#otp: so maybe we should...make up for lost time?
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'Cause I believe we were supposed to find this...
#Timeless#timelessedit#Lyatt#Lucy Preston#Wyatt Logan#eloedits#otpsource#filmtvsource#filmtvdaily#filmtvcentral#tvarchive#otp: so maybe we should...make up for lost time?#Lyrics are from Taylor Swift's song Timeless#And if any swiftie sees this the show is really called Timeless#It's on Hulu in the US and the rest of the world should check Amazon Prime or Netflix
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OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.
💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)
I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.
🧑🏼🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)
Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.
📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)
I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.
🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)
October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.
❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)
Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!
🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)
This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!
🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)
Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.
🦦 Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)
This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.
💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)
OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.
🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)
This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.
🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)
I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.
🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)
I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.
🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)
This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.
🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)
Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*
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Two Birds One Storm
heyyyy this is my first fic in a while also it’s not finished yet this is only part one so it’s a quick read if you’re interested! <3 inspired by this prompt by otp-fanfic-ideas
“Oh my, would you look at that?”
Mac raised her head with a slight curious hum in her throat at the sound of her voice, she looked over to see her .. em.. friend, sitting by the window of her hut, which was being rapidly spotted with heavy raindrops, making an aggressive tap.. tap tap.. tap.. tap tap sound on the glass.
Mac felt startled, she could have sworn she calculated this weeks weather to a T, and all accounts showed nothing but sunshine, but sometimes Mother Nature had a way of being particularly unpredictable. Either that or she had miscalculated, but Mac would rather believe the first thing than the second one.
“Why, it’s just raining cats and dogs” Daphne tsked, still observing the grey sky and the cloudy mist that now covered the island.
“Oh aye” Mac agreed as she joined Daphne at the window, looking up to study the clouds herself. “And that great big one looks like a cumulonimbus. An et looks like there’s more rolling in fast as et is.”
Daphne looked at her, a little confused at first but trying her best to remember what kind of cloud that was. She had been getting used to Mac’s way of putting things into very technical terms, on top of her thick Scottish accent- of which both she found endlessly charming- and she would hate to make Mac repeat herself, as she often had to.
After a couple seconds, Daphne was almost certain she remembered. “That means uh.. thunder right?”
Mac smiled at her, and nodded in approval. She gave a little "mhm!" as in 'that's correct!'.
"I must say hen, you're catchin' on faster than Mr. Rhodes ever did. Yer a fast learner!" Mac praised her with an approving grin and a wink. Daphne felt a small sense of pride swell inside of her when Mac said that, partially because she liked the feeling of being better than Rocky at something, but also because she liked that Mac felt understood by her.
“Maybe because we spend so much time together" she giggled.
Mac felt a little bit of a rush from that, a warmth filled her cheeks as she nodded. "Aye, that too." She looked back out the window,
After a few moments of staring out into the rain, it slowly began to dawn on Daphne that her hut was all the way on the other side of town, and getting there would be like hell in just the rain alone, let along when the storm starts picking up. She gently cleared her throat and stammered "W-well, I-I should probably start headin' out now"
Mac was shocked, what on earth was she saying? She couldn't go out in this weather. "What? Now? I donnae think that's such a good idea, lass."
Daphne sighed "If I don't get goin' now I'm not gonna make it home" she said, shaking her head, "and I would hate to be a bother to you"
The rain started to pick up more, followed by a loud crash that startled the two. Both their heads turned quickly back to the window, and their eyes slowly travled upwards to see clusters of rain clouds, more and more packing in as if they all had a personal vendetta against this one specific chicken-housing island. They could see tiny flashes of light coming from between the cracks of plush looking grey forms in the sky, but it wasn't sunshine like one would hope, the flashes were erratic and white, the lightning had already begun to start up.
"Hen, I cannae let you go out in that, ye could ge'y knocked over by de wind, lost in all de fog, shrivel up like a wee raisin from all the rain, catch hypothermia-"
Daphne watched as Mac counted on her fingers all the possibilities she could face if she went outside at this time, in an effort to get her to stop, she placed her wings overtop of hers.
"Alright, alright, I get it, I just.." She paused, shifting in her seat and taking a breath “I just don’t wanna impose, that’s all”
Mac shook her head. “Even if that was, hen, there’s no wey that wee half-built bit wuld keep you warm enough in this.”
Daphne hummed, looking back outside as she saw the first bolt of lightening hit the water around the island. She wasn’t able to get out a response in time as Mac has already gotten up from her seat.
“Sit tight while I put de kettle on.”
As Mac left to the kitchen to get started, Daphne watched her with guilty eyes. She didn't know what it was, but everytime she was being waited on by someone, it always felt off. Wrong somehow. She hated making people go out of their way for her, she didn't like the feeling that she was causing trouble or making someone get up, even when it was a simple of a task as brewing tea. So, she quickly got up from her seat.
"Wait" She followed after her, Mac turned over her shoulder from where she stood, already at the counter with the kettle going, which had already begun to make its low steaming sound, a high pitched, barely audible 'phhhwwwwtttt' sound. Daphne came up beside her and plucked two tea bags from the little display Mac had placed on the kitchen top. Peppermint- Mac's favourite. "I'll get these for ya"
Mac smiled, holding out her hand to grab the two little bags. "Thanks hen" she said, reaching for them a bit further than she intended, and accidentally brushing her hand over Daphne fingertips.
phhhwwttt
Mac jolted, a gasp hitched in her throat. Her teeth clenched as she flinched her hand away, feeling that familiar warmth in her cheeks again. Her eyes flickered between her recoiled hand and Daphne’s face, hoping that she could read her expression just enough to predict what was going through her mind at that moment.
Ppppphhhwhwwttttt
Daphne wasn't all that suave either, she didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They wouldn't leave the spot on her hand that Mac accidentally touched, it was like she could still feel a ghost of what the sensation was like to have her feathertips brush hers. It was still warm. Still comfortable.
PPPPPHHHHWWWTTTTTTT
Her eyes darted back up to the maroon combed hen, who then turned away from her shyly and said in an awkward tone and held out her hand, palm up, instead for Daphne to place the bags in.
"Ah... sorry"
It was up until then that Daphne had completely forgotten about the tea.
“It’s alright…”
click
The water was ready.
#don’t feel pressured to read this lol I barely even read other peoples fics bc I’m lazy (I’m sorry)#I’m mostly just posting this for fun#even if ya just throw it a like I’ll appreciate it#self shipping#self ship#self ship community#self ships#self insert#self ship fanfiction#self insert fanfiction#self insert fic#chicken run#aardman#mac#lovebirds ♥️🐔
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https://x.com/vicshnei_art/status/1754166573160407063?s=46 stolas confirmed immortal which … im a bit confused by? like when/how does he stop aging? bc we did see him as a little kid???? like the sins i could see spawning fully grown but??? huh???
on the other hand my blitzfizz heart hopes that if stolitz has to be endgame, then maybe both of their royal sugar daddies can make them immortal so they dont have to worry about losing their best friend to mortality. then stolas dies bc fuck stolas.
Heck if I know. His character would have been hundred times more interesting if he actually was centuries old and Viv didn’t see that fanart. Stolas basically just stole Fizz’s role in the story as a childhood best friend tragically separated by cruel years and class differences, and that ticks me off.
Also the writing is kinda on the wall that Viv is going to make Stolas become mortal and join IMP so that the last barrier to her otp is destroyed at any cost. Even if it means sacrificing Octavias relationship with her father, Stolas only real loving connection with someone. Sigh. While Fizz will marry Asmodeus to become his queen for eternity. unless some Beetlejuice plot twist shenanigans are afoot and Stolas and Fizz do the old switcheroo to be reunited with their lost loved ones.
My blitzfizz heart hurts too because these two are gonna be eternally separated, like Lyle Lipton and Loopdee almost were.
Honestly Id love an AU where these guys are like a metaphor for them. Where it turns out Fizz isn’t some angel sent from above fuelled by romance (cough, royal male approval, cough) but like Blitzø he is also a crooked, hehe thief stealing jewels and crystals from the deadly sins. to give to struggling imps and family like Barbie Wire. Since Beelzebub is the source of addiction in hell, enabled Blitzos mental break, and likely effected Barb and Verosika so negatively, (two women Fizz should at least be acquainted with) I don’t see Fizz warming up to her. His inlaws are her and Mammon ffs, it’s looking bleak.
“fizz you no good heartless son of a bitch💚you were stealing from the blue bloods too?”
“You don’t make mountains of cash from flashy performances and technological advancements in robotics by not stealing from the rich! ‘Specially if you’re an imp!”
Aside, I’ll always miss the villain stolas we lost he would have been so cool if the instagrams and fujoshi didn’t ruin it. And I’m not trying to be rude to the insta because the show also destroyed them in a vice versa situation. Honestly I don’t know how the F they communicated so badly to each other
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Dear Star Wars Fans
It's Hot Take time with El.
I am sooooooo fucking sick of seeing these "Weh, Star Wars sucks now posts" or "Disney keeps putting out the bad stuff and is RUINING MY CHILDHOOD" posts.
It's legitimately like I'm being transported back to the '90s/early 2000s forums where endless fanboys were whinging over Lucus ruining Star Wars with the prequels. And BTW, they have not stopped in the past 20 years. They will continue to be pedantic and toxic and generally pessimistic about everything.
So to come to Tumblr and see that same mentality being shoveled about like three pounds of horseshit that cross my dash at least once a day. And well, I'm grumpy enough this afternoon to go off.
Hot Take Point One: Just because YOU don't like a show or a series doesn't mean your opinion is the majority. There is someone out there who loves the season you're proclaiming is the worst thing ever. That character you detest is someone's special blorbo and the ship you despise is someone's OTP. And that is okay; their tastes are entirely valid, and your experience is not universal. You are not a peerless bastion of flawless good taste and the supreme authority on Star Wars.
How do I know this? Cause you're on this hellsite and you like Star Wars.
I'm not naive enough to expect people to not bitch about and complain about things they don't like, and honestly, you're allowed to do that. I encourage you to do it. I want people to keep in the back of their minds that it's their opinion and that it's not universal. And their opinion is no better than another person's. Even someone who you think has a shitty opinion or ships something 'problematic'. If you're going to proclaim someone else has dogshit taste, I would encourage you to look into the mirror and realize someone else thinks your tastes are dogshit as well. And fuck right off with canon is the only real and valid opinion. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES DISNEY HAS CHANGED CANON? They can't make up their fucking minds; nothing is set in stone, so just enjoy what you enjoy and let other people enjoy what they want. We're all here because we supposedly love this fandom, right? I feel like people have lost sight of that point. We're supposed to love Star Wars, and it should bring us together as a fandom, not tear us apart. But that's a rant for another day.
Hot Take Point Two: Have a little appreciation and respect for the people working on these shows. Unless you are in the industry or working on said show, you probably don't understand the amount of work, effort, blood, sweat, and tears that goes into making these things. Some of these people grew up dreaming about working on a Star Wars IP. This is probably a dream come true for a lot of people working on these shows, and you're pissing all over those dreams for popularity points on the internet like this is fucking Reddit, and you're farming for upvotes. No, it's not perfect; yes, there are going to be shitty VFX and cringe as fuck dialogue.
It's not perfect, but they do their best with what they get handed. We had a saying in my old print shop, you can only shine up a turd so much. aka you take the shit you are given and you try and make it as polished and pretty as you can but at the end of the day you're working with the shit you were given. And I'm not saying these series are criticism proof or that you're not allowed to ridicule some of the terrible bad choices made.
I will go to my grave ranting about the ridiculous batshittery of fucking jetpack jousting in Mando S3.
Hot Take Point Three: I will also argue that there are good elements in every new Star Wars IP released by House of Mouse. Yes, even the one you hate down the cockles of your black heart. I challenge you to shut out the noise from Tumblr, the bandwagon hating on something, and go in trying to find something you enjoy in a season or an episode. Find, say, 5 things you enjoy or a character (even a cringy one) or a set piece you visually find interesting. Maybe a funny joke or even a special effect so ridiculously stupid you can't help but laugh. (I'm looking at you Ahsoka fighting god damn fighters with a lightsaber while on top of the Ghost zooming around at full cruising speed. It's so utterly preposterous I can't help but laugh and shake my head all at the same time.)
You don't have to post about it or speak about it to anyone don't worry your friends don't need to know you might secretly enjoyed something you all 'hated'. Though I would also challenge you to actually speak about it as well because...hear me out here, you might find NEW PEOPLE who enjoyed those same things you might make more friends in the fandom, shocking I know.
But just trying to FIND a positive thing in a show will give you a slightly more balanced relationship with how you consume it. Honestly, that's just general life advice you should try and take to heart. That's a freebie from your old Auntie El there.
It's so easy to be a negative, pedantic fan who hates what we claim to love. But by making the conscious choice to find something good in this so-called pile of shit in front of you, maybe your relationship with the IP will be a happier one. If nothing else, you'll perhaps get sparked and remember what made you love Star Wars so much in the first place.
So yeah, keep in mind your experience is not universal, even if you hate it, respect the time and effort it took to make it and try and find what sparked joy in you in the first place when interacting with the media.
Oh, one other thing? 20 years from now? You're prolly going to look back on these shows you hate and find yourself nostalgic and maybe even a little apologetic for how much you dogged on this stuff because there will be a whole new cycle of brand new IP people are creating where people are proclaiming THAT is the worst shit ever made and they don't make Star Wars content like they used to.
Cause that's just the human condition, and as someone who has been in this fandom for thirty years? I've seen that cycle replayed multiple times. We love the Prequels now, but twenty years ago, everyone hated them and thought they were ruining Star Wars. It doesn't get worse, it doesn't get better; we just grow older and learn to have a new perspective and learn to interact with the fandom in different ways.
I'm just begging you, please stop being negative, toxicly pedantic fans who just sit there tearing down everything and learn to interact with the thing you claim to love with...actual love.
#el's hot takes#this has been a rant#toxic fandom#star wars fandom toxicity#I'm preparing myself to be read to filth in my own notes#please come prove my point about fandom toxicity by telling me what a fucking idiot I am in the notes below#as a genuine fandom elder who has been interacting with this fandom for longer than some people here have been alive my goat has been got#also I am fully willing to accept my opinions are dogshit as well#and I'm completely wrong
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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Flesh & Blood”
The basics: Investigate a Navy wife fleeing the scene of her husband’s murder.
Written by: Chad Mazero co-wrote “Internal Affairs”, “Revenge Deferred”, “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, “The Noble Maidens” and “Pandora’s Box”. Wrote “Tidings We Bring”, “Can I Get a Witness”, “All Is Bright”, “Diamond in the Rough”, “High Society”, “Murder of Crows”, "Overdue" and "Sorry for Your Loss".
Directed by: Daniela Ruah directed “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “Lost Sailor Down”, “Pandora’s Box” (co-written by Chad Mazero) and “Live Free or Die Standing”.
Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed returns from season 11’s “High Society” as Roberta Deeks, Bar Paly returns from “Of Value” as Anastasia “Anna” Kolcheck, Natalia Del Riego is back from “Game of Drones” as Rosa Reyes, Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier is back from the previous episode “Dead Stick” as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr, Marnee Carpenter as Alice Morgan, Lauren "Lolo" Spencer as Ella and Rif Hutton as Navy Commander Albert Burns
Our heroes: Work with an abused wife to find some explosives while working through some home issues.
What important things did we learn about:
Callen: Waiting for Hetty to get married.
Sam: Worried that Callen is avoiding getting married.
Kensi: Feels like she’s not prepared for motherhood.
Deeks: Bad baseball game in June of 1990.
Fatima: Absent.
Rountree: Looking to put his Beale bucks to good use.
Kilbride: Not pleased with Deeks’s attitude about the Navy spousal abuse response.
What not so important things did we learn about:
Callen: Orphan.
Sam: Once again looking for a caretaker for Raymond.
Kensi: Hanging with Bertie, buying cleats with Rosa at the mall and negotiating teen angst.
Deeks: Owes Kensi for hanging with Bertie.
Fatima: Not around.
Rountree: Called “Shark Tank” by Shyla.
Kilbride: Not pleased with the Navy’s spousal abuse response in the cut scenes.
Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Don’t know but Anna wants her found so she can marry Callen.
Who's down with OTP: Anna and Callen are trying to negotiate their way around a wedding date. Kensi and Deeks are trying to negotiate their way around Bertie.
Who's down with BrOTP: With the teams mixing and matching all episode, not a lot of BrOTP time but Shyla worked well with all.
Fashion review: Callen starts the episode in a black running shirt and black shorts. Wears a button down medium blue shirt for the rest of the episode. Sam has a wine colored long-sleeve tee-shirt. Kensi is in a white tee-shirt with thin blue stripes. Cornflower blue long-sleeve tee for Deeks. Rountree is wearing a light brown long-sleeve tee. Kilbride is in his civilian uniform with a medium blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress-shirt, blue tie.
Music: Not today.
Any notable cut scene: Finally! As Rountree is packing up for the day, Shyla asks him if he wants to go out for some tacos. He can’t – he’s meeting with his friend David Packer about his investment money. Shyla asks him not to. Understanding that she may be overstepping, she knows Rountree has a real fire inside after what happened with Jordyn and the LAPD. The person Rountree needs to invest in is himself.
As they leave, Sam is find a caretaker for his Dad. The Admiral says that gets Sam a good night’s sleep. The Admiral also thinks Alice Morgan deserved better. The Admiral thinks maybe they should blow up the whole damn book on abuse cases. Then promises to if Sam tells anyone he said that, the Admiral would make sure Sam didn’t get a good night’s sleep ever again.
Quote: Deeks: So it's, uh... June 30, 1990. And my mom decides she wants to take me to watch the Dodgers play the Cardinals. And I will never forget that day.”
Alice: “I don't care about sports.”
Deeks: “That's funny, 'cause I don't care about sports either. No, the reason I remember it is because it was so hot. Like, L.A. had been coming off this massive heat wave and I can still see the ice cream cone melting as it's being passed down the row.”
Alice: “Now you want to talk about weather?”
Deeks: “Actually, I do, because...that is the other thing that I can still see from that day, is my mom. And she's sitting next to me in this 90-degree heat, except for the fact that she is wearing...she's wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. And she was covered up like that the whole entire summer. Not that it matters, because she couldn't cover the bruises on her face.”
Alice: “Did he spare you, at least?”
Deeks: “No. I mean, but I was a kid, right? Kids are supposed to have bruises. I'd just tell the teachers that, um...I got another fight in the playground. What do you tell people?”
Alice: “I don't have anyone left to tell. He made me push everyone away.”
Deeks: “Yeah, they do that.”
Runner up: Rountree: “Was all that true? About your dad?”
Deeks: “Every word of it.”
Anything else: At night in a suburban neighborhood, a woman is frantically packing her things. She gets a phone call from her father and tries to blow him off. Seeing her in a mirror, her clothes are covered with blood. Her father is recommending a Tom Hanks movie as she is trying to get him off the phone. She tells her father she loves him as she tries to leave the house. A man’s dead body is making it hard to open the door. But she succeeds.
Callen arrives home with two smoothies. He’s worn out which surprises Anna. She ran for six-miles, he “bailed” after two. Since the bagel place didn’t have bagels, he brought smoothies. Anna wanted bagels before her job interview that day. She also wants to pick a wedding date. Every time of the year Anna mentions, Callen has a reason not to get married at that time. She offers him an out when it comes to getting married. He wants to get married, Callen assures her, just find the right time to do it.
At the Blye-Deeks home, everyone is running around as the day starts. Rosa is missing her backpack. When Kensi tosses it, Deeks walks right into the tossed backpack. Rosa and Deeks review her latest assignment as they hustle to leave. Deeks gets a phone call – it’s Bertie. She’s been on the road for six months of “eat, pray and loving” her way across the country. Deeks thinks this is all TMI. After seeing “Nomadland”, Bertie rented out her apartment so she is going to crash at the Blye-Deeks residence. She needs someone to be there to let her in. Rosa really needs to leave for school so they are going to figure something out.
Walking near the gym, Shyla hears Rountree working out and quoting “300”. He’s working on an ancient martial arts technique to strengthen his grip and arms. When Rountree gets a text, he asks Shyla to look at his phone – they could have a case. Instead, Rountree has a text from “Packer” who is talking about his pants being on fire. Packer is a friend of Rountree’s from Quantico. Packer is starting a clothing line and Rountree is a possible investor. He’s looking to grow some of the money Eric left them all last year. After what happened to Rountree and Jordyn, he's looking to invest that money into a growing business. Shyla would have taken the Eric money and spent some time in Tokyo.
Sam has a call and so does the Admiral. Both are unhappy with their calls. Sam lost another caretaker for Raymond, NCIS is making Kilbride go through another round of approvals for expenses. Cranky men in Ops alert.
The Admiral looks around an empty Ops and wonders where is everyone. On the screen is the dead man blocking the door from the opening scenes. He is Lt. Jeff Morgan, an intelligence officer working out of a DoD Task Force. Morgan was stabbed several times. There are real concerns because Morgan was part of a team developing software to integrate intelligence gathered by all branches of the armed services. If an outsider or foreign government got access to that software, they’d have access all U.S. military intelligence. Sam asks if there are any suspects – China, Russia, Iran or Alice Morgan, Jeff’s wife. She’s was seen leaving the house at the estimated time of death.
In the office driveway, Kensi and Deeks are arguing about who is going to help Bertie unpack. Deeks is owed a favor by Kensi and he’s calling it in. She’s not interested in helping unpack all of Mama Deeks’s Michael Bublé fannish things. Besides, Deeks should help his mother. Callen arrives but isn’t interested in hearing any of this – he’s an orphan. Deeks says that funny, Callen doesn’t agree.
Sam joins the trio, the most we’ve seen of this foursome together in a while. He's been working since 8AM and everyone else just arrived. Callen and Sam are off to the boatshed to meet with Morgan’s CO, Sam would like Kensi and Deeks to join Rountree at the crime scene. Sighing Kensi mentions she has some accrued leave Kilbride wants her to take so she’ll help Roberta, get Rosa from school and Rosa can meet Bertie. Deeks tells Kensi he owes her.
At the house Morgan household, Rountree found a locked laptop – Shyla is getting a warrant to get in. Deeks is looking through some magazines while Rountree picks up the Morgans’s mail. One magazine has expensive furniture. Speaking of money, LAPD found a Rolex on Morgan’s wrist and a Lexus in the garage – this wasn’t a robbery gone bad. Rountree is confused – a junior officer like Morgan doesn’t make Rolex money.
Deeks flips through Morgan’s credit card bills – they are big. Since Alice Morgan didn’t have a job, the only way they could afford their lifestyle was if Jeff Morgan was selling military secrets. Deeks sees that the credit card bills include electronic toll charges – an EZ Pass. They can find Alice Morgan’s location that way.
In the boat shed, Morgan’s CO, Commander Burns, is not thrilled to be there. There are cellphones for meetings like this. He should be in his office dealing with the fallout from the tragedy of Morgan being killed and not sitting in the boatshed – a “Bubba Gump’s”.
Sam asks about the software. According to Burns, it tracks everything from emails between intelligence offices to weapons and ordnance use and supplies. Morgan was doing data analytics for the team but a month ago, he started visiting weapon manufacturers to make sure their software would work the with military’s new software. Burns really didn’t have much of an opinion of Morgan except he was a good kid. With hundreds of men under his command, he really didn’t know much about him. He remembers Alice Morgan was quiet and unfriendly. Burns is done with Callen and Sam. He’ll answer any other questions by phone – he has work to do. Callen and Sam want to check into Morgan’s travel vouchers to see where he went and who he saw.
In Ops, Shyla was able to get into the locked laptop but most accounts were logged out. She was able to get into Alice Morgan’s text messages – the laptop and Alice’s phones were synced up. There was a confirmation code for a company called Home Connection – discrete vacation rentals. Shyla finds Alice Morgan booked a home on Larchmont an hour after she was seen leaving her home the night before.
In Larchmont, Rountree is really impressed with the area. Good investments homes, water views – Rountree is talking about investments when Deeks says “Alice Morgan” who he sees leaving the rental house. Rountree says “Alice Morgan” which has the same effect of yelling “federal agents” since Alice starts to run. After she throws a branch cutter at Deeks, Rountree gets her to stop as she’s climbing a fence. She is armed but surrenders.
In interrogation, Deeks is on the right side of the table while Rountree is in the corner. Deeks is rattling on about the “Chose Your Adventures” books when Rountree says they have witnesses who saw her flee the scene of a murder. Rountree and Deeks can sit with Alice in interrogation all day or they can help her. Alice wonders where they were six months ago when she asked for help. Deeks wants to know what happened six months ago. Alice says she talked and talked and talked and nobody wanted to help. She moves in her chair, making sure her jacket and long sleeves cover her arms. An obviously bothered Deeks wants to take a break. He’s getting everyone coffee.
Callen and Sam return to the office. Cheryl, Raymond’s latest caretaker who is very into birds according to Callen, quit when Raymond started talking about war pigeons. Mentioning that Raymond’s previous caretaker quit when he wouldn’t ride in her Mazda – Raymond likes American-made cars – Callen thinks Sam is avoiding the real issue. Sam loves this conversation because Callen is all about avoiding issues…like his wedding date. Sam is sure Anna will understand whatever is holding Callen back. The Admiral walks by – everyone to Ops.
Shyla tells an arriving Callen and Sam that Alice Morgan isn’t talking. Commander Burns sent over Morgan’s travel vouchers. Comparing the travel vouchers to Morgan’s EZ-Pass charges, “something is rotten in Denmark” according to Shyla. Morgan visited a number of companies that made high-grade military explosives. After every meeting, he would go someplace 20-miles past his home. Using Kaleidoscope, Morgan is seen driving into a storage facility in El Monte two-days before he was killed. Sam gets a call from the caretaker agency. He’s taking it outside of Ops.
Deeks returns alone to interrogation with a cup of coffee for Alice. He explains it is June 30, 1990 and his mother takes him to a Cardinals-Dodgers game. He remembers that day. Alice doesn’t care about sports. Deeks doesn’t either but he will always remember that day. It was so hot. Ice cream cones were melts as they were being passed down the row. Alice doesn’t want to talk about the weather either. Deeks does. Because all he really remembers from that day – his mother wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. Not that it really mattered – she couldn’t cover the bruises on her face. She wore clothes like that for the entire summer.
Alice asks if “he” spared Deeks. Deeks says no but kids are supposed to have bruises. He would tell the teachers he was fighting in the playground. “What do you tell people?” Alice said she had nobody to tell. Her husband made her push everyone away. Deeks asks how long has the abuse been going on. Physically, Alice tells him, three-years. “Mentally, who knows.” She doesn’t have access to their bank account. Morgan controlled every part of her life.
Deeks asks if a few months ago, she told the Navy. There was a military hotline and she called. She didn’t hear back. She filed a report with the family advocacy center who told her they’d look into it. Deeks has to asks and understands if she did – did Alice kill her husband? She didn’t – she found him dead when she arrived home. What surprised Alice was even after everything he did, she tried to save him. It doesn’t surprise Deeks.
Deeks asks why did she run. Alice explains that her husband was a valuable asset to the military, “I’m not.” She was afraid her reports would be used as motive. She asks for a few minutes and Deeks agrees. As he’s leaving, she mentions that her husband would smell like motor oil after he returns from his business trips.
At home, Bertie is telling Rosa about skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn off the Strip in Vegas. Kensi isn’t thrilled. Rosa is really entertained. She would like to see Adele in Las Vegas, a friend has a condo and the family would let her use it. The friend, Tay, is from her calculus class and Bertie is down on calculus. With a disastrous marriage, three dead-end jobs and a brush with a pyramid scheme, she never used the Pythagorean theorem. That’s really geometry, Kensi notes but Rosa is in love. Bertie is the coolest. Since Rosa needs to soccer cleats, she asks Kensi to take her and Tay to the mall. Bertie moves on to a story about taking a sound bath behind a DQ in Marfa.
At a storage unit facility, Callen, now teamed up with Shyla, is brought to Jeff Morgan’s storage unit by the manager. The place was cleaned out but still smells like almonds and motor oil – explosives manufacturers put the scent into their product on purpose. Callen finds a small piece of C-4. Shyla doesn’t think Morgan was killed for the software, he was killed after using his access to these explosive manufacturers to procure some product. Callen worries about where the explosives are now.
The woman managing the storage unit place wants all the inside scoop if there is a dead body – she has a true crime podcast. Three men were removing boxes from the back of the storage facility when the woman started her shift. She doesn’t have access to the video surveillance, however, only her boss can do that. Shyla wants the woman to call her boss – they need the footage now. Shyla is also going to contact Commander Burns to figure out what is missing.
In Ops, Kilbride confirms that Alice Morgan contacted the military abuse hotlines to Deeks and Rountree in the boat shed. The people running the hotlines say they take all abuse complaints seriously but there wasn’t enough information to move it to NCIS. The Pentagon invested $1-billion to remedy this situation after past failures. Deeks wonders how much of that money could have been saved if this was a priority from the start. The Admiral is not pleased with Deeks’s statement. He says since Alice didn’t kill her husband, figure out if she knows who did and disconnects.
Looking at Deeks, Rountree asks how much of the story he told Alice was true. “Every word of it,” is Deeks’s reply.
