplets.

“Tweek!” Craig yelled suddenly, and he took Tweek by the shoulders roughly across the counter, shaking him back and forth. “Tweek, don’t drink the coffee, Tweek! Don’t drink it darling, it’ll turn to mud, and kill you!” Craig’s frantic eyes frightened him, as it was an expression he’d only seen once before on his boyfriend’s face and that was when he’d nearly died. He nodded, over and over again until his vision became blurry. A sound like the screeches of a thousand damned souls overtook his hearing, but within them, he heard screams in Craig’s voice, repeating “no more, no more, no more!”

No more!

…

Tweek awoke with a scream.

His eyes snapped open and darted back and forth, so quickly he failed to focus on anything at all, until Craig’s soft, real voice cooed to him through his distressed whimpering.

“It’s alright, Tweek. You were yelling. I’m sorry, I had to wake you up.”

Tweek began to catch his breath, raising a shaky hand to his chest as though it could still his rapidly beating heart. He licked his dry and cracked lips, trembling terribly until Craig leaned down to awkwardly wrap his arms around him. “You gonna make it?” Craig murmured in his ear, and Tweek shuddered at the close contact before wrapping his arms as tightly as he could around his shoulders, nodding wildly.

“S-sorry.” He took one more deep breath in and out, and when Craig pulled away he gave him an unsteady smile. “Just a bad dream.”

“I figured.” Craig stepped back and held out a hand for Tweek to yank himself from bed with, and he landed with a soft slap of his soles against the floor. With time he began to realize just how ridiculous his dream had been, even though it felt alarmingly real. He sighed in relief at the gentle hold Craig had on his fingers as he led him to the living room.

“How’d you get in here so early?”

“Tweek, it’s eleven o’ clock,” Craig deadpanned. “I break into your house all the time anyway, though. Shouldn’t be all that surprising.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, still…” He muttered under his breath, vivid flashes of his nightmare hitting him in waves. They were shuffling into the kitchen now and Tweek had a unique sense of déjà vu as he sat in a barstool at the kitchen island.

Craig reached for the same coffee pot as his dream, and it wasn’t until after he bristled that Tweek realized it’d be ridiculous of him to be suspicious of it, since it was the pot he’d always owned. Craig must have brewed it for him, ahead of time.

He poured him a mug that he nearly overfilled and Tweek smiled appreciatively. Craig nodded and turned away to replace the pot. When Tweek looked back down at his cup, though, he was met with the same grotesque image as in his nightmare.

Instead of the bittersweet release he always craved, mud was piled inside the mug in a sludgy pile. Tweek gasped and the mug fell from his hands, landing on the countertop on an angle and splattering everywhere over the surface. Craig turned around in fright, but Tweek paid him no mind, for where mud was supposed to spread over the granite countertop, smooth liquid pooled around the cracked mug instead. Tweek screeched in what was half annoyance, half fear.

“What? What’d I do?” Craig asked, looking puzzled, and his face only morphed to more concern when Tweek let out a wailing sob.

“My coffee keeps turning to mud, Craig!” He cried, throwing his face in his hands and gripping his hair, hard. He yanked at it to ground himself, muttering and gasping obscenities under his breath.

“Tweek,” Craig said slowly, carefully, “have you been taking your medicine?”

“I- Yes, of course!” Tweek paused, letting his inquiry sink in. “I’m not going crazy, I’m not hallucinating, I swear it keeps happening! Watch!” He scrambled from his chair and whipped around the bend, on a mission to prove himself. He grabbed the coffee pot, and even before he could pour his own mug full of it, an earthworm poked out from the spout, and he dropped it with a terrified yelp.

The pot bounced on the floor, as it was made of plastic instead of glass, but the hot coffee still splashed from its uncovered top, and Tweek hardly noticed as the scalding liquid burned his feet. It was coffee again, when it had been mud. “What’s happening to me?” He whispered urgently, hands immediately reaching up to snatch fistfuls of hair, and he tugged enough to yank tiny tufts of it from his scalp. He grunted at the sting and would have kept going of Craig didn’t grab his wrists.

