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non-operator · 2 years

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I feel like Sova's dislike of Cypher reveals something interesting about his character, though I haven't figured out what exactly the angle is.

Overall, Sova (and the other VP agents) keeps Omega agents distinct from his actual teammates.

When referring to Omega, he usually goes with "their [agent name]"; ie "Their Breach has no patience at all..." or "Their Jett is fast!..."

He seems to blur the line when it comes to three agents: Brimstone, Breach, and Cypher.

Out of these three, Breach is the least notable. Sova's only lapse in distinction only comes when he kills Omega Breach and calls him "Thug". Otherwise, his voice line regarding Omega Breach remains fairly analytical--he points out a weakness and warns his team to watch out.

With Brimstone, both Sova's interactions are somewhat sentimental: "Captain killed" and "Be at peace, my friend". I doubt Sova's actually friends with Omega Brimstone, so this feels more of a projection onto Omega Brimstone. This feels reasonable as it seems Sova is close with Brimstone.

With Cypher, it just feels like there's a lot of strong emotions there. Even compared to how Sova talks about other Omega agents, his voice lines regarding Omega Cypher are actually pretty harsh? Or petty? Only one of his lines is dedicated towards being tactical and helpful, the others just reflect Sova's personal feelings (being fed up with secrets etc). For Sova to project so heavily onto Cypher, it feels like there's more to the rivalry than simple annoyance.

The only interpretations I have is either:

The devs already stated that their work ethics clash, with Sova valuing honesty and transparency and Cypher being shifty as hell. It could be that Sova does place a fair amount of effort and value into forging mutual trust, and takes Cypher's continued lack of honesty very personally.

We know that Sova isn't always antagonistic towards Cypher, in his commend line. So it seems that Sova might be willing to extend good will to Cypher.

Sova genuinely distrusts Cypher's goals/believes Cypher's objective ultimately does not align with the Protocol's. Considering he doesn't have as strong a reaction with working with Reyna or Breach, it seems strange that he'd be so adamant about staying suspicious of Cypher. This seems to imply that he, at the very least, trusts Reyna and Breach to work with VP to save Earth/not betray VP while dealing with the Omega threat--but he does not share the same assurance with Cypher. Does he know something about Cypher we don't to hold such strong sentiments?

I don't think he's the type to purposefully try and dig into someone's trauma--like dead family and such. I think he knows enough nuance to understand that's not something you share with anyone. I do think Sova is looking for something with more ramifications than that.

(Though, whether he knows he's looking for trauma or not is debatable. Perhaps he's thinking Cypher's hiding a deep dark secret about a past business deal or whatever and it turns out it's all just dead loved ones hiding in the closet. If that happens, I don't think Sova can make a friendship from that, much less recover a relationship as coworkers... invasion of privacy and for what? to re-traumatize a man and make him go through a second maybe third mid-life crisis?)

(somewhat related to the above speculation) This might take a while to build up, so bear with me.

Sova is the 6th the join the Protocol; he's joined fairly early. Considering how it was only him and Cypher who did investigative work before Fade, it seems likely that he would have been involved in checking the backgrounds of new agents--or at least, would be privy to the (whole or partial) results of Cypher's investigation of them. In any case, he would know enough about their history and motives for joining VP.

Similarly, it seems he's familiar enough with Viper's background and motives--he knows she wants revenge and that she used to be a scientist; he knows her tragic backstory well enough to hold sympathy for her. Whether he knows the details or not is unimportant; he knows enough to form an opinion.

Omen doesn't know his past, so there's nothing to dig up.

Sova seems close to Brimstone, and it seems he actively asks Brimstone to share more of his past--and Brimstone willingly does so.

However, Cypher is the only one who he has nothing on (presumably, we don't actually know if Sova's hunt for secrets actually yielded anything).

It could be that Sova doesn't actually extend trust to someone until he knows enough about them. Which I find kind of surprising, seeing how open and optimistic people write him and how friendly his voice lines are to his allies; you would think that he'd be all accepting, but this might actually establish him as a person who is a lot more strict in his conduct. He doesn't give chances until his conditions of honesty and transparency are met.

(on a somewhat related but also off-topic note, considering how Sova's went through multiple rifts--not just one, but rifts plural like who does that.... even if all of them led to omega earth and not some dangerous other dimension, omega earth is supposedly devastated by climate crisis and is uninhabitable in some areas to the point that its people have to live in geo-domes--and how excited he sounds when he says "come, into the unknown", maybe he's just a really nosy person and he can't help himself trying to tear open the pile of secrets wrapped in a trench coat that is Cypher. Cypher's just like, a special interest pet project to him)

#valorant #valorant sova #long post #sorry for the incoherent rant.... i haven't slept and it's 7 am but i kept thinking about him....#but honestly thinking about sova and going through rifts....#we see how much destruction the rift skye found caused.... and this blue bitch decides to walk through multiple of them????#and yoru even needs a mask to walk around in his rift dimension so???? that doesn't seem like a safe thing to do :////#it also seems he was living pretty snugly in russia but decided to drop all of that to join a war against another dimension #and also just gave up an eye... presumably /before/ omega valorant began their spike attacks....#so like. the destruction of whole cities and the world wasn't even on the table before he decided to cross out his eye #and then decided to get pretty sweet radianite tech implanted into his skull #there is something Wrong with him.#he either does not care about his body and life in the pursuit of grand ideals of virtue and honor #or he like the adrenaline rush. but is lowkey about it #i don't know yet if he's dealing with those issues normally or if he's feral about it. i'm going with the former #but i hope to god riot decides to up the ante and make him dysfunctional and weird about it #i think it would be funny if the one (1) relatively stable man in the vp was Bit of a Freak Actually #i might revisit this post and try to make it more coherent someday.... but not today.....

