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"Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues.
“Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton
The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983:
For the heroic saving of our lives"
«They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?»."
Okay, this lineart is so good that inspired a scene in me (I wrote it, even though I practically never write in English) and TWO different color versions.
7th submission for the @green-with-envy-phandom-event! This is a collab: the lineart was created by the awesome @ecto-stone, while we did the color.
Alternative (golden) version + ficlet under the cut!
Danny approached the sculptural group, vaguely in disbelief. At first he didn't really understand what he was seeing... he just had the feeling that it was something familiar, that the shapes of those greenish bodies reminded him of something. There were three people, dressed like ghostbusters, with tools and protective goggles. There were also other details, rays and small figures.
Danny squinted. One of the three was too similar to his father... but younger, with more hair, with a cheeky smile. So the other two, they were... yes, he had only seen them like this one other time, in a photograph from their college days, but... they must have been his mother Maddie and Vlad Masters.
It was quite impressive, to see a statue of three people he knew so well as adults, but immortalized forever, frozen in time, as the version of them that had been real only years before.
«Why is there a statue of them in this place?» He asked Skulker «They are ghostbusters, why did you immortalize them here, in the Ghost Zone?».
Skulker looked up at the sculptural group, his gaze unreadable, machine-like. But his silence, which lasted a few moments too long, spoke for him.
«It's a celebration» He said «From the times of the ectoquake. We all risked dying... or losing all the information in our cores, due to altered magnetism» he touched his chest with his large gloved hand «We would have forgotten who we are, we would have become a bunch of babbling ectoplasms devouring each other to survive, unable to recognize ourselves. A fate worse than death».
Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues.
“Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton
The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983:
For the heroic saving of our lives"
«They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?».
Skulker pulled his gun from the holster, a handkerchief from his back pocket, and began cleaning it. That gesture worried Danny, but the other ghost didn't seem to want to attack him.
«They never told you anything because they don't know anything» Skulker revealed, speaking in a low voice «They themselves asked for their memories to be erased»
«Why?» Danny shook his head «Vlad certainly wouldn't have thrown away the opportunity to be adored as someone's savior»
«You know nothing about Vlad» Skulker's voice was thick, sticky, full of menace. Danny realized that they had never talked about Vlad before: how had he and Skulker met? What did they think of each other?
«Vlad wouldn't let anyone, not even himself, see him as a hero» The ghost hunter continued, moving the cloth more rapidly on the butt of the gun, as if he was trying to remove a stain «That's not what he does. But on that distant day… he and your parents saved the lives of all of us. They saved the entire Ghost Zone ecosystem»
«My parents probably did all the work and he joined the group only to take the glory» Danny snorted
«You don't know anything» Skulker said slowly
«I know Vlad quite a bit»
«No. You are a fourteen years old boy who thinks he knows how things go, but he doesn't. I've known him for twenty years, and you for... how long? Less than a year? And most of the time you just argue like two children»
«The fact that he fights with a fourteen year old» Danny pointed to his chest «I think already says a lot about him»
«He's training you, brat. For my part, if I could I would have taken your head off a long time ago... but he saved you, remember?».
Danny blinked. Yes, the first time they had seen each other… he had been trapped in the cube, powerless, with only his head sticking out, like a trophy. And Skulker would have gladly used his new blade on him, if it hadn't been for Vlad, who had stopped him.
«He's only doing it because he wants to have me as his son» Danny muttered
«Doesn't sound like a bad reason to me» Skulker growled.
For a few moments, there was silence. Only the movement of the ectoplasm could be heard, like the riptide of the sea in a bay, there wasn’t even the sound of breathing.
«So...» Danny, who had no intention of arguing with Skulker, continued «What's this about the ectoquake?»
«It's something that... happens» explained the ghost hunter «Every now and then. It's not exactly cyclical, but almost. And anyway, you can predict it, but you can't stop it. An ectoquake is the most terrible circumstance the community can experience: it not only destroys the lairs, but also the physical forms of the ghosts and their memories. It is a magnetic storm of such magnitude that it destroys everything it touches, rearranges it and turns it into something different. Every time an ectoquake occurs, thousands of species disappear forever and those who survive become mindless cannibals. It takes years for species to re-evolve and for ghosts to regain a minimum of reasoning»
«Wow. It really sucks...»
«Indeed. Usually very few ghosts survive: those who have access to a portal and can escape into the material world, for example. You get out of here» Skulker pointed up, as if there was a ceiling (which wasn't there) «The ectoquake can't get you. But the problem is that ectoquakes can also be predicted by humans»
«And so?»
«And so the ghost slayers remain stationed outside any natural portal, trying to kill every ghost that is escaping. It's a sealed fate»
«The ghost slayers?» Danny wrinkled his nose «I've never heard of them...»
