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desultory-novice · 8 months

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So, I recently played Kirby's Star Stacker on NSO, and...

Well, I now understand why this version never released in North America (I want to send the screenshot soooooooo badly!) 😂

Ah, yes! Sorry about having media asks turned off! After some of the horror stories I've heard, I just didn't consider it worth the risk.

But yes!

I love this image so much! Actually, I love so much about the adorable little cutscenes in Star Stacker! Meta Knight without his mask (...and gloves! You can see his little orb hands!) doing his darndest to still look like a cool tough warrior as he stands on the tallest possible hill (not that tall) and says "We shall meet again!!"

...Meta Knight... Oh Meta Knight... /positive

Now, then I assume there were probably many factors involved in Star Stacker not coming over to the west. It was released quite late into the SNES's lifespan for one, a year before the console was discontinued in NA. And it was a "remake" of a game that may not even have sold all that well the first time...

I hate to say it (especially as someone who values story and characters in video games) but an added "story mode" was almost certainly not considered a "selling point" to make it worth anyone's investment. Unfortunately, video games were still sold on their edginess to the teenage boy market in those days and a pastel-themed block matching game isn't getting any backing...

Grr...

Sorry. Just remembering how many good games my generation missed out on for stupid reasons. Games that I consider the best the system had to offer: Live a Live... Secret Treasure of the Rudras... Trials of Mana... Tales of Phantasia...

Ahem...

BUT the fact that Kirby and friends canonically go drinking at a bar if you lose probably didn't win it any points on its localizability and would have almost certainly caught the eyes of the VERY fierce, VERY determined censors of those days!

Of course, the funny thing about this is the bottle Kine is drinking from actually reads "Ocean Water" and is NOT alcohol! NoA wouldn't even have had to censor it, just translate it and you're clear!

...Although I'm sure if they had, rumors would have persisted for years that in "the original" Kine was actually drinking booze!

Maybe it wouldn't have mattered though, because Coo certainly looks ready to hit the hard liquor lined up on that shelf. ^_-

Actually, looking closely at the image, all the triangle motifs, I wonder if this is some kind of Dedede-themed Bar & Karaoke establishment? Seems they didn't bother rebuilding it after Kirby's infamously destructive singing voice wrecked the place!

...Man, there is something so utterly charming about the SNES era of Kirby! Star Stacker plays right into DL3's watercolor pencil artstyle and I love it and miss it, on occasion.

Unpopular opinion, perhaps, but I hope that our next Kirby game is not a big expansive mainline title but another "full-bodied" spinoff. Not a contentless fluff spinoff, like Dream Buffet or the 15 minute mini-games of the 3DS entries but something a little more comfy and fun, like Epic Yarn or Rainbow Curse! Something where you can have a bunch of characters reunite to do something silly and ridiculous like play competitive puzzle-matching or bubble-wrap popping (...or Air-Riding...) and pretend like it is serious business(tm)!

#Kirby #Kirby Star Stacker #Dess Quick Asks #Dess Ramblings #animal friends kirby #Rick Kirby #Kine Kirby #Coo Kirby

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wireman-au · 9 months

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SWAP COMPLETE.

Your name is Bdubs. You are currently sitting on a bench on the street in your coworker's neighborhood. About a block down the road, there's a bar you've personally decided must at least be a little evil. On either side of you, your coworkers are mother henning you. It's unnecessary. They both know you've done this song and dance before.

They both hate you've done this song and dance before.

Whatever. Two more years and you're done with your contractual obligations, and you'll have enough hazard pay that you and Etho and Cleo can all go retire to like, you don't know, a town outside a ski resort in Colorado or something. Live where all them rich, fancy celebrities live. Or, well, maybe not that, but retire to the country and you can finally actually use that architecture degree you sold your soul for. Maybe.

Anyway, none of that matters that much, given that, at the moment, you're still reeling from both having briefly been someone else (what?) and also no longer having a migraine (this should be fine but it's weirder than you thought it would be).

"I'm going to do it. I'm going to kill a general of the United States Army," mutters Cleo. "I'm actually going to do it."

"Chill out!" you shout, irritated.

"You chill out! I just watched you nearly collapse for no reason but the thing they put in your neck!"

"Yeah, well, it's supposed to help me be better, isn't it? Wouldn't'a done it if there weren't upsides."

"Oh, I can name a few reasons they would--"

"Wouldn't'a sent me out on a mission if there weren't upsides, or at least, few enough downsides to make it worth it," you clarify. Cleo shuts her mouth and looks away. Yeah. Okay. Okay.

You take stock of everything that's happened since you left base two days ago:

You've been dizzy.

You've been nauseous.

You've been having trouble sleeping--weird, because you could fall asleep on a bed of nails directly in front of stadium lights, but there you are.

You've been getting migraines.

You've been--weird. You don't know how to put it. You've been weird. Cleo knows it. You know it. You're pretty sure in the like, three hours worth of talking you've done to Etho today, he knows it.

There's been something scratching at the back of your head, like it's trying to get in.

It's stopped. You don’t think that’s because it’s gone. You suspect it’s because it won.

You have to admit Cleo has a point. You aren't going to say anything, though. She's already mad enough she might commit a federal crime and get you both disappeared for, you aren't sure, threatening the integrity of classified military experiments? Like, you're not sure you own the thing they implanted in you, which is--

Which is--

Focus. It doesn't matter for today. For right now. As long as you stop Cleo from committing a murder, you're probably all good.

"Uhh, guys, you two... okay?" Etho asks.

"Peachy," you say. "Don't even have a headache anymore."

"I hate that they do this to you," Cleo says.

"Yeah, uh, count me in. Towards. The hating things," Etho says awkwardly. God, you love that man. No one else could declare his loyalty so badly. "So I guess you're allergic to alcohol now or something?"

"What? No, that can't be it," you say. "I refuse. If I don't get a beer after this I'm suing."

Cleo huffs. "Well, if I have to perform CPR because you try to drink a beer, that's not my fault."

"Oh, screw you."

A shudder runs through your skull. It rings like a bell. You stick out your tongue and don't say anything yet; you'll put it down in the stupid diary later.

[CONNECTION GRANTED.]

Besides, the sooner you get your current job done, the sooner you can go home and ignore all of this.

#FILE #SUBJECT: bdubs #unreality

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banefultyrant · 4 months

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I was going to wait on this and another post until I had his carrd completely finished, but here we go.

Enver Gortash & Morality // @banefultyrant

So this has been prematurely kicked off by this post stating, "Tragic backstory explains behavior but does not excuse it."

This is so true, and especially in regards to this disaster dumpster fire of a human being. Because he isn't just a dumpster fire. He's this level of dumpster fire:

Now, to my point.

Enver Gortash—as he will absolutely refuse to acknowledge his original name because of everything tied up in it—has been through a lot. Though I can't remember if it was ever openly stated, I would absolutely agree with general fandom consensus that his mother abused him. I saw a post floating around the other day about the difference between how his parents are treated in game, and I couldn't agree more. [ If I can track the post down again, I'll link it here as well. ]

He was, seemingly at a young age, then sold to a warlock because his parents couldn't settle their debts the right way. Whether his mother is telling the truth or not, she claims she either sold him or they forfeit all of their lives over the shop debt. [ Also, who in the hell were they in debt to that their lives were at risk because of their debt??? Was it actually debt from the shop, or from drinking or gambling? Or did they take a loan from Dangerous People to keep their shop running??? ]

From there, he then ended up at the House of Hope, where he was canonically tormented and tortured by Nubaldin simply because he was 'mischievous' and because Nubaldin found it entertaining.

"I used to work in the prison, ensuring no desirable people left the House of Hope. Now, I guard the portals to ensure that no undesirable people enter." [ Why don't you work at the prison anymore? ] "I made a mistake. Raphael doesn't tolerate mistakes. We had one houseguest by the name of Gortash, a mischievous little blot of a boy, and he slipped through my fingers." [ Gortash was here? Lord Enver Gortash? ] "Lord? Is that what he calls himself these days? The sniveling little shit. He was the son of a cobbler or somesuch meagre tradesman, sold to Raphael by his loving parents to pay off their petty debt. Lord indeed. I used to bruise my knuckles on his whimpering little face. I'd like to have snapped his neck."

So he escapes that literal hell because he just can't take it anymore. He winds up on his own, with nothing but his cleverness and his drive to never be at anyone's mercy ever again.

[ A lot more below the cut. ]

Now, his mother claims he was evil from the start, but I've not once seen any dialogue options that support that. She says he was always making a racket. She says he was too clever. But she never offers anything even remotely adjacent to explain her claim that he was evil out the gate.

[ Perhaps because she was and she simply didn't care for a clever little boy asking questions, pointing out when she was being unreasonable, or saying that he didn't understand why he was being punished when he did something that he's done a thousand times before and she never said anything then, et cetera. Abusers can never have the problem. The other person has to be the problem. The villain. The complication. The scapegoat. There's something wrong with the other person and that's why they are perfectly justified in doing what they do. ]

Regardless, you have a young boy sold to a warlock and placed in the House of Hope, and was apparently a 'desirable person' based on the fact that Nubaldin was in charge of making sure none of those left and when Gortash escaped, Raphael considered it a failure.

[ Considering how foresighted Raphael is in terms of potential, it makes perfect sense to me that he might even have witnessed how clever the boy was once, perhaps he had even stopped by to make clear to his parents that their debt was owed and he would see it paid, one way or the other. Perhaps he saw how Enver was treated and found it contemptuous that such people should be able to waste so clever a mind. Or, perhaps the warlock had done so on his behalf and relayed such information to Raphael who then had them to pass along that he would accept the boy as payment.

Now, though I won't project my thoughts onto anyone else's Raphael, as for my own over at @thishouseofhope , while people claim that 'Raphael loves only himself' coughcoughHaarlepcoughcough, that isn't true. Or, at least, not entirely.

