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officialparentofadrien · 9 months

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Two years ago, Armin Arlert left you for Annie. You wanted everyone to be happy, so you let him go. Now, a reunion brings you two together once again. Armin and Annie have broken up, but you were not aware of that.

This is Canon Divergence, mostly based on my own OC. Which means that Eren is alive. And there's no EreMika here sorry. I don't really like that ship.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem! Reader, Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhardt (Past relationship) Warnings: Curse Words, Heartbreak, Break-ups, Some mentions of gore, Armin's kind of indirectly a jerk, Mental Instability, Existential Crisis, S**cidal thoughts (For reader but tbh who in AOT is mentally okay?), I love Annie but- Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Hurt-Comfort

You sat on the floor of your bedroom. You still couldn't believe what you heard. Armin's in love with Annie? Is that why he's been avoiding you? You cradled your head in your hands, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe this..." You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Annie? The girl who killed your best friend?? Why is everything going so wrong? You've never felt so alone...She killed your best friend, and now your lover is about to leave you for her.

Who are you, really? What...What are you here for? What's your purpose in the world? Your future...You wanted and imagined that Armin would be in it. But now...It all seems so...So bleak. So far away. What now? Is there really a future beyond Armin? Was it all a mirror of delusion that's now come shattering down on you, and you're forced to pick up the pieces, cutting your flesh and searing scars deep into your soul.

Everything was going so wrong...Because not too long after that, you were all locked in a cell. The cold metal of the locket Armin gave you seared through the fabric of your skirt. You dished it out of your pocket and stared at it. You opened the locket and looked at your and Armin's picture. You both looked so happy and so in love...Then you looked at him from the cell across you, he was staring into nothingness. 'Together For Eternity' it read on the front, engraved on the metal.

"This is a promise, a promise that I will love you forever." You remember him saying. What happened now?

You sat up from the cold, damp floor and threw the locket across you, landing by Armin's feet. He looked up from his feet and at you, eyes wide. "You don't have to be tied to your promise anymore." You say, before lying back down on the floor. You didn't have the energy to argue, to fight back. You'd rather just...lie down. And wait for the end, maybe?

Yet you found yourself fighting back, fighting for survival. Especially after Hange's last words to you before they sacrificed their own life.

"I know it all seems so bleak right now, name. You don't know your place in the world, Death is stomping over the soils we call our home...Your first love just dumped you. But I promise you, there's a future beyond this...beyond that. Beyond Armin. You just have to fight to see it."

A lot happened during the rumbling and after it. When you left Paradis, you were unsure and scared. But you wanted to see it through because like Hange said, you're strong and there's a future beyond the storm.

Now, you find yourself sitting down, drinking tea on the deck of a ship, on the way to Paradis. It's been two years since then, you wonder how everyone is doing?

Historia sent you an invitation, wanting to reunite everyone and have tea. Also meaning that she wants everyone to hang out. You were unsure at first, but then realized, what the hell? Your friends are still there. Even if you've left letters from Armin unread and unopened, you still missed your friends. Seeing Armin would just be like the little thorn on the rose.

But there's no denying your love for him. You still very much do.

As you walk down the pier, you breathe deeply as you see familiar faces and hear familiar voices. The salty sea air and the waves crashing against the shore, the chatter of the people around you, it all played at the same time.

You were greeted with hugs and excited voices. Connie was especially excited to see you, his "bro" as he said. "It was no fun without you here bro!" He said, in those exact same words.

You greeted them all, and for keeping up polite appearances, even though you didn't want to, you greeted Armin and Annie, separately (strangely) with smiles and a calm voice.

"Name. It's so good to see you." Armin says cheerfully.

You nodded, also smiling back. "It's been a while...Commander."

The formal way you addressed Armin sent a pang to his heart. His face fell and his smile became a little strained. He remembers writing letters to you, in hopes of maybe just...maintaining a connection. But every time he sends out a letter, nothing ever comes back in return. He only knew to hope. And that created feelings of conflict inside him. Who did he really love? Did he really love Annie?

He shakes his head. No, it's you. It's always been you. You, who was always there for him whenever he felt like he can't even stand. You, who always swooped in to save him whenever death was marching towards him. It was always you.

But now begs the question...Do you still love him? Would you still take him back? How would he win you over? He has to convince you that he will never leave you again.

He looks on with a longing gaze and a brewing sense of guilt and regret as you interact with the rest of the group. Your smile was so radiant, your laugh was so melodious and you just looked...so, so beautiful.

You didn't willingly interact with him and everyone knew better than to make things awkward by bringing the topic of your past relationship with Armin up.

But then on your 7th night...You stood in the gardens of the inn you're staying at. You couldn't sleep. Maybe you ate too many sweets...But it's DESSERT what do you want to do?? Eat it, duh.

You thought everyone was asleep. You thought everyone retired for the night. But you were proven wrong when a voice cut through the silence of the night.

(To be continued, Part two)

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incubum · 9 months

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okay so hear me out -

one night (post-s1 pre-s2) richie is sitting in a bench down by the pier having a teeny tiny existential crisis reading the book he told carmy about in ep1. a crying or maybe cried-out woman comes to sit next to him and after couple minutes of very awkward silence he asks her if she’s doing okay and regrets it very quickly because she is/was crying for fuck’s sake obviously she’s not okay. fortunately the question doesn’t backfire and she’s actually grateful cause she’s got so much bottled up so everything just sort of spills out. at the end of her rant she’s kind of embarrassed that she’s bothering this complete stranger with her whining but richie, who was also having a night full of self-pity himself, is feeling rather sympathetic and takes a chance on this strange woman and trauma-dumps in return. they spend the night wallowing and eventually end up feeling the tiniest bit better by morning once they get everything out there. surprisingly, a pathetic night turned out pretty good after all. eventually once the morning comes she has to leave to go to work. they exchange “see you later”s but forget that they haven’t exchanged names or numbers but this only hits richie later on when he goes to pick up his phone to talk to her and tell her something funny he’s heard that he thought she’d crack up at. which throws him back to square one, all sad and shit. a few days later they cross paths and richie thinks he has used up all his luck in the world on this moment, finding the one person he wanted to see again despite how fucking huge and crowded chicago is. this time they exchange names and numbers and it eventually turns into something serious. she travels a lot due to work so they’re always either texting or talking (mostly talking because richie doesn’t quite get texting). she texts him a photo of herself in his devry university sweatshirt that he left at her place and he makes it his lockscreen because that’s the sort of thing I KNOW he’d do okay don’t judge me. one day carmy sees his lockscreen and he goes “richie why the fuck is (character’s name — let’s call her roman roy because that’s the sort of thing i had in mind) your lockscreen?” and richie is so confused because although he has talked about her before he never gave them her full name so he says “how the fuck do you know jesse?” and carmy just laughs and goes “cousin that’s roman fucking roy she’s that asshole logan roy’s daughter, she’s a fucking billionaire” and richie is just so fucking shocked but obviously he dismisses carmy saying “why shouldn’t i know roman roy” and trying to act chill but the second he’s gone he’s immediately googling roman roy and his mind gets sooooo fucked and calls her a bajillion times while she’s in a meeting

okay that might be absolute crap but i was thinking abt succession and the bear happening in the same universe and this came out — it’s totally self-indulgent but i kinda wanna write it and see where it goes??? idk you’re my favourite richie writer and i guess i just wanted to tell you about it

never seen succession but i finally sat down and read this ask and i was vibing and jiving with it the whole time. you should DEFINITELY write it my dude

#frankietxt #richie jerimovich x reader

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overwhelmed-frog · 4 days

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recently started 911 (just finished s3 e2) and I can’t get over how much Happened to buck in the span of two episodes. my man got blown up and crushed by an entire fire truck. spent months recovering, and then at his “congrats you recovered and get to work at your dream job again” party started coughing up blood and had a pulmonary embolism. subsequently told he actually can’t come back to work. had an existential crisis and didn’t get out of bed for weeks. finally got dragged out of bed by his best friend to go have a Fun Day with their his child while he’s at work. he leaves the house for the first time in weeks and they go to a pier. fuckin. tsunami. best friend’s child is now lost in the sea.

#that’s too many things for one guy!!!#let a guy take a fuckin breather!!! jesus fucking christ #I have to go to bed bc I already stayed up to watch another ep but I am STRESSED #911 on abc spoilers #911 abc #oh yeah and his girlfriend dumped him somewhere in there too 💀#specifically because of the fire truck explosion/crushing incident #ITS ENOUGH SLICES!!!!#also I’ve seen enough about the show previously that like I know chris is gonna be fine but STILL

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everything-fine-n-peachy · 1 year

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Popcorn on the Roof (Mark au)

Popcorn on the roof - the sound of rain, particularly when it’s heavy on a tin roof.

The Post Grad Series Warning: Low Pressure Area

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Mark x oc Genre: fluffy angst Warnings: none Word count: 1.5k Song: Obvious Bicycle by Vampire Weekend TLDR: Mark grapples with an existential crisis On days like this when the sky was clear and the breeze was just right, one should seize the moment and enjoy it while it lasts. But on days like this, Mark still liked to pack an umbrella. You can never really be too complacent, he thought.