«You're used to seeing those ridiculous ghostbusters... the Guys in White, those bad copies of Mystery Incorporated, your parents... but there are real monster hunters out there, with real weapons capable of blowing your head off. They don't go hunting for flying kids, they want to collect large quantities of ectoplasm at once, and to do so they predict ectoquakes and capture and kill those who escape»
«Terrifying».
Even though he was in his ghost form at the moment, Danny still felt goosebumps. Perhaps his ectoplasmic body simply remembered the reactions of his flesh body, or perhaps the idea disgusted him enough to change the surface composition of his ghost.
«At that time I was… little. Small. In the physical sense of the term» Skulker seemed a little embarrassed at this revelation, but he didn't stop recounting «I didn't have the armor yet, I was a small and defenseless body, and I managed to get out early, without the ghost slayers noticing. The ectoquake was a month away. But I was captured by them» he pointed to the three statues «They were in college and still studying, they weren't dangerous. Maddie and Jack wanted to dissect me, study me and then kill me» Skulker's voice softened «Vlad begged them not to do it. He saved my life»
«I can't imagine it»
«Too bad for you, kid. Too bad that you can't imagine that your parents, exactly as they do today, try to destroy the ghosts, while Vlad, exactly as he does today, helps me»
«Touché»
«I told them about the ectoquake. And they did something incredible: they built a portal for the first time. Not that little thing that would later destroy Vlad's life: a real portal, bigger than all the others. Huge, inside an abandoned building. Six meters in diameter, so that ghosts of any size could fit through. No ghost slayer expected us to escape from there, because they didn't know that portal existed. And then they invented something else, the Fenton thermos, a device capable of capturing ghosts, with which I was able to collect and transport the slowest or weakest ghosts, or those who were too afraid, into the material world» Skulker frowned «When the ectoquake came, the damage to the Ghost Zone was incalculable, but… but we didn't have to start from scratch. There had been many casualties, but many of the plants and animals were safe, my friends and I were still sane, we were fine. We had spent all the necessary time inside the abandoned building. Some inside the thermos, others free… we were all alive. Thanks to them: Madeline, Jack, Vlad»
«I… I didn't know. Why didn't I know?»
«I’m telling you, they don't remember anything»
«Why?»
«They knew ghost slayers were dangerous, boy. They knew they might have let some information slip: how to build the portals, where the escape route they'd created for us was. They decided together that they would forget it. There is one of us who can make wishes come true...»
«Desiree»
«Yes, exactly, Desiree. To protect us all, they wanted to forget what happened»
«Couldn't you just wish the ghost slayers would stop hunting you? Or that ectoquakes didn't exist?»
«You have a skull as thick as a bison's» Skulker placed his index finger on Danny's forehead «Do you really think ghost slayers are stupid? They are protected by amulets, ghost powers do not work on them. As for ectoquakes, they cannot be avoided in any way, they are an integral part of the Ghost Zone!»
«Well, yeah, I didn't know» Danny's cheeks turned a light shade of green.
Skulker withdrew his hand and approached the sculptural group, placing his hands on the pedestal. «Their heroism, their intelligence, their sacrifice… we will never forget them. They have already forgotten them» He sighed «It's a real shame that Madeline and Jack betrayed him and abandoned him like this. He didn't deserve it. Together they could have conquered the world, obtained everthing, but instead...»
«They didn't betray and abandon him!» Danny exclaimed
«You weren't there, ghost boy. How would you know?» Skulker looked at him over his shoulder, a single green eye visible, luminescent like a light bulb «You should listen to the story as told by others too. And maybe even your stupid parents would be ready to admit what they did to him. You weren't there, but I was. And I don't wish for anyone to see what I saw».
Danny looked up at the statue, feeling a myriad of emotions boiling inside him. An invisible hand squeezed his stomach. He didn't know about this, about how they had become heroes of the Ghost Zone… what was there that he still didn't know about them?
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(I will definitely expand this thing later... for now, you got the idea XD).
Aaand here there is the golden version (of course there are gold statues of the saviors, somewhere!):
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How does Astarion and Tav's relationship develop during their romance? A little analysis and a really long post, part 1 of 2, first and second Acts.
Please note that this is an interpretation. Your Tav's relationships with Astarion might evolve in a different way, it's a mix of both canon and headcanon material. I just love analyzing people and writing stuff.
Act 1.
During this time, Astarion's in survival mode. Being thrown into the world, unknowing if he's free of Cazador's will or not, if he's being chased or not, Astarion resorts to the skeleton of his behavioral pattern - manipulation. He cannot trust Tav, both because he's a vampire (and vamps don't have a good rep, of course), and because the centuries he spent in servitude, deprived of any hope and freedom, thought him to rely on himself, only.