“Tweek, Tweek! Calm down!” Craig yelled, and Tweek looked up at him from his curled over position. His face was fretful, but within seconds, it transformed into a horrible gaping mouth full of hundreds of sharp teeth. The jaws gaped and the Craig-monster hissed, and Tweek let out a blood-curdling scream before pivoting on one heel and sprinting away from him.

He turned back to see the monster following him, jaws snapping open and shut as it chased him. The chorus of voices from the end of his last dream came to him and replaced the sound of blood rushing through his ears, chanting the same thing Craig had before he turned into a monster.

No more!

…

Tweek awoke feeling like ten hangovers hit him at once. He didn’t want to get out of bed. He was now thoroughly afraid of what might greet him behind his bedroom door. This time he woke up alone, like the first time, but he was totally alone with no Craig anywhere in sight. He was the age he was supposed to be, he guessed, judging from the scenery, but he was still wary. He very slowly got out of bed like a sudden movement would allow the matrix to collapse in on him, and he yawned heavy and low on his way to the bathroom.

Upon tromping into the kitchen to pour his first cup of coffee, Tweek hesitated.

He hesitated long and hard.

No more?

As he tipped the pot to pour into his mug, thick grime sloshed into the cup instead of coffee. He shoved the mug and the pot away and put his head in his hands.

No more. . . . . .

When Craig crawled through the Tweaks’ window that afternoon, he found Tweek lying on his side on the kitchen tile, drool crusting over his cheek and into the grooves of the floor, with the words “no more” bouncing quietly from his quivering lips over and over. Right before Tweek’s eyes, the coffee he’d spilled on the floor flashed between liquid and goopy solid.

Craig saw cold coffee and bloodied fingertips.

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MEA liveblog #6

Spoilers!

Kadara

Alright, let's hope this virus sample is as harmless as SAM said... Why doesn't this scene have an interrupt? Why does Andromeda have so few?

Oh, right, there's still a quest with Reyes and Drack's story about Spender

I think I should also try the monolith again. Regardless of politics, activating the vaults for Ryder is like closing rifts for the Inquisitor.

Thank you internet for telling me how to activate the southernmost monolith! There's a cave entrance at the base of the mountain, on the road to the east of the monolith and north-east of the forward station.

Ugh, navigating this vault and trying not to die took a long time...

Why do I get flirt options with Reyes in 90% of dialogue wheels?

Okay, I finally crafted something. Chest and legs for armor. Iitiative V. Together they give +11% XP instead of +15 I had on the pre-order set, but I could put lots of bonuses onto them. Used "25% shields on kill" as enhancement and "+50% recharge speed, -30% weapon damage" as a mod.

Yikes! It looks so ugly! Here I thought Deep Space looked mediocre compared to Scavenger, but this...

My adept profile is now rank 4!

Zia's voice sounds terribly familiar.

I literally met murderers disposing of a body, why can't I interact with them?

Two Hydras, more like "run around the entire time". Ugh, why are biotics in this game so weak against armor? And where's the fall damage? The entire point of biotics is killing enemies with physics! Why does a combo, on normal difficulty, not kill a mook, but throw him somewhere I can't see him with a sliver of health so he continues to shoot at me? This is ridiculous!

Me: Ugh I don't wanna do Kadara Also me: *does every single sidequest in the Badlands, raises viability to 70%*

Tempest

Peebee: idk why I wanted to write to you -- Aww :D

Yay, finally I can make my inventory bigger!

"I like it when you flirt" is still an option smh. Clicked it because I think someone mentioned that the zero-g scene is repeatable, but nope.

Alright, time to finally move on to the loyalty missions!