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shippaidan · 2 years

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no one says that they are afraid of love as beautifully as you do

>>chapter: three >>pairings: chuuya x fem!reader | dazai x fem!reader >>genre: angst, hurt/comfort >>status: ongoing >>words: 2,9k >>cw: she/her pronouns for reader, swearing, alcohol, smoking, mentions of blood, basically whole mental breakdown, a lot of anger and self-blame, yelling and aggression

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RAGE.

A heart-wrenching scream ripped from her throat and cut brutally through her quiet apartment as soon as she closed the door behind her. She forcefully opened the refrigerator and pulled out an almost full bottle of alcohol. The cap was thrown somewhere on the ground and without hesitation she took three large sips, wincing slightly as she did so. She set the bottle down on the table and began pacing around the kitchen. Shaking fingers entwined in her hair and clenched into tight fists, pulling hard on strands. She tried at all costs to distract herself from the hurricane that was wreaking unimaginable destruction in her mind. She thought she had put it all behind her. Oh how wrong she was.

Months passed one after another. As a coping mechanism, she threw herself into a frantic whirl of work, trying to avoid moments when she would be alone with her thoughts. When such moments did come, they were usually lonely evenings, which she completely drenched in alcohol.

Evenings like this one.

She wasn't having such a bad day at work. It was productive, but not stressful. She finished the paperwork, filled out all the reports, delivered them to her boss and even got a praise for a recent mission. She had her lunch, as usual, with Chuuya in his office, and they spent the whole time having fun small talk and joking around. They exchanged gossip about their coworkers and even planned to ask their boss for a weekend off together, so they could get away somewhere far away and relax from the hectic city and the rush of work. She was having such a good day, so when did things start to go downhill?

Dazai's case had long since become a taboo subject in the mafia. Everyone kept quiet about the prodigy executive's betrayal and didn't return to the topic, for which she was extremely thankful inside. Dazai was slowly fading away into the past. Memories of him covered with dust, somewhere in the back of her mind. And everything was going so well. Until a face so confusingly similar to his flashed before her eyes, somewhere in the huge crowd in downtown Yokohama.

Time slowed down. Even the raindrops seemed to stop in mid-air, and the din of people was muffled by her galloping thoughts. His face flashed before her eyes for only a second, and she wasn't even sure if it was really him. But how much it hurt. Only then did she fully realize that he was not completely gone. He wasn't dead. He had simply left her alone to start a new beginning. Without her. She meant so little in his life that he walked away without even once looking back. While he was her whole world.

He left her alone to grieve for her friend and to come to terms with the betrayal of another. Just like that, he'd thrown her out of his life like trash, selfishly fleeing from his problems. Damn coward. Always fucking running away.

Only one feeling filled her in that moment. Unbridled and burning rage.

She couldn't remember the exact moment when she relatively came to herself. She regained full consciousness when once again she took the bottle in her hand and this time drank it almost to the bottom. The alcohol burned her throat just as brutally as the anger burned her heart. She screamed again in anguish and threw the bottle against the wall. Small shards of glass along with the remains of the alcohol decorated her floor, creating a beautiful mosaic. Beautiful, if not for the circumstances under which it was created. But couldn't things created out of pain be beautiful? Are they doomed to failure and ugliness just because of the way they were created?

The glistening glass mesmerized her. It will never again create the vessel it once was, but does that mean it no longer has any value? That it does not hide a beauty that can only be discovered by destroying its original form? That it cannot be a picturesque mosaic on the floor of a broken person? Is it not the same with people?

She fell heavily to her knees and with particular care began to pick up the fragments of glass, as if she had just collected her own soul and mourned for it.

Her blank gaze was fixed on the glass that was hurting her hands, just as her own thoughts were sabotaging her. Small droplets of blood bubbled to the surface, but she felt no pain. Everything was interrupted by the ringing of the phone aggressively shattering the heavy silence of the apartment. She immediately recognized who was calling because she had set a custom ringtone for him a few weeks ago. Their favorite song.

She was about to ignore it and let the sounds envelop her, but she didn't have the heart to once again break the promise she had made to him a few weeks ago. So she clumsily got up from the floor, putting the glass down on it, and went to the kitchen to get the phone. As soon as she answered the call, a familiar voice rang out from the speaker.

"Hi, I just talked to the boss and so far next weekend should be ok. When I get home, I'll look for something we can rent, so I thought maybe-"

"Hey Chuuya" her voice hoarse from earlier shrieks immediately silenced the man. "Can you come over?" It cost her a lot to utter that sentence. Never before had she spoken so openly about her weaknesses and admitted to her dark moments. Not even to mention asking for help. But she knew that this time, she did not want to go through it alone.

"I'll be there in ten. Are you ok? I mean physically." He asked, and the echo of his footsteps in the underground parking lot could be heard in the background.

"Yeah. It's just, I don't want to be alone right now. I think I need a hug." Admitting it out loud was harder than she thought it would be. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the realization that Chuuya had taken her seriously and once again had to come to help her clean up the mess in her life, but she felt vulnerable. The man was ready to drop everything, to completely abandon his plans for a relaxing evening with a glass of wine, just because of her. What must she have done in her previous life that she deserved someone like that?

"That's okay. Everything is fine. I'll be with you in a moment." The sound of the engine starting came to her ears.

"I hate him, you know? I hate him with all my heart."

"I know, hun. I know." Pet name felt so natural on his tongue. He could definitely get used to it. "I'll be over in a minute and we'll talk, you'll tell me everything."

She nodded, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see her. However, after a moment's thought, she realized that she didn't even have anything to tell him. Nothing major happened. The whole situation was beginning to take on a nasty pathetic hue in her mind. The anger bubbling in her stomach was no longer directed solely towards Dazai, but she too had become a victim of it. It was pathetic how weak of a human she was.

She looked around the demolished apartment that she didn't even remember destroying. She had probably done it that evening, somewhere between taking more sips of alcohol and despairing over her own weakness. Broken plates and glasses adorned the counters and kitchen floor, dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, pillows were scattered all over the living room. And she sat next to the mosaic she had created.