I think Raphael has a hard time connecting with others enough to care anything about them in actuality, yes. But I think where that starts to falter is in cases where he sees a bit of himself or his own situation reflected back at him. Would he admit that? No. But he sees it all the same, recognizes the similarities even if only subconsciously. And though I haven't gone into much detail with Raphael's early years over there yet, suffice it to say a brilliant, clever mind stifled by and suffering under the shortsightedness, derision, and abuse of a parental figure? It would definitely strike a nerve, whether he intended or not, whether he acknowledged it or not. HINT: He most certainly would not. ]

Within my own canon, this meant Raphael saw Enver and saw something of himself reflected in the boy and his situation, and, as such, there was a certain amount of fondness for him, particularly with the potential he could see for the boy's future with so sharp a mind. In a verse with my friend on discord who writes Enver, that included Raphael taking him on as a protege. Had it not been for Nubaldin's pointless cruelty, I have little doubt that Enver might have come to enjoy his time at the House of Hope, as Raphael would always provided new things for him to learn both of practical and educational import, and Enver, who was clever to start, would have jumped at the chance to learn anything and everything he could, particularly if Raphael caught onto his interest in mechanics. No doubt Nubaldin said that the boy simply escaped, otherwise, had Raphael realized the cause, I don't know that Nubaldin would have survived to tell the tale. ]

But, as always, because I can't help myself, I digress.

We have a young boy with promise and potential who ran because he was being abused again and was terrified of remaining where he was, who refused to be at the mercy of anyone else ever again and set his mind on making certain that it never would happen again.

At some point, he throws in his lot with Bane. He starts to accumulate wealth and power and influence through whatever means. His mind, his body, his blood and sweat [ but never tears, because he won't cry anymore, won't show that weakness ]. He will do whatever it takes to ensure that no one can ever harm him again, that no one has the power to do so. And how does one do that?

You make certain that you are the most powerful. Powerful enough that no one can touch you.

Free will, is the problem. That becomes evident to him shortly into his worship of Bane. No matter how many laws and rules and punishments exist, there will always be people who still choose to suffer them—because they could, because it was worth it, because they didn't care, because they didn't think they would be caught, et cetera. So long as free will might exist, then you would continue to have thieves and drunks and debtors and murderers and abusers.

So eventually, this plot of the Absolute is developed and! my! doesn't it solve it all! Not only does it set him in a place of power where nobody could touch him, it also solves all of those other pesky problems because there will be no more free will, only the will of the Absolute relayed to all of its subservients.

"A new age is upon us. Gods have mercy upon those who would stand in our way… I want to lead this city to glory — not scorch its earth."

When the player character approaches, Tav or Dark Urge, he talks about wanting to lead the city into an age of prosperity and safety, etc. And he isn't lying. He means every word.

Because, in his mind, this is the only way to reach that outcome. Does he want power? Yes, because, much as you hear the themes with Astarion's companion quest line: Power means safety. Power means no one can hurt you. Power means that you dictate the lives of others, rather than having your life dictated to you. To paraphrase, when the player character tells Astarion that those with power have a duty to protect those without, Astarion roughly responds, "People with power had 200 years to save me from Cazador, and no one ever did. No, it was the Mindflayers who freed me."

In all honesty, it's much the same for Gortash, except he was at an even greater disadvantage than Astarion in one respect—unless more information comes out about Astarion's past later—and that is this:

Enver Gortash has never known anything else. There is nothing before his abuse, before his servitude and continued abuse, before he set out into the world at a young age and suffered its cruelty on his own.

It is all that he has ever known.

But!

He sells Karlach to Zariel! Yes, just as he was sold, and yet, even still, this is done not out of malice or cruelty, but with the belief that he thought he was doing what was best for her. If she remained on the streets, she would either be jailed or dead in a few years, and she deserved better than that. Being sold to a devil was what set him on his 'right' path, made him who he is, so maybe that's what Karlach needed also? And, knowing her as he did, he truly had no doubt that she could be running the place in no time. She would have power enough to protect herself, just as he intended to claim for himself at the Gate, and it would mean they could be allies. He set a piece in the right place and if she would just do as she ought to have done, she could be doing so much better for herself — just as he has.

He was going to kill the refugee children! In his mind, most of them miserable little orphans with no prospects beyond pain and suffering. It would be a mercy to them, truly, and—as my friend, Shadow, mentioned in one of our discussions about Gortash's thoughts on this—their deaths would at least mean something in the grand scheme, rather than their bodies simply being stepped over and promptly forgotten. Their deaths would sow discord between the refugees and the citizens of the Gate, further unite those within against those without and solidify his position as a protector. With any luck, the refugees would attack in retaliation and affirm the citizens fears that they were followers of the Absolute threat after all. And regardless of how it went, it would create further chaos that he would be able to bring to Order.

This is NOT to say that his behavior should be excused.

However, much in the same way and for the same reason that I would defend Minthara and Nere both, I can fully understand his thought process, why he does what he does, though I certainly don't agree with it. Just as with them, I would question the level of accountability one can be held to when one knows no different. I would very much, in some ways, say that Gortash is nearer to having had a Lolth-sworn drow upbringing than a typical human one. His entire understanding of the world is through abuse, violence, betrayal, and transactional interactions. His solution—the Absolute religious hoax—is one that makes perfect sense within those bounds. It's logical, nice and neat. A brilliant plan, cutting the problems that plague the city—and, indeed, the world—off right at the source.

There won't be anymore murders in the streets. There won't be anymore pickpockets or petty crime. There won't be anymore gambling dens. There won't be anymore children abused or sold to settle debts. There won't be anymore crime, period.

The populace can put all of its effort and energy into making the city more unified and prosperous than it ever has been —

Because that is the only choice they have left to them.

[ Doesn't that sound familiar? "She is, of course, free to choose the only option she has left." ]

In his mind, how brilliant and elegant an answer to those pesky problems that no amount of laws or punishments have ever stopped! A villain? No! He's the savior who will deliver this city to a new age! A great age!

[ And doesn't that sound familiar, too? ]

In the words of Jason Isaacs himself, "It was a thrill to join the Baldur's Gate universe, but I fear that the magnificent Lord Enver Gortash is being mischaracterized as a villain. In a brutal world of betrayals and butchery, he's learned to lie better and backstab first. The joy in voicing him — apart from the obvious pleasure in getting to look so glorious — was that the creative team and I got to play loose enough to find ways that he could enjoy the ride and make the players hate him more!"

Enver Gortash has done terrible and unforgivable things, much as with most of the cast in the game, companions or otherwise…. but the whys. The whys are important, and the whys are what not only further show the depth of the character… but also provide interesting possibilities for futures wherein he escapes his fate in the game.

#|| if it feels good — tastes good — it must be mine || { about // enver gortash }#|| out of control || { ooc }#// I don't know that all of this makes sense or if I'm rambling but there's a broad overview #// May hone it a bit after dinner.#// We shall see.#long post

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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my little girl (j.h.)

a/n: this is really short, i am so sorry. hopefully it's good, i was desensitizing myself to the song again (a yearly occurrence bc i bawl like a baby when i hear it). also, i aged the reader up to be an older teen starting university. i felt like it would make a better plotline, but the reader has a canonically late-year birthday (december) so she is seventeen. hope you don't mind lovely!

ps, i am trying a new format. we'll see if i like it...

fandom: stranger things | pairing: jim hopper x fem!teen!daughter!reader (father/daughter)

requested by the lovely @sunnysidesadie (hope you enjoy it💛!)

synopsis: visiting her old cabin when she misses her dad is normal for y/n. what isn't is her supposedly dead dad suddenly showing up. | based on this song by tim mcgraw (i grew up on country music, don't judge me) that always makes me cry so... | au where vecna stuff happens at another time

warnings: grief mentioned | (believed to be) dead father | emotional? | not being able to trust things

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Standing in the ruins of her father’s cabin, Y/N’s chest ached. She often came here, ever since that day last summer. It looked the exact same as it did that night - a shell of a once lively house. Even if this wasn’t the home he raised her in, it was the cabin they made a home in such a short period of time. The Mind Flayer had ruined it, only the walls left standing. Everything else smashed and broken, even possession.

The sting of tears made Y/N’s eyes feel like they were burning out of her head. The Mind Flayer took her home, but the Russians took her father. In their greed to become the most feared country, they ripped the one thing Y/N loved the most from her. The one thing that she had in her life that was constant was gone. Sure, Jim Hopper was battling his demons, drinking, a bit aggressive in his parenting tactics, and a horrible communicator, but he was her father. He loved her with every fibre of his being.

Swallowing thickly, she spied a broken picture frame sticking out of the ruins, most likely from the wind pushing it around overtime. Slowly walking towards it, Y/N felt the old floor shifting under her. Soon, it wasn’t going to be safe to stand here. She feared that day. The bit of cabin was the only thing she had left of her father. He had sold their home when they had to protect El. Their prized possessions and keepsakes were either damaged or pillaged by teens who stumbled upon the empty cabin before they could finish off the Mind Flayer.

Bending down, she grabbed the picture, wiping off the dirt. It was her father and her. She was six, in a horribly itchy red and green dress. It was her elementary school Christmas Recital. She had on bright tights and a pair of shiny black shoes. Her grandmother had helped him dress her that time. Usually, for this recital, he would have put her in a green dress with her pink ballet tights. After that year, he had stuck to the same colour palette. Smiling down fondly at the picture, she couldn’t help but let a tear slip. “I miss you. So much,” She whispered, eyes squeezed closed. “I think you’d be proud of me, Dad,” She swallowed the hard ball that was forming in her throat, trying to ignore how her heart felt like it was being ripped in half. “I’m taking on this whole world. Just like you always told me to.”

Y/N stood there, looking in her full length mirror. It was her first day of senior year, it had to be perfect. Her shaking hands brushed over her outfit for the sixth time in that minute. Humming, she shuffled to the side, inspecting the outfit she had picked out last night for any flaw, turning up with nothing. However, she couldn’t find anything great about the outfit either. Light blue coloured mom jeans (brand new so fitting perfectly), converse, and a dark green mock neck sweater. There was nothing bad but nothing particularly amazing about the outfit. “Y/N, hurry up and eat your breakfast before you run out the door saying you’re too busy to eat.” Her dad told her, his voice nearing her partially open door.

“Coming.” She told him, but she didn’t move from her spot in front of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw her door being pushed open and her father appeared, clad in his brown uniform, his had noticeably missing.

