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paragonrobits · 7 months

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its suddenly occured to me that as soon as Simon Petrikov makes an official return as feeling like a member of the main AT cast in his own right, Jake is no longer present. It's still unclear how much of it is Jake having retired prior to his death, or if he was already dead by the events of Obsidian, but it feels like Simon has taken up the role Jake originally occupies.

Essentially when you look at Simon's events in Obsidian and the apparent role he seems to have among the bigger Finn-PB-Marceline-Simon party and group dynamic, he shares a LOT of surprisingly similar traits with Jake:

EXPERIENCED PARTY MEMBER: Jake isn't the oldest member of the group by any stretch, but the other characters TREAT him like he is; he's generally considered to have the most life experience, and he is often treated as being the wisest one. How much of this is objectively true is up for debate and a question for how much of it is just character viewpoints coming in, but Simon definitely has the most life experience. It's arguably one of his more defining traits, since having so much of it against his will is one aspect of the crown. Simon is also a pretty dang smart and emotionally intelligent person, though he doesn't acknowledge it.

THE DAD GUY: In the sense of 'being an older guy that the other characters talk to for advice and reassurance that can be relied upon to solve problems'. Jake isn't precisely a father to Finn in particular by any means, but he IS an older brother who can sometimes come off as having raised Finn, and he is definitely a dad. (Admittedly only for... well, a day because the Pups age weird, and it clearly bothers him, but it still counts.) As for Simon, him being a Dad is probably the thing that most hammered down his characterization and redefined him to such a colossal extent that Simon Petrikov overnight went from being the tragic origin of the Ice King to 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE WAS MARCELINE'S REAL DAD!!!!!', with all the implications of his character since. Simon is a dad, and his role as a dad underpins so much of what he seems to value and want more than anything else.

HYPER COMPETENT IN SPECIFIC FIELDS THAT FEEL MORE MUNDANE THAN THE OTHERS: Finn hits things and does Dungeon Adventure stuff. Princess Bubblegum is practically a text book mad scientist alight with the maddening light of GENIUS ITSELF. Marceline, interestingly, comes off very heavily as a parallel to Finn and Jake as a combo package, but the thing that characterizes Jake and by extension Simon for this argument is that they don't do the fancy stuff the other characters do. Jake hits stuff with his magic powers, but in practice he's a pretty blunt force person who doesn't do much of anything outside that, and Simon is notable in that he comes off as being kind of a useless weenie who THINKS he's a useless weenie... until the call of danger comes, and he abruptly shifts into overdrive and almost effortlessly solves the problems he faces without hesitation or any self preservation. In Obsidian he arranges a big calvary team completely on his own, off screen and without prompting, and in Fionna And Cake we see more of this. Simon THINKS he's useless while Jake doesn't care, but both of them are startlingly hyper competent in the narrow field of 'its kinda boring compared to the others but they do it'.

MORAL AMBIGUITY: This is probably the most potentially contentious one, but bear with me. Jake has an established history as a thief and general Dude Doing Crimes, and its not particularly clear if he stopped because he regretted it or just because he became more responsible for Finn. He doesn't SEEM like he regrets it in the slightest, either. Throughout the series it's a running theme that while Jake is generally wiser he's also way more prone to saying messed up stuff or suggesting iffy things for comedic purpose or just on a whim; taken seriously, it can feel like Jake is straight up Chaotic Neutral without much interest in the ethics he does, just about caring about specific people and not much else besides that.

Now let's look at Simon. The current fandom vibe is 'academic weenie with a bubble butt that screams in danger a lot', and this IS technically true, but its not the whole story. Ice King WAS a villain, and genuinely the most recurring threat throughout the series, and while that was part of the crown, the other wearers show it doesn't come out of nowhere. The potential to be Ice King, the callous and destructive brute force, is part of Simon in a whole 'there's two people in the mirror, the one you see and the one you DON'T want to see' kind of way. But during the course of Fionna And Cake we see Simon abducting someone he hates to use them as a magical battery and when they die from it he's more upset about losing his chance and not that someone DIED, when he watches a parallel version of himself wither away he brushes it off as 'oh they were a bad Simon'. It's not implausible Simon did some... STUFF back in the days of the post-war world to ensure he and more importantly Marceline survived. He has a history of revealing that underneath his weenie exterior, he's a solid mass of cold metal that's like biting on tin foil.

All in all, it feels that as Jake has implicitly left the narrative, Simon has been neatly dropped into fulfilling roughly the same role Jake originally did to the rest of the group, or at least that Jake's general narrative purpose of 'does more wacky things for giggles' has been generally split between Finn and Marceline, while Simon has taken on some of his Experienced Family Member and Moral Ambiguity bits.