He's lost, scared, bewildered. Astarion is drunk with the sense of freedom, but he doesn't know when or how it might end, what's out there for him, and what to do. Seeing Tav, he latches on to them, and starts to plan how to get the most out of them.
So, feeling where the wind's blowing, and seeing Tav as a solidified leader of the group, Astarion starts playing his game. He tries to appear charming and flirts with Tav (and sometimes not only them, but also Gale, Wyll, etc, he needs to have his options open) despite not being whatsoever close to them.
It might appear, from Tav's perspective, that Astarion's just like that - overly flirty, promiscuous, a down to earth guy who seeks the simple pleasures. And, maybe, genuinely likes them, why not. But, of course, Astarion doesn't. He actively acts on the persona he created, not willing to share his true feelings yet. He might feel sympathy towards certain Tav's behaviors, like being self-serving, but he doesn't trust them. Again, yet.
Even during the first and second sex scenes with Astarion, as he confirms in Act 3 if you didn't get his confession, it was only a transaction for him. His body for your loyalty and a faint chance of you being enamored enough not to stab Astarion in his back.
This is the reason why I don't believe that Astarion develops a crush on Tav in the 1st Act.
He prayed for 200 years to the gods for him to be saved, of course they won't send an angel now who would magically sort his shit out for him and basically save him from Cazador, will they?
It would be really unfair, after all these years, and totally unrealistic.
So, everything he does is an act, confirmed to me by the way Petras acts when you meet him in Act 3. Same mannerism, same learned by heart 'honeyed words' Astarion uses on Tav to lure them in.
The way he talks, gestures, plays with the pitch of his voice - Tav's constantly bombarded with the best tactics Astarion has developed to lure people in.
There's only a number of times when's genuine - when you reject him, and when he's bitching during the cutscenes and over some of your choices. Right now, the only feeling Astarion's is comfortable to share is anger and mild dissatisfaction. All of his pain is saved for later.
I'm confident to say that spending the night with Tav was a 'duty' of Astarion's, as he himself believed, and he didn't get any initial pleasure in doing it. Of course, he did it willingly (and it was good sex, otherwise Tav wouldn't have been screaming Astarion's name into the night for everyone to hear, lol). However, it was no more than a type of physical labor one performs, totally mechanized.
Act 2.
This is when the immediate danger of being turned into a mindflayer is not a real life threat anymore and being 100% reliant on the good will of Tav isn't a survival strategy.
Genuine friendship starts to develop due to the time spent together and the good things Tav is ready to do for Astarion without asking anything in return.
Everyone who's upset over not being able to start as friends with Astarion before initiating the romance - rejoice, I really believe it happens this way in the game.
No matter the approval, Astarion begins to warm up to Tav and other companions only in Act 2, feeling comfortable and experiencing true camaraderie for the first time in his life. I say that because I believe that most of the bonding is happening behind the scenes, and the only thing we see is the byproduct. You cease to be a group of survivals in Act 2 and become a real team.
Thus, Astarion begins to feel safe. Not only thanks to Tav being compassionate towards him UNCONDITIONALLY, but because everyone else in your band is ready to protect him and one another. Astarion finds true safety, and, thanks to that, survival mode is finally off.
His mental capacities are finally free to start not only caring about his immediate survival (because he's surrounded by friends, and I don't care how apathetic companions act towards Astarion in his spawn ending, this shit is the result of time crunch, not the way the band would really behave, I'm sure of it), but observe.
He sees the person before him, Tav, who does things and doesn't ask shit in return from him, who's genuinely compassionate and kind, and he finally stops viewing this as a weakness.
Why? Because it was proven to him by Tav's actions that being a good person is a real life strategy and doesn't always leave you weaker than you were before, but stronger, with more allies and resources than before.
By observing Tav, Astarion sees and understands that there are people who can care for him, and they don't get crashed by the big bad world which is cruel and actively acts against you.
No, the world is indifferent, and shit happens because people choose to act like that. Cazador was a cruel monster to Astarion because he chose to, and Tav cares for him and stands for him because they chose to. There are people who he can trust.
This is the point when Astarion cracks. I believe that he falls for Tav not for their looks or certain temperament (this is the reason why you can romance him as a gnome who he is racist towards, lmao), but they way Tav treats him. He falls for Tav's protecting and kind nature towards him, and after that, I think, he starts seeing beauty in the looks, certain character quirks and stuff like that.
After you helped him decipher his scars and/or protected him from the blood merchant, all of his walls are down. He's a cup full of sheer admiration and gratitude, and, when he confesses, he still doesn't understand that he's in love. He thanks Tav for being there for him, and although he doesn't know what he feels or wants, he enjoys having Tav around him.
Being with Tav gave him the strength to believe that good things can happen to him, too. Despite still being in danger from Cazador, he's finally hopeful enough to desire something beyond being away from his master.