“Mark, you’re zoning out again.” Mackenzie poked at his cheek when he got that glassy look for the second time on their date if you could even call it a date.

They sat on a bench just outside the city on a particularly slow weekend. The local fair would be in full swing, drawing crowds to the pier and away from their little park at least for a few more hours.

Mark scratched the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry. Gosh, you don’t deserve to be on such a boring date.”

“Don’t be a sad boy Mark, it doesn’t suit you.”

It was incredible to him that Mackenzie even allowed him to take her out after last week. Not after he told her about a particularly attractive offer of a music production master class with a paid internship abroad that would begin in the next month.

“We don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, but all I’m saying is you shouldn’t have to pretend like you’re fine when you’re not. Don’t even do it because we’re on a date.”

“I don’t even have anything planned,” he sulked.

“We can just be here, we don’t need something elaborate.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he said with a sigh Mackenzie clicked her lips at his statement. “Again, we don’t like sad boys here.”

Mark couldn’t help but giggle, the first time for that day. He was fully aware that he and Mackenzie weren’t exactly about to go steady but was it such a crime to want to be here long enough until they actually were? To want something just for the sake of his own joy for once?

All his life Mark knew exactly who he needed to be. A good son to his parents, a responsible friend, a helpful classmate, a diligent student, and a role model that everyone could lean on.

This is who I am, he’d tell himself. It felt good to meet people’s expectations.

But who he wanted to be was a question that he often opted to push aside. It interfered with the character he was already so good at playing. There were days when he couldn’t even differentiate between who he actually was and who everyone else wanted him to be. It was best to just survive now and think later.

On some days, he felt like he needed to dip his flesh and bones in molten gold just to deserve that spot on everyone’s pedestal. Even amongst friends the need to seamlessly be funny without being too careless, be cool without breaking too many rules, and be a good little church boy without sounding too naïve, all of that was suffocating.

Surprisingly even music, which Mark loved dearly, become a prison for him. Everybody had an opinion on what he should achieve by a certain age or where he should send demos next. Suddenly just the music wasn’t enough.

So he found himself back where he began, in his bedroom with a guitar. But If anyone had asked Mark Lee how his life had been in the past three months, he’d for sure answer that it was the happiest he’d been in a long time. Really, there was only one reason for that.

To Mackenzie, Mark was only Mark. And for the life of him, he couldn’t remember a time when he could just be exactly that; himself.

There was no need to act or to contort himself into painful angles just to please anyone. He could be goofy and she’d laugh. He could go on for hours about his crazy theories about life and she’d listen. He could be completely silent and she’d sit there with him just like they were now.

“You know, I’m so glad I didn’t become a priest?”

“Because then if you were, you’d actually be bitchless forever?”

The breeze carried Mark’s laughter all the way to the next street, the sound bouncing around as if looking for the right place to perch. It was otherworldly in the sense that Mark couldn’t be further from jovial at this point.

“You know what? We’re all a mess so don’t pretend you’re not. If you’re confused, then be confused.” She turned to face him making sure to emphasize her next point.

“I’ve been ghosted and led on in this lifetime, but what I shall never be is pitied. So don’t stay if you’re going to say it’s because of…” Mackenzie trailed off, “you know, for whatever this is.”

He looked at Mackenzie and he could almost feel the moisture in his eyes turn into tears. Mark smiled fondly and grabbed her hand, opting to stare up at the sky.

“I’ve always done right by everybody. I guess I just feel like… like I don’t know what I want anymore.”

Mackenzie instinctively squeezed back whenever she felt Mark fiddling with her hand. Despite the straight face, her chest was heavy, and her throat felt dry. What else was there to say?

“You love music. If this is a one time chance, wouldn’t you regret not taking it?” She asked.

“I-”

Just as Mark was about to respond, the rain started falling in large droplets. They fell heavily on the stone path and soon enough it was a full-on shower. Mark could hardly believe his shitty luck. Like wherever he was, the clouds seemed to follow him anyway, even with the clearest skies.

“Jesus, it can’t get any worse than this,” he mumbled, grabbing the umbrella from his backpack. He pulled Mackenzie closer to him, making sure to shield her from the cold. When they finally reached the shelter, they were both exhausted and dripping despite the umbrella.

“Isn’t it appropriate,” Mackenzie snorted.

Mark was bewildered, only able to muster a frown.

“Doesn’t this give you Deja vu? When you first asked me out three months ago, we were also running through the rain, now we’re… here.”

His feet moved on their own. One in front of the other until he could envelop Mackenzie in the tightest embrace. He didn’t have enough words to explain how much he wanted to stay. He wasn’t even sure of what he wanted to say. So they end up huddled together at the bus stop, the sound of rain filling the silence.

When the bus arrived 10 minutes later, they wordlessly collapsed on their seats, relieved to be away from the cold. Mark’s gaze stayed trained on the window, the rain relentless. Mackenzie’s head rests on Mark’s shoulder. He assumed she’d be asleep after such an ordeal.

Did he regret stalling before finally telling Mackenzie about the news? He wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t like he’d have the guts to. Not when he was having the best time of his life; seeing the same city but with a fresh set of eyes.

Mark smiled to himself recalling fond memories of late nights on the couch with his guitar while Mackenzie peacefully dozed off, long walks to cafes he’d never heard of before, tissues and revelations when they both managed to get a little too drunk, even that very first morning he mistakenly ended up in front of Mackenzie’s apartment. For someone supposedly lost then, it was ironic to feel like he was finally home.

He snuggled closer to Mackenzie, putting a kiss on the top of her head. Was it too much of a stretch to say that it wasn’t about wanting to leave but more about not physically being able to will himself to do so anymore?

What do I want to be?

At first, Mark wanted to be successful in a field he loved. He’d given his heart and soul to get where he was, but even then something was missing. It wasn’t like he wasn’t passionate anymore. He would be lying if he said that the chance to work with artists equally as dedicated as he was didn’t allure him at all, of course, he still wanted that.

But Mark also wanted to be happy.

As he looked down at Mackenzie tucked under his arm, blissfully unaware of the storm he was cooking up in his head, he realized that right there was the joy he’d been looking for. Right in his arms. As it turned out, joy wasn’t something searched for outside of himself. Rather, something elicited from the inner depths of the soul by a force strong enough to make you realize, you were always enough, to begin with.

Mark couldn't fathom how to part from all of these new things dear to his heart. So he held on tighter, at least, for the rest of the ride home.

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justkeeponsimming · 1 year

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Moments later, Kana transforms into her werewolf form.

It’s not a full moon. It’s Kana’s stress from work and yet again receiving a disciplinary from her boss for lack of good work ethic. How can any sim have a positive attitude when they’re stuck in a tiny cubicle with no windows, no friendly faces and endless reports to fill out?

By the time Kana’s mind races back to reality, she finds herself sprinting around the Plumbite Pier. Sims that see her cower or dive for cover. She wouldn’t attack anyone! She’s harmless! The only sim she hurts is herself. She fights against her instincts and doesn’t change her lifestyle to make things better. She feels like she can’t, but she’s had this existential crisis so many times - how can she keep going with soul-crushing elements in her life?

Finally, Kana harnesses enough strength to guide her wolf form towards a quieter end of the pier. There aren’t any sims around, so she could try to regain control and transform into her human form.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #differences in the family tree #ditft #quick legacy gen 7 #reed quick #legacy challenge

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fancydonutqueen · 1 year

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Me and my family returned to California at the end of August, 2012.

This time, we ended up flying, since the ol’ Minivan had gone belly up. Our plan was to bum around San Francisco, LA, and San Diego for 2 weeks.

Call me a spoiled brat, but the novelty had kind of worn off at this point. Like, California was cool and all that, but couldn’t we go someplace new? Obviously, there’s no such thing as a grateful 12 year old.

I think that airports are one of the bleakest places in the world - it's essentially purgatory. You know that there's something better waiting on the other side, but the wait still feels like an eternity. I revoke what I said before, the journey is NOT better than the destination. At least not when you’re flying.

We reached San Francisco and did the typical touristy things; Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, and The Pier.

My mom wanted to take a picture of EVERYTHING. I wouldn’t have minded if she hadn’t insisted that my siblings and I be in all of the photos.

Despite my non-smiling, edgy little face sabotaging each picture by displaying subtle attitude, she kept snapping away. It should be illegal to take pictures of insecure children, even if they’re your kid.

Age 12 felt like the transition from kid to teen, and this trip cemented that. I entertained thoughts I hadn’t had before and experienced feelings completely new.

The next leg of the trip was LA.

Again, we mainly did the touristy things: Universal Studios (kind of like Disney Land, but less child-like), Rodeo Drive (peak materialism, not very enticing to me), and the Santa Monica beach/pier (very crowded but amazing nonetheless).

At the beach one evening, I noticed myself fixating on a shirtless, college-aged guy tossing a football around with some of his friends. He had short, sun-kissed curls, and a lean yet muscular physique. Kind of like a young Zac Efron if you will.