Bertie finished doing laundry though Kensi out of the dryer sheets. Asking for Rosa, Kensi explains that she’s negotiating between Tay and a friend over a disagreement. She also tells Bertie that she doesn’t have to do laundry. Bertie missed doing the laundry. Kensi tries telling her mother-in-law that she and Deeks missed her but Bertie knows better.
Bertie also knows Kensi is feeling a bit overwhelmed by parenthood. Kensi notes that she’s not “technically” Rosa’s parent. Bertie asks Kensi if she loves Rosa and wants to keep her safe. Kensi does on both. Bertie follows up - does Kensi fear she isn’t doing enough even though she’s exhausted from doing too much. “Every single morning.” Bertie doesn’t care about “technically” – Kensi is Rosa’s parent. Kensi spent her entire NCIS career being one step ahead of everyone else. She thought she could do that with being a parent. She couldn’t.
Bertie offers some words of wisdom from her mother about being a parent – it’s like being pecked to death by a chicken. That’s not helpful.
Shyla has news for “Shark Tank” – Rountree. She’s sending video of the three men who took the explosives from the storage unit but the footage is awful. Rountree goes into interrogation to see if Alice knows any of the men. Alice recognizes one of the men – she met him at a wine festival. She remembers the date – it was her birthday. She thought he was doing something nice for her birthday. Obviously not. As Rountree goes to tell Shyla, Alice asks Deeks what happened to his father. Deeks tells her he shot him and two weeks later, he was in jail.
Callen and Shyla return to the office. She gets a call as she returns to Ops, Callen goes to see Sam in the bullpen. They are on a video call with Commander Burns. He assures Callen and Sam that he’s been working with ATF. 15 to 25 pounds of C-4 is missing with a lot of blasting caps and detonation cord. Callen asks abuse complaints about Morgan. Burns did not have enough evidence to move forward. Before Callen and Sam could press him, Shyla needs them in Ops. They quickly end the call but promise to call back.
In Ops, Shyla found Morgan had several bank account Alice Morgan knew nothing about. Several of them received $9,000 deposits in the prior week – a transaction amount just under the amount of money a bank would have to report to Feds. Met World Holdings sent the money. It is owned by an Ivan Parson, who looks like one of the man in grainy video. Met World Holdings is an import/export business – they move fine foods and fine wines. Parson is connected to extremist groups in Ireland, Germany and Indonesia.
The Admiral is looking for a sitrep. Met World Holdings has an unoccupied space in Hollywood. Deeks is getting Alice to a safe house so Callen, Sam and a seven-minutes out Rountree are at the unoccupied space. The Admiral reminds everyone that the job is to get back the explosives without blowing up a city block. The only way LA is going down in flames is if the Admiral has the match.
Callen and Sam move near the building. They can see some shelves of items and a man but he’s not Parsons. Going through the back door, Callen and Sam see Parsons. Sam throws a wine bottle to get one of the men’s attention. Sam quickly takes him out but makes enough noise to get Parsons and a minion to run. Callen tackles the friend but Parsons gets to his vehicle. An arriving Rountree stops him but Parsons throws his bag of explosives in the air and shoots them. That sends Rountree flying but Sam takes down Parsons with ease.
As Parsons is being taken away, Callen tells Sam and Rountree that Morgan wanted to back out of the deal but Parsons already paid for the explosives. Morgan was either scared or greedy. He also wasn’t as tough as he thought he was.
Deeks joins Bertie on the back porch. They share a couple of beers as Bertie asks if he got all the cats out of the trees. Deeks said he did his best. Deeks wants to talk about “Dad”. Bertie isn’t interested in her past. Deeks doesn’t think that’s fair – it is their past. He only wants to know how she made it through. “Vicodin and Sally Jessy Raphael,” is her answer. She doesn’t know.
Bertie explains that Deeks’s father took everything from the two of them, including the person Bertie used to be. But when he was gone, with Deeks’s help, she got that person back. She’s made a lot of mistakes since that in her life but it is her life. Deeks approves.
Kensi and Rosa join Deeks and Bertie on the patio. They’re just back from the mall. Rosa would like to visit San Francisco and Deeks is all in on that. Bertie invites herself – she knows a thruple up in Barstow that can rent then an RV. Deeks is horrified by his mother being in a thruple. Bertie assure him she’s not a part of the thruple, she just knows one.
Anna returns home. She thought they were going to dinner but Callen has a candles and some wine. He also got bagels. He loves Anna and he’d marry her tomorrow. When they get married, he wants to be surrounded by everyone that means everything to them. Arkady and Hetty are part of the package. Anna isn’t happy but Callen explains Hetty has been in his life from the beginning. He can’t get married without her. She has more of the story and he needs her to tell it. If he doesn’t do this, Hetty will always be the other person in the room. He doesn’t need a lot more time but Anna is giving him all the time he needs. She only asks the he tell the truth, even with it is hard, especially when it is hard. He promises he will.
What head canon can be formed from here: While the case of the week wasn’t much, that felt intentional. The guys who stole the explosives were plot points. They weren’t the typical bad guy – they were a bunch of dudes. The hour instead was about family relationships. It started with the Kolcheck-Callen and Blye-Deeks households, moved to Rountree talking about his sister, Sam with his father and then the case of the week.
This was a terrific Deeks episode. Light and goofy dad/husband at home, sad and serious with Alice and later with the Admiral, Rountree and Bertie. There should be a bonus for the person who decided Pamela Reed would work as Deeks’s mom. Just as light and goofy she could be in most of the episode, she was sad and serious near the end. That scene with them alone wasn’t just family, it was two survivors who built themselves the lives they enjoy.
For a program and an NCISVerse that is mostly pro-military, there was a real sense of disgust by Deeks and disappoint/disgust late in the episode by the Admiral over the handling of Alice’s abuse case.
Loved the explosion that sent Rountree flying – that’s the show I know and love.
Episode number: Episode 307 overall, the fifth episode of season 14.
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I was wondering, do you have a ranking for Kotone ships? I assume Shinjiham is number 1, but I'm curious since you mentioned you liked them all
HMMMM maybe? I mean like I pretty much like all kotone ships since I'm biased and I like her althoughhh honestly some ships I just see more on platonic side but I salute anyone that ships her with a rare pair (provided its just not something entirely weird or borderline illegal lol)
Anyway, here's pretty much my ranking and thoughts for each ships lol:
1) Shinjiham - First of all, god Atlus doesnt FUCK AROUND with his SL route and it's so out of their fucking mind for Atlus to not let the girlies write for the romances in other persona ever again cuz WHAT THE FUCK???? They really fucking cook with his and Ryoji's SL its fucking sweet yet so tragic I just cant fucking take it anymoreeee 😭😭😭 and it fucking hurts me that even when you ended up not dating him, you can clearly see just how in love he is with Kotone like fuck man it hurtss
I am just such a sucker for the broody bf x cheery gf trope but they had me in my tits when they laced it with angst it had me bawling by the end of it. I really appreciate how in femc's route we finally get to see his true character like god before P3R we really only know him as that mean looking guy with a tragic broody past and he tries to make things right before its too late but we dont also see him trying to be better other than tiny mentions of it so when he is gone we dont feel bad other but P3P hooo boyyy shits fucked me up I miss him I miss my wife and even when I get to save him, even when he finally gains the reason to survive and have meaning to live, when the person that gives him that reasoning is gone, it fucking hits me like a truck man and that truck decides to reverse and run me over again. Absolutely spectacular shipping 11/10 dont fucking do that ever again Atlus I have inherited hypertension from my dad
2) Akiham - This is actually my initial otp before I blasted and fried my brain with foolmoon content. I was actually surprised to see this side of Aki where instead of him looking like he gets thing under control and cool all the time, he is just so clueless socially and every rank of him had me go "Holy shit he's autistic he's just like me frrrrr" like I didnt expect him to have awful social cues like me hskskssksk I also love how really cute the entire rank is like this boy is 18 and never dated anyone yet he is so sweet and thoughtful I almost forgot he probably learned this from the seventeen magazine in his room lmfaoo I love them they're the most tamed yet cute pair but also bittersweet and sad thinking that he lost everyone that he loves even after he proclaimed he will protect her ugh im in painnn
3) Theoham - I love how silly the entire route is! Its fun and relaxed and oh god what is up with everyone with white hair has autism in this game??? His lines are fucking bonkers it had me in tears and I cant even believe this man also manage to make me feel things about exposing one's hand after seeing it gloved for so long. Again Atlus please let the girlies cook again for the new persona i am begging you
4) Hamugis - idk if it was Atlus intention or not to make her pan but god I love this so much! Her entire route is her adjusting to being human and gaining human emotion gradually and I just really think its so beautiful when she said she doesnt even care if Kotone's a girl or a man she will still love her (Im sure she really meant it to be platonic and she pretty much mixed romantic and platonic but also that confession at the roof doesnt help at all I genuinely think she's in love with femc) and towards the end when she cried I can hear how human she is briefly like oh god I cant believe Atlus invented yuri
5) Yukaham - they're besties and she mentioned she wants a bf before okay whatever BUT I just refuse to believe she's into men honestly and she probably just wants a bf because thats what she believes girls should be (like obsessing over boys and such) and shes a girly girl so she should like boys, right?
Im not forcing anyone my HC at all so just ignore this if you want. Im writing this because the worm in my brain tells me to do it and i am also projecting myself here but like I just like the idea of Yukari feels conflicted about her sexuality because she's a girly girl and her liking girls doesnt fit the status as a girly girl but when she meets Kotone and she is feminine and likes girls stuff too but also a tomboy and doesnt really care much about the identity of being a girly girl and finds herself enamored towards her, she admits to her one day that she's having conflicted feelings about her and the other girls she finds oddly attracted to and Kotone's probably like "You should try to kiss me and see if you feel anything about it" and AKXHEIQPAUSQPAJQL oh god the thought of Yukari not knowing she's a lesbian and struggling to accept her identity as a lesbian is just so AAAAAAA i need more Yukaham content maybe I should draw them together
6) Mitsuham - I totally understand people's vision with Mitsuham. Actually at this point, you guys can see how Kotone brings impact to everyone in the team and towards the end of the game, everyone either finds a meaning to live or finally able to open up to each other but anyway shhh lets ignore the overall grim lore of this game and just focus on Mitsuru as a person instead. I really love the idea that Kotone introduce a lot of new things to Mitsuru since despite how rich and influential she can be, due to the responsibility and burden she has to hold at a very young age, she didnt get to experience what life is as a normal teenage girl so I just love the thought of Kotone teaches her what it feels to be a normal teenage girl like and gives her a glimpse of what it feels if she wasn't a Kirijo in the first place. Again, just a HC but like I think it would be so fun of Kotone and Mitsuru just sneaks out at night after she convinces her to forget her responsibility for a moment and loiters around town until it's the dark hour and Mitsu just freaks out because she was too distracted by having fun and being distracted by her duty and she was like I cant afford being normal, not in this world and not when she bears the name of Kirijo and oh god did I accidentally turn this into angst???? ANYWAYS yes I understand Mitsuham
7) Ryoham - Okay I have to admit, as much as bittersweet and tragic their whole relationship is (like the fuck as going on in Atlus' HQ when they wrote "Please touch me. Make sure I exist." Like ????) I'm just not into Ryoji much because of a personal reason but also like I love it when people draw them in an alternate universe where they meet again like I really believe in another life, they really do would fall for each other again ;w;
8) Juntone - Honestly I just see them as platonic but I saw this one Juntone shipper on twt before and I cant stop thinking of them whenever I have to think of this pair. Like okay shh imagine if Kotone isnt dead in the end but both of them still lost Chidori and Shinji, I know they both understands the pain but like if lets say they find confort in each other and down the line they do fall in love, I just think its really beautiful. Maybe not immediately but when years later theyre reunited and open up about their grief and still having a hard time to move on, I know they would clung on to each other just to feel absolutely alright because nobody can understand the circumstances they fall into.
Anyway, that's pretty much my ranking. I really do love and understand why people would love her with other pairing like I am all game but the ones I am pretty much very obsessed with is Shinjiham and Akiham while the others are more of an afterthought to me.
#actually tbhthe other reason I like Shinjiham is because Kazuya Nakai voiced Shinji and I am actually and honestly in love with Roronoa Zoro#and I have no shame to admit I just play Shinji japanese dub video before bedtime just to put myself to sleep#but anyway thank you for this ask its so fun to write my thoughts about each kotone pairings#like at the end of the day idc what her pairing is#i just want my girl to be loved and be happy#asukaspeaker#anon#ask
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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 5
Series Masterlist
Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.
(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like)’
Story Summary: Kaila knew she should have made up an excuse and pushed him away, but she knew she couldn't patch him up alone. She just hopes Foggy isn't going to pass out before strangling her father or herself (Set during S1E9 ,E10 & E11, "Speak of The Devil", "Nelson V Murdock" & “The Path of The Righteous” ).
Date: 10/7
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 9941 (Another long one, my friends)
Warning: Karedevil (My OTP); Changing POVs (?); Possible OOC (?); Lots of Blood; Traumatic Moments; Brief mention of Rape; Possible Medical Inaccuracy; Talks of Lying and Betrayal; Lots of Angst; References To Possible Abandonment; Panic Attacks; Talks of Disability; Talks About Dying/Murdering; Matt Being a Bad Dad (?); Slight Child Neglect; Kaila Being Drugged/Kidnapped. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
A/N: So, so sorry this took forever! I wrote most of the story and then I was having a bit trouble editing it. Plus, I just got done having Lasik and is in bed rest, so forgive me if there are some typos.
Everything was a giant blur from Josie’s to his friend’s apartment.
How he even got there without blacking out was beyond him, and maybe it was just the alcohol controlling his every move and thoughts, but he was burning with sadness and anger at what had occurred hours beforehand. He felt mentally drained. The fact that an innocent woman has lost her life because they told her to keep fighting struck him hard.
But he was not going to give up now. He -They- can’t let Fisk win.
His fist pounded against the banged up door, hoping his voice wouldn’t quiver too much.
“Matt!” He yells, but the courage dies down as soon as he mutters his friend’s name. “Come on, Matt. I need to talk to you, Matt. Or… Kai, if you’re only there, can you let me in? I gotta… I need to talk to your dad.”
He chuckles nervously, sadly, when he receives no answer, but prays someone’s still there. “We need to keep going, Matt. We gotta nail that bastard to the wall.” He bares his teeth, anger coming back. “We gotta make him pay… for Elena… for everything.”
He heard what sounded like a crash coming on the other side, making him straighten up, spiraling emotions changing to concern. His brows pinched together, mind reeling at what could’ve just happened.
“Matt? Are you okay in there? Kai?” He calls out, and starts fiddling with the door knob, not budging at all.
Damn it! Why did I forget the spare key?! He scolds himself.
He tries one last time, pulling and shouting, “Murdocks?!”
When he didn’t get any indication they were okay, he turns and runs up the stairs for the roof. His heart was immediately in his throat, his palms sweaty, the alcohol induced fog was starting to lift and as the dam of bad thoughts came crashing through.