He wants revenge. He wants to finally stop pretending. He wants closure. He wants to move on. And he wants Tav.
He wants to treat them the same way they treat him. He finally has the capacity to give back the kindness, because he was given enough of it for him to spare.
And then we move to Act 3, but I will do this part some next time, because this post is already ungodly long. I will also write about the way Astarion's relationship with Durge evolves and how it is a bit different from a standard romance.
Cheers, vampire lovers.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion x tav#text post#next time I will also include some Durge analysis#cause the relationship there is a bit different#you're more of on an equal footing there#I must have made so many mistakes writing this#sorry English is not my first language
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what is something that you want to see in season 3? i have a few things but the most important is that they hug. one proper hug and i'll never complain anything ever again. imagine crowley wrapping his arms around aziraphale who does the same. neihter of them pulls away because they have waited six thousand years to be close to each other. i just want them to be happy
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Personal and most likely unpopular opinions:
- Sebastian Sallow is a walking red flag (maybe I will write a complete essay about it lol) and I don't like him at all. And not only a bad friend to us, but especially to Ominis!
- Even if my absolute ship is MC x Poppy, I don't understand why Natty is so underrated and why people prefer Seb.
- Poppy's quests are the absolute best. No further comments.
- Amit Thakkar is a cutie! And Sirona Ryan is a badass! They both deserve more appreciation!
- Ruth Singer is sus AF
- And now the most unpopular ship ever. Imelda x Poppy? Lovely. Imelda x MC? Also lovely. Imelda x Garreth? Cute. But what about... Imelda x Natty? I don't know why, they remind me of Nadine and Chloe of the Uncharted series and I find them lovely together! Also, Imelda is a bottom!
Thanks for coming to my HL Ted Talk. And remember, they're just my personal opinions!
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#poppy sweeting#imelda reyes#natsai onai#ominis gaunt#amit thakkar#sebastian sallow#sirona ryan#ruth singer#sorry english is not my first language
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lies of P: Kamski Test
#detroit become human#lies of p#elijah kamski#connor rk800#hank anderson#chloe dbh#geppetto#pinocchio#sorry english is not my first language
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“Were you looking for me?”
Some she/her reader/prefect x Jamil short fic...
The prefect and Grim had gone to accompany Deuce to the basketball court, in order to look for Ace. Deuce had finished with his club early, and was looking forward to getting some rest before dinner time. That's why he called his two friends, and also hoped to have Ace with them.
Upon arrival, Ace seemed to have finished showering and was totally ready to leave. When he saw them, the boy raised his hand, although what he said did not accompany the gesture.
"You wanted to see me in action, huh?" he said, smiling mischievously. "A shame, because I'm done for today."
"...The three of us should've left without him" Grim concluded in response, looking at the girl and Deuce, who nodded at the answer.
Ace frowned.
"Hey, don't ignore me!"
"AH! If it's Koebi-chan! ~"
A voice from further away interrupted Ace. It was Floyd, who was still half wet from the water from the shower, but luckily he was dressed. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Umihebi-kun, come, come!" he said, approaching them but looking back.
Everyone was a little confused by that call, but then they saw that Jamil was walking behind him, with wet hair, at a slow pace. The prefect looked out and could see how Jamil was putting up his hair with both hands while he held a scrunchie with his mouth. Once he tied his ponytail, he looked forward. She looked away, her heart trembling a little. Two seconds later, he also arrived where they were.
"Oh, hey. You're a little late to watch, training is already over" Jamil said to the group.
"We came to look for Ace" Deuce clarified. "Thanks for... putting up with him, at the club."
Deuce said that as he bowed, and his friends ended up doing the same. Ace was getting pissed again.
"Why does it seem like I'm your son?" he asked.
"Come on ~ Kani-chan is super fun. We had a great time with him, didn't we, Umihebi-kun?"
Floyd turned to Jamil, who ended up smiling a little, although not exactly sweetly.
"He's very easy to tease."
Everyone laughed except Ace, who ended up grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away alone. Deuce began to chase him along with Grim, and the prefect, before leaving, bowed again to the senpai.
"Er... good job. With the club, that is."
"Ah, Koebi-chan, you're so cute... it makes me want to hug you..." began to say Floyd, taking a step forward from her, ready to hug her. But then Jamil cut him off.
"Floyd" he said sharply. Then he looked from him to the girl, a smile in his face. "Thank you."
She looked into his eyes not knowing what to say. Jamil's gaze was deep and cold most of the time, but it didn't contain even a bit of malice. The girl then remembered Kalim. That boy was the complete opposite: his eyes denoted happiness at any moment. The only thing they both had in common was that with their gaze they were able to envelop you and not let go, like the sands of the desert.
After a few seconds, Floyd moved his hand in front of the girl's face.