“Y/N, I told you already, your outfit looks fine. I want you to eat before you leave,” He reminded her. Despite his gruff and aggressive appearance, her father’s words were spoken with a sense of softness. She sighed, slumping her shoulders as she turned away from the mirror. His brown eyes watched her. He was dense with the whole girl dad thing. It wasn’t easy trying to understand them, but he tried. Which is why he stepped into the room further, pushing the door closed behind him. “What’s going on? It’s gotta be more than worrying about your outfit.”

He sat on her bed seconds before she joined him. “I don’t know. My life is changing, should I really be wearing the same clothes I wear every first day?”

“What are you talking about,” He questioned, brows furrowed as he looked at her outfit. “Those pants and the shirt are all new. You’ve never worn them before.” She laughed at this, which wasn’t his intention, but he couldn’t help but smile and feel his heart melting.

“Not the clothes, but the style. I’m graduating, my life is completely flipped upside down after this year, but here I am dressing the exact same way and doing my hair the exact same way, going to the exact same school to hang out with the exact same people,” She muttered, feeling stupid about her worries. “I don’t know,” She shrugged. “It’s scary and I don’t think I am ready for it.” She confessed, her eyes finally looking up at her. The same exact eyes looked back at her. Everybody said that she had her father’s eyes.

Her father sighed in understanding, smiling sadly down at her. “If anyone isn’t ready for you to graduate, it’s me. I mean, one second I am dropping you off at kindergarten then all of a sudden, you’re sixteen getting ready for your senior year,” He informed her, nudging her shoulder with his arm, making her laugh. She hated being so much younger than her classmates, but she was starting senior year as a sixteen year old, turning seventeen in December. He had to fight the sadness filling him, knowing his daughter is growing up, because she needed him to be her rock. She needed him to be her cheerleader. “Never in my mind did I ever think you weren’t ready. You are going to take on this whole wide world, chasing your dreams,” He suddenly turned serious. “And I will be here, cheering you on because you’re always going to be my little girl. And just know, as long as you know the road that takes you home again, I will be here for you.”

“Just the road? That’s the only way you’ll be there for me?” She asked. Hopper looked at her, ready to get mad that she took it like he wasn’t going to be there for her, but that crooked little smile played on her lips - the same crooked little smile she wore when she was a kid whenever she did anything she wasn’t supposed to. Instantly, his anger and his naturally icy heart was melting, just like it always did and just like it always will.

“Real smart, you little ass,” He laughed, making her join in on the laughter. “Now, I still want you to eat, but I would rather you not drive like a maniac trying to get to school in time so I will put a few more snacks on the counter for you to stuff in your bag on your way out. I’ll add some change to it so you can get a drink at lunch,” He informed her as he stood up, walking out the door. “Have a great day, Pumpkin. I love you. So much.” He told her, he couldn’t put how much he loved her into words - he wasn’t good at emotions and sappy stuff, but he was confident she was sure how much he loved her, even if she didn’t realise he loved her more than anything.

“I love you more.” She said back and he was instantly reminded of everytime she said that exact thing to him in the past. From the time she could speak to that moment. For a second, he wanted her to be that toothless seven year old cuddling her teddy bear as he tucked her in again.

“I hope you would be proud of me,” She added in as her eyes slowly blinked open. “I am kinda taking on the world by myself at the moment-”

“And I’m sure you’re taking the world by storm despite that.” A voice scared her, making her whirl around, the picture frame clutched to her chest as her heart tried to run out of her chest. There he stood. Shaved head, bruises, and a crooked smile - the same one she wore when she got in trouble.

“Dad?” She breathed out, eyes wide. Was it a ghost? Was it her mind playing horrible tricks? What a cruel joke the universe was playing on her if the man standing before her in clothes that were obviously not his was all her imagination. Tentatively, she stepped towards him as he stood on the ground, through the damaged front door that was nearly off its hinges completely.

The man (or product of her grief) nodded. “It’s me, Pumpkin. For real.” He reassured her. He knew she was reluctant, not wanting to get her hopes up. The reality of the Upside Down has put them through hell and back. It was hard to trust anything the universe gave them. Win the lottery? Are they sure it wasn’t just a cruel trick the Upside Down conceived to put them through more hell? Supposedly dead father standing before you? Was Y/N sure it wasn’t secretly some sort of shape shifting creature set to destroy El?

She walked a few more steps, finally reaching the door frame. Hopper stayed in one spot, but now Y/N could see the people gathered off to the side, giving the father and daughter space. Joyce and Murray stood in the treeline, giving Y/N nods of reassurance. “Dad!” She broke into a smile, her heart delighted. She was too overcome with happiness to even think about questioning how he was standing there if he was dead.

The photo slipped from her grasp as she ran from the doorway, all the way down the rickety old steps. Arms out, she nearly tackled her father, hot tears streaming down her face as she actually felt the warmth of his embrace wrapping around her. He was real. He was here. His heart was beating. She could feel it hitting his chest. She could hear it as she pressed her ear against his chest, nearly squeezing the life out of him, “So you know the road that leads you home after all, even without me here, huh?” Hopper asked, the tearful chuckle rolling through his large form.

Pulling her head from his chest, her arms still attached to him like a little girl who is scared. She kind of was a little girl scared that her father would disappear if she let him go. “Huh?”

“You’re here. You came here all the way from West Lafayette. You knew the way home when you needed me. You did exactly what I told you that morning,” He took in her confused expression. “Joyce told me you chose Purdue. Smart girl, they did offer you a full-ride. Wish I could have been there to see your first day.”

“I wish you could have been there too, Dad.” She admitted, squeezing him in a hug again.

“Part of me doesn’t want to let you go back. Sometimes I wish I could just have a pause button so you would stop growing up. I would have paused it until I escaped the Russian base.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as tears started to fall from his eyes. Y/N was too overwhelmed to actually process that little bit of information, hoping to remember to ask him about it later. Joyce and Murray shared a look. This was a side of Hopper nobody saw. He was vulnerable. He was speaking in ways they didn’t think possible.

“No matter what happens, Dad,” Y/N pulled away from the hug slightly. “I’m always going to be your little girl. Me believing you were dead while you were really just a prisoner in a forgein country for so many months isn’t going to change that.” She joked, laughing through the tears rolling down her cheeks, the bright smile Hopper loved so much on her face.

“You’ll always be my little girl,” He repeated, pressing his lips together. “Pigtails and all in my mind.” He smiled as she rolled her eyes playfully at this, pushing his shoulder before embracing him yet again, still scared that he’ll disappear again.

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thestobingirlie · 1 year

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i find it so weird how people will write steve as naive. like, saying steve doesn't know how to smoke weed (when he implies he has canonically). or the whole eddie knows all about kink and steve's never heard of spanking in bed before. i don't know if it's linked to the whole "steve is dumb" thing, but i wouldn't be surprised. it's ridiculous. steve would probably have the best understanding of people since he's actually good with them. he was popular ffs. people talk to him, he would probably have a good reputation with the general town (not the resentful or judgemental nerds. sorry robin and eddie). i'm just so tired of it. i barely read fic for this fandom since it's so hard to find anything where the characterization isn't completely off.

i definitely see the dumb steve thing (partly i think they just want to make eddie seem smarter, so dumb steve down to compare), and it’s so stupid. i think it also comes from the whole feminisation steve thing. they want to make him seem more innocent and naive. and it’s gross.

oh, and definitely because people watch steddie scenes and read steddie fics but don’t actually watch the entire show. or at least don’t rewatch it.

you’ve got entire groups of people that were shocked when a tiktok told them jonathan and steve live within a mile of each other. WATCH THE SHOW. it tells us that!!

anyway…

yeah, so you’ve got people writing steve as a total lightweight, someone that’s never gone to parties and never done drugs, and it’s like, can you pretend to understand the characters? at least a little?

(this is also something that bothers me about a lot of steddie shit where people have hopper Hate eddie because eddie sold weed, as if hopper wasn’t busting steve every weekend absolutely sloshed at some party. i’ve only seen one fic that said it was because hopper’s a hypocrite and i loved that! he laughs about busting steve for underage drinking and then makes a snide comment about busting eddie at the same party.)

sorry, this answer is kinda all over the place lmao.

but yeah, steve’s popular, he’s charismatic, he knows what sex is (he’s a teenage boy, he probably lived off kinky sex jokes) , and he’s smoked weed before! and i don’t think he has a terrible reputation. i think around school he’s seen as a man whore lmao, but people respect the harrington’s, and i think that would extend to steve.

also yeah, i used to be reading multiple fics a day, but so many are just ooc now, it’s a struggle.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #jim hopper #stranger things #asks #anon

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imagoofball · 4 months

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My thoughts on Hazbin Hotel ep 4 (haven't finished ep 4 so my problem may be solved if I keep watching but nahh)))

>>SPOILERS OFC<<

1. Charlie is the definition "If you're broke just get a job and save money."

Babes they have a job what money can they save if said job is paying them just enough to survive 😭 anyways I feel that the reason she just isn't clicking with anyone is because she doesn't have empathy. Like seriously she sees a problem at face value and tries to solve it.

[Angel and Husk gets into it and she wants em to make up.]

That is literally the last thing you should be trying to fix considering they have a good bond already and today was just a rough night.

Imagine Husk who's forced to hear this dude complain about a job then still act like he's at said job 24/7. That's annoying and tiring already and now said dude is cussing you out for pointing out that you don't want him to act fake in a place where he's supposed to feel at home. Then Imagine being Angel who originally just had to shoot one scene and leave two if Val was on that type of timing. Then Charlie appears 1. This is such a scene of vulnerability for him. (Strangers seeing ur nudes vs ur mom seeing ur nudes...yeah exactly) 2. Val the bitch u sold your soul to is now pissed and who is going to take the heat?? Yeah exactly.

So now Angel has been milly whopped in the backrooms, kicked out his friend, and forced to shoot till midnight. Yeah pissy day and when he's going for a drink Husk is trying to drop wisdom and have him drop the act before serving him a drink that's strong enough to paralyze bojack fucking horseman. Yeah I'd be pissed too 😭

At the end of the day them fighting isn't the main issue the fact is Charlie is trying to save a nigga who ain't trying to be saved because he has accepted his fate. If she hops onto Husk's logic then I believe Angel would be able to save himself.