I'm not gonna lie. I was staring. Something about him drew me in and kept my gaze. I felt weird, but not ashamed. Here I was, at the beach, and instead of enjoying the wonderful view, I was looking at a DIFFERENT view.

My sister noticed me swooning and discretely told me to stop. I averted my gaze, but still sneaked a few peeks here and there. He left shortly after, and I got kind of sad.

For the rest of the trip, I felt like my sister looked at me a bit differently.

The final leg of the trip was supposed to be San Diego.

However, the morning we were meant to depart, I woke up with an intense dread.

“What’s the point?” I thought to myself. I didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere, I just wanted to lie in bed. I felt like a 13 year old who had just read Nietzsche for the first time. This was the first existential spiral/identity crisis that I experienced.

We ended up missing our shuttle and flew back to Vancouver in defeat.

I felt like my family HATED me. Of course, no one can relate to the vicious pre-teen angst. I think my dread that morning stemmed from the ultimate realization that I was no longer an innocent child.

When I got back to Canada, it felt like everything had changed.

Overall, through the ups and downs, I feel like I learned a valuable lesson about myself from each trip we took to California.

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arkitiore · 3 years

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stars+rk1k for the drabble post you reblogged? :)

"How many do you think there are?"

Connor inquired absently while kicking his feet back and forth where they hung over the low pier, keeping his shoeless feet pointed upwards so that only his heels skimmed the surface of the water. His gaze was flickering over the many pinpricks of light that littered the atmosphere above them and a contented expression was resting on his face.

Markus followed his eyes upwards as Connors short attention span was abruptly captured instead by the water below him. He frowned slightly at the question, mulling it over in his head as the RK800 bent over suddenly to pluck something from the lake with a splash. Markus turned back to the other and paused breifly with his answer hanging from his lips as Connor quickly stuck whatever he had just retrieved from the water - algae? hopefully - into his mouth before promptly spitting it out again with a grimace as his LED spun yellow.

Choosing to ignore that, as Markus did with many of Connors peculiarities, he allowed his response to escape.

"Well, astronomers estimate that there's around one hundred thousand million in our galaxy alone. Beyond that...I don't know. Its a number I can barely comprehend, and given what we are that's saying something."

An odd look crossed over Connors face as his attention snapped back to the other android, unblinking. Markus allowed his brow to crease a fraction in confusion as the RK800s led span a sluggish yellow, then turned to a rapid orange before settling on bright and solid red with a sharp intake of breath.

"Connor...?" He inquired as the other android stilled completely, now blinking rapidly at nothing.

"I- sorry." He eventually uttered with a shake of his head. "Sorry. I just...theres a 'beyond that'...shit"

His eyes drifted upwards again but the previous expression of contentment had been replaced with something akin to a terrified awe.

"There's a beyond that...."

As Markus took in the gleam that was beginning to form over Connors eyes it began to dawn on him what had just occurred.

"You've never looked up astronomy before in your database have you?" He asked gently to a shake of Connors head.

He allowed a soft smile to form on his face as he observed the existential crisis that was no doubt brewing beneath the RK800s plasteel chassis. Markus would forget often just how young the other android was until he was reminded of it in moments such as these. Contrary to what a human might think from the outside, androids were not all knowing creatures. Models such as themselves could only give the impression of being that. If someone was to reference a topic or fact that one of them was unfamiliar with then they had the capacity to research said topic, comprehend it and then respond without missing a beat - but they did still need to learn.

Sometimes it surprised Markus to find out what very basic facts of their existance that Connor had not yet gotten around to studying. Evidently the full scale of the night sky outwith their small planet was one of them.

"No...I haven't" the younger android muttered, drawing a fond huff if laughter from Markus.

"Yeah, It's a little frightening to think about the first time isn't it?"

Connor nodded with his gaze still affixed on the void.

"We barely understand even a fraction of what's out there...but I hadn't realised. I guess I had just assumed..." He trailed off, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he processed this new revelation.

Markus breathed in slightly, allowing himself to follow Connor down the rabbit hole of contemplating their place in the universe. Their significance, or insignificance. What it means to be alive in the universe, whether it means anything at all. He readied himself to share his musings on their fleeting presence in the vast stream of time and space when Connors mouth abruptly shut and his eyes snapped down towards the wooden planks of the pier while his arm shout out at an alarming speed to snatch up a large beetle and touch its shell to the tip of his tongue before Markus had any chance of stopping him.

His LED finally shifted from red as it span an excited yellow before settling on blue, having apparently found the beetle to be...analytically pleasing? Markus wasn't sure.

"Perhaps..." Markus began, changing course form his previous thought as Connor set the animal back down with a smile to watch it trundle off in the direction it had been headed in before.

"Perhaps we don't have to understand something completely to find it beautiful"

Connor met his eyes with a soft expression of comprehension before leaning his head down on the others shoulder and sighing into the embrace that he was promptly wrapped up in.

"Dont worry Markus, you'll figure me out. Eventually"

The shoulder under Connors ear shook with quiet laughter.

"You know what? I hope I never do."

Thank you for the ask and sorry it took so long to get to!!

#am i writing this on mobile from the end of a pier at a lake...maybe #definitely #thank you for this prompt it was very sweet!!!#rk1k #dbh #rk1000 #detroit become human #my writing #long post #sorry but i cant do a read more from mobile #updating tags to say i just found out i got sunburtTOFUCK while writing this oop

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imdefyingmavity · 3 years

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Right Here

Quick Hellstrop brotp mini-fic.

Fluff, hint of one-sided romantic feelings, emotional hurt/comfort.

It wasn’t until he saw the leather jacket on the desk that he began to worry. Before then, when he’d seen Eleanor make a rather impromptu exit out of Tahani’s party, he’d been a little confused. In what crazy dimension did Eleanor Shellstrop leave a party before all the shrimp had been devoured? The platters had barely been touched.

He’d waited a while, in case she came back, mingling among the fake residents, the real humans as well as the rest of the team, head constantly rotating back towards the door for a sign of her re-entry. Na-da.

After making his own excuses, he followed the scent of her perfume, which had also left a pink mist in her wake, visible only to his supernatural eyes. He regrets having told his friends about that aspect of his abilities a little, mainly after Jason compared him to the sniffer dog that slobbered over him once at a bus station.

The path lead him to their office, or the ‘Hot God’s Throne Room’ as she’d once named it. Hardly a false analogy, Michael had silently thought.

“Eleanor?” he’d asked, making his way in. All of his adversary-turned-friend-turned boss that awaited him was the jacket on the desk that she’d worn over her dress on the walk to the party.

That and two pairs of high-heels kicked unceremoniously to the side.

“Oh, Eleanor...” He whispered, grasping the jacket in his hand, instantly inhaling the odour of discomfort and anxiety.

The smell said half of it. The fact some of her clothes had been hastily abandoned here rather than at her clown house said the rest. Something was wrong.

Fortunately, a burned out Eleanor is easy to track.

It doesn’t take him less than fifteen minutes to follow the pink trail in the air, cutting through the deserted town, over the fields, out towards the lake. Ah, of course. As soon as he recognises the significance of her destination, he knows what prompted her to leave in such a rush. He doesn’t need to follow the trail, he knows exactly what wooden bench she’s going to be sitting on.

She doesn’t look up as he treads closer to her, head buried between her knees pulled up onto the seat, hugged to her chest. The little bumps on her exposed shoulders tremble while the rest of her stays rigid.

“Getting chilly?” he says, softly.

Eleanor lifts her head, the tiniest of gasps, her eyes sparkling with the briefest flash of excitement before they dim. Disappointed.

Were you expecting someone else? Of course.

Tears mark her blotchy cheeks that she rushes to dry with her fist; “No...Just way too hot at the party and I thought I could cool off back at the office but it was like a forking oven, so I came out here and....now I’m cold, yeah.”

He nods, understanding all too well how the world can turn into a furnace when everything feels as though it’s about to collapse in on you. And this is coming from a guy born and raised in magma.

Eleanor might not have had anxiety attacks the same as him. Her usual response to stressful situations was to lash out, toss over some cakes, kick some chairs, consuming a ton of alcohol on the way. Without any of those options being acceptable for an Immortal Heavenly Being; her only outlet was to do as she did as a frightened child; and hide away.

“Here,” he doesn’t wait for her to accept the offer as he removes his jacket and places it over her shoulders, just to cover the little bumps; “Wow, you’re small...It looks like you’re popping your head out of a molehill made from cloth.”

“Shut up, you flagpole” Eleanor manages a chuckle, sniffling after, tugging it around her shoulders, “...Thanks.” she remembers, with a mumble.

He lingers, this time waiting for her consent; “D’you want company?”

“No...” she responds, staring out at the vast body of water beneath the full moon; “I wanna be by myself.”

“Okay...”

He starts to step away, only for her to grab his hand.

“What the fork are you doing?”

Michael blinks; “You just said-”

“Yeah. By myself. And you’re like...ridiculously similar to me that we’re practically the same person, so you can stay.”

He blinks again.

“That’s...insanely confusing!”

“Just sit down, dummy.” She tugs him again. As she wishes, Michael places himself down beside her, taking note of how short of breath she still is from crying. As soon as he’d noticed the tears shining, he’d had to ground himself to avoid rushing forward to dry them.