The clock read an hour well past midnight. A wave of heat hit her. Her breathing became heavy and irregular. Furious at her own powerlessness, she clenched her fists and tried with all her might to stop herself from hitting the wall. The only thing that actually stopped her was the fact that she was still on the phone with the man heading to her apartment. She didn't want to worry him further, after all, she had caused him enough problems already.

A million thoughts ran through her mind. She realized that for every thousand memories with Dazai that she carefully nurtured in her heart despite sincere attempts to erase them completely, she had just as many with Chuuya. Their missions together filled with cheerful banter, driving through the streets of a sleeping city in the middle of the night yelling out the words of their favorite songs, cigarettes smoked in silence, and conversations in which they almost touched each other's bare souls. He was always present in her life, even if she didn't always see it. And now it was dawning on her that all this time she had trusted the wrong person. Oh what a rotten being she was to not notice someone so wonderful right next to her.

For Chuuya, the road dragged on forever. He felt as if the whole world had turned against him as a red traffic light awaited him at almost every intersection. He stifled the urge to curse at any driver who drove too slowly in front of him, even if they were going according to the speed limit. Only the sight of an approaching apartment complex took a heavy stone off his chest. He sighed in relief and deftly parked in the nearest free spot.

"Okay, I’m here, so I'm hanging up. Wait for me." Taking only his phone with him, he got out of the car and headed across the parking lot. He nodded in greeting to the local security guard and got on the elevator. He didn't have to knock. Instinctively, he pulled an extra key to her apartment from his pocket, but it too turned out to be unnecessary because the door was open.

And the sight he found broke his heart.

She sat curled up on the floor against the wall, surrounded by broken glass, her face hidden in trembling hands. The whole apartment looked as if a hurricane had passed through it. It was possible that it had. Her temperament already more than once reminded him of an untamed element.

Paying no attention to the mess, he calmly walked over to her huddled body and crouched in front of her. "Hey..." He whispered, gently stroking her shoulder. "Come on, let's get you up off this floor."

She lowered her arms and raised her gaze to him. She didn't see a hint of pity or disappointment in his eyes. Only pure affection as a slight smile crept onto his lips. However, she didn't want to get up from the floor, which at that moment was her safe haven, and he respected it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to aggravate her already vulnerable state.

"There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened. I'm just fucked up." She laughed unhumorously, tilting her head back and resting it on the wall behind her.

"Don't say that. You're not fucked up." Something inside her snapped.

"Yes, I am! Don't you understand that nothing happened? Literally nothing! I just saw a guy on the street who looked a little bit like that shithead and I freaked the fuck out! I can't do this anymore, Chuuya. I'm exhausted, hurt, and so fucking furious!" All the anger she was trying to suppress flowed out of her mouth in the form of the worst curses she could find. Chuuya, however, didn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on her face. "That fucking prick is probably having the time of his life right now, and here I am whining like a damn baby! No wonder he fucking ran away! Who sane would stay with an unstable fucked up bitch!

The silence on his part stopped her.

"What? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Go on." It wasn't a challenge on his part, but sincere encouragement. "Scream out everything that's on your chest. You'll feel better." And so she did. She threw out every negative emotion she had been bottling up inside of her up to this point. Chuuya only remained patiently by her side, soaking up every word and casually making sure she didn't do something dangerous in a fit of rage.

Once the only sound that surrounded them was just her heavy breathing, Chuuya smiled slightly. Being careful of the shards of glass lying around, he helped her up and sat her in the chair right next to him. He had already noticed her cut palms before, so throwing a quiet "I'll be right back" he went to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

"I'm proud of you." He broke the silence in a soft voice as he disinfected her small wounds. She only shook her head in disagreement.

"You're too good to me. You can't keep coming over every time I fall to pieces again."

"And who's going to stop me?" He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging anyone who would even try to keep him from being there for her. Yeah, right. They both knew damn well that there was no power that could stop him, especially with his stubbornness and loyalty. When Chuuya was around someone, he was there for better or worse, no matter what.

"I'll have to. I can’t do this to you, Chuuya. It's like every day I sink into this bottomless abyss of despair. Eventually, I'll pull you down with me. "

"Then let's drown together. I don't care." He really didn't care. He was perfectly willing to go through hell with her if it was going to help. And that's what she both adored and hated most about him. On one hand, her heart was weeping for such a person in her life. A person who would just be there and not leave her when things got tough. But on the other hand, guilt was eating her from the inside out. Guilt that she had so thoughtlessly used his good heart for her own needs. Many times she tried to cut herself off again, but each time he appeared at her door with a gentle look in his eyes and a patience that many saints would envy. He simply refused to let himself be pushed out of her life.

He shouldn't have to put her back together again. He shouldn't have to play the role of babysitter, making sure she was doing all right, tending to her scraped knees after another fall or helping her up. But she was putting that burden on him, only adding to the bundle of stress he already had in his life. She was sickeningly selfish. No wonder everyone left her. It was all her fault. As usual.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, overwhelmed by her destructive thoughts. She was genuinely afraid that if she kept going like this, even he would leave her. And that was something she would definitely not survive.

"Stop it. No apologizing. I know exactly what you're thinking right now and I don't want to hear a word of that bullshit. You can't apologize to others for asking for help. And especially not to me. I'm really grateful that you did." He finished sticking small colorful band-aids on her fingers and put the first aid kit down on the table next to her.

"Chuuya..." Again she tried to reason with him. To make him realize that everything that was happening was pure nonsense. But he didn't let her get a word in edgewise.

"I won't let you be alone. I'm right here and I won't leave you. No matter what happens. You hear me? I won't leave you." He said each word while staring straight into her eyes, as if trying to make sure she heard and understood every single one of them. And that she was aware that he was completely serious. And that was the first moment in many years when thick tears flowed from her eyes. She broke through all barriers she had carefully built up to that point and burst into a wail so heart piercing that the walls of this apartment had never heard such. So did the man who immediately wrapped his arms around her shaking body. With slow movements, he stroked her back, trying to soothe the pain as violent sobs ripped through her throat and salty tears were soaking into his shirt. He nimbly pulled her off the chair and cuddled her tightly into his chest.