He threw open the second entrance of his friend’s apartment, staring down into his pitch black living room. His eyes squinted as he tried to spot any kind of movement, but he was missing some key problems in the house that he wouldn’t discover until later (like the broken furniture and/or missing furniture).
"Kai? Matt? It's me.” He calls out, cautiously, worriedly. “I heard a crash.”
He got no answer as he slowly wandered down the stairs, still looking around for any shadows. He was practically gnawing at his cheek, hands shaking as they slid down the railing.
“Not like the fun, sexy-time kind, But…” He continues, getting closer to the bottom. “More like the… I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up variety." He frowns. “Sorry… you had to hear that, Kai, I just—”
On the last step, his foot nearly went straight through the floor. He takes a step up backwards, spotting that the last stair had been shattered by some unknown force. If his heart wasn’t already pounding like a drum then it sure is now. That’s when he starts to notice the out of place things, growing paler as he hops to the floor, frantically looking around.
Worriedly scaredly he grabs his friend’s guiding stick, holding it up like it was a baseball bat. He swallows, and announces, “If anyone who’s in here is not supposed to be, I will mess you up. I’m not kidding.”
He sounded nervous, sure, who else wouldn’t be? There was this potential that he was all alone with—
Then, a shadow from his left grew, and it was groaning quietly. Painfully. He watches as the man from the newspaper comes strolling out of the bedroom, one arm cradling their stomach.
He surely feared the worst at this point.
"Where are they?” He says, trembling hands tightening his hold. “What have you done to the Murdocks?"
As soon as he said those words, the figure stumbled forward, and collapsed. Still tensed, yet almost surprised that that happened, he heedfully uses the stick to give the figure a couple of pokes, which got no response but he could see the chest moving very, very slowly.
“Shit…” He mutters, dropping his ‘weapon’.
He kept his eyes trained on the figure while he fished out his phone, dialing three numbers, letting it ring. But as the light from his phone illuminates the room, he finally has a real good look at the man in the mask. Besides being covered in blood, he could make out the figure’s five o’clock shadow, with a jawline he felt like he had seen before.
Whether he was just being stupid, or maybe it was just his curiosity speaking, or his gut was telling him to hang up, but he did. He felt himself drawn to this man, mindfully looking over the injuries as he crouched down. Soon—
He took off the mask.
And that felt like a ton of bricks hitting the back of his skull.
A gasp fell from his lips as he leaned back.
No. No way… He tells himself, his brows scrunching together.
“Matt?” He said, wondering if he said his name out loud that it wouldn’t be true. There’s no way his best friend’s the—
“F-Foggy?”
Foggy’s heart skips a beat (and maybe there was a bit of relief hearing her). He lets his head snap towards her way, watching as she looks just as surprised, and scared as she is as she clenches what could be medical supplies in her arms. He makes a quick look over, noting she looked unharmed, just extremely pale and frazzled.
But is she even real? Foggy feels himself blinking a few times, checking if she really was.
“Kaila?” He said, and started looking between the two. There was still no way this was happening. “What… What is… H-How…?”
God, his chest was starting to feel so tight.
The young girl started shaking her head. “F-Foggy. Foggy l-look…” She begins, setting the things aside and coming his way. She makes sure she has his attention. “Look at me. I-I know this looks bad, and I-I promise I-I’ll explain everything afterwards, b-but you have to help me.”
His heart tightened at her words, the desperate tone. The lawyer finds himself between two worlds that were pulling on him hard. His eyes kept going back and forth again with disbelief because he still couldn't wrap his head around this. He wanted to just keep staring at his friend, but his niece was always bringing him back.
“Foggy! Please! Please. I’m begging you. Please.” Kaila pleads, tears in her eyes that he wanted to wipe away (He hated when she cried). “Please, help me. Please.”
Foggy looked at Matt again, it was almost less painful to look at him then a crying child. But still… They were both so chilling to see.
God, Matt. Is this what you’ve been doing to her? He mentally asks, and exhales rigidly.
He blink away the salt building his eyes, before locking eyes with her, trying to be the strong adult here, and says,
“Give me the first aid kit.” He watches her freeze, almost stunned by his answer (Did she really think he wouldn’t help?). “Kaila! The first aid kit!”
She jerks up to a standing position. “Right. Right. Right! Shit! Um–”
She scrambles back to where she dumped all the items, grabbing everything she could again as Foggy started to peel up Matt’s shirt. He nearly gags as the red ooze drips off the fabric, and from the smell of dirty water.
“Uh…” Foggy groans, swallowing the heavy bile in his throat. “Oh… please tell me your dad is just a nighttime swimmer.”
Kaila drops to her knees beside him, also swallowing as she attempts to keep her cool. “Okay, let’s see.”
“Kai, these are extremely deep.”
“I-I know! I Just… uh…” She starts fiddling around for the sewing kit. “I-I think I have enough to sew him all up.”
Foggy’s eyes widened. “What?!” He said, flabbergasted. “You’re not sewing him up!”
“Why not?! I’ve done it before!” Kaila retaliates.
“What?! Since when?!”
“Since my fucking father decided to do this! Now, go get me a washcloth.”
“No!” He yells back, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no, no. NO.”
She casts him a look of confusion and frustration. “Foggy?!”
“No, Kai! No! I mean— Jesus! He’s–” Foggy uses his clammy hands to check his friend’s pulse below his ear. There was a tiny, tiny flutter. “Shit. He needs to go to the hospital!”
It was her turn to shake her head. “No! No, He can’t go to the hospital!”
“He needs professional help! Not a quick patch up by an almost fifteen year old!”
“Foggy! He’s–”
“Kai. Hospital. He needs a hospital. Jesus–” He stands up bitterly, pulling out his phone again. “I’m going to call.”
“No!!” Kaila yells, bolting up and latching her hand on his bicep. “Foggy, listen, he… um…” Her eyes widened. “Wait. You said professional! That’s it!”
“What? What’s professional?”
“Th-That uh, that um, lady! The one you call Hottie McBurner-Phone! She’s…”
“She’s what?”
“She’s a nurse! That's why my dad gave her a phone! Just in case! I just need to find it! Um…” She cusses under her breath, gripping her hair as she racks her brain. “Shit, shit. Where did he put it? Um…”
Foggy practically broke seeing how messed up she looks like right now. So beyond scared. So pale and red eyed. This…
This isn’t right. He clenches his jaw, and was a split second of way disobeying her to call an ambulance before–
“Un… Und… Under th-the… f-floor…” Matt whispered out the blue.
“Matt?” Foggy chokes out in surprise.
“Un… under the fl-floor b-board. B-Bedroom…”
Kaila perks up. “Right. Right! I’ll call her!” She says, and bolts into the bedroom.
“F-F-Foggy…” Matt slurred, getting his friend’s full attention.
The lawyer crawled closer, touching his shoulder gently. “Matt? Buddy? You with us?” He asked, worriedly, but all he got was a groan in response. “Come on, Matty, stay awake. Stay awake until that nurse friend of yours gets here.”
But his friend never opened his eyes. Instead, he just laid concernedly still. Foggy gives him a nudge, calling out his name.
“Shit!”
“She’s on her way!” Kaila said, running back to their sides. “How’s dad?”
“Out of it again. He won’t respond. He’s…” Foggy checks his pulse once more, barely getting a flutter. “He’s barely hanging on.” He runs his hand through his hair. “God, he needs a hospital. How long until she gets here?”
“She says she doesn’t live that far. Probably ten, fifteen minutes, give or take.” She replies, voice shaking.
“Well… do you know what she looks like? A name?”
“No.”
“No?” He sighs heavily. “Jesus Christ. Matt didn’t tell you anything?!”
She hits him in the arm. “Will you stop yelling at me! My dad hardly tells me anything nowadays.”
His shoulders immediately slacked, guilt gnawing at him as he mentally cursed at himself.
Why to go, Nelson. You’re the asshole now.
He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just really stressed and upset, and I’m taking it out on you.” He replies, bowing his head in shame. “But as we’re both waiting, let’s take his shirt off. It’ll make it easier for the nurse.”
“Okay.” She says, nodding. “I’ll grab some scissors so we don’t have to move him too much.”
“Good Idea.”
She starts searching around in the first aid kit, eyes soon finding the shiny black scissors. She hands it over to Foggy who carefully starts cutting Matt’s shirt open.
“I’ll work on the shirt, you start taking boots off, then work on the pants.” Foggy begins, eyes plastered on his task. “We gotta see if he has any more injuries.”
She does what she’s told, quickly loosening the laces on her father’s boots just enough to slip them off before doing his socks. Meanwhile, Foggy had cut the whole thing open, and was slowly sliding the shredded fabric off his friend’s muscular arms and pulling it out from underneath him. Kaila manages to get the belt off when they hear a round of knocking.
“Go get it.” Foggy said, resuming the task for her. “I’ll finish up.”
Kalia springs up to her feet, running to the door and opening it on the second round of knocking. She was met with a very beautiful woman who had nothing on but some pajama pants and an oversize sweatshirt. She seemed surprised by the quick response.
“Um… Sorry!” Kaila said, opening the door more. “I'm a little out of it. Are you the nurse friend?”
The woman blinks, seemingly confused. “Uh, yes. I’m Claire.” She said with a little smile. “I’m assuming you’re Matt’s daughter?”
The teenager tilts her head. “He’s told you about me?”
“A few times after we got to know each other.” Claire gestures to the inside. “May I?”
“Oh… yes! Of course.” Kaila steps out of the way to let her in before shutting the door. “Now, uh, I must warn you, Miss Claire. A friend of my dad’s is here right now, and um… my dad never told him about his nightly activities. So excuse his outbursts, he’s just… stressed right now.”
Claire nods in understanding. “Sounds like your father.”
“I guess you really know him then.” Kaila gestures for her to follow. “We took most of his clothes off to make it a little easier for you. Hope that was the right call.”
“It was.”
Foggy looks up from his spot on the floor after discarding Matt’s pants, leaving the beaten man only in his boxer. Claire held back a gasp as she crouched down next to him.
“What the hell happened?” She asked, checking his pulse.
“I-I don’t know.” Foggy replies, watching her carefully, concernedly.
“I know my dad mentioned something about going after Fisk. But I’m not sure if this is his doing or somebody else's.” Kaila explains, before feeling her Uncle’s eyes on her.
“Fisk? Matt was going after Wilson Fisk?” He asked with anger not towards her.
“These wounds look like knives. Or swords, maybe.” Claire says, ignoring the obvious tension in the air. “Has he coughed up any blood?”
“Not that I know of.” Kaila replies, thinking back.
“Well just in case he has some internal bleeding, we’re going to turn him on his side.” She locks eyes with the other adult. “Mr…?”
“Foggy.” He says, earning a nod.
“Foggy? Okay. I need you to turn and hold him on his side while I patch him. And sweetheart-” She looks at the teenager. “Go grab some towels for me.” Kaila leaves to do so, while Claire pokes around the near dead man some more. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Do you think he needs a transfusion?” He asked while turning Matt on his side, keeping him still.
“Maybe.” She replies, pulling out her sewing kit. “Do you know his blood type?”
“Uh… A negative.”
“A Negative? That’s a little rare.”
“Got the towels.” Kaila said, kneeling back down.
“Good.” Claire said, threading the needle. “Do you happen to have the same blood type as your Father?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Okay, then. Be on standby, I might need you to give a transfusion.”
Both Foggy and Kaila stayed silent as she did her job as quickly, but professionally as possible (which they were incredibly thankful for). She cleaned and sewed, and put the gauzes around his wounds. Luckily, no bones were broken, just a few bruised ribs and a few small scraps. She finishes up by rubbing a clean cloth over his skin to soak up any remaining before facing them.
“Alright, he’s all patched up. Help me move him to the couch.”
They nod, and carefully pick him up; Foggy by his head, Claire by his feet, and Kaila holding his torso up. Like a porcelain doll, Matt was placed so delicately on the used couch before covering him with a thin blanket. Once that was done, they all sighed with a heavy relief.
“So… my dad doesn’t need blood?” Kaila asked, quietly. It was hard to look at nothing but her father right now.
“Not for right now. But if you see one of the bigger wounds re-open or he starts coughing it up, call me and we might have to consider doing that. Okay?” Claire replies, making the younger Murdock nod.
Claire gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze before she slips past her to back up her things. Foggy following close by.
“So, you’re the mysterious burner phone lady.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a little.
She chuckles. “I am. And you're a close friend?”
He frowns. “After today? I’m not so sure.”
She copies his expression. “Listen, I’m sure Matt had his reasons. He sure had his reasons with me.”
“Yeah but… why?” He throws his hands up. “What’s his reason with you? How long have you known him?”
“That is for him to tell you. I’m sorry.” Claire touches his shoulder, whispering, “And go easy on her. Knowing the poor kid, she didn’t have a choice in her father’s… nightly activities.” She removes her hand. “Nice meeting you, Foggy. Take care of yourself.”
She bids the teenager goodbye, and leaves, which resulted in another long period of silence.
Kaila purses her lips, her coco orbs still glued to her father. “If you ask me something, go ahead.” She said, but he just shook his head.
“No. You’re not going to have the answers I’m looking for.” Foggy replies, and turns on his heels straight for the bathroom.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
When the sun was fully up it must have been a queue for Matt to wake up. He grunts awake in pain and discomfort, his fingers twitching under the blanket to snag the sticky bandages against his skin. Kaila snaps her head up from the sound, immediately springing up from her chair.
“Dad!” She said, stumbling to his side.
He turns towards her, almost surprised. “K-Kaila…?” He gasps, while peeling back the gauze on his lower stomach, checking the damage.
“Whoa, whoa! Don’t do that.”
“Yeah, listen to you kid.” Foggy interrupted from the kitchen, closing the fridge. “Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. The hell do I know about Matt Murdock?”
Kaila frowns. “Foggy–”
“Did you guys stitch me up?” Matt cuts in, almost choking on his words because his best friend was here. His friend… finally knew his secret.
“Dad–”
“Nope.” Foggy butts in, taking a long sip of beer as he paced to the side of the couch they were on. “That was your nurse friend.”
Matt’s tensed shoulders relaxed a little. “Claire?”
“Yeah. Kai got a hold of her after begging me not to get you to a hospital.” He continues, sitting down on one of the chairs. “You told us where the burner phone was after she nearly had a panic attack trying to find it.”
“I don’t remember.” Matt frowns, memories still fuzzy. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, well tell that to your kid who covers your ass.”
Kaila’s heart clenched. “Foggy…” She said, watching him stare at the ground.
“She was hot, by the way.” Foggy says, bitterly, adding more salt to the wound. He scoffs quietly. “But I guess you already knew that, huh?”
Matt tries speaking before his daughter could. “Look, Foggy–”
“Just tell me one thing, Matt.” He stares back in his friend’s direction, the hurt stretching across his face. “Are you even really blind?”