Now he’s close enough, having been invited to share her space, he dares to reach out and rub her back.

“Just breathe. You’re okay.” he whispers, softly, “No one’s gonna be out here, you can cry if you want.” Fork the garbage Donna fed her about hiding her emotions.

She sniffs, gulping for air; “M’so sick of crying...And I thought I was over this, I mean...We’re so close to the end and I’m sure we’ve got this but...Fork.” Eleanor looks down; “Seeing them dance...Seeing him kiss her...They look so happy.”

“Not half as happy as when he danced with you.” He’s tempted to give her the memory of their little dance in the rain in #119, in case it stopped being fresh for her. He’d been so pissed off about that not being enough to spoil their date at the time.

“What does it matter if he doesn’t remember that?” She scoffs, untucking her knees and looking back at the lake; “What does the first kiss we have here mean anything if he comes here with Simone, all the time, and they have dozens of their own kisses!?”

“He will remember. I promised, I’d give him all his memories back when this is over.” It can’t come soon enough. Saving humanity was beginning to come second to just seeing her be happy again.

Eleanor’s shoulders slump; “...And if he still chooses her? What then? We could win this whole thing and he could come back and I’m just...back to being alone!”

“Okay, now you’re being an idiot.”

“Thanks, pal! And you wonder why I refuse to call you Hottest Savior?!”

“I mean it!” He almost growls, putting his hand on her shoulder; “Do you really think you’re gonna have none of us around you, on the one in a billion chance that Chidi doesn’t wanna get back with you? You don’t think what you’ve got to look forward to in the Good Place extends beyond being with him? C’mon. Chidi would the last person to want you to be thinking like that.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes; “Yeah well...Sometimes I wanna say ‘fork Chidi’. I mean...obviously I wanna fork Chidi but I mean-.”

“I get it.” Damn horny bipeds.

He reaches out to take her hand, linking his fingers between hers, caressing the joint of her thumb with his own.

“Listen. If you were ever alone without him, do you think I’d have followed you out here? Do you think Tahani or Jason or Janet wouldn’t have noticed, if not me, and done the same?” He lowers his voice, inching closer.

Eleanor pauses.

Her other hand moves up to touch with the hem of his jacket covering her.

“It’s always you.” she mumbles, eyes casting over his chest. I’m up here, he wants to say, or would that crane her neck?

“Yeah, well...I could say the same about you.” The first one to ever pick him up after an existential breakdown. The last one who held him during a crisis, paralysed at the thought of losing his friends in the worst possible way. “Who else knows rock bottom better than us, hmm?”

Finally, she smiles; “We pretty much founded the place. It’s like our own little kingdom at this point.”

Michael shyly smiles. Hades and Persephone. All those times, in his past, when he pictured Eleanor at his side, not as an oblivious victim but his partner. His one worthy equal. Then he found himself constantly bested by her, beaten, to the point he was at her heels, following her lead, waiting for her to say jump so he could ask how high? Willing to cast himself into the fire if she deemed him unworthy, or she needed him gone.

He will never understand how Chidi could resist her pleas to stay. If she asked for Chidi’s memory back tonight, even at the risk of dooming humanity, he would obey.

Perhaps the knowledge that he shouldn’t is all that stops him from making the offer in the first place.

Fork, when did his arm find its way around her shoulders? When did she start leaning in so close? She’s practically snuggling against him now. She must be getting cold.

He waves his hand, warming up the night breeze that passes over the lake. She still doesn’t move away. He doesn’t exactly push her either.

“Y’know...The reason I was looking to find you at the party when I saw you leave was I was gonna ask you for a dance.” he confesses, needing to break the tense silence.

“Oh, really?” She glances up, raising an eyebrow; “Well...I’m not walking all the way back.”

Michael nods; “It’s okay...I was expecting a ‘no’.”

“Did I say ‘no’?”

He looks to see her giving that cheeky smile. Shirt, he must be blushing. She always looks at him with that smug, endearing gaze when she knows she’s succeeded in teasing him.

It feels a shame to pull away from the cuddle she was beginning to relax into as he gets to his feet. Probably for the best none of the humans come across their Goddess sleeping in the arms of her Architect out in the open...especially Chidi, no matter how chaste it may be.

“No trying to trip each other to fall in the lake, deal?”

Eleanor groans, leaving Michael’s jacket on the seat; “I guess...Spoilsport.”

Neither are going to make that promise. What would be the fun in that?

He gives her his best ‘devilish’ grin and holds out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Boss?”

Eleanor’s eyes flutter up and down his front before locking his gaze again, her tears all but dried. “Only because you’re rockin’ that tux,” She gives him her hand; “You may, buddy.”

He gently tugs her up onto her bare feet. Without her heels, she barely meets his neck. She doesn’t seem to mind, smiling as he moves her onto the pier, beneath the strung up lights along the boardwalk.

A snap of his fingers and a song begins to play on the invisible surround sound system.

If I see you next to never, How can we say forever?

Fingers smooth gently up her back as he holds her close. Her head rests into his chest as they sway to the 80′s ballad. Stroking her shoulders, he finds the same little bumps are still there, but no longer trembling. He wishes he knew enough about being human to understand what that meant. So long as she no longer feels alone, that’s all he wants.

“Michael...” she murmurs, sliding her other arm around his side.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here.”

He resists the old urge to make a nonchalant quip for humor sake and gives into the sentiment swelling beneath this suit. He kisses the top of her head, whispering adoringly;

“Always.”

Wherever you go, Whatever you do...

It feels a little wrong to be dancing with Eleanor Shellstrop in the spot where she had her first kiss with the love of her life, but as she pointed out, he’s had just as many dates here with Simone. Michael allows the remnants of his demon past to find a weird taste of satisfaction, for Eleanor’s sake anyway. It’s hardly as if the nerd was here to see it, or even care in his current state. Maybe one day, in the future, if he’s feeling particularly petty and satantic, he’ll brag to Chidi’s face about how he had one of most romantic, moonlit dances with his girlfriend. Because only a fool would give up that chance, even if to save the Universe.

All for no other reason than to make sure his friend is always grateful for being the one Eleanor Shellstrop loves with all her heart, and wanting to make up for every moment he missed with her this year. Just as Michael thanks Upper Management every day that he has the honor of dwelling in a fraction of it.

Whatever it takes, Or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.

#hellstrop fic #pininggg #idk if i like how this turned out #i just really wanted to write something like this #and i always do sad michael in s4 #i rarely do sad eleanor but she's going through so much #and i like doing caretaker michael outside of npl sometimes

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bookworm-blogs · 3 years

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Surprise Ask!: Some Kayama and Shirakumo headcannons?

I’M SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER I’VE BEEN BUSY W/ WORK N SHIT FHFHFHH

But omg yes! HELL yess I do!!

Since you didn't specify whether their relationship would be platonic or romantic, I'll just do both because BY GOD THEIR FRIENDSHIP ITSELF IS HEAVILY OVERLOOKED. (I'm still salty about Kayama's lack of presence in the main magna regarding the Kurogiri reveal. She's just as much a friend to Shirakumo as Aizawa and Yamada, damn it! Then again Horikoshi could be holding off on us for a reason idk we'll just have to wait and see...)

Anyways! Platonic (ft. Rooftop Gang) headcannons!

1. Kayama and Shirakumo have a similar taste in music. I know our world and the BNHA world are different (apparently they haven't reached the moon yet in BNHA?? And Aizawa had a touch screen phone in Vigilantes so I'm assuming their generation and our millennials grew up a tad bit differently), but I can't help but think they would be complete nerds of 80's rock. Smashing Pumpkins, Fleetwood Mac, Red Hot Chili Peppers... These two would always contact each other on when the next album hits and be each other's first choice to concerts and would always blow all their money on band merch. Their all-time favorite song would probably be "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac, or "September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire. They always argue about which is better.

2. These two are the BIGGEST video game nerds. Every now and then, when they aren’t busy with school or work studies, Kayama would come over to Shirakumo’s house to play games with him. Aizawa isn’t too fond of video games, and Yamada prefers to listen to different types of podcasts, so that leaves Kayama to be Shirakumo’s gamer buddy, which isn’t bad at all since this girl loves all types of games. From Animal Crossing to the Halo franchise, Kayama has a surprisingly broad range, with her favorite genre of video games being horror shooter games like Resident Evil. Shirakumo isn’t a big fan of horror and is more a fan of free world games like Red Dead Redemption or The Last of Us, though he does make an exception for point and click horror games.

3. Kayama occasionally pops in on the boys’ study sessions. Usually, Yamada would be at the helm tutoring Shirakumo and Aizawa, though Kayama would pop in from time to time to help him with harder subjects like history since she’s smart. She used to host their sessions at her house, though that quickly stopped since she always dressed up as a sexy teacher and got a little too close to the boys while showing them how to solve equations.