She let him, and somehow his embrace began to slowly mend her shattered heart.

There may have been no hope left for the glittering mosaic that adorned the floor, but there might still be some left for her. Thankfully, she was not made of glass.

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai x you #chuuya x you #bsd angst #bungou stray dogs angst #dazai angst #chuuya angst #bsd series #xen|series

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reallytiredartstudent · 10 months

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I watched the movie a third time. Because I'm Very Normal about this movie and Not At All Obsessed.

And a thing i noticed this time (i don't think i will stop noticing things for a while lol) is how well they did things that other stories normally always lose me with?

.....okay that was very openended, this movie did so much what others didn't lol.

I'm talking about threat-escalation specifically though lol

Spoilers under cut.

Second parts of movies books series you name, often lose me the moment it goes from 'hey I'm new to this thing and damn i gotta save my friends' to 'hey let's go save the world'. Bc idk a lot of the time stories lose the part that actually made them interesting in that transition.

Also i just like the low-threat situations. I like friendly neigbhor hood spiderman that has to save one city and not the world. i like there to be consequences that can't be justified with 'well we all gonna die if we don't do this so it doesn't matter and nothing is on the table besides that'. I like it when the stakes are 'I need to somehow deafeat the villain, not die, keep my job, not jeopordize my relationship with my family/friends/partner etc and this is getting really complicated now'.

But this movie did smth really really interesting by yeah, raising the stakes, but also like. not. It wasn't a thing of 'hey we need to create more tension to show how Serious everything is now and because last time we saved the city lets now save the world'. The threat from the first movie? It just never went away. We just didn't know it.

Like, the first movie was 'let's not destroy the multiverse' and the second movie also has the general theme of 'gotta stop the destruction of the multiverse', but also Miles primary worry is 'gotta save my father'.

Which is the opposite of what normally happens. The threat Miles specifically worries about isn't the destruction of the multiverse. It's his father death. In a way the stakes have been at same time been held up, upped and lowered.

Held up, because 'the multiverse is dying' is still very much a thing.

Upped bc there's a frame in Miles vision about the Spot where like most of the spiders lie dead to the feet of Spot (maybe) implying that even if Miles did defeat him it could lead to all the multiverse being without spiders.

i need to get my hands on that movie so i can actually show what i mean instead of always relaying on my memory lol

Lowered, because Miles main priority currently is his dad. One person. (not that he doesn't want to save them all, but his father is like. A main priorty that nobody else has) and a lot of the time sacrficing ppl for the good of the world is a Thing that i simply don't like in stories, because it often contradicts the original message from 'saving one person is important' and makes it too large-scale and suddenly it is okay that people die, because the world is at stake and nothing matters.

In the same lane, a good part of the movie wasn't a epic battle against a invulernable being. It showed Gwen doing her usual job, Miles doing his usual life (the mf pigeons he avoided to get in his room lol, love to see you growing my dude) and even in the Spidersociety there had been just. Business as usual. Until they all tried to catch one fiveteen year old Spiderling and failed. (That was so good. It was so good. Miley my boy, that was epic)

(Is there any indication for how long the spidersociety exists, actually? Did it really only start after the collider incident in Miles world? gonna have to keep an eye out for that, bc if yes that means that Miguel has one hell of a year or two behind him)

And in the midst of all of that the movie never lost their jokes. It was dramatic and tragic and i laughed tears. The whole theater collectively snorted at scences, winced in sympathy and had a collective outrage at the cliffhanger. A lot of the time when things get serious, get tragic, stories become to heavy and the few light hearted scenes tend to feel forced. But this movie was like. yeah. We're up against the destruction of the multiverse, but Mayday also needs to take a crap and not even Miguel is going to get away from that no matter how stone faced he remains in the combined force of Peter B., Hobie and Mayday.

Another part of the Dramatic Doom Trap has been so easily sidestepped by the movie like its. easy. (It's not. It's really not. I can not emphatize enough how well made this movie is and how often it takes easy traps to fall into in modern media and just bounces around them like they mean nothing.) The threats faced are all consequnces of actions. It's very directly related to decisions that have been made, some by our heroes, others by our bad guys. And therefore the threats are directly tied to the future decisions of the characters. Their internal struggles are not a B-Plot, not a side story. Not a 'oh we remembered that you were teenagers so you have to worry about the destruction of the world and your crush to keep it #relateable' . It's interwined with the main story line, in a way it IS the main story line.

Miles struggle with who he is and who he wants to be is evident in all the layers of his life. In the way he interacts with his parents, his decisions about his future (the whole scene in the counselors office?), the way he treats his villains (cracking jokes about Spot, then the whole thing about 'villain of the week'), his struggle between being Miles, son of his parents, and Miles, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and how no one truly knows who he really is, the way how this inner conflict comes to a climax against all the other spider-people, how the 'Imma do my own thing' is the answer to a lot of his 'side-struggles' but also directly tied to the very heavy and big question of 'destruction of the multi-verse'.

Gwen's struggle with her father about what is right and what is not is in a way the same struggle she has with the spider ppl about what is right and what is wrong, just on another level and the other side of the coin. The same issues that make her unable to find a band makes her unable to ask for help with the whole Spot-situation at the beginning. The same struggle about right or wrong in combination of her inability to trust, rules/canon or gut feeling, makes it that she doesn't talk to Miles about what is going on, kickstarting a lot of the plot just as much as Miles actions did in the first movie. Her decision, resolving of her struggle, to talk and to take things into her own hands is the same for her band and for her to gather ppl to help Miles, to go against the 'rules'.