Cora's LM

Convenient when you can reuse an entire map huh :D

TBH most of the things people are saying are flying right past me. I'm just following the quest markers. So, is the arc pretty much empty now?

Asari sword V!!! Something I wanted to craft or find a long time ago.

This ascendant wasn't even dangerous. Just a boring bullet sponge. I need to get more weight capacity so I could always carry a sniper rifle just for those guys...

I'm a biotic too!!! I walked through this entire mission as an adept! Why am I not helping with the shield?

Revealed the truth, then said Sarissa should stay as the Pathfinder. Not a difficult decision.

Tempest

"Outcast HQ" sounds ridiculous...

Meanwhile, my Bronze/Silver strike team has five positive traits and no negatives...

Nexus

Good thing I went here before moving on to Vetra's mission! There's a follow-up scene. And apparently, there were a lot of asari still in cryo?

Is this the guy who already sent me a grateful email? This game really fails at continuity sometimes.

Fuck! Jien Garson "died alone"?! All this time I was suspicious about her absence, but people talked about her death so confidently I was sure there were witnesses!

lmao a burned body in an unexpected place. suuuuure

Oh, so she is dead :(

Okay, this is simpler than I thought. The Initiative was about escaping the Reapers. And I thought they were looking for something in Andromeda...

If there's really nothing more to it -- I'd actually be disappointed. The game just continues to subvert its own most ridiculous statements. Pretty much everyone assumed that building something called Arcs and moving to another galaxy right before the Reaper invasion is an attempt to preserve people and culture. The game insisted that wasn't the case, except of course it is. There were only two new races, suspiciously alike -- are they related? Nobody even mentioned the possibility in the game until it was confirmed. On the one hand, it's a relief that the game doesn't believe its own bullshit. On the other, I'd like not to be treated like an idiot. I'd like a story with a premise that makes sense by itself, and with reveals that are genuinely surprising. What's next on the list of predictable "plot twists"? Is Alec alive? Is Reyes the Charlatan?

Tempest

What, I got a bunch of AVP just for promising to do Drack's mission?

Fuck yeah vanadium

H-047c

When you land, the subtitles just disappear...

I almost fell off a cliff and Liam shouted "Ryder!!" in a very startled voice

Whoa, a Reegar!

Took the interrupt, of course.

After Liam's mission, the other two seemed bland...

Havarl

Thanks to the internet, finally found the Fusion Mod of Adrenaline. How can anyone find that by themselves?!

Archon's ship

I'm tired of messing around, let's get on with the plot

Let me guess, I'll have to choose between the map to the Meridian and the salarian arc's survival?

This Pathfinder actually sounds like a Salarian!

A new carfalon, nice

this fight didn't go well lmao

Oh great, now we wiped everything but the ascendant and then he killed me

Ughh, on the third try...

Poor Ryder

Yeah, yeah, we've already heard all that from Harbinger...

Archon's chamber, health and ammo packs... Annoying boss battle, here we go

oh great, it's the Krogett

ah, so it's a mix of Virmire and Priority: Tuchanka

Ouch, I wish I didn't take Drack on this mission...

Well thanks I feel like a monster now

And of course, the autosave is after the choice. I've long suspected that the lack of saving in priority mission is designed to make us live with our decisions...

Honestly when I was making a choice it seemed simply whether a bunch of krogan or salarians are saved from exaltation, the krogan are connected to your friend but the salarians have a Pathfinder. But then the game seems to present it as "many krogans, your friend's friends, vs one Pathfinder"?

So, where to now? After the Nexus.

I have 3 loyalty missions in progress, Peebee, Jaal and Drack, and the last one seems pretty urgent.

I need to go to Elaaden, especially because after this I need to restore my relationship with the krogan.

I need to activate the vault on Voeld, people in my outpost and my angaran allies has been freezing their limbs of for a long time.

Kadara is the only place where nothing important is happening, but I need to get it to 90% asap to unlock the fusion mod perk.