Drop the act.

Drop the act cause you ain't at work.

Once Angel is able to separate his work life from his personal life I truly believe he would be able to see that there's a chance at redemption because hey if these ppl at the hotel see me past my worklife then I may have a chance to live a normal life with people who idk love me for me or some shit boom Angel is ready to leave and Charlie grows some fucking balls and use the fact she's the princess of hell to end the contract between Val and Angel.

Everyone lives happily 3ver after the end

(Watch when I finally hit play after posting this everything I wrote is what happens)

Tldr; Angel gotta figure himself out before Charlie can try to change him. Can't change what you don't understand.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #charlie hazbin hotel #my thoughts #what jcole say?#spoilers #episode 4 #idk how to tag this #oh yeah also wanna mention how much i love Allistor like omg

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Sugar, Sugar | Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: You said you’d marry Zemo for his money so I’m here asking for a sugarbaby x Zemo fanfic kdjskdjskd

Not one of those strictly business ones, more like he has money and he loves you more than anything so he buys you anything you could ever wish for. Plus it would be kinda funny if the reader just likes normal stuff, no designer things or anything outrageously expensive.

summary: Zemo loves you and he adores you, but when money gets tight for you, a new meaning to your relationship comes to light.

tws: sugar Daddy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mentions of smoking

It didn't start out like this, in fact, it started out relatively normal; you and Zemo met through a mutual friend, Frank Castle, who had set you up when he thought that you two would get along. It started out as just a normal relationship; Zemo was your boyfriend and he liked to take care of you at every opportunity he could and at any moment that he could spare. He loved you, he really did. He loved you, he adored you, he wanted to take care of you; when Frank told him that money was a little tight for you, Zemo offered you something you couldn't resist.

An opportunity to be his sugar baby. You jumped at it, although you weren't sure if the relationship would change much, letting him take care of the money side of things for you and all you had to do was just... be the same as you were anyway; it didn't actually change that much, if you were honest. He simply took care of things and be spoiled you like there was no tomorrow; shopping trips became more regular, usually just grocery shopping and occasionally stopping in cheaping shops to check out what clothes they had.

"I can get you something designer," he would remind you, but you would shake your head. Designer rings and pretty things never had much of an appeal; the only big things you ever allowed him to buy were leather - real leather. Jackets, boots, belts. Good quality shit that would last a lifetime. The real leather. But that only happened a few times, even if he insisted that he could buy you one for every day of the week throughout the year.

Today was one such shopping trip, though, and as you held onto Zemo's arm, you frowned.

"We don't have to go in there, do we?" You asked when he gestured to one of the luxurious high street perfume shops. They sold decent cologne and aftershaves, sure, but the stuff you could get for a quarter of the price at Asda was better - and the bottles were bigger.

Zemo shook his head, humming softly. "Not if you don't want to... it's your day, (y/n), we can go wherever you want and I'll buy you whatever you want - that's the point of being your sugar Daddy, isn't it?"

You tugged him over to one of the cheaper shops, humming softly as you lead him over to the aisle where the snacks and drinks were. He raised a brow, but you shrugged. "You said you'd buy me whatever I want and the crisp cupboard is running low... plus, I kinda fancy a can of Monster."

"Alright," he laughed softly, letting you grab what you needed for at home. You never let him spoil you the way that he had thought you would; you never wanted diamonds and gold and silver and gems, you never wanted fancy cars or flashy clothes, you didn't want expensive or designer things. A can of Monster and a few packet of crisps would do just fine.

He let you live with him when you first became his sugar baby, and he was always finding you fixing something around the flat or painting something or anything that needed to be maintained; he could so easily pay to have someone come and do it but you always insisted on doing it yourself. Zemo loved that, it was endearing; all of his money, and yet you never seemed to want the luxury.

"What are you so happy about?" You asked when you noticed his smile, hardly to bite your own back as you raised a brow.

Zemo shrugged, patting your hand gently and kissing your temple. "I just think it's quite endearing that you have all my money if you want it - but the most expensive thing you've ever asked for is a leather jacket. And even then, that was more because they're practical, last long, and they're durable."

"They are," you told him. "I mean, you can buy that fake leather shit, but you'll never get the qualities of the real stuff."

He rolled his eyes, such a fond smile coming to his lips. "That's not the point. I'm your sugar Daddy, you can whatever you want."

"Yeah, but..." you held up the can of Monster. "This is all I want. I don't... I don't need fancy and expensive shit. I just need a boyfriend who buys my Monster and my tobacco and who lets me fix shit around his place."

"Our place," Zemo growled, letting go of you so that he could wrap his arm around your middle. "Not my place. Our place."

"Alright, our place," you scoffed, trying not to laugh as you leaned into him. "You're the best sugar Daddy I could ask for, by the way."

"If you're really good, I'll buy you a fifty gram pouch of tobacco," he teased.

"I'll be on my best behaviour, if that's the case."

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seii-fantasy · 1 year

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Look !I have found a beautiful flower!

(Soji Okita , theres others characters coming!)

Soji Okita x Kanao!Reader

Your big sister will be similar to Shinobu!here we go!

Synopsis: The disciple of the Butterfly estate has been wondering in the amphiteater of the Valhalla . Lost , she doesnt talk to anyone except her sister , her eyes were emotionless due to her trauma , but someone will change her life as her big sister promised

Warning : Soji might be ooc , might speaking about abuse , or violence and fluffy

Here we go!

Lost again in the Valhalla Amphitheater , a young woman was wandering lost in the halls , except that her (Big sister's name) told her to stay in their estate to watch the Ragnarok .

But since they stayed more than a day , the young woman wanted to watch the Ragnarok in the tribute of the Amphitheater but she was lost , she was very shy to ask the people who were in the halls , where were the tribute

She didnt want to meet a god , knowing what will happen if she met a god , even if it was a lower god .

"Oh? Kondo-san ! Look at her hairpin isn't it pretty?" A young man appeared touching your hairpin , you took a few steps back , you tried to pull out your Katana. "oh - wow calm down! Little one! We do not want to harm you" the person called Kondo said

"What's your name ? " the young man asked with a smirk as you throw the piece that your sister gave when it fall back on your hand .

You muttered "y/n" , "So lady y/n , what are you doing here" Kondo asked , as a screen that showed the fight , you pointed and you exclaimed quietly "See" .

And Soji giggled "Aah! You wanna see the fight from the tribute?" He asked as you nodded your head in agreement. "Sorry little one , but we cannot go , they're already full of persons" Kondo said "So pretty lady want to come and watch the Ragnarok , with us? And by the way my name is Soji and the tall man beside me is Kondo!" Okita asked while taking your hand and you followed him.

Kondo was smiling , Soji was happy that someone that was his age was with him

Reaching the estate of the Tennen Rinshin duo , you enter the estate , trembling . It was similar to the estate where your biological parents used to live

And those horrideous persons who were unfortunately your parents were the reasons of why you became like this

Trembling like a newborn , who started to walk . You got out and vanished in the nature of the Valhalla . Kondo dumbfounded of what happened , send Okita to see what was wrong with you .

And of course he accepted , he cannot let another friend disappear

You flew in the nature , eyes teary from all the bad memory that came back

Flashback

"You are such nuisance!" "I wish i hadn't gave birth to an useless child like you!" "Hope you d13 someday!" "NO ONE WILL ACCEPT YOU!"

Those setences that your parents used to tell you everyday , while beating you . You were skinny as a skeleton , your parents didn't feed you , gave a drink for you , even love you. They sold you to a trader and that man was similar to your parents

Until you met her , the one who delivered you from the eternal torture , you've been going through . And finally she treated you as a human .

End flashback

You stopped and hid in a bush , and cried , you were ashamed of what happened .

"Huh? There you are pretty lady , i thought you were gone forever? " a voice spoke while taking your hand up. Forcing you to stand up

"Oh? Why're you crying"Soji asked, you kept sobbing while muttering "Bad memories" he caressed your right cheek and said "Don't worry they won't come back if they dare to come back , just tell me abt it " Okita said with a beautiful smile

While he was conforting you , (Big sister's name) came worried to Kondo, asking him where you were . Kondo sighted and said that you disappeared when you three came back to his estate and your sister explained that you had a trauma due to your parents while she took a look at it , she said that it was quite similar to the estate of your parents , and they kept chatting until you arrived

Soji was holding your hand while saying "Kondou-san! Look! I have found a beautiful flower!!"

Kondou was laughing happily while your older sister looked at you , finally happy that you found someone who loves you just like the way you are.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #recordofragnarok #SnVOkitaSouji #RoROkitaxreader #SnvOkitaxreader #RoROkita

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lovingfunthing · 11 months

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People have told me, that's not love you're feeling, it's infatuation; you can't fall in love quickly, it's not really love; it's just an illusion, not the real thing. Sometimes they are right.

I actually do believe in love at first conversation, however. Not first look...that's just objectification...but yeah. It can happen.

Maybe it's not a lasting love. Maybe it's a love that comes and goes. Sometimes, love takes a while to develop. There are many types of love.

Personally, I feel love for a lot of people. I think that scares people, intimidates them and seems volatile. But it's really, a gentle and healing thing. It is the opposite of wanting to control someone.

Love isn't falling in love with a whole person, it's you feeling a bond of attraction and commitment and care for, your perception of that person. Which, hopefully is accurate, but is always incomplete. Someone might let you in more and more, and so the love deepens.

But it's not necessarily real, or not real, based on how quickly or slowly it develops. It often is finite in our lived experience, but love itself is theoretically infinite. However, we still have a shortage of actual love in the world, and people don't really do anything to change that even though we could all do that together if we tried.

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How do we talk about love? Do we talk about it? We might be so tangled up with our preconceptions, we need a simile or metaphor or analogy, to really unpack things and see it clearly.

***

Love that happens between people, their connection, maybe it is rather like a well.

Let's see. Well, it gives you a scarce resource you need to survive. its a portal to what is stuck underground beneath a cold and unyielding earth, and it takes a varying amount of labour to get ito produce that resource, which can be refilled over time by the earth if treated gently and generously only taking what you need, or extracted and exploited til it's gone.