#adventure time #analysis #simon petrikov #jake the dog #jake and simon being around both at the same time would present interesting complications in the family dynamic #they probably take turns being Wacky and Responsible #or have very specific roles at both

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butchbenrey · 26 days

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listen to me. ive already talked about how ptsd haver gordie would struggle to be around the science team, but think about darnold. okay?

(this turned out longer than i thought it would so im sparing you the experience of scrolling past it. true darnold pepper heads will read on. i know this to be true)

think about her. she was like, one of the only people who ever really Helped rather than hindered gordie during canon, and she did it completely of her own goodwill. the bit of time where everyone met darnold was a distinct respite from the chaos of the rest of black mesa. at least, it was as calm as it could get with the whole crew there fucking around. and darnold, while eccentric and silly, is undeniably the most emotionally intelligent person gordie met that whole time. and she had some self-preservation instinct, causing her to stay behind, which i would say makes darnold way better for gordie to be around than any of the other characters. because darnold knows and understands to some extent what happened, she was there after all, but she's not so intimately connected to the events that it would make gordie uncomfortable.

i think darnolds narrative function as a respite in canon could carry over to post-canon stuff too... i think darnold is someone gordie could confide in and actually get some reasonable responses from. i know a lot of people put tommy in the role of like. designated gordie therapist post-canon but i really can't see that. tommy just does not share the same outwardly friendly and curious demeanor that darnold does, at least not to me. and i can't imagine him really giving a shit about anything gordie says 😭. sorry. but darnold is different to me! i can imagine a frazzled and traumatized gordie going through old work emails trying to find a way to contact darnold again, looking for closure she'll never get. i can imagine her contacting darnold, anxious out of her mind, but finding that, when they do eventually meet up for coffee and darnold does some wacky shit to her own drink for funsies, she can roll with this. this is nice, to her. i think she can be a lesbo about it to be quite honest with you.

i have this scene in my head of like. somebody— probably coomer— throwing some kind of party and of course gordie feels obligated to come despite knowing in her heart its a terrible idea. and of course, she ends up spending much of the party standing awkwardly in a corner trying not to freak the fuck out and jumping out of her skin when coomer gives her a friendly (hard as fuck) punch on the arm. darnold has been spending the whole party rummaging around the bar and making all kinds of beautiful and fucked up cocktails, and when she notices gordie shes like "dear god that poor thing." so she makes a special little drink just for her, approaches gordie, and offers it to her, saying: "you seem a little glum. this should cheer you up!" and gordie breaks down sobbing on the floor because its so nice and shes so overwhelmed and nobody has shown her that kind of kindness and generosity in so long.

darnold also internally freaks out a little bit, scared she fucked something up, but she reasons that regardless of why gordie's crying, it's probably a good idea to take her outside and away from all the lights and sounds. so she does; she helps gordie up, escorts her out to the porch, sits her down. and they talk. gordie apologizes profusely for ruining the party and being weird and whatever and darnold earnestly replies that she was only there for the drinks anyways, she doesn't quite care for parties in the first place. gordie chugs the cute lil drink darnold gave her, and its good, and she tells darnold as much. darnold is very thankful that its so dark out because she is so so so flustered and she hopes gordie can't tell. gordie leans on her, though darnold is well over a foot shorter than gordie, so really it's functionally gordie resting her head on top of darnold's.

gordie is very much a lightweight and she gets more drunk from that one little glass than someone whos like 6'2" should, so darnold offers to drive her home to her apartment. gordie agrees, and she's even more handsy with people when she's drunk, so she's all holding onto darnold for support and rubbing her thumbs into her shirt and getting distracted. it is not good for darnolds composure in the slightest but she is trying so very hard to be normal about it. they make it back to gordie's apartment.

as they make it inside, gordie, drunk on both alcohol and the overwhelming feeling of being cared for for the first time in ages, tries to kiss darnold. darnold is a hopeless romantic to me. she wants to accept so bad but she's responsible, so she laughs it off and tells gordie they should get her to bed. gordie agrees and within minutes she's out like a light.

darnold stays the night, hopeful for the morning.

#barking #welcome to my twisted mind.#hlvrai #freenold #hlvrai orange soda #gordie freewoman #gordon feetman #darnold pepper

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angelpuns · 6 months

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Spinoff, Spinoff!!! 😃 totally no official, and totally not cannon. Just a fan in loved with this Au♡.

It's been a couple of days since Leo found himself in the past. Was he really back in time or was this all a weird dream? Yeah. Yeah! That must be. Leo remembered being rescued by his brothers from the prison dimension, and crossing through a bright orange portal then everything went black from there. Of course! He is probably resting in the medbay, and being taken care of by his brothers. All of this has to be a wacky dream. Besides, if that was the case, being trapped in time wouldn't meant terrible consequences? Like changing the future, creating different timelines, some paradox or whatever. Like, how affected would be his present? Totally Impossible because dreams can't cause problems.