Tempest

Poured some more points into combat to decrease the weight of sniper rifles, and crafted a Vintage Isharay V. Now I can carry it along with the Hornet and a shotgun of my choice. Some power user I am... :D

No, Gil, I don't really want to meet your friend. Though on second thought, maybe if the Pathfinder tells her we're not here just to breed, maybe she'd believe...

"My mother created the implant in my head, and my father created the AI that uses it. I haven't lost them either" ;_;

Suvi organized a comparative religion seminar, and Jaal and Kallo signed up!

Got myself a bald space mouse

"Okay, I'll learn a new party trick" :D

"You are daring. I had to up my game" It's just a casual option, but sure sounds like flirting... :D

"Just don't get yourself exalted" -> "Just don't relax too much" The translation is getting worse and worse... There's some nonsense in almost every conversation.

Aw, Vetra!

Nexus

Thanks, Tann! Now I have time to do sidequests and loyalty missions without guilt!

No thanks to other Pathfinders, seems like I have to rush the main plot after all :(

Scott!!!

Why is Ryder asking him about things she must know just as well?

Honestly, this game design is super stupid! Kadara opens up a lot of new quests, but also the rushes the main plot like hell! Am I supposed to do the loyalty missions and shit after the end of the story??

Wait, how exactly did Keri scare people? Why was she arrested? I don't understand.

Tempest

Aw, Liam is worried about how I'm coping with my clinical death! *Shepard sighs with envy from another galaxy*

Kadara

Why does the game shower me with shippy Reyes material even when I'm not trying to romance him?

Finally another interrupt lol

"Try to settle here, and I'll consider it an act of war" If I took the story seriously and roleplayed honestly, this would be the point I'd abandon this planet forever, even if I didn't do it far earlier. There's no reason for Ryder to plan for an outpost here -- and I only do because of the queat description. Ughh, the writing in this game is killing me.

How do you take a recipe anyway? How do you make sure there isn't a copy left on the person's computer? Anyway, took it from the asari because I assumed I could destroy the info instead of giving it to the doctor, but had to give it back anyway.

Whoa, the date with Vetra is incredibly romantic

Was it really necessary for two freaking eirochs to greet us as we exit the cave?!

People who lit Sloane from behind so that every time there's a closeup on her, the camera adjusts to that bright light and her face becomes a pitch black blob: please don't ever stage anything again

Travel from the Badlands to the Port, meet Sloane, immediately travel back to almost the same place in the Badlands. Is the game intentionally trying to waste as much of our time as possible?

I think my game ran out of save slots... Without any warning. When you try to write in a new slot everything seems normal but the save just doesn't appear.

Whoa! Ryder WASN'T surprised that Reyes is the Charlatan! I didn't expect her to figure that out...

I'm not sure how Reyes's actions were supposed to weaken Sloane but whatever

First I shot him because I use interrupts instinctively, then replayed and didn't. I don't give enough fucks about this petty war.

100%! Now I can finally leave this snake pit.

BTW, re: the choice: Sloane is almost as bad as Aria at this point, the only redeeming quality is her backstory. And she's proven herself a bad leader, while Reyes could turn out to be better. But deciding to let her die within a split second -- that's not something I or my idealistic character could do. And now Reyes has a potential for a cool comeback story, and Sloane -- for a redemption arc. We have both characters alive and active, while the other option kills one off. (Which, I realize, is a reason that we might never see an interesting follow-up.)

Tempest

Reyes bothered to send a letter! I hope we'll see his dramatic return in a sequel or a DLC. Imagine if you romance him and then save Sloane -- that's a good story! Also, glad I didn't shoot, because the internet says the letter is very bitter and ominous in that case.

Aaand what some people on the internet were saying is true. Fusion Mod Support, which was the sole reason I went to complete Kadara, is broken and deprives you of all buffs. Well, whatever.