Sometimes, you look and already see a depth to it, all the way from the top of the well. You won't really know what everything feels like at the bottom of the well unless you actually get in there and check it out up close, or how refreshing the water is til you drink it, but, nonetheless, you can see it's a deep well even though you're at the surface, because the water is clear.

Sometimes the water is hard and calcified, but pure, and you can't see how deep it is, but it's still good to drink. In fact, it gives you other minerals you need in your life.

You might have one well, but you know it's not such a bad idea to know where a few are. You might even carry water to a neighbor who has a dry well. You never want somebody to let any well get damaged, or the water to be poisoned, because while you can't see it directly, the earth's aquafiers are all interconnected, and so groundwater poisoned in one well will share that toxin to many other wells.

These days, most people don't use wells. They just turn on the tap, swipe and twist it left or right, and what they need is delivered quickly and easily, without any need to worry about where it comes from. Some people say it's got fluoride in it, and it's somebody else's job to make sure nobody gets sick from what you drink, but it's also sold to you by a company. Often, it feels like you don't really value it the way that somebody with a well does.

Despite water's seeming abstract infinitude, we are actually increasingly in a drought. While we could probably solve that issue by purifying all the undrinkable ocean's worth of saltwater, or not wasting what we already pumped up from the well...we know there's, in practice, a serious crisis in the world, and so wells are important.

Still, most people aren't interested to go back to wells, or at least develop a relationship beyond the purely commodified norm with what provides them this totally necessary condition for life. They want other people to take care of it, amd they don't really want any responsibility for or to it.

There are many people who die from a lack of it, and there are evil people who want to poison it for profit, or even take it away from people and keep it for themselves, so there are and will be wars about it. Yet, the apathetic attitude is stronger than ever.

So if you know all this, when you find a nice well close to your house, you really want to cherish it. You might be nervous about the water quality or the depth of the well, but sometimes you just know it's a good well that can give you and your neighbors what you need. Amd sometimes you just get a good feeling, even before you look into it, because it's so clear and you still can't see the bottom.

The best neighbors share it, view the well as something nobody should try to violently keep to themselves, and something everyone has to take care of. People should be grateful for the well, and shouldn't try to pump water out of one without their neighbors knowing. People should share the well with people they can trust to keep it healthy and full.

#love #relationships #relationship anarchy

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goldammerchen · 11 months

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@polpruweek day 3: 19th Century

CW: Violence and Strong language.

Feliks' Tea

(<1k words / AO3)

Back at home, in a place he doesn't own...

Feliks was about to take the first sip of his freshly brewed tea, when by someone knocking at the door with a heavy hand interrupted him. Even when he was willing to see who was at his door, he had a bad feeling about it. Going back home had its, inconveniences, but his heart called him back once again.

When he opened the door, the visitor immediately stuck one of his shoes in the door—as if Feliks hadn't smashed intruders feet in the past.

"You're back," Gilbert said the obvious, with an annoying smirk on his face. He was wearing a dark blue ceremonial dress uniform, with a red collar and details—when was the last time he saw Prussia not wearing a uniform?

Feliks frowned. "You found where I live now, like, not creepy at all."

"Aw, would you have preferred to see Ivan?"

That made Feliks curl his lip.

"Also, you chose my place. It was just a matter of time before I found you."

His blood boiled in his veins. "What do you want—? And why can't you wear something that isn't an uniform?"

Gilbert opened his mouth, then crocked smiled. Without answering, and sooner than the resident could react, the unwanted visit pushed the door and Feliks along with it.

"Hey!" Feliks managed to keep this balance, though not to push the trespasser away. He slammed his own door, making some wall ornaments fall. Craning his head back and scrunching his eyes, Feliks clenched both of his fists. For disgrace, he wasn't in a position where he could use violence first, so he needed to navigate whatever bullshit was Gilbert scheming.

Knowing Gilbert was no more than a ruffian, even if he pretended to be a military nobleman around his people, he likely was looking for a excuse to beat him.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you invited me inside." Gil cackled, walking all the way to the chair in front of Feliks' untouched cup of tea (now popular there, not just a drink of the nobles or considered just medicine). "Nice house: how much is the rent?"

Of course Gilbert had to brush into his face the fact that Feliks didn’t have any properties under his name now. He eventually lost or sold them all while constantly moving all around his own house and around Europe, when it was the best to leave for to a while.

"None of your business—Leave my herbata alone!" He smacked Gilbert's hand, after he extended his arms towards it. Feliks sharply pushed his chair back, and as sharply sat on it. "I don't want to play your games, just tell me what you want and go away."

Gilbert leaned in his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers below his chin. "All I want it's catching up."

Bullshit. Feliks glared at Gilbert. "As I said before, none of your business."

"So you're not going to talk about Paris? I thought you loved that city even more than your shitty cities. Well, not yours anymore."

"That again? How inventive." Feliks did his best to keep his face straight, clenching his jaw, and resisting the urge to bare his teeth. He pushed towards himself his cup of tea by the plate, seeing the steam coming from the cup.

The intruder burrowed his eyebrows for a second—now Feliks tried not to smile. Not giving him what he wanted should hopefully work.

"Mmm, so I guess you simply got bored of choking on French dick." Gilbert shrugged, raising his brows.

Feliks flared his nostrils. He looked the down his tea again, grabbed the cup, and threw the liquid to Gilbert's face, aiming for the eyes—fuck trying to deal with this carefully. Gilbert right away started to scream in pain, covering his eyes with hands, soon falling from the chair backwards.

Meantime Gilbert was wriggling in pain on the floor, Feliks merely fidgeted with a spoon, thinking that the visit was worth saving him from burning his mouth (oh, he really could be absentminded at times). Once Gilbert got on his feet, with a hand still on his face, Feliks did the same, whistling while taking the back of the chair. Faster than Feliks could lift it, Gilbert pulled a gun from his coat, taking aim by looking through his fingers.

Oh no—

He fell towards the wall, unable to control his body. Feeling blood dripping from his face, the last thing he remembered ahead of losing his consciousness, was Gilbert saying in a slightly accented Polish:

"I missed you too."

#polpru #prupol #polpruweek2023 #hws poland #hws prussia #fanfic tag 🪶#now feliks' pov #mirrors prev fic #hetalia fanfiction #sr. tnddr #edited a paragraph

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soxcietyy · 2 years

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Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 17

Two weeks have passed since then and Yuta had four to five butlers at his house. Not only was Itadoris wife pregnant but so was his. He knew he couldn't be there all the time due to everyone being alarmed from the current situation of the kingdom. Many people stayed huddled up in their homes not daring to go outside unless necessary. Nobody wanted to experience what happened years ago. He guessed he wasn't the only one who was stuck with that thought in the back of his head. The first time was bad what would they do now? Would they slaughter the whole kingdom? Kill the king and queen? Or even worst everyone?

"Yuta," he hears a soft voice call him.

Turing around he sees it's you looking at him from the bed worryingly. "Oh sorry did I wake you up?" He asks as he walked to your side. He hated making you worry especially during times like these. Cupping your cheek he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"Oh no I just saw you standing up for a while, didn't know if something was wrong." You say holding his hand. He saw as you also held your stomach lovingly. Your stomach was now growing with a baby inside of it. It made Yutas heart flutter every time he thought about it. Could it be a boy that he could spar with in the future? Or maybe a girl he would spoil like crazy? It didn't matter as long as it was a healthy baby.

"I'm fine I was just thinking about today's schedule. It's pretty full due to the festival we'll be having soon." He says sitting down to talk to you. It was currently five in the morning but he had time to kill. Especially with these sleepless nights from overthinking.

"Ah yes the festival, isn't it such a bizarre time no?" You tilt your head.

"Yes it is but the king says it to lift up the peoples spirits. We can't just be living in fear everyday. Apparently everything is under his control and there's nothing to worry about."

"I guess he's right but what if something bad does happen? What then?" You hold his hand tighter afraid for yours and the baby's safety.

"That's something you'll never have to worry about. As long as I'm here you'll be safe. You and everyone else I love. Get some rest sunshine I'll be on my way." Yuta placed another kiss on you this time on your lips. Then he was on his way to work. The streets seemed quite as usual. The only thing he saw outside where boxes full of decorations for the festival which should of been hung yesterday. Maybe people were still afraid to go out. This was probably going to add more work on top of his day.

As he made his way to the castle he found himself spacing out once again. Thinking about what was to come in the future. That being positive or negative. He's actually never spaced out this bad until now. He could of sworn he was still walking to the castle but found himself Infront of the kings doors. Quickly he took a look in the mirror making sure he seemed perfect. After fixing a few flyaways he walked in. Pushing the heavy doors open.

"Yuta!" The king greets him.

"King Orimoto, I have come to speak to you about the recent events." Yuta says as he kneels down.

"Ah yes...Can you let us speak privately." The king tells his guards and servers. With a quick nod they take their leave. Yuta approached his majesty and stood next to him so they could make sure nobody was listening in.

"About the festival nobody is decorating or going outside. Also the farmers said that they will not be able to provide enough food for trade. To be fair our land isn't made for farming due to the cold weather." Yuta says.

"Have a group of men help and decorate. About the training I'll have to send another letter to our friendly neighbors." He sighs heavily.

From Yutas knowledge it wasn't easy trying to calm down their neighbors. They were ready to go to war but the king managed to settle it. From the rumors going around it had to deal with marriage... "My king I’ll also send people to help the farmers with their work. I’ll post my guards up in the entrances and I was wondering if I could get a marriage certification…" Yuta adds.

"Do I even want to know the situation about the last one?" He asked stressed out.

"No… but to brighten up the mood I would also like to let you know that my wife is soon to bear a child."

"A child? You managed to convince a child? Oh my boy Yuta I'm so proud of you. May your wife and child be healthy! You already know how hard it is for the woman born here to convive. It’s almost as it was a curse. I’ll send a marriage certificate to your house." The king says happily.

"Thank you! Also I would like to discuss one more thing with you. Something I believe we have to talk about." Yuta looks at him. The king leans in listening well.

"We both can’t deny it anymore, theirs going to be a war between the countries. Excuse my rudeness but I know about the marriage with Rika and I know she will not stand by it. She’s going to throw a big tantrum and it’s not going to be a nice one. You’ve seen how she acts. As much as I love her she’s going to make everything into a shit show." Yuta says.