4. They would regularly barge in each others’ homes. Shirakumo was especially guilty of this, as he would use his clouds to fly over to his friends’ room windows and sneak in through through them. It became such a common occurrence that Aizawa, Yamada, and Kayama all decided to just keep their windows open for the cloud boy to come in whenever. Usually Aizawa would be Shirakumo’s favorite victim (he loved watching Aizawa leap out of his skin every time he knocked on the window), though Yamada and Kayama were just as entertaining (Shirakumo once knocked on Yamada’s window and nearly went deaf after the blond screamed with his quirk on. Kayama was a bit more risky for obvious reasons). Kayama was the first one to return the favor, however, and when Shirakumo saw her sitting on his bed in the dark while petting Sushi like an evil mastermind, he let out a high pitched scream that Kayama still holds over his head to this day.

5. Kayama and Shirakumo "flirt" with each other all the time. You know Ayame and Shigure from Fruits Baskets? How they would say something incredibly corny to each other before suddenly being like, "haha cheers mate." That's these two. Since they hang out on a regular basis, people always make fun of them by calling them boyfriend/girlfriend. One day, they got so fed up with having to explain themselves that they decided, "fuck it, if they want a show we'll give them a show." When they made their first target pass out from a furious blush and a bloody nose, Shirakumo and Kayama made this their "how to keep hoes at bay" strategy. Yamada finds their antics hilarious, while Aizawa always thought it was weird. Every time they "flirt," Shirakumo and Kayama always make sure to say "no hetero" as soon as the other person is gone.

Now for the romantic headcannons!

1. Everything is the same, except Shirakumo forgot to say "no hetero." This made Shirakumo have an existential crisis for about a month. He would always ask himself, "Why didn't I say it that time? Was I being stupid? Or did I actually mean it? What if this changes our friendship forever? Oh God, what if she hates me?" Aizawa would always be the first person Shirakumo goes to to vent his woes, sometimes even coming to his room in the middle of the night. While Shirakumo would ramble about how bad it is to catch feelings for his gal pal, Aizawa would always listen until he's done before telling him to just confess. Shirakumo doesn't, and this routine lasts an entire month.

2. Kayama realizes Shirakumo's growing crush but doesn't say anything bc she wants to hear it from him. This man tries acting like nothing's bothering him, but he was as obvious as Dipper from Gravity Falls (muttering under his breath and hopping at the first opportunity to hang out with her). At first Kayama didn't think much of it, but when she caught him glaring at a couple gawking boys in the hallway, she realized what was also going on.

3. After 3 months of awkwardness, Kayama finally dragged him off on a date. Shirakumo was terrified the entire time, waiting for Kayama to tell him he's not her type, but was shocked when she bluntly told him, "we should start dating" after watching a movie. Everything fell into place afterwards.

4. These two became the hottest couple at UA. Up until the Tasomiya Incident, Shirakumo and Kayama acted a lot like how they did before, except they now had dinner dates, movie nights, and all the fun couple stuff like making out behind the school and genuinely flirting (much to their friends' disgust. Seriously, do these two have no shame?). Kayama loved going shopping, and Shirakumo was more than happy to carry around her stuff on his clouds. Once, they got caught sneaking out to the pier at night and made a brave escape on Shirakumo's clouds. As soon as they got back to his house, they were on the floor, laughing.

5. After Shirakumo's death, Kayama hadn't dated since. Sometimes she would go out whenever her friends would set her up, but Shirakumo was the last time she ever has a serious relationship. She protects Sushi with her life, even as he grows older. Sushi was the last living remnant of Shirakumo, and she wants to keep him for as long as possible.

Little does she know he may not be as dead as she thinks... (Dun, dun dun)

Anyways yeah, I’m a slut for this rarepair and it breaks my heart that there isn’t more content on it. Fear not, my fellow CloudNight stans, for I am making a fanfic on Ao3 rn and am also gonna make a one-shot in a few days! Thank you, Nightowl, for giving me the chance to scream for a bit! ;’)

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thegalarianstarshowcase · 2 years

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Judging: Leon Delrosa

@invictarre Your judging is here!

“Hold on I need a minute-!” Leon has to turn away from the camera to wipe the tears pouring down his cheeks. Spirit raises an eyebrow at Leon,

“Leo, are you...crying for your own doubles performance?” Spirit asked.

“Yes! It was just- seeing him and his Charizard's bond makes me emotional!” Leon sobbed. “It reminds me so much of Me and Charcoal!”

“I’m sure it does since that’s another version of you, ya dingus.” Spirit rolled his eyes, reaching over to hand Leon a tissue. The action forced Piper to lean back in her seat so the Champion could stretch across her. “Now blow yer bloody nose before you snot all over the table.” Leon took the tissue, blowing into it before using his sleeve to wipe his tears.

“....So can I judge this?” Leon asked. “Cause it feels like it be bias. Is it bias if I judge this? Given that’s Leon and I am also Leon-”

“Leon as much as I would love to see you have an existential crisis over this. I rather get this finished so we can continue the showcase and the other you can have his score.” Raihan interjected, “So uhhhhh other Leon? Leon 2? How do I....”

“Just call him Mr. Delrosa, Raihan.” Spirit sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“That seems too formal though. I’m just going to go with Leon 2. Anyway its no mistake obviously we all like seeing your battles and shit. I think the thing you did with the mist was pretty cool to with the whole illusionary thing of you being a kid and Ms. Opal being hot-”

“RAIHAN!” Spirit shouted.

“What? She was when she was younger.” Raihan shrugged, Spirit reaching over and wacking him in the head. “Anyway, that was the thing that stuck out the most about the aesthetics side of your appeal. Everything else was just a little...meh. It wasn’t boring, but it wasn’t spectacular you know? So I’ll give your aesthetics a 7 out of 10. Though I think the story you told was pretty cool, you know all the subtle stuff about Galar’s toxic culture and how you’ve overcome it essentially-”

“Wait you actually picked up on that, Kibana?” Piper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah Pipes. I’m not stupid.” Raihan rolled his eyes, “ANYWAY before I get interrupted again, my score for your story is an 8 out of 10. With my overall opinion of your appeal being an 8 out of 10. Its what I expected of my rival! And this makes my score for you a 23.”

“Color me surprised, Raihan has some brains in his head.” Piper sighed. “So Mr. Delrosa, you appeal was rather stand out amongst the drabble I’ve been forced to witness here over the course of the showcase. I will give you that much. I also echo Raihan’s opinion that your visuals didn’t stand out like they could have. However, I believe I can appreciate what you and Ms. Opal did with the fae magic for your illusions much better than Raihan can. So I will reward your aesthetics with an 8 out of 10. However this is where my praises effectively stop.”

Spirit eyed Piper warily, wondering if he may have to silence her again.

“First off your story. We get it your as strong without gigantimaxing as you are with gigantimaxing. Its not exactly something new, or a great achievement. Frankly you’ve not even the first to reach such a feat. Piers has been battling without the phenomenon for years now and you don’t see him seeking out praise for it. Not to mention the fact your story looked as though you had slapped it together at the last minute during the appeal. For both your originality and lack of preparation, I’m giving you a 6 out of 10. This also reflects my overall opinion of your appeal, which I’m giving another 6 out of 10 with how uninspired it left me. This makes your total score from me a 20.”

“Spirit can we please mute her for the rest of this contest? I am tired of her negative attitude!” Leon said.

“Leon, no. I’ll stop her again if she gets too out of line, but I can’t just keep her silent for the entire thing.” Spirit said flatly. “Can you please just give your score. I want to finish sometime in this century.”

“If you wanted that maybe you should have picked a better fourth judge.” Leon said flatly. Spirit scowled at that,

“I didn’t pick her remember? Why the fuck are you being so hostile right now-”

“I apologize, Mr. Delrosa.” Leon said. “I won’t be distracted a moment longer from telling you how wonderful you did! Truly you have inspired me to be a better me! Though I do have to agree that perhaps the aesthetics of your appeal were a little lacking. Sometimes less is more, but in this case, I think the elements of battle and appeal could have been a little better blended. So for your aesthetics, I’ll give you a 7 out of 10! However I think the story you told was brilliant! I’m so proud to see how far you’ve come given...Galar and its League. Watching you and your charizard take down that Gigantimax Alcremie, how in sync you two were. It spoke volumes to me of what you’ve both been through. So your story absolutely deserves a 10 out of 10! My overall opinion for your appeal is also a 10 out of 10! I don’t think I could have done it better myself! This makes my total for you a 27!”

“Stupid fucking ‘unbeatable champion’ ass-” Spirit stopped for a moment, offering Delrosa a pleasant smile. “Sorry, Mr. Delrosa, I am obviously not referring to you. You are very pleasant. More pleasant than certain drama kings next to-”

“Drama king? I’M a DRAMA king?” Leon gasped. “How could you accuse me of-”

Spirit mutes Leon at this point. Eyebrow twitching as he looks ready to strange the chairman. “Watch yourself, Winchester. Anywho! So unlike everyone else I thought your aesthetics were simply to die for! My only qualm is that you didn’t take the illusion aspect as far as you could have, but still I loved the use of fae magic, and I loved seeing you and Opal battle it out from when you were younger! I gotta say you were a cuter kid than Winchester over here! Overall I reward your aesthetics with a clean 9 out of 10. However, I do agree with Piper’s notion that your story was rather...slapped together I should say. I’m all for winging it, but really it all felt very...cliche. Though there’s so many of us in this timeline that battle without gigantimax anyway that I suppose it wouldn’t be that impactful hm? I’ll give your story a 6 out of 10. My overall opinion for your appeal though is still a 10 out 10 regardless! Excellent job Mr. Delrosa.”