Drack doesn't tell me to fuck off anymore. Does this mean I don't need to "give him space" anymore and can plausibly do his loyalty mission? It's weird that the game just ignores all that's happened -- it's not like he tells me he forgave or anything. Consequences my ass. Just lazy writing.

And Lexi just repeats her first description of Drack -- that he's "always good". Ugh. No, he's not!

NOW you want to talk about my death, Cora! Not when I approached you after that mission!

Elaaden

The krogan have a nice flag!

Logical: "Don't make me headbutt you. I absolutely will" Ha! The emotional option was some shit about friendship...

The worm? That thing from the promo pictures, right? Is it the same thing as the Architects people on the internet are mentioning?

Aww, is this a letter from multiplayer's krogan engineer?

A krogan LARP!

The krogan are literally the only people whom I can understand and support in a decision to jump galaxies

Drack's LM

I don't understand how Vorn got here...

For once I'm not the one with a dilemma lol

"There's only one thing getting destroyed today (...) So there are a lot of things getting destroyed today, actually"

Drack please don't talk during fights, I don't hear a single word, too busy charging people and slashing them with my sword

I still don't understand what all of this has to do with Spender, and don't remember Drack ever mentioning before that the botanist is so important and irreplaceable.

I love being a vanguard on normal because even with an incomplete build you can tank two hydras. To be fair I was standing right on top of a health box...

That's all?? So short...

At least Drack hasn't forgotten my choice...

Ah, so the botanist who sent us on this mission and the botanist we rescued are two different people? Okay, one question answered.

Elaaden

Hmm, this puzzle seems more difficult...

The second monolith has a console puzzle instead of sudoku. I spent a pretty long time on it before realizing there were three consoles, not two...

WHy am I breaking into this base and slaughtering everyone inside??

Couldn't solve the console puzzle in the vault, looked it up, didn't understand the explanation, clicked some more and activated it by accident.

Shit, is this the same puzzle but on pillars?

I fell into the water and the game respawned me into the same fall -- but in the Nomad.

Jumped around and activated the bridge somehow, but the door behind it is still closed

How am I supposed not to fall from the pillars? It's impossible to know if you're jumping not far enough, too far, or not high enough.

Oh, here's that difficult sudoku. I spent like 15 minutes on it and still can't solve it...

Holy crap, I solved it! Took me about 25 minutes...

The purification field was already in the room when I closed the door on it...

Lmao apparently the main krogan on this planet is right in the starting zone... I searched the entire colony for him! And now, with the planet at 83% viability, I finally meet the guy I came here for :D

I clearly was meant to do all of this right in the beginning lmao. But I was in a rush to do Drack's mission...

Pressuring women into childbirth is bad enough in normal circumstances, but when children have about 1% chance of surviving? Back the fuck off.

Messages on the terminal are interesting. I don't like the confirmation of too-earthlike misogyny on Tuchanka, but at least things are getting better here. And I'm still impressed by the letters from the krogan engineer -- do other multiplayer character have presence in the main game too?

And here's the deal with the Remnant ship! I was waiting for the reason to visit it...

I like Morda. I hope I won't have to fight or depose her.

(Btw she's Norda in translation because "morda" means "face, mug")

It'd be much more fun to fight fiends if they weren't sync-killers. I can't even use a shotgun -- the entire fight consists of running away, throwing powers at them when at safe distance, turning around to run again, and if I'm very lucky, finding a moment for a sniper rifle shot a couple of times.

Btw this entire time I thought fiends were exalted eirochs -- but they're just a normal local species? What?

Lmao the viability is at 99% now

The Remnant Ship is a lovechild of the Collector ship/Derelict Reaper and all those veilfire dungeons from DAI

The Nomad looks bad in this planet's lighting... Or is it because I raised texture quality? On Eos and Voeld the entire hull looked the same, now I can see the difference between two areas.