(I mean 'creating my own band' is a pretty nifty metaphor for 'following my own rules'/parallel to Miles 'i create my own story')

(Do i even need to mention Hobie here again and how he was the literal embodiment of the whole thing?)

My point is, Miles is not just about to rewrite the rules of the multiverse because that's what the story needs, Gwen isn't just gathering allies because it's very convnient to have support for Miles, both things are direct results of their struggles throughout the whole movie (and the one before that). And that makes it so damn interesting to watch.

Btw shoutout to my friend that i dragged along, that hadn't even seen a trailer and came out of this thing shell shocked and looking like they weren't fully in this world yet (understandable) just to have me vibrating out of my skin next to them finally able to talk about all the things and parallels and theroies that currently dictate my entire exsistence and never complaining once about but only suggesting that we should do cosplay about it. (Neither of us has ever done cosplay).

#I am still So Normal about this movie lol #across the spiderverse #gwen stacey #Miles Morales #spiderman atsv

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otakukun16 · 6 months

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Soul Avengers

Um…invasion?

The day after the little incident in New York Fury wasn't too happy when he heard about it. The near destruction in the city was just a few days ago and now a missing Loki was just the tip of the ice berg.

Can't the guy just get a break? Nope, life wanted to be a bitch and throw more problems at him now he was to worry about inter dimensional creatures wreaking havoc on New York.

With a long sigh he then called agent Hill "Yes sir what do you need?" She asked “how's the development with the Shinigami" asked massaging his temple, agent Hill spoke in a slightly nervous tone but it was almost unnoticeable "It hasn't gone very far sir, in fact Stark said it himself that he isn't sure when he'll be able to construction" this almost made Fury erupt like a volcano but he kept his cool.

"Huh well there isn't anything we can do about it so there's no reason to cry over spilled milk" he said as he got up and headed out of the room.

He had sent out a message a day ago to gather up all the Avengers to finish up the entire ordeal with Loki, they were even able to bring Bruce into this. They've all met up in the conference room to stop Loki once and for all, he'd also decided to bring in those four. Hopefully they might be able to help them, from what he's heard from Steve and Tony they were able to take done those god awful creatures in a matter of minutes without breaking so much as a sweat.

As the doors of the conference room opened up he walked in and took a seat at the table as did everyone else. "I can assume that we all know why we're here" Fury questioned and the avengers nodded solemnly but the shinigami were unresponsive silently questioning what any of this had to do with them. As if Fury had read their mind he grabbed their attention "As for why you four are here, as you've already been briefed on the situation. One of our prisoners had escaped and is planning invasion on earth, so we were hoping that you might be able to assist us with fighting them off" he laid down his proposal.

The shinigami weren't sure how to respond to this, originally they weren't planning on staying here for long and planned to leave the moment they could, plus they didn't really want to involve themselves with this world's issues. Those were the mindsets of the three shinigami, but Ichigo on the other hand had a whole different mindset.

Seriously there's literally going to be an invasion in twenty four hours and they're seriously worrying about 'Not involving themselves in the affairs of the living' really they're in another dimension, pretty sure those rules don't apply here. But just as Toshiro was about to decline the request surprisingly enough Gin was the one that butted in "Now I know what you're gonna say Shiro, but think about it, you don't want the deaths of thousands of people on you conscience knowing that you could have helped but you didn't want to break any of our rules that are basically nonexistent here do you?" He asked in sickeningly innocent tone "And besides, it's not every day you get to fight of an alien invasion" he finished off with his usual smile.

This made everyone in the room sweat drop comically at his reasoning to try to convince Toshiro to agree to Fury's request.The room was in an awkward silence for a while before Toshiro let a silent growl in annoyance and sighed in defeat "Fine have it your way"

"Yay!"

The Avengers stared confused at the interactions with the shinigami, they we acting so low key about the whole as if they weren't asked to stop an alien invasion but to simple work night shift at a fast food joint.

These guys were weird. That was for sure.

The rest of the meeting went on smoothly, simply discussing the battle strategies and evacuation plan for the event. They were making sure not to over look the slightest drtails for the operation.

After the meeting had concluded they went to make their own preparations, Ichigo and his group were about to head back to the tower before Stark called them over "Hey! You four come over here for a minute!"."So you guys are gonna be part of this whole thing and I kinda noticed that none of you have any proper battle equipment so I thought I'd make you some. Just being on the safe side here" Tony suggested.

"Thank you for the offer but I can assure you that we're already well prepared" Toshiro tried to decline the offer, key word 'tried' "Come on kid don't be so stubborn, besides shouldn't you let the adult make the decision" he asked in a bit of a smug tone as he gestured to Gin.

Now he'd done it.

Toshiro looked like he was on the brink of exploding right then and there as the veins in his head bulged and his eye started to twitch he took a deep breath and closed his eyes and replied in the calmest voice he could muster "For the last time. I am not a kid" he answered. Stark looked very amused at the way Toshiro tried to keep his cool and made a mental note to use this little pet peeve he's discovered to his advantage later. "Woah no need to get so riled up kid I'm just saying you never know if you might need it, besides my girlfriend will skin me alive if she found out I let a bunch of kids to a fight like this without any gear" he reasoned

Before Toshiro can snap back at the kid comment again Gin came to Tony's 'rescue' just in time before Toshiro froze his sorry ass "You're right about that, can't believe I didn't consider that. We'd really appreciate it if you could" He said placing his chin on Toshiro's head much to his annoyance.

Tony smiled in victory and skipped off to one of the labs to start making the protective suites.

The four shinigami walked around the helicarrier until they were called "Isn't this exciting Izuru, this is going to be so fun. Oh trust me you're gone love it" Gin said hopping around excited over the invasion. "Um captain maybe you should take this more seriously, thousands of lives are at stake" Izuru answered not as overly enthusiastic as his superior, "Oh come on don't be such a stick in the mud, you're gonna end up like Shiro" Gin replied off handedly. "I'm standing right here you know" Toshiro spoke up annoyed with where the conversation was going "Ah you know I didn't mean it like that" he said as he tried to pull Toshiro into a hug but he skillfully dodges it much to Gin's dismay.