"Is there anyone at home...?" he asked.
She composed herself immediately, and looked away from Jamil. She sure was red, so she turned around and started to leave.
"E-Eh... Well, see you."
"Come back soon, Koebi-chan! ~"
Floyd and Jamil stayed looking at her until she was quite far away from there, and Floyd then looked at Jamil out of the corner of his eye, with a little smile.
"Heh... Umihebi-kun, you sure are popular."
"Ha?"
"Have you used your power on her?" Floyd asked, curious. Even though the Unique Magic were a secret, due to everything that happened in Scarabia he already knew what it was about.
"What are you taking about? I haven't used it since... then" Jamil said.
"Eeeeh ~ I see... ~"
Floyd turned around and went to get his things. Jamil stayed, lost in his thoughts, watching the girl walk away from them.
The next day that club activities were scheduled, Deuce, the prefect and Grim went back to the basketball court to look for Ace. That day, however, they were caught in the middle of a training match. Ace tried to make his way, but Floyd, who was playing in the opposite team, blocked him whenever he had the opportunity. At one point he saw an opening and slid to the other side, but in the blink of an eye Jamil took the ball from him, ran to his basket and scored a point just before the whistle sounded announcing the end of the practice game. Ace gritted his teeth, though he and his teammates exchanged affectionate pats on the back and words of encouragement. Floyd gave Jamil a very simple high five. It was obvious that they were used to working as a team.
The prefect and Deuce applauded at the end of the match and that was when the three of them became aware of their presence. Floyd's eyes shone again.
"Koebi-chaaaan, you're back! ~" He ran up to her, but when he was going to give her a hug, he stopped himself. "Oops... sweat. I can't hug you"
The girl laughed a little and then she looked at Jamil, who was tying again his ponytail, since he had messed up his hair while playing. He immediately noticed her gaze, and she ended up quickly turning away from him.
Ace approached them, and began to speak very loudly.
"Aaaaah, we were so close to winning..." he said, pointing out how tired he was.
"I may be wrong, but it says on that scoreboard that you've been beaten, Ace," Grim pointed out.
Indeed, the score marked a difference of at least 20 points between one team and the other. Ace growled and when he reached Grim's side he kicked him.
"Stealing the ball from you was very easy. You have to improve your technique, Ace” Jamil said, who had arrived next to them.
"Yes, Jamil-senpai..."
"Well, to the shower! ~" Floyd looked excited and began to leave after waving goodbye to the others.
Ace shook his head and looked at his three friends.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"
"Don't be late" Deuce asked.
"Mimimi, I'll do what I can..."
After watching him leave, Deuce also stood up.
"I think I'm going to go get something to snack on while Ace arrives, because I think that shower's going to take a while... Do any of you want something?"
"Ah, some chips for me, please!" The girl asked, with a smile.
Grim stood up as well.
"I'm going with you Deuce. You wait for us here, huh?" He said, looking at the girl. She nodded. Ace was a mystery, sometimes he finished early and sometimes too late, but the best thing was for someone to stay waiting for him.
When the two boys left, she sighed, and looked at the empty basketball court. Although... Now that she thought about it, she had seen Ace and Floyd leave, but not Jamil. She had lost sight of him for a second and she no longer saw him. Would he have gone ahead to the showers...?
She craned her neck to look at the side of the gym, somewhat hidden, when...
"Are you looking for someone?"
A voice sounded too close to her, and the girl jumped up, so suddenly that she almost tripped. However, a strong arm grabbed her and pulled her towards her seat before any unfortunate fall occurred. The girl, who had closed her eyes in shock, opened them again, finding the boy with dark skin and dark eyes whom she had, in fact, been looking for.
"J-Jamil... Thank you very much..."
"No problem."
Jamil kept his gaze and jumped from the seat he was sitting in, over hers, to the one right next to her, without letting go her hand. She was tremendously embarrassed by the ridiculousness she had made. And in front of Jamil, no less.
"...If I let you go you won't try to jump, right?"
"Ah? N-No! L-Let go of me, no problem..."
Despite his joking tone, the boy seemed genuinely worried that he had scared her and almost caused an accident, but seeing her out of danger he finally decided to let go of her hand.
Although he didn't look away from her.
"... So? Were you looking for me?
The girl was speechless with that question. She couldn't even look at him at that moment... But Jamil was making it difficult for her. There was something about him that attracted her, very much. It was impossible to ignore him...
Her eyes rolled to his, slowly, and she saw how he watched her carefully, while she smiled sideways, mischievously, as if that situation amused him. She could swear her face was closer than before, and closer than he had ever been to her.
"...Yes, I was wondering where you were" she said, to the boy's surprise. But she no longer had any reason to hide it, if Jamil had said that it was because he had clearly caught her.