Oh. Is this why I was supposed to break into the scavenger base lol

Well, this was a good planet to bring Drack and Peebee with you everywhere! Sorry Peebs, but even you didn't feel joy when we finally found that drive core after all the bloodshed; plus it's your own philisophy to look into the future instead of the past; plus we might find other Remnant ships but this diplomatic opportunity is huge and unique. It's a laughably small price to pay for so many good things -- not just the outpost, but paying our debts and renewing friendship with a good ally led by an admirable woman. This makes me feel really good, unlike Kadara. New Tuchanka in generally is a feel-good place. The krogan look more real with their occupations and interests, their reason for being here makes perfect sense unlike the rest of the Initiative, and they're happier than in the Milky Way (at least until the end of ME3. Yeah, they have the genophage here, but also the Reapers aren't killing and harvesting them, so I'll call it a draw).

Oh my god, the translators misread "fiends" as "friends"! "Even if it means taking out three friends at once"! L M A O

"We're all a little krogan in here" That sounds pretty racist, Ryder

Nexus

Wait, how is exile harsher sentence for Spender than jail? In exile he'd just be free to continue his racist criminal activities.

"It is the will to continue living" Ugh, don't give me that Padme bullshit

Eos

That's all? This short rude conversation is why Gil called me to meet his shitty friend?

Aw, Cora started a garden! Right on a nest of poison-spitting bugs, but still cute.

Just as I switch from Flamethrower to Annihilation, I get attacked by two fiends -_- Where's my biotic armor damage, Bioware?!

Btw the Nomad now looks plastic on Eos too :(

And here's the Architect! I avoided looking up videos because I wanted to find out how this fight goes by myself.

And of course, when I died the autosave was glitched and froze my entire game -_-

And it happened again -_- The cutscene doesn't start and I can't do anything

For fuck's sake, on its leg WHERE?

Managed to shot down a leg, got killed trying to shoot its head

Whoa, I won! Ate like 20 shield boosters, though. What a bullet sponge, I felt like I was doing no damage at all. And in the final section of the fight it spent like 5 minutes just shooting and throwing grenades at me without ever exposing the vulnerable spot, I thought that maybe the game just forgot to indicate it. I used Vanguard, Charge/melee/Lance for adds, gun/Lance/Charge for the Architect itself. For some reason it didn't occur to me to switch to Infiltrator or Soldier or even Explorer for sniping lol

Now that I finally leveled up Lance today, I tried a lot of setups... Flamethrower/Energy Drain/Lance (Sentinel), Annihilation/Energy Drain/Lance (Sentinel), Annihilation/Charge/Lance (Vanguard), Pull/Charge/Lance (Vanguard). Next time I'll try Singularity as the first primer. I don't have the final evolution of Annihilation yet, so it's not at full synergy. I really don't know what I like better -- ED/Sentinel or Charge/Vanguard. The latter is novaguard reborn, basically, but I already have one Vanguard profile, which is melee/tank oriented, and I don't want to remove Backlash, especially to replace it with a power that slows down Charge. Four favorites are not enough, Bioware! At least seven -- one for each profile. I still don't have a build for Remnant VI and I really want to use it! Btw, my final blow to the Architect was with Lance -- ending the testing session with style!

I can craft N7 armor X already! Wow. Why no level requirement? I'll replace my chestpiece -- massive buffs to biotics >> 4% XP. Don't know if I should disassemble my old armor or just buy more enhancements...

I just (re-)realized that Charge/Lance/asari sword is basically N7 Slayer... I definitely need that N7 armor!

I'm watching other people's Architect fights -- and turns out, Backlash can deflect its attacks! That's what I should have used as the third skill.

Not related at all, but I hate how people put spoilers in thread titles on Reddit :/ I guess the most obvious ones get filtered out, but indirect spoilers stay. "What are your theories about [thing]?" -- thanks a lot for telling me it won't be explained in the game, dude!! >:[

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