All while this was happening Ichigo lingered back of the group as his mind wandered elsewhere.

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Day Seventeen: Home

TW: Discussion of drug addiction, sobriety, mental illness, relapse, abandonment issues and suicide. Mentions of vomit/nausea. Ask to tag!

Pairing: Established Lifetane (you know me :P)

this is decades late but i still wanted to post this even tho i didnt finish the challenge so. here ya go

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He wakes up pretty late these days but it's okay. Ajay says it's probably better for him than his old schedule of going to bed at 5am just to wake up at 8am for a morning jog. Running on three hours of sleep his whole life wasn't healthy, according to her. Well, maybe he could see some truth in that.

Waking up to an empty, messy pink room was always nice. The blinds at the window did a poor job of masking the fact that it was almost noon and that Ajay had been awake for several hours already, starting the day without him.

He didn't feel like getting out of bed.

Maybe he was just tired or it was the anxiety eating him up from last night but he didn't want to stop sleeping. For the first time in decades, sleeping felt genuinely comforting to him and he'd hate to leave now and lose the comfort and warmth of their shared bed.

Or maybe it was withdrawals, making it hard for him to lift his head off the pillow and get up to put on his legs and start another day without his crutch. It was so damn hard to get through a day without at least one substance, but he was doing okay. Two weeks sober. A small victory but a victory nonetheless, Ajay had said. He wasn't really feeling like a winner right now though. This feeling sucked.

A twist in his stomach and a wetness in his mouth as he lifted his head confirmed his suspicions. Yep, definitely withdrawals. He knew he wasn't going to actually vomit though, but the thought still crossed his mind. He forced himself to stand up.

The world outside their bedroom was a lot brighter than the gloomy, sun-shielded bedroom. Honestly, Ajay should just leave the blinds open in the mornings despite the sun shining directly into Octavio's sleeping face. Maybe it'd wake him up in a happier mood.

"How yuh doin'?"

In the kitchen, Ajay stood over a pan of sizzling eggs, still in her pyjama shorts and in one of his many black t-shirts with some band's logo on it. His eyes definitely lingered on her frame before he crept towards her and wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Am fine." He mumbled into her shoulder and kissed the back of her neck. Honestly, his back kinda hurt from sleeping in his usual overly-contorted way but besides that and his withdrawal symptoms he was definitely better than he had been yesterday.

Ajay hummed, "Tha's good to hear."

Honestly he didn't wanna let her go but she needed to move in order to finish up their 'breakfast', if you could even call it that at this hour. It was nearly 2pm, he noted from glancing at the clock above her.

He leaned on the counter next to the stove and watched quietly as the eggs sizzled and spat oil around on the pan.

He wanted Stim, just for little bit, just to go for a short morning run, but he was tired. He couldn't mess up his two week sobriety streak now either. Plus, Ajay would be disappointed in him and that would hurt more than the actual drug use. He glanced at her face fearfully as if to check if she was reading his thoughts. Sometimes when he thought too loudly he was afraid others would hear him and realize what a fuck up he was. He didn't want Ajay to know he was struggling that bad.

"Whatcha thinkin' about? You're starin' at me." Ajay mused and smiled, plopping the eggs onto two plates with some bacon on the side.

Embarrassed, he dropped his gaze. "Nothin’.”

Ajay nodded for him to walk over to the table as she handed him his plate. They sat down together, Ajay bumping her pedicured feet up against where Octavio's stumps met his prosthetic legs under the table.

"Yuh father called this morning."

Octavio's blood suddenly ran cold and he winced. "What did he want?"

"Askin' about the holidays, thinks he's gettin' invited over," She picked at her food with her fork, "I told him to piss off."

A small smile crept onto his face at that. At least Ajay had his back.

"Mm, I dunno, nena. Weren't you gonna visit your Nana in Olympus before we go back to Talos for the next season?"

"Plans changed," she shrugged, "I'd rather stay with you here."

He furrowed a brow. "I could come with you, you know."

"There's no reason for us to go to Olympus again. This is our home now." She said firmly.

Home, huh? Her little apartment on Psamathe, in a small, rural area away from Olympus and the big cities...

Our home, she said. With Octavio included in it. Granted, he had lived with her for the past three months or so but he never thought of it as being permanent. Would she really let him live here with her?

"I can see the gears turnin' in your head, O. Did ya think I would just kick ya out after a while?" She joked and Octavio knew it was playful but... something about her wording really struck a nerve within him and before he could even realise and stop it, the tears were in his eyes.

What’s happening? Why was he so scared of her leaving? Why did he even consider this as a possibility?

"....Yeah." His voice wavered.

It felt like he was with his father and the world was crashing around him all over again. He could remember how mad his father was when he refused to let Octavio come back home, how he said he had had enough of dealing with his failure of a son, told him that he's an adult now and could just fend for himself now. He remembered ending up on Ajay's couch, and later in her bed, that first night and how terrified he was. Nausea clawed at his stomach. Everything was coming back to him so violently, it felt like he was back to being a scared, broken man at the doorstep of his father's home. Overwhelmed.

"O, it's alright, I didn't mean it like that." Ajay stood up and he could barely make out her silhouette through the blurriness in his eyes. He was shaking and when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he instinctively pulled her closer, almost as if holding on for his dear life.

He didn't want to be left alone again. Not by her. He couldn't deal with it. He wouldn't live through the loss. He'd have such a destructive breakdown, he'd lose his streak and kill himself in the process. He just knew it, he just knew he couldn’t survive without her. It’d kill him. It'd be a death sentence.

"I'm not leavin' ya. Ever. You hear me?" She rubbed his back as his tears sunk into her shoulder.

"I'm not leavin'. It's okay."

He nodded. He wanted to believe it, needed to.

"This is our home now, O. You're gonna be alright."