Jamil seemed to be amused by how she had confessed, and he raised an eyebrow as his smile deepened.
"... You are really interesting."
She held on for a few more seconds, but soon she suddenly stood up again, this time stiff as a rock.
"I-I forgot to tell Deuce something! I'm going to look for them."
Jamil leaned his back against the backrest while he watched the girl pick up her backpack, bow with her head —without looking at him— and run out of the place, following in the footsteps of her friends minutes before. He stared at her until she disappeared from his sight, and then he couldn't help but smile more than he should.
He got up, ready to go to the showers. Maybe he had to ask Ace a couple of things.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst jamil#jamil viper#jamil x reader#twst fanfic#twst writing#sorry english is not my first language#self indulgent#i could try to make more like this one again...#twst imagines
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NSFW¿ coldflash
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#arrowverse#the flash#barry allen#leonard snart#captain cold#coldflash#dc#they are in love#coldflash make me happy u know????#i’m fuckin love them#barry handcuffed len#yeas its meta¿ handcuffs#sorry english is not my first language#artists on tumblr
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Did Rikuson really want to propose Maomao?
Well, that's just my way of thinking, but I've come up with some proofs, heh.
When Rikuson asked Maomao to come to Lakan's house more often, well, I think he wanted to see her more frequently. I sense a genuine interest in his words here.
Maomao reacts like... Maomao! I feel sorry for him, sometimes she can hurt people's feelings without realizing it. But I can't judge her. After all, he asked her too much. At that time, she couldn't stand her Old Fart at all.
After Rikuson left the conversation, he went to connect some dots. It's not explicitly written, but you can assume that he's going to find out if she's already involved with someone, if he can continue flirting with her, and what type of woman she is and her occupation.
I'm pretty sure he's got everything because he pulled her to dance, grabbing her wrist, and he wants to provoke someone, like you know who. Well, it's worth it, when they're dancing, he sees that the rumors are all true.
He wanted to laugh so hard, Lakan's daughter is already impossible, and now Moon Prince's interest? It's really over.
Maomao doesn't like this situation at all. She knows what typically follows when a man touches her or is alone with her, especially if he has his hands on her waist.
He knows what he's doing here, he wants to dance with her almost facing him. (ngl I kinda love this)
He tries to rouse her, but she continues to play dumb in these romantic situations, insisting that she's only there for her intelligence...
well I do think that she really deserves that Jinshi way to act....
''Please remember that you aren't a disinterested third party"
I know that Rikuson trying to say is: '' He like u dummy common"
but I also feel ''he's not the only one interested on you" ( is my way of thinking if you disagree its ok)
THEY ARE SO CUTE sorry Jinshi
He propose after very kind words that Maomao used after he open his heath and say to her the way of his mother and sister died in front of him and he couldn't say a word, cry or move.
Maomao take the propose has a joke, but... it really is?
After that, he hasn't been with Maomao anymore. Both are avoiding each other… He looks kind of sad.
I thought that Rikuson could be a good rival for Jinshi, but I was no match. He doesn't stand a chance.
#jinshi#jinshi x maomao#mao mao#lakan#kusuriya no hitorigoto#the apothecary diary#kusuriya no hitorigoto light novel#NOVEL 10#NOVEL 11#rikuson#Rikuson x Maomao#sorry english is not my first language#I also new writing thins here
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Who is Häärijä?
I know what his character represents.
After seeing the fitness/workout videos I’m a bit more confused/curious about the man than I was before. Is he one of Jere’s friend who agreed to do the gigs? Or is he a paid actor? An actor who was Jere’s friend before Häärijä was created? An actor who become Jere’s friend? Or just some random guy? What’s the lore behind him? What’s his real name? Who was he before he became Häärijä?
#käärijä#häärijä#i’m confused#sorry english is not my first language#he was always a mystery to me#someone please explain#i’m just curious#jere pöyhönen#honest question#love häärijä with all my heart
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when a ff writer hits you with the
“sorry english isn’t my first language”
you already now that shit is going to be most top tier, having you slamming your phone down, screaming into your pillow, needing to take a break and do a lap kind of writing you will ever read in your ENTIRE LIFETIME!!
TELL ME IM WRONG!!
#fanfic#star wars#lukeskywalker#markhamill#a new hope#foryou#mark hamill#return of the jedi#the empire strikes back#fanfiction#fanfic writing#sorry english is not my first language#hayden christensen#ewan mcgregor#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi
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me, fanfiction reader whose first language isnt english, reading a fanfiction in english written by an author whose first language isnt english
#communication as its finest#i wonder if our first languages are the same#sometimes im the writer too#sorry english is not my first language#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#ao3 reader#fanfic#fanfiction
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I forgot that moons eyes are black. My dumb ass forgets everything.