All of this time continuum made Leo's head hurt, good thing he had Donnie for this nerd things. Probably he'll ask him later... when he wakes up... eventually. This makes him question like for how long? It's just been a couple of days he's been here, makes him wonder how long has been out there in his present?

Leo needed to stop think too much about that or otherwise he'll the worst migraine he ever had. He just had to focus on the kids; watch over them while their father is out scavenging for food. Just to think about it made him feel hungry, but also with wanting to go out too. Maybe walk a little, get some fresh air, maybe a pizza from Run of the Mill, and stretch those legs. But he can't, not by the fact that he had a broken arm and leg, but because he had to watch over the tots.

No matter how many times Leo counted: one, two, three. Or repeats: Red, purple, orange. Raph, Donnie, Mikey. There was one that was missing, and that was his younger self. Was he replacing him? Would that be how dreams work? He hoped so, because it won't be nothing cool if a toddler version of him was replacing him in his own present time.

"Should we invite him to play with us?" Suggested the purple coded turtle. "He's been like that for hours. It's kinda worrying." He recieved a couple of nods in response from the other two turtles. The three toddlers had what it appears to be dolls, a little burn, but still good to play with.

"But didn' daddy said he needs westing?" Asked the youngest turtle. He thought that the older turtle might be to tired to play with them.

"He's not even in bed. He might agree to join us. Besides, this could be good opportunity to make him some more questions about our future... and make him stop look so creepy observing the nothing." The three of them turn to see the blue turtle staring the wall, did he even blinked?

"Yes!" Making sound more the s. "Daddy would be ploud of us for helping. We can be scititifics."

"It's SCIENtifics. And what you meant is Doctors. Which is very different because those are who are responsible to take care of the health of patients and... if you guys didn't want to know you should've said so." Little Donnie was left behind. Didn't take him long to follow them.

"Hello, Mister Leo" Mikey called; made a little pause to make sure if he caught the older's attention. He was startled a little by the jump Leo made. Mikey scared him unintentionally, but a least he take him out of trance. "Sowwy. Would you like to play?" He showed his little doll to Leo. You can tell which doll belongs to who; all four dolls hair (or what is left of it) were also color coded.

The kid was waiting patiently for his answer. When suddenly they heard a voice coming from the entrance. "kids, I'm home." The little ones didn't wait a minute to rush to their father. "Dad. Daddy. Papá." Was heard from the three.

"How are my little ones?" Asked while he gave all of them a hug. Splinter had brought a bag full of old stuff that he distributed to each one. Donnie had recieved a microscope for kids, the lents were cracked but that didn't bothered him at all. He was super happy. Raph recieved a "new" old bear plush, it looks like they sewed it's arms back together, and that was missing an eye and an ear, but that didn't bothered Raph at all. For Mikey, he recieved a book of stickers, the majority were gone but there were still some left. That didn't bothered him, he was also happy like his brothers.

Leo was watching the wholesome scene in front of him. He could remember how happy they were even with the smallest things like this. It didn't had to be brand new nor expensive for the kids to enjoy it. They were really happy with what they got. And even if it wasn't to their liking, they will still showed a smile because their father gave it to them thinking of them, and that was more then enough. Leo almost let some tears.

"And of course, I wouldn't forget about you, Blue." He was brought back from his thoughts. Splinter handed to him what it seems to be a Jupiter Jim comic. Leo observed the comic in his hands in desbeliefe. Not because he had really great comic of JJ, but because he wasn't expecting a nice surprise like this. Not for him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't read this things no more, do you? I should've known..."

"I love it." Leo interrupt his father he saw that he was so nervous. He didn't want him to think he didn't like it. On the contrary. It might be simple little comic book, but it was being given with love, that makes it special. "Thanks dad." He gave his dad a small hug. Even if Leo thought it wasn't enough gratitude.

Splinter was a little confused, but he still correspond the hug. "Uhm, sure. Anytime." They stood there for a couple minutes more. "Umm, blue. You could let go now. I need to cook us a meal for lunch time."

"Oh right. I'm sorry." Leo immediately let go. And saw how his father vanished into the kitchen.

"So this means our father doesn't give us anymore presents in the future, huh?" Observant. Leo turn to see that one who was asking. Donnie was who approached Leo to ask. It was only him, the other two stood behind playing with their "new" toys. Donnie seemed sad, but with a little bit of hope to think that he might have a different response from what his thinking. "What are you saying, Don-tron? Of course he still gives us presents. Why wouldn't he?" He lied. They're just six years old, and meaning that they'll stop receiving gifts in two years more. Until their dad enters the phase of depression. Leo didn't want them to know that... not yet.