Kaila chuckles in shock. “Foggy! Of course he can’t see! Are you serious?!” She asks, as he holds up his hand.
“Kai, I love you, but let this conversation be between me and your dad, please.” Foggy replies, standing up and starts pacing again.
Shortly after doing so, the blind man explains how his vision works, which get’s the other Lawyer all wound up at this… insane answer.
“So, you can see.” He said, running his hand through his hair.
“That’s not… you’re not– Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Matt asked back, a bitterness on his tongue.
“Yeah, world on fire, I got it! But you can see, right?”
“Yeah, in a manner of speaking. But I–”
“No! No manner!!” Foggy yells, waving around his angry fist. He exhales loudly, turning around and flashing an inappropriate hand gesture. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Matt exhales too, ignoring the sharpness in his chest. “One.”
Foggy stands back in shock, shoulders slacking. Kaila could see the gears in his turning; processing all the shit he’s just seen and heard.
She frowns. “Foggy?” She says, concernedly as he sits in the chair she once occupied.
“All these years, I actually felt sorry for you.” Was his reply.
“I didn’t ask for that. I never… I never asked for that.” Matt counters back, voice leveling out again.
Foggy’s jaw tightens. “Yeah, I didn’t ask to be lied to. I thought we were friends.”
“We are.”
“You lied to me, Matt, since the day we met!”
“What did you expect me to say, Foggy?” Matt asked, irritated. “‘Hi, I’m Matt. I got some chemicals splashed in my eyes when I was a kid that gave me heightened senses’.”
“Well, maybe not lead with that!” Foggy said, jumping out of his seat, and started pacing. “Jesus. Is that how you told Kai?”
“I didn’t even tell my dad after it happened.” Matt says, ignoring that comment about his kid.
“But you told that nurse, Claire!”
“Because I didn’t have a choice.” He sighs. “She found me in the dumpster, All right? Half dead. She didn’t… she didn’t tell you?”
“She wouldn’t say anything about all this.” Foggy admits, relaxing a little again. “She seems nice.”
“She is.”
“I liked her.” Kaila whispers, and grabs her dad’s hand; A silent way of telling him she’s still here.
He gives a weak squeeze back, and listens to his friend wandering towards the window, sighing heavily. His brain was back to spinning like a top. It took him a long time to work up the courage to ask something.
“Did you blow up those buildings? Shoot those cops?” Foggy finally asked, praying that his best friend would say ‘no’.
“Do you really need to ask that?” Kaila asked, irritated as well. How could he even say something like that?
“Yeah, Kai, I think I do.” He plops back down in the chair, becoming all tense again.
Matt’s heart was about to snap at that question, even sparing a small tear down his face. “I-It w-was F-Fis-sk. It w-was all Fisk.”
“He did this to you?”
“He and Nobu.”
“Nobu?”
“Yeah, I think he’s some kind of… ninja.”
Foggy blinks. “A ninja?”
“I think.”
The man threw his hands up, shooting off his chair once more. “What are you doing, Matt? You’re a lawyer. You’re supposed to be helping people.”
Matt clenches his jaw again. “I am.”
“In a mask! Do you know what they call that? A vigilante. Someone who acts outside of the law.”
Suddenly there was a quiet ringing of someone’s cell phone.
.
[Karen]
[Karen]
[Karen]
.
Kaila immediately perks up, letting go of her father’s hand to grab his phone off the floor, unfortunately she wasn’t quick enough.
“Foggy!” She says, standing up and following him. She mentally curses how short she is as he starts holding the phone obnoxiously high, and uses his free hand to keep her away. “Foggy, please! You can’t!”
“She deserves to know, Kai. And I think you know that.” Foggy replies, which halts his niece a little.
Did she secretly want Karen to know?
“You can’t tell her, Foggy, please.” Matt begs when his daughter stops protesting.
“Is this what you do?” He asks, silencing the phone with a hurtfulness in his voice. “When we call, trying to get you to come out for drinks? Trying to find you when bombs are going off and we’re worried? Is this what you do to me and Karen? Do you ghost your own daughter who’s probably more worried then me and Karen combined? Do you?”
Both Murdocks stayed silent for two separate reasons as they heard the tiny voice on the phone.
.
[Voicemail]
.
Foggy casts a sad look to the device, before looking at the other adult. “Do you just hit ignore?” He asks, and tosses the phone back onto the floor.
Matt shakes his head. “No.”
On cue the teenager’s phone started playing a song.
.
[I Dare You,
To Be Yourself,
To See Yourself–]
.
Kaila scrambled to fish it out of her pocket, seeing a silly picture of Karen on her screen. She moves to decline it, but–
“Don’t decline it.” Foggy says, harsher than he wanted it to.
She blinks. “What?”
“I said don’t decline it. Tell her what’s going on.”
“But I–”
“Kai, please don’t.” Matt croaked, sternly.
“Matt, for Christ's sake! She deserves to know!” Foggy counters back.
Matt shakes his head. “No… not yet, just… don’t answer it.”
“Matt, come on! She–”
“Foggy, she doesn't! She–”
“Matt!”
The two adults started to argue, which seemed to get louder and louder with each syllable. It was suffocating. Confusing. Kaila didn’t even realize that her breathing was getting a bit heavier, and started bringing her hands up to the side of her head. Her chest felt like it was getting tighter, and tighter, and tighter–
The adults must have noticed because now they were starting to panic.
“Hey, hey, hey. Kiddo, hey.” Foggy said, coming over worriedly.
“Kaila…” Matt groans, trying to get up but is shot down by a wave of pain. “Kai. Breath. Make sure she’s breathing, Foggy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Hey-” He touches her shoulder slowly, getting her dazed expression on him. “Hey, K-Pop. Breath for me, okay? Like this.”
He shows her how to inhale and exhale steadily, encouraging her softly to do so. The teenager begins to follow, chest becoming stiller, panting becoming quieter, hands loosening on her hair. Foggy smiles bittersweetly.
“Good.” He says, patting her shoulders.
Matt sighs with relief. “Oh, thank god…”
Kaila sinks back to the floor afterwards, bringing her knees up to her chest and starts zoning out from the embarrassment. But even zoned out she kept her now silent cell phone close, and out of reach from her Uncle. But the string of calls would never end when another phone started to ring.
“It’s her again.” Foggy whispers, waving his device.
Matt’s frown deepens. “Please, Foggy.”
He almost, almost considers listening to his friend, but when he takes one good look at his Niece, he decides against it. He accepts, and brings it up to his ear. “Hey.”
Karen perked up on the other end of the line, shocked she finally got a call back.
‘Hey. I tried calling Matt and Kai. Where are you guys?’
“I’m at their place.”
‘Is everything okay?’
“No, Matt was…” He takes another look at the Murdocks. “Matt was in an accident.
‘Oh, my god. What happened?’
“He was in a car accident.”
‘Matt was driving?’
She sounded skeptical, way too skeptical for his liking.
He bites his lip. “No, he, um… he got hit.”
‘Well, is he all right?’
Foggy heard her sigh.
Look, I… I’m coming over.’
“No, stay at the office. We need you there. There’s nothing you can do here.”
‘Okay… Well is Kaila okay? I can get her if you–’
“I got this, Karen. I’ll call you if we need anything.” He hangs up the phone.
“Thank you.” Matt said, just above a whisper.
Foggy fights back angry tears. “Screw you. I just lied to somebody that I care about. I want to know everything. And don’t you leave a damn thing out.”
Matt sucked in a breath, and then quietly said, “Kai, maybe you should sit this one out.”
The tension in the air you could cut with a knife, Kaila could see it. I think really anyone could. And as much as she wanted to play referee, she knows that Foggy wants to know everything. Every little detail about her father’s work; His work that…
Well…
She doesn’t even know half of it.
And as much as that seems unfair, she decides to leave anyone. She was the last calm thing before the storm.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Is it still eavesdropping if she was sitting in her room? I mean she wasn’t trying to listen to their very important conversation, but it was kind of hard not to when they’re being so damn loud.
It started off being quiet for the most part, until her Uncle started pacing around, looking for something…
.
.
.
Foggy opens up the living room wardrobe. He moves the top half of the box that was filled with Grandpa Murdock’s boxer robe, revealing some extra knee pads and military combat boots.
“How the hell do you get all this crap?” He asked, watching his partner half upright on the couch, looking sluggish.
“The internet.” Was Matt’s response, which seemed to piss off his friend more.
“The internet.” Foggy inhales and closes the box and doors. “Thought you long-underwear types stitched these together yourselves.”
“I never learned how to sew.”
“But you learned how to fight. That news footage of you in the alley, after the bombing, the way you were flipping around; Your dad was a boxer. He didn’t teach you any of that stuff, did he?”
“He didn’t want me to fight. You know that.”
“So how’d you get so good at it?”
Matt pushes himself completely up, hissing through his teeth at the pain. “An old man named Stick.”
Foggy scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re shitting me.”
“He found me at the orphanage. Blind like me. Well…” He brings his water bottle close to his lips. “Almost like me.”
“A blind old man… taught you the ancient ways of martial arts.” Foggy raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the plot to Kung fu?”
“I know how it sounds.”
He smacks his lips. “I don’t think you do.”
“He did more than start my training. He taught me that my blindness wasn’t a disability, that…” Matt says, listening as his friend sits down (And his daughter shifts on her bed too). “Sight was a distraction. He helped me understand everything I could do.”
“Define ‘everything’.” Foggy replies, still not buying it.
“It’s hard to explain, Foggy. M-My abilities… I-I j-just know things, okay.”
“No, not okay. Can you read my mind? Can you predict the future? What? What things do you just know?”
“I know you haven’t showered since yesterday morning. But you rinsed your face in my kitchen sink.” Matt explains, slowly, hearing as his friend sits back in shock. “I know you had onions in your lunch two days ago. I know you’re hungry… and tired.” Foggy stands up, gripping his head. “And I know the more I say, the faster your heart beats.”
Now that got the other lawyer to stop.
Foggy froze, and drew his attention back to the nearly dead man on the couch. “You can hear a heartbeat? From across the room?” He asked, voice cracking at the end.
“Helps to anticipate behavior. When someone’s gonna attack…” Matt frowns, and implies, “When they’re lying.”
“That’s… how you knew Karen was telling the truth… when we first met her at the precinct.”
“Yeah.”
“You listened to her heartbeat without her permission?” Foggy throws his hands up. “We’re lawyers! Y-You can’t do that! Th-There’s a system in place, and it’s weird and invasive and…”
If you could hear a heart breaking in half, then that’s what happened at this moment.
Foggy’s face morphed into something between pain and betrayal. “Wait. Are you telling me that since I’ve known you, any time I wasn’t telling the truth, you knew?” He asked, his friend looking away. “And what? You just played along?”
Matt nodded slowly. “Basically.”
His face was back to anger. “If you weren’t half dead, I would kick your ass, Murdock.” Foggy said, furiously pointing. “Am I lying about that?!”
“No.”
“Was anything ever real with us?”
After those words were spoken…
The whole house went into an uncomfortable silence.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
The adults couldn’t deny the girl to eat, so at some time after noon she slithered out of her room, back into the lion’s den. Kai was in the kitchen making soup for everyone (pretending not to listen while doing so), while Matt was sliding some comfortable clothes on, and Foggy was finishing up on the phone.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thank you, buddy.” Foggy exits the bedroom, eyes beelining to Matt who was now fully dressed. “That was Brett.”
“What’d he say?” The blind man asked, fixing his wool sock.
“You couldn’t hear, with your… super whatever?”
“It doesn’t work like that. I-I have to concentrate. Focus on letting it in.”
“That junkie that killed Elena… they found him.”
“Good.”
“Brett says he took a dive off the roof, building he was shooting up in. They had to sponge him off the sidewalk.” Foggy cocks his head. “Did you do that?”
Matt heard his daughter’s pulse spike at the question.
“No.” He said, honestly. “I told him to turn himself in.”
“I can’t hear your heartbeat. Are you telling me the truth?”
“I didn’t kill him, Foggy. It’s Fisk, covering his ass.”
“So, you’ve never… you’ve never gone that far?”
“No. But I… I wanted to…” Another spike. “After Elena…” And another. “After everything Fisk had done, I went to a warehouse I thought he'd be at. I went to kill him.
Foggy clenches his jaw. “It’s not enough playing judge and jury? You gotta add executioner to the list?”
Matt shrugs nonchalantly. “I didn’t think I had a choice.”
Kaila bit her tongue, and squeezed the ladle in her hand. She couldn’t even believe what she was hearing. Her dad…
Her dad really did want to kill him after all. Why did she even bother with her words of wisdom last night if he wasn’t even going to listen?
She got lost in the tiny waves of the chicken broth as the two adults continued their banter.
“What happened to all that talk about going after him through the system?” Foggy asked, confused. “Making the law work for us?”
“Sometimes the law isn’t enough.” Matt replied, a solemn expression.
Foggy opens and closes his mouth, saying nothing as shakes his head. He ends up going to the kitchen to eat with the kid, which might still be the only sane moment left in his entire life.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Night time rolled around once more, and the family home felt broken up again. Kaila sat at the kitchen table, attempting to do homework that's due tomorrow; Matt was resting his eyes on the couch, laying in a fetal position; Foggy was zoning off into the billboard across the way. Ignoring as the burning bright lights crossed his brown orbs. He didn’t even seem to mind the sting, it couldn’t be worse than the emotional pain he was feeling right now.
The silence had gone on for hours, and hours until…
“You wanna say something.” Matt said, not as a question but a fact.
“Really don’t.” Was Foggy’s reply.
“Your breathing changes when you’re about to.”
“Now you’re just showing off.”
“Say what you need to say.”
Which would be words he would regret.
Kaila pretty much broke her pencil from gripping it so hard as their volume started to escalate like this morning. They soon started shouting nonsense, and full on argument returning for another round. She felt her eye twitch when she felt a migraine starting to bloom in her temple.
Why am I in the middle of this again? She wonders, barely tuning into their words.
“You run around dressed like a fucking moron, beating people up!” Foggy yells, using his hands again.
“It’s not that simple and you know it!” Matt snaps back, sitting up now.
“No. I don’t know shit! Not about this. I mean, how…” He groans. “Okay, so you get these whatever-you-call-thems when you’re a kid. How do you go from that to what you’re doing now?”
Matt took a minute to come up with something. “When I was a kid, before the accident, I’d lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire.”
He shrugs, “I don't know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I… I realized how many sirens there actually were… how much this city suffered every single night.”
“You've been running around doing this since you were a kid?” Foggy asked, sounding more betrayed than earlier.
“No.” Matt said, shaking his head. “I-I tried not to fight… to make my dad proud. To-To block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell's Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night right after we quit Landman and Zack, I heard it.”
“Heard what?”