Octavio's whole body shook against hers as he struggled to breathe in, deeply, trying to calm himself down the way his therapist taught him to.

He forced himself to believe that she wouldn't lie to him. No, she had never lied to him before. She was the only person he could ever trust fully. She’d never lied to him and he need to remember that. She wouldn’t leave him.

He took a breath in between sobs.

This was their home now. These walls, the pastel pink walls in the bedroom, the cool wooden flooring, the small but cozy kitchen and living room. The clock on the wall, the stove, the couch, the seats, the table. They were shared.

This was their home, where they laughed and watched movies together on the couch, where they came home and unloaded all the groceries into the fridge, where Ajay held him and reaffirmed that she still loved him and that he was still a fighter, no matter how bad he felt, over and over again, until he believed her.

He believed her. He believed everything she said.

Ajay was what made this place feel like home, and he wouldn’t lose her, not this time.

#hi did someone order abandonment issues :) big serving coming right up #lifetane #octane apex #lifeline apex #apex legends

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DRAGON HEART

Firebender x ???

Hey guys, just anted to say that if you want, you can request one shots. Also dm me if you want to be tagged to be updated with this series.

Also the parts are somewhat long because I try to fit a whole episode in each part.

Prologue Part 1

PART 2

A few days ago we left the Northern Air Temple, so much happened in the little time we stayed there. I was starting to get along with everyone, except for Sokka that is, we always seem to argue and maybe it's because he hates me??? Because I was Fire Nation, but that's my past. Anyways, the people living in the air temple gifted me a new set of clothes and even warm coats for my journey to the North. I am so thankful for them.

We are now headed towards the North Pole so Aang and Katara can find a water bending master.

"I'm not one to complain, but can't Appa fly any higher?" Sokka says indeed complaining.

Appa does seem tired, we're getting lower and lower to the ocean.

"I have an idea-" Aang says looking back "-why don't we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole?"

"I'd love to! Climb on everyone-" he wiggles his butt at everyone "-Sokka's ready for takeoff!"

Momo jumps up on Sokka in response to his invitation.

"Look, we're all just a little tired and cranky because we've been flying for two days straight." I tell them and Katara agrees.

"And for what?" Sokka exclaims "We can't even find the Northern Water Tribe. There's nothing up here."

Suddenly a noise is heard up ahead. Ice is moving rapidly towards Appa. We all scream and Aang pulls Appa's reigns and avoids the ice, but almost tips us all off the saddle. Appa then moves as another jet of ice erupts out of the waves, but this one slams into Appa's underside, who drops in an uncontrolled spin into the water. Out of the icebergs several ornate wooden skiffs come to surround us.

"They're waterbenders! We found the Water Tribe! " She shouts with excitement.

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Aang gets up " There it is! "

"The Northern Water Tribe..." Katara continues

"We're finally here..." i whisper in awe.

The water benders leads us into their village and through the canals.

The city is loaded with beautiful streams, waterfalls and fountains. They pass another boat with a waterbender and a beautiful young Water Tribe woman with white hair, Sokka focuses on her, blushes and tried to follow her by running down Appa's tail.

"This place is beautiful." Katara says

"Yeah, she is." Sokka replied while looking dreamily at the girl from the boat.

I roll my eyes and look away. From what Katara told me, it seemed to me like he was friendly with a girl from Kyoshi Island a few weeks ago. I start to chuckle.

Sokka turns to me with a serious face "What's your deal?"

"Oh nothing nothing" I wave him off.

Later on we were invited to see the Chief because he wanted to celebrate the Avatars arrival. Katara and I finished getting ready and met up with the boys outside as we started to head out towards their palace.

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We arrive and we take our seats at the table, Katara to my right and Sokka to my left.

I'm admiring everything around us until i hear Sokka whisper.

"You should probably keep to yourself that you're a fire bender-"Wow is he trying to look out for me- " we don't want you scaring people off and ruining the mood if everything"

Ouch. How can he say that? I feel my skin starting to get hot as I was starting to turn that sadness into anger and noticed I was starting to melt a hole on the table and I quickly took my hands away.

"And what's the deal with you literally burning up like some-" Sokka was gonna continue but the Chief was about to speak.

"Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe, and they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now. The Avatar! We also celebrate my daughter's 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.

Princess Yue is walking towards us.

Sokka looks at her with wide eyes.

"Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times."

"Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform! " the Chief indicates.

As the waterbending show continues, a figure walks behind us and sits down next to Sokka. It’s Princess Yue.

"Hi, there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe. " He says trying to act all cool.

Princess Yue smiles and bows slightly "Very nice to meet you."

"So... uh... you're a Princess!” She nods and smiles “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kinda like a Prince myself!" He says

I just couldn't hold it in " Ha! Prince of what? "

Now an angry Sokka looking back at me "A lot of things! Uh, do you mind? I'm trying to have a conversation here!"

With a smirk on my face I mock a bow "My apologies, Prince Sokka."

Sokka turns to Yue and attempts to flirt by asking her to do an "activity" or something. What the spirits

Very smooth.

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It's the morning and I'm left alone to wander around the town. Aang and Katara are getting trained, Sokka went to find the princess and I am currently walking up a mountain of ice so I can be high enough to feel the Sun and do some meditation.

I come back to our place at nightfall to see everyone except Sokka is back.

"What did you do today Y/N? Practice your fire bending?" asked Aang.

"No, I was told to not even try that while I'm here, so I just did some meditating"

"What? Who told you that?" Aang asked me seriously concerned "Momo I told you to be nice"

"Don't worry” I laughed “it wasn't Momo and I understand"

Sokka walks in all mopey.

"How's warrior training going?" Katara asked.

In response Sokka kicks a bag on the floor in anger, falls to his knees, and then flops on the bag, using it as a pillow.

"That bad?" Aang asks him.

"No, it's Princess Yue. I don't get it. One minute she wants to go out with me and the next she's telling me to get lost! So how's waterbending training?"