"Yes you are right."

After what seemed like a hours of talking Yuta left. Striding past his men into the trading ground. It was a small arena with swords and armor. They trained here four times a week depending on their schedules. A a loud whistle was heard making everyone turned to look at him. "Alright guys I want a group of twenty to go to the plaza and decorate. I also need a few of you to go around asking if anyone needs help. Some in the farmers areas and others in the kingdoms entrances. This is a festival to bring people at ease. So I would appreciate if you guys would go and guard the festival. I think that will make people feel more secure." Yuta says point out random men to go help out.

"I'll be with the group of men so let's head out." He ordered as he walked out taking the lead. Hopefully tomorrow the festival was going to go as planned. No interruption or inconveniences, at least he hoped. When they made it to the plaza they got to work. They opened creates that contained balloons, streamers, confetti and other small things. The plaza was a very wide place so they could decorate. Sadly he couldn't bring you to help due to your safety. Last thing he wanted was someone to hold your for ransom. Hanging up banners and decorations hoping it would convive other people to help. At first nobody came out. You would see people peaking out the window here and there. Some actually sat outside to watch but those consisted of the older folks who wouldn't be much help but they were nice to talk too. One old lady came out and pulled a chair out next to Yuta. She wore a yellow flowery dress and some slippers.

"General what a find man you turned into. I remember when you where just a kid following Gojo around." She said.

"Ah yes I remember those days. I followed him so he could train me. He was my teacher after all, he has taught me well." Yuta smiles at her as he lifted a box up.

"Yuta my dear I wanted to ask you a question about the situation." She said reaching out to his with a shaky hand. She rested it on his arm waiting for his to approve.

"We'll I can't really say much regarding the situation but I'll see what can answer." Yuta put the box down on the floor. Sitting on the crate to listen to her questions. From the looks of how everything was going he had time to kill. His men where half way done with decorating. It wouldn't hurt to take a small break.

"I know you'll do anything the protect the royal family but what about us commoners." She said worried.

Yuta looked at her surprised, this was something he didn't think about. Him being the General his main focus is the royal family. Then everyone else would have to be tended to last. That including his wife to.

"I asure you that you will be protected by my fellow men. They will make sure to do anything in their power to save the community. A lady like you shouldn't be worried about things like that. Trust me when you save the kingdom is safe. Spend time with your family now." Yuta said standing up. He grabbed the crate he was sitting on and lifted it up.

"I'll be going now I can't be slacking!" Yuta said as he walked off. Just a few more things and everything will be set. Hopefully...

walking past the fountain he could hear how the water poured down. It was relaxing yet soothing.

"No! No! No!" A high pitch voice rang though the village. Ruining the small moment of peace. They sounded upset and frustrated. "I can't believe he would do this to me! " she yelled.

Turning his attention to the sudden commotion he realizes it's the youngest princess. She was being followed by two guards and three maids. Throwing her hands around and yelling. "Princess please! You can't just run away it's your duty to do this for the country!" A maid behind here said.

"Do you think I care? I don't want to get married to the son of that monster! I want to marry who I want! I want to marry..." she turned her gaze to see Yuta looking back at her. "You" she mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Yuta questions not hearing the last part well. Her eyes looked full of sorrow and her lips pouted. "Yuta," she said approaching the general. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training the soldiers?" She asks looking embarrassed.

Back then she would not care who saw her throw her tantrums. She would kick, spit, use vile language any where. Now that she was 15 it was different. She would still throw them just not around specific people. "Yuta Iv been hearing these ridiculous rumors that your going to be a dad, is it true?" She said looking at him sad almost as she was wishing it wasnt true.

"Yea I am," Yuta replied putting his hand over her head. "Get back to the castle you know you can't be out here." He gave her a small smile. Yet she didn't move nor look at him. Royalty were not to

Be out without a proper escort. It would deemed dangerous and scandalous. Due to the fact that if they were seen alone it meant they were doing something bad.

Bending his legs to be at eye level with her he could see her face. The look on her face changed. She looked distraught from hearing that answer.

"Are you okay Rika?" He asked confused. Still she didn't make a sound.

"We need to take her back now. It seems the princess isn't feeling well. Have her go get checked by the doctor and keep a close eye on her." Yuta commanded to the guards that stood behind her.

Before anyone could act she wrapped her arms around Yuta embarrassing him. "You don't want a baby, you never wanted a wife! Are you forcing herself to do this because of her?" She yelled. "Tell me you don't want the baby Yu! I'll assign a appointment for an abortion. I'll buy mugwort tea if you want! " she gripped his arms tightly.

Yuta looked her stunned. Why was she saying such things like this? Was she trying to embarrass him or creat lies? Grabbing her hands he pulled her of of him and began pulling her. He couldn't lie he felt so angered by this. What type of nonsense was she spewing? If this was any normal person he would of cut their fingers off. Maybe beat them till they couldn't walk. Send them to prison for life. But this was the princess, nothing could be done to her.

"Take get back to her room. I dont want to see her today nor do I want her near my house." Yuta whispers into a guards ear as Rika resisted. Letting go of her she fell to the ground.

"Please refrain from saying such this princess because it's not true. I love my wife and I am happy to soon be a father. Have a good day." He said before walking off. Hearing her yell as she was being escorted didnt bother him. What did though was the fact that he found himself gripping the hilt of his sword.

Next day

Waking up felt like the hardest part of today. Yesterday he worked so hard decorating and tending to peoples issues. At some point he was chasing rabbits around because they escaped from there pen. Luckily today was his day off. Well technically he was to be on duty secretly due to it being the festival today. Forcing his eyes open he sees your still sound asleep. He has to be at the festival as soon as it opens. He would of quickly gotten up if it wasn't for the fact that he promised you to take you out. Giving you small soft pokes he looks at you stir. Your eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

Slowly opening your eyes you give him a glare. Sleeping was something you loved doing and because quite bothered if someone awaken you.

"Morning love let's get ready for today." He says giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Oh yea we are going to go out today." You say remembering his promise.

"Yes now go get ready" he says as he watched you get up to go to the restroom.

It didn't take long for both of you to be at the door ready for the day. He found it adorable how you quickly ate up your breakfast to get going but had to wait for him to finish. "Yuta let's go now please!"

You grab onto his arm trying to sway him.

"Arnt you too excited? You know it's just going to be us in the beginning." Yuta says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was true the beginning of this festival was going to be empty. People are going to be too scared to come out but hopefully them seeing people out will encourage them. Yuta had a great reputation with the community. People loved him and seeing his wife was pregnant may make them come out to ask questions. He had the opportunity to show off his wife and the fact that he was going to be a dad. As much as he pretended like it was nothing he was secretly excited.

An: yea I finished this 8 days ago 🧍‍♀️

#yuta okkotsu #jjk second years #jjk movie #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 0 movie

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Who is your current muse, and who is their faceclaim/what do they look like? What is one item that you associate without fail to them? What is their favourite colour? Is there a song you associate with them? If not, what quote fits the best for them? What do they like doing in their spare time? How much spare time do they get? What one fact do you love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet?

My current muse is Andrea "Andy" Pereira, an OC from the Parks & Rec fandom who is in a queerplatonic relationship with another one of my creations Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. (I know technically he's canonised as of the farewell season, but due to my interpretations and heavy cultivation of a personality and life-story for him, I consider him oc-status. If you will... a #Schrödinger'sOC, as I've come to dub these types of characters.)

Andy doesn't have a face claim currently, but she does have a pinterest board which includes a general visage close to the one I hold in my head. In terms of visuals, the closet I have come to finding an fc is Sophia Black-D'elia (image at bottom), but I'm not completely sold on her. For now, Andrea remains officially face-claim-less.

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Several items make me think of her, such as big hiking backpacks or converse shoes paired with flannel, but I think the most 'Andy' object would be those white, tin mugs you take on camping trips for your morning coffee. Her favourite thing? Opening up the back of her offroading vehicle and screwing on the gas canister for her little JetBoil stove to make coffee at 5:30 am just so she can watch the sun rise with a hot drink in her hand. She started doing this long before she met Stephen, long before she even left South America.

—

Andy's favourite colour is the kind of orange you only see in a mountain sunset, somewhere where the air is so clear you cannot smell the industrialisation anymore. Somewhere where the water runs crystalline blue and the birds cross the sky without a flap in their wings, the smoothest soar. A place where no one knows; a sunset no one else will ever see. An orange so vibrant, it's fire without the burn. An orange she would never have seen in the smoggy, polluted city she grew up in.

—

Two songs I associate with Andy:

Some Italian Mountain - Sophie May

And I hate to admit it But I can't wait till October when I'm allowed to escape him And move my life to some Italian mountain Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Traffic in the Sky - Jack Johnson

It's enough to make me cry But that don't seem like it would make it feel better The answers could be found, we could learn from diggin' down But no one ever seems to be diggin'

—

In her spare time, she loves kicking back with a good book. While a solid majority of the time, you can find her pushing the boundary of human-recognised lands, she isn't above every now and again recollecting herself with a sit in and a good book, especially if she and Stephen find a good place to park their van on some West Coast desert land. Oh, with the sun shining down just right... after whipping out the camp stove to make a little noontime meal... She'll set up her canvas chair, take out her current read, and while away the rest of the daylight hours getting lost in the words.

—

Due to the nature of her living situation right now (aka: she lives a nomadic life in a van), she has a lot more spare time than most people do these days. That being said, she still has a job to ensure that she can afford this lifestyle. She (very strictly, might I add) makes sure her work doesn't go past 5pm, as she is very conscience of the line between "work" and "rest", guarding her free time with her life. Andy believes there is more to life than work. She believes, first and foremost, in experiences and living.