“I…” Matt swallows, before tilting his head in his daughter’s direction. “Kai, maybe you skip this one too.”
Kaila’s shoulders slacked. “What?
“No.” Foggy cuts in before he could speak. “No. She stays. She needs to listen.”
Matt shook his head again. “Foggy, she-”
“She stays. Stop tip-toeing around your own daughter. Out of everyone present here, she deserves to know what’s really going on in your life. She stays.” His eyes flicker to the girl. “Right?”
Kaila takes a deep breath before nodding. “Yeah. I’m staying.” She says, sternly. “Continue, Dad.”
Matt closes his eyes, sighing. He really didn’t want to spill the truth. He really–
“Fine.” He mumbles, and starts again. “I heard a little girl crying in her bed, in a building down the block.” He clenches his jaw. “Her father liked to go to her room late at night… when his wife was asleep.
Foggy shuts his eyes, holding back the pain. “Oh, Jesus.” He whispers, and sinks down into a nearby chair. All while Kaila felt her stomach turn and looked away.
My dad never mentioned…
“I called Child Services like you're supposed to.” Matt continues. “But the mom, she wouldn't believe it. Said it wasn't true. And the dad, he was smart.” He scoffs. “He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn't leave a mark. The law couldn't do anything to help that little girl. But I could.
“I knew his routine. Waited till he was alone… I beat him, threatened him. Then he spent the next month in a hospital, eating through a straw.” He smiles. “And I never slept better.”
“You say all this, like…” Foggy trails off, trying to phrase this right. “One day you'd just had it with how things are. But to do what you do you had to keep training, all those years since that Stick guy, knowing you would do something like this.”
He learns forward, body stiff. “Maybe it isn't only about justice, Matt. Maybe it's about you having an excuse to hit someone. Maybe you just can't stop yourself.”
There was a brief pause, and both Kaila and Foggy held their breaths as–
“I don't want to stop.” Matt admits, and he could feel their hearts break right then and there.
Foggy fell back in his chair, eyes starting to sting as he held back the tears. He gave himself a minute to finally look at Kaila who seemed torn between many different worlds and emotions.
He really, really hates seeing her so hurt.
His hands ball up into fists. “You're going to get yourself killed, you keep this up. You know that, right?” He said, voice laced with venom.
“I can take care of myself.” Was Matt’s flat answer.
Foggy shakes his head. “Oh, really? Doesn’t fucking seem like it. And what about the rest of us? Me, Karen, Kaila, we're a part of this now, because of you. And we didn't get a say in that.”
“What do you think's gonna happen if I give up now, Foggy? Who's going to stop Fisk?”
“Oh, I don't know… the law?”
“Tell that to Elena.” Matt said, making his friend sigh. “If you could have put on a mask and prevented what happened to her… you telling me you wouldn't have?”
Foggy’s fists grew tighter. “It's not fair, Matt.”
“We don't live in a world that's fair. We live in this fucking one. And I'm doing everything I can to make it a better place.”
“‘A better place’.” Foggy bolted up, anger seeping back onto his face. “That kind of sounds like what Fisk keeps saying.”
“Don't say that.” Matt bites back. “Don't twist it around.”
“You tried to kill him, Matt. You told me yourself.” He throws his hands up in the air. “How is that any different than the way he solves his problems?”
“I made a mistake. I know that.”
“Misspelling ‘Hanukkah’ is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else.” Foggy chuckles dryly, in denial. “You ever stop to think what would happen if you went to jail? Or worse? You really think that anyone would believe that I didn't know what you were doing? That Karen didn't know? That your daughter didn’t know?!”
That sentence seemed to strike something in Matt, making his lip quiver. “This city needs me in that mask, Foggy.” He chokes out, holding back a sob.
Foggy frowns, eyes getting teary. “Maybe you're right. Maybe it does. But I don't!” He replies, pointing to himself. “I only ever needed my friend.”
A sob. “Foggy…”
“You know what, Matt?” Foggy begins, letting a few stray tears let loose. “Go ahead. Do what you want to do. And for that, I’ll make you a promise, not because I feel sorry for you, but I feel sorry for your daughter who by the way, which you probably already know, is crying in the background right now.”
His eyes flicker to the teenager, who’s covering her mouth with her hand, bloodshot eyes staring at the table. Foggy hated it. Matt hated hearing it, but his mind was too cloudy to even manage to say something comforting or useful.
Foggy sniffles, and looks back at Matt. “So, the promise is this. If you go out there and never come back, I’ll do you an honor and become her guardian. I’ll take her to school, doctor appointments, sporting events, anywhere she needs to go. I’ll be there for her 24/7.”
He swallows, his chest starting to feel achy, but he continues. “Because I love her like she is my own.” He pauses when he hears the two Murdock sob at his proposal. “However, I’m not her father. I’m not you. So for her big moments, like graduation, or her dream job, or walking her down the aisle towards her future partner, all those moments… I’ll feel like a fraud. I’ll feel guilty for being in a spot that’s not mine.”
Kaila shuts her eyes, and Matt chokes on another sob.
Foggy does too, throat closing up. “If I were in your shoes, I would’ve told you.” He said, truthfully because he would have. He would have told his friends, his family that he was doing such a dangerous deed.
“You don’t know that.” Matt said, shaking his head. “You don’t know that.”
“Yeah. I do.” He says, looking one last time at the teenager before grabbing his jacket to leave.
“Foggy. Foggy, wait.” Matt said, trying to get up, but the pain shoots throughout his body, stopping him. “Foggy.”
He heard the door shut, the door frame rattling from the brute force. He sighs in defeat, mentally cussing at himself until–
He hears the dining room chair scratch across the floor, and light footsteps walk past him. He holds his hand out, searching for her arm.
“Kai? Kai, listen to me…” He begs, hearing her stop in front of her door. He could sense she wasn’t even looking his way. “Kai, I just… I’m…”
He could smell the tears rolling down her cheek, and muttered nothing as she entered her room…
Slamming the door.
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Matt groaned uncomfortably upon hearing the knocking on the front door. He was not in the mood when he heard Karen’s worried voice on the other side. Seems the universe hates him today. Foggy’s mad at him, his daughter left this morning barely muttering a ‘goodbye’, and now Karen is here, probably ready to ask him 20 questions about his ‘accident’.
Yeah…
Today was not a good day.
When he unlocked the door, he could smell helium and rubber coming from her hand– A balloon, as he felt her eyes scan him from head to toe.
“Oh, my god.” She said, as lets her in. “You look like shit.”
“Then I look better than I feel.” He replies, letting her close the door and walk back to his living area.
“Are you going to sue? We should sue.” Karen said, taking off her jacket and hanging it up. “You know, whoever hit you, we should go after ‘em and…” She trails off when she sees the damages done in his apartment. “What kind of car was it? Please tell me it was, uh, expensive and German.”
“Japanese.” He says, glasses on and hand holding a beer. “And it was my fault. I, uh… should have been more careful.”
“What the hell happened here?”
He clenched his jaw subtly. “If I told you it was Kai just roughhousing, would you believe me?”
Karen raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to tell me your… five foot-four, barely a hundred pound daughter knocked and punched a humongous hole into your barn doors and made your coffee table disappear?”
“So… No?”
“No.”
“Then don’t worry about it right now.”
She sighs, crossing her arms. “Fine. Where is she anyway?”
“School. Hopefully.”
“Now I’m aching to know, Matt.”
“Don’t worry about it. Please.” He pops the cap to his drink and starts chugging half of it.
“Little early for beer, isn’t it?” Karen asked, underlying concern. It wasn’t exactly usual to see him washing away his emotions with alcohol.
Matt shrugs. “Depends on the kind of day you’re having. You, uh… you want one?”
“Um, uh no. No thanks. So…” She tilts her head, listening closely, turning her investigating skills on. “Where were you when this car hit you?”
“Uh… doesn’t matter.” He replies, coming over to sit at his table.
She nearly sighs at his response, but holds her tongue. “I’m thinking it might… if there really wasn’t a car.”
He groans, throwing his head back. “Karen-”
“Does this have anything to do with Fisk? With your going to see that… Vanessa woman?”
“I told you, it’s my–”
“What about Kai? Is she okay? I know she went with you so…”
Matt’s frown deepens. “She’s…” He looks away. “She’s fine. I think.”
Karen perks up. “You think?”
“We had a fight. Well… Foggy and I did, and…” He throws his open hand up. “She got wrapped in the middle of it, which started something with me and her. That’s all.” He sighs, bringing the bottle close to his lips. “She didn’t even say goodbye to me this morning.”
Karen’s shoulder sag. “So… you and Foggy did fight like I thought.”
“Look, let’s just leave it at that, okay?”
“No. No, not okay.” She gestures to him, to all the bruises and cuts on his face. “Definitely not okay. Look at you. Besides the argument, did someone break in?”
Matt felt his chest grow tight. “No one broke in.”
“And no one beat the crap out of you either, I’m guessing.” She gets nothing but a sigh from him, and decides to join him at the table. “Do you remember the last time I was here?”
He nods. “Yeah, I remember.”
“And I was scared… terrified. But then, you, you gave me your shirt and you made me feel safe. You made me feel like I could trust everything that you said.”
“And you lied to me.” He scoffs. “About having the Union Allied pension file.”
“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt… like Daniel Fisher, because of what I was doing.”
He sighs. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
“So that’s it?” She asked, hurt. “That’s all you’re giving me?”
“That’s all that I have right now, Karen.” He replies, holding his wounded side as he stands up and walks away, venturing into his living room.
“Well, that's not all I have.” She stands up too, following with determination. If she can’t get him to talk she’ll just tell him what she found. “I found something. Just a scrap of paper at the county clerk’s office… misfiled. It’s probably why Fisk didn’t get sucked into a black hole.”
“What was it?” Matt asked, genuinely interested.
“A marriage certificate…” Karen explains, watching him take a seat on the couch’s armrest. “For his mother, Marlene.”
“How does that help?”
“Because it’s not to his father. It’s for when she remarried, which was two years after all the reports say she died.”
Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s still alive?”
“Yeah, she’s living at a care facility upstate.” She bits the inside of her cheek, preparing for an outburst. “Now, Ben and I took a drive-”
He sighs once more. “Oh, Karen, Karen. Fisk could have people watching.”
“I know.” She holds her hands up in defense. “I know. I didn’t leave my real name.”
“You should have…” His jaw tightens. “You should have talked to me or Foggy before you ran off like that.”
She shakes her head, looking frustrated. “I tried. But you weren’t picking up.”
Guilt creeped into his gut, and cast his empty gaze to the ground. “Did you speak to her? Fisk’s mother?”
“Yeah. She’s not all there, but…” She shifts in her place. “Matt, what she said about Fisk…” She frowns. “He killed his father. When he was 12. Bashed his head in with a hammer, and then she helped him cover it up.”
Matt shrugs. “Well, he was a minor. It’s not gonna be enough.”
“To put him in jail? No. But it doesn’t line up with everything that Fisk has been saying. Everything that he has altered on the internet, and.. At the county clerk’s. It might be enough to at least get people looking at him more closely.”
“From an old woman who’s not all there.”
Karen scoffs quietly, and crosses her arms. “Well, I’m not hearing you and Foggy come up with anything better.”
“Did you… did you speak to him? To Foggy?”
“Not since yesterday on the phone when I guess he was covering for whatever it is you’re not telling me.”
“Alright, go to the office and… wait for him. Tell him what you found, and Karen, tell him… tell him that I said…” He sighs, second guessing himself. “No, don’t bother. Just tell him what you found. Karen, be careful, please.”
A brief pause between them before the blonde takes a step forward, and cups his cheek softly.
“You know, maybe you should take your own advice. I mean…” Her lips quirks in a sad smile. “You have a kid, and for the sake of her, you shouldn’t get yourself hurt so much.”
Matt felt his cheeks turn hot just as Karen realized her actions.
“I-I.. I got you a…” She stutters, and walks back towards the front door blushing. She carefully takes the balloon by the string, holding it close as she makes her way back over towards him. “It’s a… it's a balloon. I, um…” She takes his open hand, letting him take it. “It’s got a monkey on it.”
He gives her a quick smile before she leaves abruptly. Once the door closed and he heard her traveling down the stairs, Matt let out a sigh.
Maybe she was right. Maybe Foggy was too. He needed to take better care of himself if he was going to continue this dangerous lifestyle. For the sake of staying alive for them, for staying alive for his daughter’s sake, he’s gotta make a change.
But what would that be exactly?
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Life got complicated after that. Life decided to take a few beatings at older Murdock.
Claire put a stop on whatever was blossoming between them, patched him up one last time as she threw him a curve ball, claiming she was taking a break from HK. But before she left she made an interesting statement that if ain’t careful with his ‘savior complex’, he’ll end up bloody and alone.
Then…
The interesting conversation with Father Lanthom. His sinking suspension that the Father knew who he was, and which was indirectly confirmed. Matt begged to understand why he had the devil put inside of him yet again, and the Father replied with, ‘Even the devil was once an angel. Maybe he was even set on a path of the righteous’.
Which led to his nightly activity. He managed to track down one of the men affiliated with Fisk, demanding where the devil spawn in a white suit get’s his body armor. And that’s what led him to Melvin Potter, and with a promise to protect a woman named Betsy for him, Melvin agreed to make a durable suit.
Once it was taken care of, Matt slipped back through his bedroom window, praying hopefully for his new suit, one that’ll give him the protection he needed. For himself, and for most importantly, for all the people he cares about. He needs to stay alive for Foggy, for Karen. Hell, he really needs to stay alive for his own kid.
Speaking of, he knows she’s here. He could smell the lavender soap on her body, and the light rhythm of her heart beat. He could even hear the small rumbles in her stomach, which he could use to his advantage to fully apologize for putting her through all this.
“Kai?” He calls out, slipping his mask off. He starts walking towards the living room. “Kai. Sorry I’m late. If you’re hungry, we can go get dinner if you’d like.”
He hears her coming out of her bedroom like he expected, but what he wasn’t expecting was that she had a duffle bag stuffed full in her hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling her neutral gaze on him.
“What’s with the bag?” He asked, confused.
“Why don’t you tell me anything?” She asked, her voice unnervingly calm.
“What?”
“Why don’t you tell me anything?” She takes a giant step forward towards him. “I know I’m your daughter, and I know you want to protect me, but you don’t tell me anything you do in the night!”
He tilts his head, confused by her words. Where was this even coming from? “Kai, what are you… what are you talking about?”
She stays silent for a moment, before muttering something just above a whisper. “You said you were going to kill him. Fisk.”
He tenses. “Kai–”
“We had that long talk last night. We talked about if killing him was logical for yourself. You made it sound like you weren’t going through with it! And now you don’t want to stop at all?!”
He sighs, shifting his weight. “Kai, where the hell…” Another sigh. “Where is this even coming from?”