“Their drama aside, you also have some bonuses Mr. Delrosa. It seems Spirit and Leon are like minded in one thing and both have award you 2 bonus points each for winning your battle. You also get that ridiculous making a judge cry bonus for another three points since Chairman Winchester over here sobbed like a baby. This gives you a total of 9 bonus points. Please turn your attention to the screen for your final score.”

Total: 104 POINTS

#GSSJudging2k21 #invictarre

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swsh-sorts · 4 years

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Thank you for doing my ask! It was wonderful and I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if you could do a male version of the ask with the boys of the game? Like the Spinda just absolutely destroying Leon's team and stuff! My ask was the intimidating pokemon team with a very fast and decently strong female Spinda who's the ace who's really hard to hit.

Of course! :)

For @unsurprisinglyunethical

Ace Selection - Male Ver.

MILO:

Even a buff boi like Milo would know when to be nervous when encountering tough, and towering pokemon, such as the one in S/O’s team. Whittling down their pokemon was no easy feat by any means.

So when Milo’s S/O released a cute lil Spinda, the farmer would be quite taken aback. But with the pride in S/O’s eyes, Milo isn’t going to underestimate the pokemon one bit. And boy lawdy, Milo couldn’t get a hit on that thing. It was both so hypnotizingly slow, yet amazingly fast.

Milo’s got a lot of reasons to be intimidated by your team. No one believes him when he says Spinda’s the biggest reason though.

KABU:

A veteran fighter of tough blood like Kabu has seen a lot through the years, and have encountered many teams with arrogant trainers who think bigger pokemon are the better pokemon. S/O had big pokemon, but he’s seen the genuine care and bond they have with their pokemon, and Kabu respects that.

So it was impossible to not crack even the smallest of smiles when his S/O released a Spinda. He’d have a hard time believing that this pokemon was taking down his team single handedly— but then again, it’s his S/O we’re talking about.

After that unexpected defeat to Spinda, Kabu gave it some nice poke treats.

ALLISTER:

Hates big and loud pokemon, and would get annoyed with his S/O’s team. When they have an exhibition match, Allister has to do his hardest in order to take down even one of your pokemon.

So then Spinda is released, and Allister’s mask almost drops from his face. He hought his S/O had become desperate, and looked at them like they’re crazy. That is, until he couldn’t land a single move on the small bunny.

He almost picks up Spinda to drop kick it. He’d rather the big ones, thanks.

GORDIE:

When Gordie’s S/O had released Spinda one day, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing, seeing little Spinda next to a large pokemon like Haxorus. He even chuckled smugly when his S/O stated that it was their ace fighter.

Gordie would tease them for sure, until it was taken into a proper battle. Sure enough, Spinda absolutely rekt Gordie’s pokemon. Gordie could have even sworn that Spinda teleports, and does professional wrestler moves.

Needless to say, Gordie cried stopped making fun of Spinda.

PIERS:

Piers has an existential crisis when pokemon are taller than him, and he knows S/O’s team are full with said pokemon. So when Piers and S/O made a bet before a serious battle, and they released a Spinda, it was quite shocking and confusing.

Piers thinks S/O is trying to lose on purpose for some reason, and just attacks it. But then fails. Each. And every. Time. He just. Fails. And Spinda is just wobbling there derpily, and Piers just gives in.

S/O: Go, Spinda!

Piers: spiTS OUT TEA

RAIHAN:

Thinks S/O is trying to be funny, and would coax S/O to bring out the big bois. But then they don’t, and Raihan slacks off in trying hard to defeat your team. The worst mistake he could do.

He realises a bit too late that this Spinda did not have the face of mercy, and was quickly depriving Raihan of non-fainted pokemon. He just has this look of shock, while both S/O and Spinda have a smug look.

“excuse me S/O but whaT THE HECK—“

LEON:

His S/O had been growing the largest and bulkiest team they could muster, and honestly, it started freaking Leon out. Their pokemon could TANK hits, and whomp in big ones of their own. And their serious match was only getting more intense, as Leon only had his Charizard left to go by, and his S/O had let out—

Spinda. They let out... Spinda. Leon had expected... well... not that. And he definitely was not ready for how much HP Charizard was already lacking from a few hits from the drunken bunny. And many of his own had missed, as if Spinda just pulled off an ‘omae wa mou shindeiru’.

Leon is terrified of Spinda. Leon hides in corners away from Spinda. Leon is runNING FROM SPINDA—

BONUS:

HOP:

He had wanted to beat his rival, his S/O for the longest time. And he lost. He lost to Spinda, of all pokemon. And he thought he was going to be afraid of Haxorus or something...

NOT A DRUNK BUNNY—

Hop definitely tries to train his own Spinda though.

BEDE:

Scoffs, he finds it ridiculous. He’s much rather fight his S/O big scary pokemon rather than this pathetic excuse of an alcoholic— and awoop, there goes his whole team back in their pokeball.

He swears Spinda has a vendetta on him.

When that bunny starts to drunkenly walk over to him, Bede is fleeing the other direction.

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adhd-wifi · 4 years

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So it's once again the unholy hours of the morning and insomnia decided to let my mind run wild and thus I am now having an existential crisis over the fact that Wei WuXian couldn't have been more than 17 AT MOST (maaaaaaaybe 18 if you stretch it out more but that's not that much better) when he was thrown into the Burial Mounds and subsequently became the Yiling Patriarch.

Ignoring the canon timeline inconsistencies, both MXTX's own and the inconsistencies brought on by the different adaptations (I'm...specifically ignoring CQL here because I genuinely don't know what is going on with timeline in there...I'm sorry CQL I still love you), we know for sure that he was 15 during his studies at the Cloud Recesses. He got kicked out, then Jiang Cheng returned a year later, so 16 at this point. I believe it was a few months or so before the Cultivation Conference AKA the archery competition, but I don't think it was stated to be a year yet??? My memory could be wrong though. But then the burning of the Cloud Recesses and THEN the indoctrination + XuanWu Cave incident are implied to happen in succession fairly quickly, so I think it's safe to assume that they only barely moved on into the following year when Wei WuXian would've been around 17. So if we assume Lotus Pier fell in that year, Wei WuXian was...not even of drinking age by modern standards before he was left to die in a demonic hellhole. So...He was 17 when he was forced to do...ANYTHING he could to survive in the Burial Mounds for those three months, all alone and surrounded by energy that wanted to consume and possess and destroy him, in an unholy forsaken place where the sun didn't even shine. He was only 17 when he went on a killing spree against the Wen Sect, murdering each and every one of them in different, inhumane, torturous ways, chasing Wen Chao and Wang LingJiao down and pushing them to insanity before killing them. Yeah they deserve it but...Wei Ying was still so frighteningly young. He was still, by definition, a teenager barely into adulthood. Yes yes I know it's fantasy and also ancient China had different views on age maturity and whatnot, but like...I'm 23 and thinking about my stupid years as a 16-18 human makes me feel like that version of me was a dumb kid. Yeah sure I wasn't training to fight demons and ghosts for a living but it still just feels too young, you know???

#wei wuxian #wei ying #yiling patriarch #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #my posts #my ramblings #mdzs meta #my metas #welp i made myself sad #goodbye nice dreams #im ready to suffer through the nightmares

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fireflyfish · 3 years

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Hop on the Wen Chao Haterade Express!

Hahah! I hope you weren’t expecting something about Tano and Kenobi right? Because I have thoughts that must be shared with others and you are all my unwilling victims. Can one be a willing victim?

Episode 17: Wei Wuxian goes to the Ancient China Google School of Medicine

After Episode 16: Running and Crying; Now with Running and Crying In The Rain we left our hero sitting in a boat having an existential crisis because that’s what happens in boats in ancient China. Crises and crying. Nothing good happens in boats in Ancient Fantasy China. Wen Chao was probably born in a boat.

Wen Ning is flawless and really strong for the local Woobie Badass and carries our 200 lbs of whoopass and Mommy issues to the crisis boat and Wei Wuxian with the promise that everyone back in Lotus Pier is drugged off their asses and will wake up with the same headache I have every morning when I remember the state of the world I’m living in.

There is no ibuprofen that can save you Wen Chao. I hope you suffer you unmitigated twat. I hope you trip on every loose board in Lotus Pier and break all your toes. I hope your hideously tacky and vicious little bloodsucking mosquito of a girlfriend lands face first into a pile of fire ants. I hope...

Woah... I’m not even sure I hate Palpatine that much. Wow. Fire ants... damn. I need to calm down.