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Not particularly a fact I love about them (although it's not like I hate the fact lolol) but a fact I'm proud of creating for her is about her origin town as it weaves its way into who her character is currently. She was raised on the cusp of poverty in a city where the streets were dingy and the air a polluted, breathing hazard. Growing up, she hated it and would often spend her afternoons picking up trash along the sidewalks of her neighbourhood. As soon as she was able to, Andy left home for wider, cleaner pastures (so to speak). She saved up money in a piggybank all her teen years to backpack in the Andes, which wasn't enough by far but that didn't stop her; with an old rucksack, a sleeping bag given to her by one of the climbers she met passing through her town one day, and plastic baggies of food and safety equipment and toiletries, she set off. The people she met along the trail, some of them became her friends, and one of them... became her best friend: Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. That was the first time he helped her out of a jam (after all, she was ill-prepared for backpacking despite her best efforts), and since, they've been helping each other since.

*Closest FC I've found for her: Sophia Black-D'elia

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FAITH IN THE FUTURE

Superstar idol, indie acolyte, festival boss - Louis Tomlinson has been a lot of things over the course of his time in the spotlifht, but as he prepares to release his second solo album 'Faith In The Future' this November, he's set to surprise the world all over again.

"Tiktok is probably telling the kids what to drink these days. I just still drink me vodka Red Bell, you know what I mean?" For an artist who found fame as part of one of the biggest boy bands of all time, Louis Tomlinson is remarkably down to earth.

Sipping on a Stella, he sits down with Dork on one of RMT's August strike days - which he's 100% here for, btw. We're pulling a lot of strings for this. Frantically organising our shoot and interview in the space of about 48 hours, Louis takes it all in his stride, plopping down in the evening for a a supremely relaxed chat after a cig and a beer.

He's about four shows off finishing his first solo world tour (another sell-out under his belt), which actually began in 2020. Maginingt o squeeze in a couple of dates before the pandemic hit, it was the energy of those initial gigs that sparked the inspiration for his forthcoming second album 'Faith In The Future', arriving in November.

For the first five years of his career, the cycle of touring and recording and touring and recording was ll Louis knew. Then being the last of his of ex-bandmates to relaese a solo album, taking his time creating music to actually hit the road with, meant he was a decade into being a musician before toured alone.

"It was a long, long time for to wonder what it might be like," he says. "And also, there was a fear in the back of my mind that, because I've experienced touring at such a high level with the band, in amazing, massive fucking venues, I didn't really know what my tour was going to look like or feel like or even sound like in terms of energy in the room and fans singing back."

He needn't have worried. Never disappointing, his Louies showed up in droves. "It's blown all my expectations. I've felt fucking blessed this whole tour, like every place I've gone and I'm not just being dramatic; it's been fucking amazing everywhere." A proper World Tour, he's played to more than 500,000 people across 80 shows over the last year. Getting back on the horse and smashing arenas quickly became his life again.

"That obviously gives me a lot of pride, especially going places like Australia. It's a long fucking way from Donny, you know?" he laughs. "So to play sold-out shows over there, it's fucking mind-blowing, really. Every single night, it doesn't really matter how my day's going; after the first song, I just get slapped in the face with the energy of the crowd and the adrenaline that then feeds me."

It's a tale as old as time at this point, provided your calendar only starts in early 2020. Artist plans a tour, pandemic hits, doesn't happen. Except Louis found himself in limbo. Caught between feeling the highs of his first solo shows at the start of the year, then crashing into the isolation of what followed, he wrote 'Faith In The Future' imagining what the tour would be like when it went ahead. The process saw him moving away from the intimacy and emotional weight of 'Walls' and creating something more uplifting.

"Originally, in my master plan that I had in my head, I was going to on a year's worth of touring," he explains. "That was going to feed me full of experience that I could then go on to write about. It didn't. I almost ended up in kind of a middle ground where I was lucky enough to get a taste of what the shows would feel like, so that was part experience and part imagination going into the this next record."

When reflecting on his debut, he found that there weren't enough uptempo numbers for a live show. 'Walls' was Louis telling his story so far - effectively twelve ballads detailing the love and loss that was recent memory at the time. That's not to say he isn't proud of his debut. I twas a necessary step in his career that cemented the vision he had for his own sound after spending years finding his feet in the public eye post-One-Direction.

But with the heavy stuff out of the way ("I don't like people feeling sorry for me. That's not the way I carry myself in life in general,: he says of his first album), Louis landed on the phrase 'Faith In The Future' in early 2021, setting about making a record based on hope, and more importantly, bangers.

"I had the title for the album before I'd written any songs for this record. I was 99% sure I wanted to call the album 'Faith In The Future', then COVID happened, and that was, like, weirdly appropriate. I feel like people needed that kind of hopeful sentiment."

He tweeted out the phrase and found legions of fans naturally gravitating towards it, which sealed the deal. Fast forward to September 2022, and he was putting it out online again. This time , it was in tandem with an album announcement and introductory single 'Bigger Than Me', which takes the balladry of 'Walls', puts a positive spin on it, and blows it up big enough to match the arenas he's filling.

"That was definitely the first moment where I had a song that I felt represented the ambition and the statement of intent,: he says of the track. "It's got one of those big choruses, and I think my vocal shines off it. Out of everything on the album, it was pretty clear what the first thing was going to be. I think I would have struggled to pick another first track. It just felt so appropriate."

He notes that writing 'Bigger Than Me' gave him more confidence in writing the rest of the record, and doing it in a way that finally felt like he was making something that aligned with his personal tastes. At the very beginning of his solo venture, he'd played with dance-pop on collaborations with Steve Aoki ('Just Hold On'), and Beebe Rexha and Digital Farm animals ('Back To You'). Then he'd sacked it off and run in the other direction on 'Walls', choosing a sound indebted to the early 2000s indie rock he grew up on. 'Faith In The Future' is where he finds a happy medium, spurred on by an interest in Stuart Price's work on Australian trio DMA's last record, 'The Glow'.

"With the first album, I was so particular about every specific sound, especially what I didn't like. So, for example, because I'd done the song with Steve Aoki - which, again, was a great launch to my career, but musically never felt that true to me - I was like, well, I'm just going to kind of deviate from those sounds and go all-in on the guitars with as much authenticity, musically, as possible. It wasn't until I heard the latest DMA's album where they managed to use all these really interesting dance sounds, but in a very authentic, unique way. I think it gave me food for thought going into this album."

Remaining authentic has clearly been a huge part of this process for Lois. Tracks like opener 'The Greatest' and 'Bigger Than Me' are expansive and wide open, while 'Written All Over Your Face' melodically pulls from indie floor fillers akin to early Arctic Monkeys singles. Then he dials it right back to the conversational intimacy of 'That's The Way Love Goes' on the closer.

Seeming slightly disgruntled with previous writing sessions, he set out to work with more artists who aligned with his currently philosophy on songwriting. Those being Hurts' frontman Theo Hutchcraft, Courteneers' bassist Joe Cross, indie-pop songwriter Nico Rebscher (Who gets a special shoutout for being a "good boozer"), and the 1975 and Wolfe Alice producer Mike Crossey. He wanted to keep the writing team smaller this time around because he'd worked with "about a hundred different fucking people" on 'Walls', making it harder to maintain the sonic continuity he's achieved on 'Faith In The Future'.

"What's been slightly different about the writing process this time is that I tried to work with less professional songwriters and more artists, because there's a different level of care and love for the music you're doing. And that's not undermining an other session I've been in. It's just sometimes when you go into these sessions with certain professional songwriters, they're looking for singles, you know? And sometimes that comes across in the writing as well. If you want to have authenticity, and you want the music to have a soul to it, you can't really be going in whit that kind of intention because it kind of dumbs down the reason that you're writing, and it becomes something else. Do you know what I mean?"

At heart, Louis has and will probably always be A Normal Bloke. Despite the dizzying heights of fame he's reached over the years, his feet have always been on solid, Northern ground. What Sam Fender is to Newcastle, what Adele is to Tottenham, that's what Louis Tomlinson is to Doncaster. He rarely discusses his fame in song, if at all. In fact, he hasn't really addressed it since 'Perfect' In his One Direction days. Instead - and especially on 'Faith In The Future' - he favors songwriting that resembles pub chatter and inherently human topics. From one of the tracks borrowing its title from Pulp (yep, that'd be 'Common People') to the fact that he consistently pronounces another tracks as "art a' me system" (that's 'Out Of My System' for any non-Yorkshire-dwellers), he's remained proud of his roots and finally, properly, getting the chance to shout about it.

"Even conceptually, and with the topics that we speak about, I think it's a better representation of who I am as a person, this record. And those things are important to me. It's also, as a songwriter, where I feel most comfortable - writing about these kinds of really normal things. It's something that I'm definitely conscious of. It was a deliberate choice."

It's refreshing to see a star of his scale consistently in touch with his working-class beginnings and conscious of the changing landscape across the industry. Of course, Louis is an anomaly in that he's probably set for life off the back of selling millions of records in his early 20s, but he's always got those in mind who don't have that luxury. In 2021, he put on his first Away From Home festival, for which tickets were completely free, at Crystal Palace Bowl when the live music circuit was getting back up and running post-pandemic.

"This is not me pointing fingers, but I don't see enough of that in the industry to be fair," he says of the decision to make it free. "That's something that I think is important to me, definitely, everyone being represented. It's something that I'm very conscious of across everything I do - prices for merch, ticket prices, etc. etc. It's something that is very, very important to me because I know myself, if I hadn't got into this, I don't know, some people are charging like 400 quid a ticket or summat daft. I wouldn't be able to afford that. So it's important that this is representative. And also, when you put your tickets at that price, you create a certain type of audience. It's good to have everyone in the room, I think."

Nowadays, Louis is redefining what success means to him. While he admits he felt the pressure when venturing out solo, he knows he wasn't alone in that. These days, he's less focused on scoring a Number 1 record (although it's pretty certain his fans could get him that), and more invested in creating moments with the fans that are exclusive to them, hence why his first world tour has been such a turning point.

"I'm sure other people can relate to, you know, your previous experiences. They're relevant when you're speculating what the next stage of your career might look like. I think we all [the One Direction boys] will have had a similar feeling going into that first record. But for me, it was an especially long time. It's been seven years now since the band, and I think I've just got a different understanding of what the word successful means to me. this tour definitely has taught me that. It's only really me and the fans that have got me to where I am here in my solo career."

He describes touring as black and white, with none of the nuances he has to deal with in the rest of the music industry. It's the one thing that's barely changed over his career, the simple exchange of getting a ticket and seeing your favorite artist. It means the world to his fans, and it turn, it means the world to him.