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I wanted to say something out loud (not doing it, as I'm obviously writing)
I absolutely disagree with the people's interpretation of Aziraphale's character as a naive one (he sure is in his own way), especially during the scene where he responds to Crowley's crushing "you can't leave this bookshop" by his own terrible "nothing lasts forever"
I do think Aziraphale clearly understood the "You can't leave this bookshop" as "You can't leave me" (This guy has been reading all Jane Austen's books, please) and I absolutely think his response was exactly how he wanted to respond to that. He can leave him, and he will a moment later actually.
He says it because nothing does last forever, as he spectated this particular humanity truth for 6000 years. And I think at this one moment, he thinks he might be one of the people who can actually make it last a little bit longer. (Which is an absurd idea of course)
I really like to think about this line as an imagery of one of Aziraphale's huge ego-trip. He, with arrogance blended in love and tenderness and sadness, also 'forgives' Crowley as he can't love him before making a difference upstairs. And Crowley, in Aziraphale's mind, surely doesn't understand all of this better than himself, or else he would have accepted Metatron's proposition.
And he makes the assumption that 'making a difference' might be more important than everything, as he naively (as I said, he is naive in his own way) truly thinks he could make a difference in Heaven, Metatron did choose him after all ? (I'm also quite sure he does fully realize how ironic that might be in context of season 1)
That of course doesn't change the fact he loves Crowley deeply, more than everything even if he doesn't realize it at the moment. Or maybe he does, because he asked again and again that Crowley joins him in heaven, almost crying that he needs him despite knowing that of course Crowley can't, won't, never will join him upstairs.
My point being : I truly think Aziraphale knew exactly what every word meant as he let them all out of his mouth carefully or not. Maybe he regretted them, maybe not. I also think he refused to kiss Crowley back (he kinda did kiss him back tho, in his own way, as everything he does) for a million reasons and none of them were particularly naive, or even pure or whatever.
In conclusion, in my own interpretation of season 2, it's all about Aziraphale not being naive, being in control, making choices, lying. We're past the cute angel can't-take-his-own-decisons phase. Doesn't mean he's mean or cruel.
Means he never made such a human decision in 6000 years before the day he chose to do something else than truly love something, someone. Even if he thinks he had made the decision to do so.
quick edit : I wanted to add something : I'm absolutely in love with Aziraphale's character in S2, the joyful cute angel he remains the whole 6 episodes, and my point (Aziraphale being in control of his complicated negative responses to Crowley) is extremely specific to the lines I talked about in the post, extremely specific to those scenes in particular and absolutely isn't about the whole season (except the part I'm talking about S2 Azirpahale's character evolution about lying, having his own opinions etc) and all of it that I said is my own point of view, my personal opinion and could be very wrong of course <3 and ofc I think Metatron is the bad guy and probably threatened Azirpahale on way or another. My point remains valid imo
#good omens#good omens season 2#aziraphale#aziracrow#neil gaiman#crowley#my interpretation#i talk too much#sorry english is not my first language#as you can see i think a lot#that one was a joke#Aziraphale is an adult after all#or is he#i might be overthinking it too much#does everything i said makes sens ????#azirowley#go2#go2 spoilers#go2 speculation
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What if Cannibalism Arc but with SKK
Recently I watched again the third season from the anime and I couldn't stop thinking about it. We already had it with SSKK, as well with Mori and Fukuzawa (the main point, after all).
But what would happen if Chuuya and Dazai were the ones with the virus? Chuuya would be able to kill the person he hates? Would Dazai be able to endure all the suffering he detest? Akutagawa would help Dazai, his mentor or Chuuya, his actual comrade? Would the ADA work with PM from the start?
Mori needs Dazai alive and Chuuya is fundamental in the Port Mafia. Not only that, outside the war and the battles, the ADA and PM really works well together. Maybe they aren't best friends but they do take care of each other. Akutagawa still respects Dazai and he cares a lot about Atsushi. Kouyou is still caring about Kyouka. Geez, Chuuya and Dazai care about each other. In their own language, yeah, but they care.
I don't see Dazai killing Chuuya for his own life and I don't think Chuuya would be happy about killing his partner in crime, his another part (Asagiri words), and again, much less for his life. Maybe even Dazai would kill himself or it would end as a double suicide.
Or at least, they thought it could be a good idea. An idea, at least. But their friends don't. Not even Natsume would allow it, as he is always protecting the balance. Yosano would arrive and use her ability to take care of them and probably Kunikida would yell at them at the same time Hirotsu sighed.
Natsume always followed Dazai. He was there when he changed his job. He was there at the ADA. Dazai was the one on receiving the plan directly from Natsume as a cat. "A diamond polish another diamond" and that's why they should keep fighting: for their lives. For the each other life.
#text post#skk#bungou stray dogs#bsd#soukoku#what if#my post#i did my best#sorry english is not my first language
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Guys listen. Just imagine that, marauders all together and they're watching Descendants.