Eh-hem. So When-Will-His-Face-Make-an-Expression Zhuli is very zen about the whole thing and I just don’t get his character. What is going on? Why is he all :| when he is serving the Wen Clan? He seems so annoyed by Wen Chao, which automatically makes him better than all the other Evil Wens, but he still goes around melting cores and killing Beloved Parental Figures and having respectful dialogue like he’s not the bag man for the WORST heir to a fantasy throne since Game of Thrones. I bet he and Joffrey when to some kind of evil royal boarding school together. Ramsay Bolton was probably there too.

Then we float on a boat of sadness and pick up Yanli, who is understandably sad and say goodbye to an old lady who I think is going to die off screen? Who are you? Where did you come from? Does Jiang Cheng need to avenge you too?

The boat floats on until it transforms into a cool box carriage thing and My Perfect Son Who Gives Me Echo Vibes smuggles our beleaguered family into the earth kingdom Yiling which hold up! Isn’t that where Wei Wuxian is supposed to be like the Great and Terrible Yiling Patriarch? Where he did such horrible things like make a compass that detects ghosts and cool goth varsity flags that summon ghosts? I feel like this place is important and LOOK AT ALL THE TREES!!! *cries in Central Texan about trees*

My Other Equally Perfect Son Who Does Not Deserve This Jiang Cheng is sick and feverish and Wei Wuxian decides this is the perfect time to get him a blinging black cape with red accents and I swear I am hearing the Imperial March in the background. The I-Do-Bad-Things-For-Reasons-I-Think-Are-Good-But-Are-Ultimately-Bad-And-My-Light-Side-Boyfriend-Gets-His-Heartbroken-Because-Of-It vibe is very strong.

Anyway, Dr Wen Qing Medicine Woman shows up and looks at her baby brother and understandably gives into that sweet innocent face because Wen Ning Has Done Nothing Wrong In His Life. AND WHY THE HELL IS HE THE GHOST GENERAL?? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS SON WEI WUXIAN??? DO I NEED JIANG CHENG TO STAB YOU AGAIN?

After some ancient Chinese medicine, which looks so much more pleasant than my last visit to the GP, The Radiant Goddess Wen Qing explains that Jiang Cheng has no golden core and that’s clearly bad but it isn’t until Jiang Cheng wakes up and tries to apparently suckerpunch Wei Wuxian with all his spiritual energy that we learn the truth.

Wen Zhuli is a Monster and He Hurt My Precious Child. Madam Yu energy intensifies.

So then Wei Wuxian basically badgers Wen Qing into letting him look at all her medical books and of we go into a studying monologue where time is measured in stubble and plates of uneaten food. Wen Qing is being very patient and gorgeous about the whole thing even though she knows there’s Nothing You Can Do Anakin Wei Wuxian. You Cannot Keep People From Dying Rebuild People’s Golden Cores After The Palm d’Or of Death Smacks Them.

Then Wei Wuxian makes Yanli cry and he is on my List now because Yanli is Perfect and Flawless and none of you bastards deserve her, except you Wen Ning or possibly Meng Yao WHERE IS HE? HOW DID HE NOT DIE FROM BEING STABBED IN THE CHEST? QUI-GON JINN FELL OVER LIKE A SACK OF BAD POTATOES BUT MENG YAO IS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING FOR WORK WITH A BLEEDING CHEST WOUND?

Then Wei Wuxian mentions Lan Zhan and Yanli tells him “Listen, Asshole. ACheng is Sick and trapped in an acupuncture coma because he won’t sleep, I am ominously coughing and you have HIDEOUS stubble. Your Robot Bunny Boyfriend will just have to wait. We are the A plotline in this story, not your bromance with the reserved and gorgeous nerd in the back of the classroom who knows all the answers because he’s already finished the text book. Focus on my face and my tears you idiot. You made me cry!”

Wei Wuxian understandably feels bad, sleeps, shaves and then goes back to studying after Wen “I am so going to regret this in two episodes” Qing picks up her library and decides that someone with ACTUAL medical experience should be doing some research.

Also... what is going on with those pots that Yanli and Wen Ning keep fanning? What is in those? Medicine? Ox bone soup? Poison I can give to Wen Chao?

After some more lovely shots of Yiling that REALLY make me want to hire their set designer to build my dream house, Wei Wuxian finds the wooden scroll book “How to Give Your Core To Your Adopted Brother Because You Have SO Much Guilt And Also Your Promised Your Adopted Father Figure You Would Take Care of Him And They Don’t Have Talk Therapy In Fantasy China Yet”.

There is some dramatic sitting, some dramatic “Hell No I am not doing this” on Wen Qing’s part and lots of “No, really, you have to do this. I am totally okay sacrificing for the Jiangs because it’s REALLY going to make everything hurt so much worse later on when ACheng murders me to death on the edge of a cliff on Mustafar Quishan”

Wen Qing is probably thinking of all the horrible ways this could go south and is trying to be An Adult when Wen Ning shows up and is pure and good and full of faith and devotion to Wei Wuxian and I think I need to send a clone extraction team to rescue my poor baby boy.

Unable to withstand the purity of Wen Ning’s smile and because the script says she has to Wen Qing agrees and gives us some ominous stats and Wei Wuxian is cool with that because “It might work and if it doesn’t who cares? Wen Chao is going to show up at any minute to murder us and probably you and Wen Ning and then Lan Zhan will show up with his Guzheng (yes I did have to google that) Of Pretty Magical Death and then we’ll just have to wait for the next episode after that where everybody magically survives except all the people *I* like because that’s how these things go.”

WHEN DOES WEN CHAO DIE? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET FROM LOTUS PIER TO YILING BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE IT’S TAKING WAY TOO LONG AND I AM SO VERY WORRIED ABOUT YANLI’S COUGHING. WHAT IS THE STYGIAN TIGER AMULET AND WHEN DO WE GO BACK TO THE FUTURE??

WHEN DOES WEN CHAO DIE??????

#No Spoilers please!#The Untamed #Wei Wuxian: The Grandmaster of Bad Life Choices #Jiang Cheng Deserves Better and Needs Therapy #Someone please give Yanli Padme's cell number. These two need a girls' day out #Wen Qing you need to grab your adorable baby brother and GTFO out of Ancient Fantasy China

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cyberrat · 4 years

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Masterpost for Batch 30!

Starting 2020 with the 30th Batch of fics in the month that I will be 30... :0

1. R76 – continuation B29F8 – Trans Gabriel finally makes Jack’s dreams come true, plowing him like a bull with his big dick... soft kissu kissu ending

2. McHanzo – cont B28F11 – Hanho realizing... he might have been... too harsh???? Feels TheRegretsTM when after their roll through the sheets (with the promised collar and leash) McGoo is up and leaving. Hanzo has a small existential crisis.

3. Klausper – Klaus sucks Jesper off and gets super turned on by his smol dick. Jesper runs his mouth because he’s Jesper.

4. Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd – ABO; virgin Jason; Omega Jason; Alpha Bruce – sudden heat triggers sudden rut... fighting turns to desperate fucking... (First time writing those two or in that fandom... trying it out :’) )

5. Gust/Builder (My Time At Portia) – cont B29F3 – nb ace Builder; CBT; prostate milking – Builder bends Gust over in the A&G after hours :) prostate milking + ball slapping.

6. Rose/Oleana+Pokemon – cbt; bondage; conditioning – kind of a cont of a patreon fic; Oleana has Rose restrained by one of her little darlings who also can’t help but fuck him on its vines. Oleana stepping on Rose’s balls/dick and just generally being super mean and making sure he can’t get it up without her there to humiliate him.

7. Piers/Raihan (Pokemon) – the prompt is ‘something hot between those two’ so... I got free reign >:3c

8. Doomzio + Hanzo – two bottoms fighting for their big meaty top’s love D: but Akande has enough to give both of them.

9. Harold/Sigma – insecurity; big dick humiliation; cbt (y’all are SPOILING me with that cbt) – Sigma is insecure about being a big boi. Harold is gentle mean about it??? Sigma likey...

10. R76 – again given free reign basically; prompt is ‘squelching, gaping, creampie’

11. Angelo/Hanzo – cont B23F6 – micro dick humiliation... nuff said! Hanzo will cry and he will love it

12. Piers/Raihan + Pokemon – Raihan letting Piers get fucked by one of his dragons :) slippery gooey slimy Goodra action?????

13. Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd (if I felt good writing the first prompt, that is) – emotional overload/tears; virgin Jason – Bruce admitting his feelings and being overwhelmed to find Jason alive. Jason squirmy and trying to pretend like he doesn’t want any of this but he’s v much on board.

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That’s it! the first batch of 2020 starting tomorrow on the 1st January :)

In Germany we say ‘Guten Rutsch ins neue Jahr!’ which basically is like... ‘Have a good slide into the new year!’

I wish you all the best and keep on being gud gud peeps

#masterlist #masterpost

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roboticsappreciationsociety · 5 years

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Robotics company Anki is set to close down after failing to raise enough cash to continue day-to-day operations.

The US company sells small, family-friendly robots.

Cozmo and Vector are moveable digital assistants designed to interact with family members. They can respond to requests and take photos.

According to technology website Recode, staff were told that they would be laid off, by company chief executive Boris Sofman.

Anki said: "A significant financial deal at a late stage fell through with a strategic investor and we were not able to reach an agreement.