I sit up excited to hear about how it went, but Katara flops onto her sleeping bag, depressed.

“Master Poophead won't teach her because she's a girl." Aang replied.

"Why don't you just teach her, Aang? " I suggest.

Katara raises her head with a smile "Why didn't I think of that? At night, you can teach whatever moves you learned from Master Pakku. That way you have someone to practice with and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone's happy!"

"I'm not happy." Sokka cuts in

"But you're never happy. Come on, Aang."

They go off.

"Hey Y/N, I’ve been thinking about it and I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It isn’t fair to you. It's just, we've never had a good experience with fire benders. Katara and I personally, we lost our mother because of the Fire Nation..."

I just listen to his story without saying a word until he finished. He tells me about how his mother died and how they are being constantly chased by the Fire Nation because of Aang.

"Look Sokka, I understand the fear and the hate, I really do. I know how dangerous and destructive fire bending and the Fire Nation can be. When I was young, my parents died giving their life for the Fire Nation and so I was raised by my grandfather Jeong Jeong. Growing up I had many try to train me fire bending but they all quit on me because my fire bending was ‘too different’ and at times ‘out of control’. They thought of it as a weakness for the Nation and their pride.....You've seen it first hand, my emotions is like some kind of fuel to it. I burn up every time my feelings get strong and sometimes lose control over it."

"Yeah, like what happened back with Master Jeong Jeong after Aang burned Katara" Sokka recalls.

"Yeah, I end up hurting the people I care about" I look down and take a deep breath before I continue "With time my grandfather realized how wrong the Nation was and their beliefs and decided to escape with me. We barely made it out alive. My grandfather later trained me to have some control over my bending through meditation. He says I'm more powerful than I realize, and that that's why the Nation didn't want me, because they were afraid or something...but now he's gone too."

"Hey, you have us now. We'll be your family and we can help you." He reassures.

"Thanks Sokka. You did have a point though, I should try to keep myself under cover because if the Fire Nation finds out who I am, then we'll be an even bigger target."

"Yeah, we'll protect you Y/N. I promise" he smiles.

Suddenly Aang and Katara comes in with a face with mixed emotions. They sit down and tell us what happened when they tried to train and how Master Pakku caught them and kicked Aang out from his training. We decided to go the next morning to talk to the chief and try to negotiate.

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"What do you want me to do?" says Chief Arnook "Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?"

"Yes – please!" I try to reason for them.

"I suspect he might change his mind if you (looking at Katara) swallow your pride and apologize to him." He says.

"Fine." Katara says clearly unhappy.

"I'm waiting, little girl." Master Pakku smugly says.

"No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you!" As Katara speaks, cracks open in the floor beneath her. She ends up by pointing directly at Master Pakku, her finger almost in his face.

"Uh, Katara..." Aang begins to say

Katara has a look of challenge on her face "I'll be outside – if you're man enough to fight me!"

You can hear a group of gasps

"I'm sure she didn't mean that." I try to say.

"Yeh, I think she did." Sokka replies.

We start to go after Katara this is halfway down the steps of the palace.

"Are you crazy, Katara? You're not gonna win this fight!" Sokka tries to knock some sense into her.

Katara takes off her coat and throws it at Sokka, hitting him in the face "I know! I don't care!"

"You don't have to do this for me. I can find another teacher." Aang tries to reason

"I'm not doing it for you! Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy!" She tels them.

The boys look at me for some help.

"Guys She has a point, I mean if I had a chance to show my old teachers that I was worth bejng taught, I think I would have"

As we reach the bottom of the steps, Master Pakku appears.

"So, you decided to show up?" Katara starts to say but He walks past her "Aren't you gonna fight??

"Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong." He says without even glancing her way.

3rd POV

Insanely angry, Katara draws a water whip out of the ground and whips Pakku on the back on the neck. He stops

Master Pakku finally faces her " Fine. You want to learn to fight so bad, study closely! "

He begins to bend and Katara runs towards him but he flings her backwards.

Master Pakku mockingly says "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!"

Pakku creates a whirlpool and it begins to constrict, but before Katara is knocked back down she swings her arm, almost as if she were swinging a baseball bat, deflecting the wall of water off on a different trajectory. Cut to a shot of the spectators, including Aang and Sokka. The errant wall of water hits Sokka

“OW!”

Katara runs at him with a water whip. He raises a ramp of ice in front of her which she slides up and then back flips off, landing neatly on the guardrail of the citadel steps behind him. Pakku liquefies the ramp and throws it at her while catching her feet in ice. The wave breaks around Katara, however, as she bends it out of the way.

"You can't knock me down!" She says

The crowd formed starts to cheer

"Go Katara!" Aang shouts.

"You got this Katara!" Y/N encourages.

The fight goes on and Master Pakku is still decided on not teaching Katara.

Katara now standing in front of Pakku, but Master pakku sends shards of ice towards her, the shards land closely all around her. She is trapped. She struggles in vain against her prison of ice, her hands and arms unable to move.

Master Pakku walks towards her "This fight is over."

"Come back here! I'm not finished yet!" Katara yells.

"Yes, you are." he replied. He stops in surprise, picking up the necklace that fell from Katara's neck during the fight.

"This is my necklace!" He says with wonder.

"No it's not, it's mine! Give it back!" She tells him."

"I made this sixty years ago – for the love of my life." He continued saying.

Katara's ice prison liquefies behind him, freeing her "For Kana."

"My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?" Katara says in awe.

Master Pakku still holding the necklace, sadly says "I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged. I thought we would have a long, happy life together. I loved her."

"But she didn't love you, did she? It was an arranged marriage." Katara says.

The Princess' eyes water.

Katara walks up to Pakku "Gran-Gran wouldn't let your tribe's stupid customs run her life. That's why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage."

Proncess Yue begins to cry openly and runs away.

"Go get her." Y/N tells Sokka and nod to her direction.

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