“Because Foggy has a point!” She spits out, throwing her bag down and stepping a bit closer. “I mean what if you go through with it? What if you get caught and go to jail? Then what? You rot in there for a lifetime while I have deal with the fact my dad’s a murderer?”
He clenches his jaw. “Then I go to jail if I’m caught.” Matt replies, voice trailing off with a bit of bitterness.
“IF you get caught. But if don’t, then what? I have to live with the fact my Dad’s a killer? A secret I’ll have to keep for you?” Kaila scoffs. “And what if your plan fails and you end up in a coffin six feet under? Then what?”
Matt pauses, and even he can’t believe the next words coming out of his mouth.
“Then you live with Foggy.” Was his reply, and even though he couldn’t see it, he knew the look of pain on his child’s face.
Her lower lip twitched. “No.” She chokes, slowly shaking her head as her eyes start to sting. “No. No. No! I don’t want to live with Foggy! I want to live with you!! Always you! No one else could ever replace you! No one! Can’t you understand that?!”
Matt stayed silent, even his face didn’t even wash over with any kind of expression. Kaila’s heart cracked into a million pieces, and she shook her head again.
“Unbelievable…” She mumbles, grabbing her bag again and walks away. That seemed to knock him out of his trance.
“Where are you g-going?” He asked, voice breaking at the end for a millisecond.
“To Karen’s.” She replies, looking back at him. “I need a break. And while I’m gone you need to pull your head out of your ass, and then go make up with Foggy. Even if he doesn't accept your apology, somehow work out for the sake of your business and the sake of Karen who’s caught between this as well.”
Kaila frowns, and adds, “The poor woman’s probably being ghosted by Foggy too. She deserves some kind of answer here, you know. Even if it isn’t the full truth. The two of you need to give her something.”
She retightens the grip on the handle and continues down the hallway for the door. As she unlocks it and pries it open a quarter of the way, she hears:
“Just text me when you get there, please.” Her father replies, his emotion was tricky to decipher. “I know you're mad, but I still want to know if you're safe. Okay?”
Kaila grips the doorknob, closing her eyes.
A few seconds pass, until–
“I will.”
And the door shuts behind her quietly.
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Kaila felt like she was going to start crying again. Or maybe try screaming. Or…
Maybe she could do both.
At this very moment, the poor girl wasn’t even sure what to think about any of this. This whole… vigilante lifestyle of her father’s, the whole lawyer lifestyle, the Nelson & Murdock battle, secrets, lies. Everything! Everything was starting to get to her in ways she wasn’t expecting, something she didn't even think was possible. Something she could only wish would go away.
Is this… it for all of us? She wonders, because this whole family thing started when her father met Foggy at school. They worked together to help raise her, start a business of their dreams, and met another person to call a friend, a family member. But now…
It’s all coming undone in one night. And what could one teenage girl do about it?
Kaila practically sighs with relief when she sees Karen’s apartment coming into view. Her mind was already racing at what could happen, and what she could and cannot say to the blonde. Could she tell Karen the truth? Should she tell her that the mask man who saved her from day one was actually her dad? Or would this ruin everything they’ve all built?
Kaila jogs up the few steps, hand already reaching for the call box. She quickly buzzes for Karen’s apartment a few times, awaiting for a response–
She felt a rough cloth cover her mouth and someone’s arm wrapping around her small frame. Her muffled screams and thrashing started to die down as her nose filled up with the smell of strong chemicals.
Chloroform.
She’s being chloroformed.
She started to sag under the person’s arms, eyelids drooping, and praying that maybe,
Just maybe…
.
.
.
.
She’s still asleep at home.
A/N: Y'all know what happens at the end of Season 1 Episode 11, right? *Evil laugh* Sorry if this one was kind of lame, this wasn't exactly my favorite story I wrote.
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I’M BACK EVERYONE!
Hello everyone! It’s me, Muggle-Born-Princess and I just wanna say that I’m officially back from my 1 month hiatus!
It honestly feels really great to be back on here. I know I have a lot to take care from answering questions in my inbox to writing my Chloe and Zoe AUs on @pro-bee-sisters to posting more content on my art and writing blog.
Speaking of content, I do wanna point something out: I’m really sorry to say this, but after Season 5 of Miraculous and the Awakening movie, I am officially gonna be done with the show for good. I’m really sorry to those who only followed me for Miraculous content only, but it’s the truth. After hearing about how the season has been so far with multiple retcons, terrible writing choices, and character flanderization 24/7, I think it’s about time I say goodbye to the show.
But,
That’s not gonna happen anytime soon! 😊
Yep, even though I will be closing the book on Miraculous, I won’t do it immediately for the following reasons:
1. I will be rewatching the whole series before I start S5 as a whole just to see what aged poorly or what still holds up. (I think we all know the answers to those both. 🙄)
2. Once I start Season 5, I plan to do some multiple rewrites and AUs for it. Mainly for my second arc for The Lost Miraculous, despite that being in progress still.
3. Speaking of rewrites and AUs, that’s the other thing I wanna do before I leave the show for good. I especially wanna do my AUs involving Chloe and Zoe (i.e. The Queen Bee and the Vesperia & The Bee Sisters Duo!); some Chlonette in there because they’re my now my OTP (i.e. Bug & Wasp Game); and some other characters that deserve focus and potential too (i.e. A Fox and Her Club which features Lila and Sabrina as a duo; Pink and Purple Love Square which involves a Love Square between Rose/Pigella and Juleka/Purple Tigress)
4. I am super excited for the Awakening movie! The trailer and animation look so promising and since Astruc himself will not be apart of it whatsoever, it gives me hope that maybe the show will get back on its feet and if not, then we can officially call the movie the new canon if it’s any good!
I also do wanna point out that I also wanna focus on other fandoms I’m a part of and do more work for them. (i.e. Super Mario, Total Drama, Monster High, etc...) That’s why I also have my art and writing blogs, so I can focus more on those than Miraculous. Don’t get me wrong, I will still do fanwork for Miraculous, but I also wanna expand myself to other interests just to see if anyone else is interested.
Now that brings me up to this:
Will I stop following MLB-related blogs?
Well, that depends. I do have a lot of Miraculous-related blogs I adore (@immaturityofthomasastruc; @miraculousbeezcentral; @emdoddles; and @a-chlolix-blog being my Top 4), but here’s the deal: If they’re still active, then I will still follow them just for their content. However, if they end up retiring from the show just like me, then I don’t see the point of still following them.
It’s been a really long run being a part of the Miraculous fandom, but I think it’s about time I say goodbye to it. It had a very long run for about 8 and a half years with 5 seasons, 124 episodes, 2 specials, an upcoming movie, and more to come. I say it did good for what it became.
Which leads me to my final question:
What’s gonna happen to me now that I will be done with Miraculous?
Well obviously, I still will make fan content for it and sometimes, you will see me with a Miraculous avatar on here to dA to AO3. But, as I said, I will not only focus on other fandoms and expand them even more with their own fan content, but I will also be making a poll asking my followers what’s the next magical girl series I should explore next.
As much as I had my problems with Miraculous itself, I will admit that it did give me a new outlook on the magical girl genre in general, and it made me really happy to see that I can learn to understand what the genre is all about, and what made it so popular to begin with.
All in all, while I will miss those who I befriended in this fandom, I need to move on and find out what other new things that are out there that I will like~
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Lyatt + the term of endearment they gave one another
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* sighs *
I think we all already know the answer but Ik u love talking about him anyway so here you go!
Shigaraki for the ask game?
😊 thank you for indulging me anyway
It’s much appreciated 😂
Tomura:
How I feel: Totally normal feelings. Really, his story is less personal to the reader and more fantastical. But the way he's written to react to everything that happens to him is so believable, as believable as it can be given the circumstances. Removing the magical aspect of it, he's a convincing representation of someone who tries to come out on top of their issues, but in the end they're someone whose trauma just strangles them from the inside and they can't do a damn thing about it. That's Tomura, and he's one of the greatest characters ever, actually. Sucks that the series focuses so much on the kids and his character gets so....overlooked.
Romantic ship: None. I'm sorry.
Non-romantic OTP: Izuku, bffs pls, I beg
Unpopular opinion: I have many. Tomura "leaving room for his comrade's wishes" does not align with his actions and dream of destroying it all. Those things are mutually exclusive and he does not face this because he's too lost in his anger and misery to. Tomura does not prioritize anybody's wellbeing over his own choices--as nice of an idea as that is, it's fanon. Tomura is not an independent leader and never got any liberation of any kind. He lived under the illusion that he did just as he was supposed to. Current in-manga Tomura is really pitiful, and it kinda highlights the patheticness of his entire situation (asking a random teenager you barely know to come save you, buddy, we gotta talk). No complaints though. I love it all. He's a cool badass and kind of a loser, all at the same time. He makes it work. He looks good doing it.
What I wish could/would happen: I have 0 complaints on current canon. What I wish/hope to see happen aside from the obvious save, realization, all the necessary epiphanies etc., is him crying. He hasn't cried (since he was a kid) and by god, he needs to. I also want Izuku to hug him so bad because lord knows he needs a hug to cry into.
Izuku:
How I feel: I like his character because writing hiccups aside, he is the person who wants to save everyone, even if it takes him some hard lessons to learn what "everyone" truly means. I find some things frustrating in his arc, but I like him because he IS the character he is meant to be--heroic, selfless, kind, eager to be there for people who need him. I love him for that.
Romantic ship: IzuOcha :)
Non-romantic OTP: Tomura :) (I just think they should hug and maybe Tomura should kick his ass at some video games)
Unpopular opinion: I only know what's a popular opinion in this little corner of the fandom but. I think simply liking him is an unpopular opinion in the villain standom.
What I wish could/would happen: More self-reflection. You would honestly forget that he used to be quirkless with how little he thinks about it and how little it's written to impact him (or lack thereof). And that in itself even isn't bad, but it needs follow up like "Why do you ignore this part of your past". Y'know. It's a writing issue with his arc, but I do think there is clear set up for it to all come out in the open later toward the end.
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For the character ask thingy : Anakin! Feel like this is an obvious one but oh well
Why I like them - He's like the embodiment of that 'well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions' meme. And that's not to dismiss his trauma or his role as a tragic hero and victim of circumstance. It's just that whenever he is given a choice, when he's called on to make a decision, 9.5 times out of 10 it will be terrible. He's a walking disaster zone. When he becomes Vader he can't even do being a villain properly. He's still getting upset by the same stuff he did as Anakin, and repeating the same stupid cycles over and over again.
Why I don’t - It's like the whole point of his character but, wow, he can be such a dick. Granted, nowhere near as much of a dick as he'll later become as Vader, but still enough for it to sometimes be a struggle to not cheer on whoever is hurting him at any given moment.
Favourite episode (scene if movie) - RotS. It's just the culmination of everything Anakin's always been - I forget which book exactly now, but the ya one where he arrives on Tatooine at three and is just openly fixated as guards kill a guy in front of him. He's a scary murderous child who consistently follows the wrong paths and grows into a terrifying genocidal adult.
Favourite season/movie - I'll go with books to be awkward. I love Jude Watson's Jedi Quest series. In a lot of the later stuff we're told Anakin spends his entire teens pining for Padme. In Quest he never spares her a single passing thought because his head's too full of stuff like this:
‘He should not focus on what he didn’t have. He had this. This was his. And that was something. He would work hard. He would be a great Padawan. And Obi-Wan would come to love him. He would make him do so.’
Favourite line - “I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further.” Because it sounds so cool, but it's probably just a verbatim repeat of something Obi-Wan said to him when he misbehaved but still got to stay up and watch his show on the holonet or whatever.
Favourite outfit - the RotS Jedi robes. I did not understand the teen mags' love of Hayden Christensen at all until he turned up looking like this in RotS.
OTP - Obikin, duh. xD
Brotp - Just a boy and his droid.
Head Canon - I'm sure we all know about my river stone obsession. He carried it with him everywhere until it was finally lost to the flames of Mustafar. (or maybe in the realms of my own fic, even beyond...) Also that he wears his robes oversized 'cos it reminds him of being younger and wearing Obi-Wan's robes. Home and safety and all his unhinged possessiveness...
Unpopular Opinion - I don't know really? I'm not a big fan of TCW in general so I never really gel with 'Anakin as the cool Master' vibe. I mean, Ahsoka thinks he's great, but I imagine most of her age group view him as just as weird and unsettling as how own peers did.
A Wish - I want more of his doomed attempts to find an Obi-Wan replacement. I loved The Ghost Prison so much. :D
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - can it get worse than canon? He brings about all his own worst nightmares.
5 words to best describe them - reckless, tragic, tortured, broken, babygirl.
My nickname for them - my Anakin snips folder is now called 'Anikuntery' ♥
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OOH a three for one, thank you bestie
For Byakuya
Favourite thing is how he stays a stupid asshole even after his character development
Least favourite is every interaction he has with Toko like please leave that girl alone
“No, I am not… effing with you” like fr what a loser
Brotp probably him and Kyoko cuz I feel like they would develop mutual respect after surviving the killing game
No otp personally, I hc that man as aroace
Notp is him and Toko. Once again please leave that girl alone you are not helping
I hc that he eventually gets comfortable enough around the others to stop wearing a suit literally all the time, and maybe he’ll even put on sweatpants every now and then (god forbid)
If I had to pick a song for him I’d say Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey (for obvious reasons)
Every image of him being confused and sweating is the best because haha get dunked on boy
For Nagito
Favourite thing about him is such an impossible question cuz like. He is such a mess and there is so much going on and he’s just trying his best in his own fucked up and weird way. I guess maybe that’s the best way to describe why I like him
Least favourite is probably not a problem with him as a character so much as just. People being wrong about him? Idk like people taking him at face value as just the annoying guy that messes up trials makes me a sad boy :(
“Maybe you only think there’s something wrong with me because there’s something wrong with you!” Yeah you get him king, that’s definitely it
Brotp gotta be him and Sonia. I just think they should be silly together
Otp is him and hajime. I don’t need to say any more than that, you all know this already
Notp is Nanami probably, or really any girl because that is a gay gay man
I definitely hc him as autistic with heavy sensory issues. I think he gets overwhelmed by sounds and textures and stuff very easily
I have. Many songs I associate with him but I think the first one I think of is House of Wolves by MCR
Favourite image of him has gotta be him on the laptop in chapter 5 because I’m basic and he’s pretty I’m sorry
For Ouma
Favourite thing about him is his commitment to the bit. He’s a silly little guy. He’s the worst most annoying little creature ever. He is going to ride or die for his ideals to the very end. What a guy
Least favourite thing is just how little we know about him. And ya I know that was probably intentional on the writers part, but I think good character design (and what makes all the other characters we know and love so likeable) is the context of what makes them who they are. Ouma is almost completely unknowable, which is just unfortunate because I think there’s a lot of lost potential for who he could have been
“At least I wasn’t boring, right?” I’m crying and screaming. He’s just a little guy
Brotp is probably him and miu. I think their dynamic wis hilarious and it might actually be good in a non-killing game scenario
Otp is him and Shuichi. Again everyone who knows me is not surprised by this
Notp would be him and Kaede. That is a gay boy and a lesbian, not a romantic couple
I like the hc that he was an orphan and had DICE as his little found family, and that outside of them Saihara is the first person he starts to feel comfortable being vulnerable with
The song I associate with him most is London Calling by the Clash
Favourite image is the one of Maki dangling him over the fountain. He was being a little shit and he reaped what he sowed, it’s was hilarious
This became so much longer than I thought, also I really couldn’t think of any “unpopular” opinions so you’ll have to excuse me for excluding those. Anyway this was fun thank you bestie
#long post#like holy shit what an essay#I just like talking apparently#danganronpa#byakuya togami#nagito komaeda#Kokichi Ouma#thanks for the ask bestie
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(The Legend Of Vox Machina - Season 1 Episode 3 - The Feast Of Realms)
Episode Rating - 5 out of 5
"They were so cruel with this opening and I love it.