"We're doing our best to take care of every single employee and their families and our management team continues to explore all options available."

Anki had raised $182m since it was founded in 2010, according to Crunchbase.

But Piers Harding-Rolls, of IHS Markit, told BBC News that developing new products from scratch was an "expensive undertaking" that had left the company vulnerable.

"If the initial products fail to sell in large numbers, then without further investment it would be difficult for Anki to continue trading," he said.

The robots are currently still available to buy online.

Vector is priced at £249 ($249) on Anki's website.

Several Anki employees have posted on their LinkedIn profiles that they are now looking for work.

A couple of years ago, I took one of Anki's Cozmo robots home.

It was cute, it was clever, batting its digital eyelashes at us and using its inbuilt facial recognition technology to recognise each of the family in turn.

We all loved Cozmo - except for the dog, which barked furiously at this tiny intruder that was obviously trying to replace her as the household pet.

But after an hour or so, the robot was put away and never activated again - we couldn't work out what it was for.

And that sums up the existential crisis facing many consumer robots - they may be fun at first but they seem to lack a killer app.

Cozmo, Jibo, Buddy and Pepper are all great fun and fascinating demonstrations of what AI can achieve - but none of them has managed to convince us that they really deserve a place in our homes.

#robot #robotics #anki #anki robot

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punishandenslavesuckers · 6 years

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Hey are you still doing the Magnus/ somebody crack thing? Could you write something about Magnus/ Simon maybe? Thank you!

VAMPIRE SIMON SAYS HELLO FROM A DARK AND DISTANT FUTURE TIMELINE BROS:

“Magnus? Magnus Bane?”

The man standing on the pier doesn’t respond. He’s tall, wearing an expensive leather jacket, and has this asymmetric sidecut slashed with a red striped dyed into the short section wrapping his skull. His back is to Simon and when he doesn’t turn at the name Simon is unprepared for the strange grief that comes over him – like an old wound, forgotten, until he carelessly put weight on scar tissue long past bearing it. He’s not sure what he’s mourning. His disappointment stinging him like a needle, digging into him with a brutality he is unprepared for.

No. It’s not Magnus.

He made a mistake, some trick of familiarity and loneliness turning a stranger to nostalgia. It’s the tailend of a summer day, nearly eight o’clock and the sun starting to set which means his time as a Daylighter is ending and his time as one of the Night Children beginning. Over the centuries he’s noticed a dichotomy forming within him – his day self and his night self, each sunrise and set pulling them farther and farther apart from one another. Sometimes, he worries about his other self. His day self-worries at the coolness, the calm of his night self, how readily he adapts and what, after centuries to develop, he may eventually adapt to.

His night self-worries his day self will kill them both in a fit of existential crisis.

“Shit,” Simon says. He turns away, shaking his head. “Bad day, bad day.”

“Simon.”

He stops.

“Simon,” says a voice he hasn’t heard in a century. “Where are you going?”

Simon turns around slowly, his still aching heart anxious to hope again so soon in the aftermath of anguish. The man on the peir has turned around and he… he looks almost exactly the same as Simon remembers him. His hair is longer and his style is a little different but it’s the same like of fond smile, eyebrows arched, looking at Simon like he just dropped a something and Magnus is waiting for him to pick it up. He’s still beautiful, of course, achingly so after so long and for a moment Simon just… stares.

Magnus frowns. “Do I have something on my face?”

“It’s you,” Simon says, dumbfounded. The sun is going down on his day self but the joy he feels is strong enough to hold back the night for a few minutes longer. “Oh my god! Magnus! Ha!” He’s across the gap between them immediately, hooking his arms around the warlock and hugging him so tight he very nearly picks him up in his enthusiasm. “You came back! I thought I’d never see you again! Oh my god!”

“Why would you think that?” Magnus wheezes. “And stop crushing me.”

“Sorry.” He puts Magnus back down, gripping his shoulders to just get a really look at him. “You look… great. Well, I guess you would, you’re immortal. I’m immortal. We look good forever.” He’s babbling. It’s like he’s twenty-two again. “I mean, I’m just saying –”

“Yes?”

“You’re not dead.”

“Well noted.”

“I thought you might be. That’s why… you know I thought…” Simon holds his tongue then blurts, “I heard you went to Edom.”

Magnus shrugs, like Simon said he got a time share in Bali. “Yes. But I’m back now.”

“What the fuck, Magnus?”

“I had to settle things once and for all,” Magnus says. “They’re settled. I’m back and I…” He hesitates. “I admit, I was feeling a little unmoored. I was hoping I’d find you, but I lost your phone number. Uh, everyone’s phone numbers actually, and I don’t think any of my old friends will want to talk to me now that I…” He pauses again. “It’s really good to see you, Simon. Really, really good.”

Simon is pretty sure something is wrong, but he’s not sure what because he hasn’t seen Magnus in so goddamn long. He has no idea what kind of person is standing in front of him, just who he’s been in the past, a person Simon loves very much and hazards he still loves even now but the fact is, he doesn’t know who Magnus Bane is right now. He’s looking at Simon with this… kind of longing fondness. But the sun is going down. His day self starting to fade.

“Sun’s going down,” Simon says, because Magnus is one of the few who knows this Daylighter affliction.

Magnus drops an assuring hand on his shoulder. “I know.”

“Why did you come back to New York? Why did you have to go in the first place?” Simon feels demanding all at once, taking his old hurt down from where he’d shelved it. “I needed you. We all needed you and you just… left.”

“I couldn’t help anyone, Simon. I was too angry to do anything but hurt. So I left.”

“You left me alone. We’re the only two left, Magnus. How could you just walk away?”

“You don’t get to keep me forever, Simon. We’re immortal. We have to walk away sometimes.”

“Raphael died and you left me alone!”

“You weren’t alone. You had your clan, Simon, and I couldn’t… I wouldn’t have been good company I’m afraid. I would have been poison. I had to go.”

The sun is fading. It’s fading and gone now, a transition happening in Simon. A sliding cool moving through him, the heat behind his hurt dimming quietly to a background noise, unimportant in the grander scheme of things. And the grander scheme of things is suddenly the place where Magnus’ neck meet his jaw, the fact there’s a tattoo there behind his ear, some kind of sealing circle and when Simon looks at it, he thinks the arrangement of symbols in the ink start to shift. So he raises a hand, brushes his thumb over the mark and Magnus, wary, lets him.

“What’s this?”

“I did something a little reckless,” Magnus admits.

“Reckless huh?” Simon traces the outline of the seal with his fingers, this thumb resting against Magnus’s jaw. He tilts his head, studying it. “This… is for containing things, isn’t it? This is old Edomic magic and you put it in your skin, Magnus.” He meets the warlock’s eyes. “That’s more than reckless.”

“I won the war,” Magnus says dryly. “But, uh, I lost that battle.”

“You took something out of Edom,” Simon murmurs. “You took it and you swallowed it and it’s living in you, isn’t it? Something bad. That’s why the warlocks won’t talk to you and why you’re here. Isn’t that right?” And when Magnus doesn’t move, just stands there waiting and looking at him with this raw and anxious stare, Simon feels a flicker of warmth in the usual chill of the night. “I don’t care.”

“You should. I’ve got dark magic living in me, Simon.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m very dangerous. People will come after me.”

“And I’ll lay waste sevenfold that back on them and all their people,” says Simon, his palm sliding flat along Magnus’ jaw, tucked under his ear, skin-to-skin with the demonic seal and he can feel it’s hot. That wants to bite his palm, how near the black magic is Magnus, right below the surface. “You and I are the only ones left. I’d never turn away from you.”

“Simon,” Magnus starts to say, “you don’t owe me any—”

Simon takes Magnus’ head in both hands, bends his head, and he kisses the tattoo, tastes metal and salt in Magnus’ skin, feels his pulse in his throat rushing so fucking fast suddenly. Not the animal rush of fear, but that quickened flutter of something else. Simon kisses the ink again, kisses down his throat, feels the warlock melting in his hold because this (apparently) is why he came back to New York. Magnus’ hands are at his back, fingers digging into his ribs, pulling him closer.

Simon wraps Magnus is an embrace, pressing words against his ear, saying, “I’ll wage a war with you, if you want.”

“That’s not what I want,” Magnus whispers. “You don’t have to be that for me, Simon. I don’t want that.”

Simon pulls back to look him in the eyes, but when he sees them, they’re gold. Naked of glamore and he can see now, that there is something burning in the back of Magnus Bane’s eyes, deep in the dark, a hell-red glow of some distant ember buried inside the immortal. Smothered but still kindled. Simon knows he’s looking for a flinch. Simon does not flinch though. He just pulls Magnus forward and kisses him, once, gently, but thoroughly just to let him know: Yeah, I don’t care.

“I love you, Magnus.” He says this for the first time in a hundred years against his lips. “Day or night, for however long you need me to. How about that?”

Magnus swallows. “I… I think that’s what I want.”

Simon smiles, his day self and night self and for the first time in a long time feels like a whole being.

#magnus bane #simon lewis #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #crackship sh #rae writes #raewrites

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