And then, the Ben's song part just coming and James suddenly stands up, starts singing along.
Looking at Regulus' face.
Sirius covered his face with his hands, Remus smirking at how could Sirius and James be so stupid, Peter, Evan and Barty are cheerlade them.
That. That's it.
#sorry english is not my first language#james potter#james x regulus#jegulus#jegulus headcanon#regulus black#regulus x james#james and regulus#harry potter marauders#marauders#starchaser
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Sweet Salvation
Summary: She allowed herself to be selfish (RoguexGambit). Another ep.5 AU/fix-fic
AN: Unbeta'd and written quickly by a non-english speaker: yolo, we die like Gambit
Gambit walked away from the ballroom, he saw enough. He was not in the mood for festivities. All he wanted to do was go back to his room and drink a glass of bourbon. He was even tempted for a cigarette, for the first time in years. He stopped smoking because the smell would give her headaches... It didn’t matter anymore. He would take the Blackbird tomorrow, at dawn and go back to the mansion by himself.
As he left the building, an odd sight was standing in front of him. Rogue was dressed in her X-Men uniform. She looked different, exhausted. A contrast to how she looked just moments earlier. How did she changed so fast, when she was just dancing with… He shook his head while closing his eyes, he didn’t want to think about it.
Gambit did not expected Rogue to run towards him, her eyes wide open “Gambit! Genosha is under attack!” As she said those words, a loud noise came from the ballroom. His heart could have jumped outside his chest if it could. He looked back and saw the building he just came out, in fire. There were hundreds of civilians inside, his friends, Kurt, Madelyne...
Gambit was about to run into the chaos, when he felt a strong grip on his arm. He looked back at Rogue, confused. “You have to leave”, she asked, no ordered him. Her voice was strong, but at the same time, he could feel her hand clutching him, as a lifeline
“We have to help them, that’s what we do” Gambit frowned and took a step closer. It’s at that moment that he noticed the oddities piling up. Rogue had new scars, dark circles were under her eyes. She was holding a strange weapon, but most importantly, on her wrist, she had Bishop’s time travel device. His eyes widened. “Tell me everything you know”
Rogue sighed impatiently; he could sense her frustration increasing by the second. He also sensed something else he couldn’t quite put words into, something that he has never seen in her before. “Just do as I say, I will handle the rest”.
Rogue was not the only one who grew impatient. Gambit needed some answers and she was not providing. “Do you honestly think that I am going to run away, when you and Magneto are risking your life, defending our friends, our people? Gambit will do whatever it takes to protect them, I thought you knew me better than this”
Rogue froze at those words. Her lips were trembling, but she refused to let his arm go. Her grip was stronger than ever, it would leave bruises. He looked straight into her eyes and Gambit finally recognized what she was trying to hide from him. She was terrified. For him. Gambit’s stomach turned; he could feel the color draining from his face. There could be only one explanation for her to be that terrified. He tried to maintain his balance by leaning against the wall next to him.
Gambit swallowed. They shouldn’t waste time chatting while chaos surrounded them, but he needed to know. “Chère… How did I died?” Or How will I die, he should have asked.
Rogue avoided looking at him. Sensing that time was running out, she answered “You destroyed that thing, saving thousands. But it took your life.” While speaking those words, she caressed his cheek. He leaned into her touch. “So please, leave and let me take care of this”.
Gambit didn’t want to die, but if he could save innocent lives in return, so be it. He tried to quickly move away from her, but Rogue blocked his path. As if she could read his mind, she grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him closer. “Remy, you are a hero. I love you. Remember it, always.”
Before he could process what happened, he felt her lips on his. His his consciousness quickly left his body.
* * *
Rogue held Gambit’s body in her arms and brought it as close to her as physically possible. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. Her black and red eyes finally released the tears that she held back. “I can feel you” she cried in relief.
For a few seconds, she allowed herself to be selfish. She gently rocked his body with her, whispering french love words in his ear, kissing his hair.
Rogue eventually flew away with Gambit’s unconscious body in her arms. Once she knew they were in a safe location, she laid him on the ground and caressed his cheek.
Her actions might have caused more deaths. Remy might never forgive her. But as long as he came out alive of this mess, she didn't care. She took one last look at the man she loves, unsure if she would ever see him again. She then took off towards the tri-sentinel, Gambit’s power at her fingertip.
The end
Note: Did she survive or did she die? You choose (I don't know!) There are probably a ton of time-travel paradox here and millions of reasons why it wouldn't work, but who cares ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#first time writing a fanfic in years#x men 97#xmen 97#gambit#rogue#romy#remy lebeau#anna marie lebeau#sorry english is not my first language#and its unbeta'd so it's probably horrible writing
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