Am I a bit peeved over the family tree rewrite? A little, I admit.
Cassandra should be younger than the twins and we're missing both Vesper and Ludwig.
Also Percy being too depressed to appreciate Vex looking like that is not as funny as the memes about it are, but is it still pretty funny.
Keyleth being her usual Disney Princess self is lovely! But her reaction to Vax's greeting is annoying, he has food in his mouth Keyleth, what did you expect? Vax singing good morning? Come on, girl, give him a break lmao.
Then Grog ruining Vax's day before he even has breakfast is such a brother thing to do. A+ sibling representation there.
Then Allura!! The door!! Vax getting revenge!! Scanlan flirting with Pike!! This scene is so good, poor Percy trying to save face with an unimpressed Allura always cracks me up.
Then the dinner!
There's a slight animation error that has Vax looking a little depry when they first arrive, but the curtsey more than makes up for it - also, he looks so pretty!
("No thoughts, just pretty boy" is the biggest mood of the season.)
Also petition for Vax to have a ponytail in season 3 if we don't get the beads and braids. So much nicer than whatever he has going on normally.
Also everyone looks great here, Vex especially so. Hooo boy. Her and Percy having matching necklaces and chokers is so cute, I fucking love them.
Pike and her fancy shots, then her telling off the audience.
Scanlan flirting with Reginald. My new favourite otp.
The Briarwoods' entrance, tho.
Sylas walks like a man who knows he's the sexiest man alive and that his wife is the hottest woman alive. Love that for him.
Also Vax immediately wanting to help Percy? Asking what he needs? Offering to snoop?
Love him. Love him. Love him.
The safeword bit is funny, but it doesn't make sense without the earrings??? Like, what???
Then Scanlan failing that charisma check so bad was funny, Allura totally knew he was lying through his teeth.
The dinner scenes are a bit grating, but still kinda funny.
Vax and his stealth roll is beautiful, love that sneaky boy!
Then we get to see Simon! Yes!
I hope we see more Simon next season! I adore him!
Also the long shot on Vax's crotch while he picked that lock was so fucking rude. 10/10 thank you
Then the scene where Delilah has Sylas charm Uriel to stop him from drawing suspicion on the pair and Whitestone?
Sylas touching the sovereign and nobody stopping him?
I do think he should have said "You don't need to do that, Friend." rather than just "You don't need to do that.", but maybe that's just me?
Still hot though!
And only Keyleth seeing it? Does she realise what's happening or ???? Baby girl, what do your (Half) Elf eyes see? What do you know?
Also the tension when Delilah finally addresses Percy, everyone panicking - thankfully Vex is there, they'd be lost without her sometimes.
Syals saying "Charmed" like that, though, and right after charming Uriel? Perfect. Beautiful. Amazing.
The beads joke is a bit… eh.
When Delilah tells her little story in a passive aggressive attack on Percy? Percy's reaction?
Fuck me. That was good.
The Briarwoods feigning offence as they leave? They know.
I bet Delilah's things had some sort-of alarm spell on them.
There's another animation error in this scene - as the scene opens we see a servant giving Sylas dessert, but as the Briarwoods leave he has his dinner in front of him again.
(Not mad about this! Genuinely find it really funny.)
Then of course, Vax having his attention stolen by the fire - he had plenty of time, surely.
Then we see the Briarwoods' walking past the mirror to their room and Syals has no reflection while Delilah does? Finally confirming that Delilah wasn't a Vampire while Sylas is one? Because that did confuse people during the campaign. Love it.
And the confrontation! Vax panic-flirting! Then, foolishly, running into the couple instead of to the side and away???
That fucking staredown???
Percy telling the others about what happened to his family, the group rushing to help Vax.
Sylas caressing Vax's face and talking about him being curious while Delilah watches from the bed, the vibes suggesting so many different possibilities???
"You look delicious."????
The bite???? Ahhh????
The ensuing fight, Delilah's spell hitting Pike in the back and looking like when Pike hit her back off the wall in Episode 2???
Keyleth's clutch thorn wall???
No Mercy Percy? Poor Desmond? Scanlan coming out in the end and realising his party fucked up big time?
When I say this is my favourite episode of any show ever...
That being said, Vex'ahlia was robbed of two nat 20s in this fight! She should have hit Delilah!! Twice!!! Ahhhhhhhh-"
Vax Suffering Rating - 5 out of 5
"My boy is paralysed and then felt up by a (very sexy) Vampire?
He gets bitten by said Vampire?
He throws himself out a window?
He hits a flagpole during his fall and lands on concrete?
He gets torn up by Vampire claws after grabbing a broken shard of glass and cutting his hand trying to protect himself?
Then he nearly gets choked out?
Before being hard yeeted onto concrete again?
And he still looks so pretty?
Baby Boy, Baby Boy-"
(masterpost)
#can you tell that i like this episode?#tlovm spoilers#tlovm review#tlovm s1 e3#the legend of vox machina#tlovm#lynias watches tlovm#stop being gay on main lynias
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Welcome back to "Jace has Stranger Things and Taylor Swift brainrot." On today's episode: Red. I'm going kinda out of order, but I honestly think I'll end up doing every album so if you want to see a specific album, let me know
State of Grace: Steddie. "I never saw you coming" "You were never a saint, and I've loved in shades of wrong" They both can be mean and tough, but they were so soft around each other almost immediately
Red: Stancy, from Steve's POV. The relationship was honestly toxic, but it was filled with adrenaline and most likely Steve's first real love. Losing her was hard, since he loved her so strongly. I'm also a "Steve's emotions are too big for his body" person so I might be projecting
Treacherous: Lumax. Max grew up without a strong sense of what a healthy relationship should look like. Her stepdad sucked and was likely awful to her Mom. She's scared of what love and letting people in her bubble mean. Then you add the fact Billy straight up told her to avoid Lucas but she couldn't resist. Then Lucas warning her that getting involved with him could be dangerous. It's not safe on paper, but she loves him
I Knew You Were Trouble: Stancy, from Steve's side. I promise not all the breakup songs will be Stancy. But the line "the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone" paired with the fight, her inability to tell Steve she loves him, the strain with Jonathan in season 4. It just fits so well
All Too Well: Mike and El. "Any time now, he's gonna say it's love. You never called it what it was, til we were dead and gone and buried, checked the pulse and come back swearing it's the same." "You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath" and Mike literally keeping her a secret at first. "I'm a crumbled up piece of paper" as an analogy to the letters. "Maybe we got lost in translation" and El feeling like she isn't even the same species as Mike. "The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" Need I continue?
22: Season 3 Elmax at the mall. Just being teenage girls, the way they deserve. Also, imagine them having a sleepover, dancing around screaming this song while Hopper's at work one night. Adorable
I Almost Do: Jopper. I think the idea that Joyce waited for Hopper, for him to mature or whatever it was, and finally had to stop waiting. It tore them both apart, but I think Joyce would have had a similar reaction to this song; through Lonnie (or however you spell his name), Bob. Everything
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Lumax. My on-again-off-again OTP. Another big slumber party song. They will get back together though, let's be honest
Stay Stay Stay: Platonic Stobbin. I just know Robin would be horrible in an actual fight, she'd get so ready for someone to leave and just snap at them. Steve would try to make her laugh once they sit down to talk it out to relieve the tension. In Steve's eyes, everyone he loves leaves, but Robin stays
The Last Time: Byler. Will has had to beg Mike to give him some attention lately, like in season 4 with the letter fight. "The is the last time I'm asking you this, put my name at the top of your list" "You break my heart in the blink of an eye" "This is the last time I say it's been you all along"
Holy Ground: Platonic Stancy. Like, they've both moved on and have each other as friends in their lives. I love the idea of Steddie and Ronance, with Steve and Nancy dancing together at their weddings
Sad Beautiful Tragic: Jancy. They only started hanging out because of tragedies. Their relationship has only existed because of horrible things, but they found beauty in it. "Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting" and "Could you just try to listen?" with the fight in season 3 and them living on opposite sides of the country in season 4.
The Lucky One: Steve. "You had it figured out since you were in school, everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool" Everyone is quick to tell him he's got it good since he has a rich family and was Mr. Popular, but he's lonely. "Your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you." "You don't feel pretty, you just feel used" "You wonder if you'll make it out alive"
Everything Has Changed: Lumax!! "All I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind" "All I know is a simple name and everything as changed" from Lucas's pov. "All my walls stood tall, painted blue but I'll take 'em down and open up the door for you" "All I know is a new found grace. All my days, I'll know your face" from Max
Starlight: Robin. I think Robin would love space and the stars. We know she loves music, and I think she'd like to dance too. Also the line "worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way" fits her so well. And the line "He's talking crazy, dancing with me. We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream" reads to me as Robin playfully joking about Steve's old crush on her, and I think the two of them would totally hang out on Robin's prom night, but Steve would still make her dance because everyone deserves an awkward prom slow dance
Begin Again: Max, not necessarily about a relationship though. This song makes me think of Max's damaged relationship with men and the party helping her heal that. Billy was abusive, her stepdad sucked. We see Steve be that protective figure where Billy was the opposite. Hopper would totally also take her under his wing and show her what a father figure should be. The boys in the party treat her as an equal. They think she's fierce and funny and beautiful, but they treat her as a person too. She's not used to that; the men in her life haven't been good to her. But they're showing her how worthy she is
The Moment I Knew: Byler. I love Mike, but he's severely dropped the ball for Will. Will was so excited to see him in season 4, but he's hardly paying attention to him before everything happens. Add the fact that season 4 should have been over Will's birthday
Come Back... Be Here: Steddie. "I told myself don't get attached." "I don't want to miss you like this" "If I had known what I'd known now, I never would've played so nonchalant" "I can't help but wish you took me with you" "This is falling in love in the cruelest way" "This is falling for you and you are worlds away"
Girl At Home: Honestly, Murray. Why? I Don't know. But it's him.
Ronan: Hopper (I'm sorry) I think we often forget he lost his daughter, and not only that, he blames himself. The little memories we see show how much he loved her.
Better Man: Max about Billy. She wanted to love him but he was so horrible to her and we see in season 4 how she does miss him. "Talking down to me like I'd always be around, push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun" "I wish it wasn't 4 am standing in the mirror saying 'you know you had to it' I know the bravest thing I ever did was wrong"
Nothing New: Nancy. "Girls go out and have your fun' then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it" Nancy tried to be a teenage girl and lost her best friend, blames herself for it, got slutshammed to the whole town, and became a monster hunter. She deals with the most sexism, both from other characters and the fandom. "what will become of me once I lost my novelty" "how can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22?" "She'll know the way and then she'll say she got the map from me" about Holly or Erica, and feeling so conflicted because these girls look up to her but she feels like a mess who shouldn't be a goal to reach. Especially for Erica, since she got roped into the Upside Down stuff so young.
The other vault songs don't really match in my opinion, so this is all for today
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#mike wheeler#el hopper#will byers#jonathan byers#joyce byers#taylor swift#chief hopper#red taylor’s version
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magi and juhaku nyeheheh
MAGI
Favorite character: masrur and judar and kougyoku and hakuren and
Least Favorite character: whatever that onna-girai lookin dude that beats morgiana up right after zagan in sindria.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): uh juhaku, sphintus and titus, hakuren x happiness, sharryamu, ja'far x a fucking break and all the fanalis x ME bro i
Character I find most attractive: masrur
Character I would marry: so many. yam hi kougyoku hi masrur hi sinbad get fucked no hakuren hi sphintus h--
Character I would be best friends with: kougyoku (id bully ka kobun) koumei would b my buddy we would not speak ever but we'd Get Along like that. but also i want to make him infodump at me i bet he knows cool things
a random thought: i avoided this fandom years ago because everyone was thirsty and simping but ykw i am not better
An unpopular opinion: idk whats unpopular i stay blissfully ignorant
my canon OTP: (guy who flips back and forth in the kou civil war arc and forgets the rest of the series) whats canon again
Non-canon OTP: aside from juhaku.. uhh... idk i multiship a bit . many notions are entertained in my head... i do think myron x kougyoku is very nice
most badass character: myron amd kougy and tbh belial hakuryuu
pairing I am not a fan of: most of them r...Fine....... ren family incest get lost tho.
character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hakuei why does she vanish off the map :( where is hakuryuu and hakuei making up scene
favourite friendship: alibaba and kougyoku and judar and kougyoku and basically kougyoku and everyone. my baby
character I want to adopt or be adopted by: sinbad . i would be the best son id make fun of him alll day. sindria is cool the generals are cool id get money and cool friensd and to Make Fun Of Him All Day
JUHAKU
when of if I started shipping it. uhhh. always thought it was neato especially after i read the manga but the real jh brainworms did not occur until i acquired magi liker friends
my thoughts: judar and hakuryuu fucking shit up arc is my favorite in the manga. for Reasons. "i know what the right thing is. i know i should put aside the hurt and anger i feel and move forwards towards a better world for everyone. i know i should do it but i cant im too fucking upset" is so vibes with me i love characters being rightfully resentful
What makes me happy about them: they get each other... the mutual devotion..... the certainty that the other will be with them.. domesticity postcanon.......
What makes me sad about them: YUU AND RENREN WILL NEVER SEE THEM HAPPY TOGETHER AND
things done in fanfic that annoys me: maybe like. not enough Stupidity. both are comedically dumb at times and i am a verified stupids liker. but tbh so far jh fanfics have been to my likings so not much
things I look for in fanfic: ......trans judar... or other tropes id like. and. low word counts. i cant read
My kinks: not particularly interested in this regard
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
My happily ever after for them: THEM LIVING IN JUDAR'S TINY VILLAGE POSTCANON HAVING A NICE QUIET LIFE COMING TO TERMS WITH MUNDANITY AND DOMESTICITY AND
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