"My biggest aim since I started my solo career, because it was my favourite shit in the band, was can I create something where it gives me the ability to tour for the next 10 years? So I've got one year down. If I could do another nine, I'll be happy."

We ask, rather cheekily, if the general public - because we all know what they're like, don't we, Dear Reader? - might be surprised to see that Louis is still selling out venues as big as Wembley Arena on his solo tour. Testament to his personality, he actually agrees that it's a good point, but he's used to people underestimating him by now.

"I think that's a frustration I've found across my career to date. But you know, there's a little thing that me and the fans say together, and ti's that they never see us coming. It doesn't matter how many times we fucking do what we do, they never see us coming. But you know what, I like it that way. I like catching people by surprise."

Louis Tomlinson's album 'Faith In The Future' is out 11th November.

#dork #louis press

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Now I’m confused. I thought that the sheer top/jeweled belly chain was what Daniel wore at the reception in your very first Knights and Pawns fill when Terry watched Daniel dance with his Pop. Then what did Daniel wear when it was just him and Terry that night? o_O? How many outfits did Daniel wear on his wedding day/night then? What he wore to the wedding (I think you said something about a suit cut a little closer), the sheer top/jeweled belly chain (whenever he wore that??), then you’ve mentioned bespoke lingerie for the wedding night as well…??

Anyway, could we get a snippet of when the festivities were over, and it was time for Daniel to go to Terry alone? What did he think on the way there? And how did Terry react to seeing Daniel in his little wedding night number when they were alone that first night?

"Pop's playing with our lives, too, you know." It's the day before yesterday, Daniel trying to get his bearings after another one of those massive heats, when Nessa comes to bring him some freshly squeezed orange juice. He cuddles in gratefully. "I don't see you writing wedding invites."

"Doesn't mean he isn't pulling strings." She puts the glass to his lips. "But something like this would have happened anyway. At least right now, you're staying in town, where I can keep an eye on you."

He drinks, puts the glass on a side table. "He's strong, Nessa," he says. "This Alpha. He's really strong."

She laughs. "He'd have to be, to put you in your place."

"I don't -"

"Yeah, you do. You love that shit. It's just that Pop had to train you out of it, so you wouldn't get kidnapped by the Barzinis, and now you are the biggest brat in town. That won't stop him, though. I mean, he's gone through with it, right?"

He rolls his eyes. "Should I be honored?"

"You should stop fighting it."

He turns away from her, but she grabs his hand. "Daniele, this is happening. And it's not Pop's fault. It's his fault."

"That doesn't make it any better!"

"Daniel, stop trying to be an Alpha about this, if Pop can't win that game, you don't stand a chance!"

He feels tears well up. "So I should just be happy about being sold off?"

She raises her eyebrows. "You are happy about being sold off!"

He tries to push away the covers but she holds him down. "Feel that," she says. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

His entire face is on fire. "Nessa!!"

She covers his mouth with her hand. "Just making a point." She pulls back. "You're a little mess, Daniel, and he likes that, so you need to stop being a brat and learn to use it."

He looks away. "I don't like using people."

She sighs. "Oh, Daniel." She shakes her head, then laughs. "I think he'll like that most of all." She kisses his crown. "Go get some sleep, yeah?"

He looks up at her, safe in her familiarity and Alphaness that is so different from either Pop or Louie. "Ness, I love you, but you are really weird."

"Look who's talking." She flicks a finger over his nose, making him wrinkle his face like a cat. "I never say this because it is bullshit advice, but I really think you should just be yourself." She grins. "And go with it!"

Go with it. He shivers, even though the robe Ma has left him in is thick and warm.

He's held her for a long time after Terry - his mate, it's so strange - has left them together in the small room adjacent to the suite. Betas often go in with their Alphas, but omegas are given a little time to decompress and say goodbye to their mothers, beta or omega. It changes their scent. Alphas get very worked up at weddings, however late it gets. Also, this first, tiny separation makes Alphas aware of what they stand to lose, and make them more attuned to their new mate. They covered it all in biology class, and truthfully, Terry did look a little unhappy about it. Still, he cried a bit, in his mother's arms. "I couldn't be prouder," she whispered then. "You've been so strong for us, Daniele." She took one of the hot, perfumed washcloths to wipe his face. "You'll always be my baby," she said. "Nothing, no one can change that, for me or your Pop." Another hug, then she handed him a glass of water. "You have a present."

He nodded. She winked at him. "He won't want me to see it."

He pulled back his shoulders. "You better go then." She raised her eyebrows in faux hurt, then flashed a smile. "OK."

He grabbed her hand. "Thanks, Ma. See you soon, OK?"

She squeezed it. "As soon as you want. Which may not be very soon at all."

"Yeah, OK." He laughed. "Shoo, then."

And now it's just him and an enormous red box with a silver bow, a little hanger with his mate's monogram, "TS", attached to the shining ribbon. He opens it to find a sheer white - dress? Top? Camisole? The straps are about an inch wide, and the fabric is feather light to the touch. It barely covers his buttocks, stopping exactly at that soft place where butt becomes thigh.

No underwear.

He pulls it on. It look exactly like a cross between a night shirt and one of those tunics for little omega slave boys in those stories Louie likes so much.

His heart begins to race.

Two more boxes, one with a little make-up, another...

A golden belly chain dripping with jewels, red, mostly, but there's diamonds too.

He's so glad his Ma's not here!

He drapes it over his arm, plays with the gemstones.

And then, near the lock -

Another monogram. "TS".

Huh. Well, he didn't spend a year sneaking around omega school with Kumiko without learning how to turn pins, tweezers and nail clippers into a lock pick!

He can hear his mate walking around the suite next to him, but he's determined now, bends the metal until he can remove the little thing without causing any actual damage. Then he puts the chain around his waist.

There. He may look like an offering, but he isn't now, not quite.

He puts the monogram away.

He is not his, not yet.

He'll have to earn that.

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #mob au #arranged marriage

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dudefrommywesterns · 7 months

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Dude all the asks?

here you go. enjoy.

🤝: How did they meet in the first place? What was their first impression of each other?

my s/i, before they came out, used to work the bar at the hotel alamo. I suppose that since dude “left his stuff there” and chance lives at the hotel in canon, that dude also did. so, they met because he came in regularly, for a drink (when he was a casual drinker) or to sleep. these two were the fastest of friends. dude showed them how to shoot a gun and gave them their first pair (which they still have and use). I maintain that my s/i would think he was very pretty upon meeting him but wouldn’t think much of it. He thinks they’re very friendly and takes a liking to them almost immediately.

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

so…it’s hard to say. mike and dude showed signs of crushing on each other, even before dude ran off with the stage girl. when he came back drunk, and blew his money on alcohol, then sold his stuff to buy more, then started dipping into mike’s money, they started to resent him and refused to speak to him for the next few years. so, they were in denial of their feelings. he was incredibly sorry at the beginning of the movie when they see each other again. he tries his best to see mike, to properly apologize, but mike wasn't having it. they realize their feelings after the scene where dude and colorado sing “my rifle, my pony, and me”. there are little hints though, like dude instinctively grabbing mike's hand or the way mike looks at dude. they're in love but they're in denial (mike is still mad and dude is wary of hurting mike).

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

as i said, in denial. dude was certainly nervous and mike was a bit mad initially.

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

they were both so caught up in their own heads and the burdette situation that they didn't notice either way.

🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?

chance saw it coming but he didn't want to interfere in any way. he saw what the stage girl did to dude, and though he thinks better of mike, he didn't want a repeat of that.

colorado might as well have been loudly chewing popcorn and yelling at the metaphorical screen.

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

mike confessed first, on the way to their hotel room. it was awkward and nervous for them both. but it ended with a very sweet kiss.

🦋: How long did it take them to get out of the awkward early relationship stage? Have they gotten more confident around each other?

they were good friends before. the main part of the awkward was dude trusting himself with mike again and mike trusting him again. the trust part took the longest.

❤️‍🔥: Who tends to take the lead with showing affection?

a lot of the time mike does. they can't be around him very long without kissing him or being close to him.

💔: Do they have any previous relationship experience from past partners? How does it reflect on how they handle their current one?

dude does, mike doesn't. depending on the day, he can be quite confident or can swing into insecurities about mike leaving him.

😑: How easily do they get jealous and how do they handle it?

mike's not very jealous. dude isn't really either. there aren't a lot of people in town to be jealous of anyway.

🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

mike loves calling him “baby” which he finds nice. dude calls them “honey” most of the time, which mike loves.

🌙: Who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? How well does that go for em?

dude definitely has to coax mike into healthy sleeping habits. sometimes it works, if he lays on the affection really thickly. sometimes mike really can't sleep and doesn't want to try.

🗣️: Who’s the one that will ramble on about their highly specific interest while the other just sits back and nods along?

mike's the rambler for sure.

🐕: Do they have any pets together? If one of them had a pet from before their relationship how well does the pet get along with their partner? Do they have the pets approval or does said pet sit in between them and their partner any time they try to make a move?

we have our horses. they're more like modes of transportation than pete but we do love them.

✏️: How canon compliant are you with them? Do you stick pretty close or just have fun cause it’s your ship so no one can tell you what to do other wise?

pretty canon compliant. I've just added my s/i to the group. I'm nixing chance/feathers post canon for no other reason than it bores me and i don't like it.

💀: If the canon character is canonically dead, how did your OC handle their death? (Or did you completely omit their death cause fuck canon?)

thankfully not

💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset?

they're both doing their best. there's lots of cuddling and hugging and comforting words. mike finds dude's voice comforting by default, and they love to ask him to sing.

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

I've been on the fence about this for months and months. i don't know. i flip flop. i think dude would make the cutest dad, i just can't bring myself to imagine myself with kids for too long, even fictionally. if any of my ships ever have fankids, this one and my ship with rick are most likely.

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

we're going to save up to build a ranch together. we will raise horses and have ourselves a little garden.

🕊️: Give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

for a while, they don't share a room at the hotel together, so they sneak into each others rooms in the middle of the night when they want to cuddle up. sometimes one falls asleep alone and wakes up with the other there.

#anon #typewriter dings #dude

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