Side note: I did this in honor to Angel and his amaizing blog/Au. If you liked it, I could continue with the small side, side, non-official, fan story. If not, is also fine, (it's my first time writing a story) I would love to hear some feedback and your opinion.

Thank you for reading 💙

-🌸

OK I READ THIS LIKE 3-4 TIMES AAAAAAAAA OMG??? WAAAAAAAA

Thinking bout Spinoff Leo and shaking NY fist at the sky cause man is going THROUGH it. Also him crying over the comic ;-; wAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS CAUSE IT'S REAL GOOD!!!! WAAA

#cryin my eyes out #bawlin #asks #kid leo au #kid leo asks

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emelinstriker · 6 months

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I love how all the asks just blew up with Azure's release, this is funny to me. Meanwhile, I'm still planning my wedding to Wukong and Macaque-

Now, because you're focusing so much on Azure, I don't expect a response to this right away, but here's more brain dump about the wedding details.

So I looked more into polyamorous weddings and found out that they are not legal. It's not legal in many places! Of course, not legal in many places does not mean all places, and therefore I discovered that a man can marry multiple women but a woman can't marry multiple men. However, with further research, I discovered that Africa and Asia are both places where it is legal to marry any type of polyamory and given Wukong and Macaque are technically Chinese, it works! Therefore, if we aren't already in China, We need to jump on the Mink Express and yes, I will have Mink turn into a train for this. Why Mink and why a train, you ask? ... ... Anyways, if we go to China then everything's legal and right and such. But what if we want to marry somewhere specific? That would mean we can only legally marry one with works anyways and I would marry Macaque first so he would legally be our husband. The marriage with Wukong would not be legal and would just be a ceremony announcing the next step of our relationship.

But after all that research, I remembered that the Champions and by extent the Readers care not for the legalities so ignore literally everything I just said. Let's get to the fun stuff, little situations I imagined!:

The cake wouldn't be a normal wedding cake, but fruit cake to better appease to the monkeys taste buds! I imagine it would look like a normal cake but have, like chunks of peach in it or even slices of peach on each layer. I feel like Nezha would convince Red Son to add certain designs and just overall help with the design of the cake. Still don't know how to epxplain my thought process there though......

With the release of Azure, I decided that he would try to take most of the planning off of our shoulders, orchestrating the whole thing according to whatever we wanted. If there was something we wanted and couldn't have for some reason, never fear! He'll fix that up with a stern talking to which might result in him bringing home lunch for the other Champions, if you know what I mean. He would also definitely walk the Reader down the aisle with his little bottom fanged smile!

For you, #1 Oracle Fan Anon, we'll invite the Oracle to the wedding and they'll chill in the back with his colleagues/friends. (sorry if I got any of the wrong, I haven't looked to deep into the Oracle's lore) The Oracle would probably leave as soon as possible unless convinced otherwise by this colleagues/friends.

We would also invite the Wukong, Macaque, and MK (and Red Son?) from the neighboring AU, "The King and his Cub" by theweepingegg. TKC Macaque would be bitter about the whole thing, but I think TKC Wukong would also be another man of honor with ESAU MK. And TKC MK would pull some wacky hijinks with TKC Red Son.

And Mink, how could I have almost forgotten him?! (I think it's because I secretly hold a grudge against him for being too Jax-core. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I don't really like Jax for being Sans-core so this is all giving me major deja-vu) Mink would do the minimal amount of effort into helping but he would get us a gift. A colander in particular. Nothing else. When we open it, he would hold up a finger, signalling to give him a moment, sit in the colander for a brief period of time, then melt out of it and disappear of the rest of the night. Again, I can't explain my thought process here.

The fact that this meme works in not just in a literal, but also a metaphorical sense tho-

But yasss I love those ideas fhgnfhgffghfngh I find it funny though how you did research on poly marriages and just threw it right out the window cuz we ain't goin' with standard weddings up in here fhgnfhgnhfg

#eternal servants au #esau qna #esau x reader #esau memes

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koskela-knights · 7 months

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Random Koskela HCs

Headcanons partially based on what I've seen in the game so far, which includes some of the manuscript pages & the commercials (*Some spoilers ahead thus*)

Ilmo is the younger twin with an age difference of 3 solid minutes

Ilmo's entrepreneur & creative spirit is balanced out by Jaakko's no-nonsense attitude.

However, I like to think that Jaakko has had his share of wacky, wild ideas but happily gives Ilmo the credit for them since most residents already view Jaakko as the less quirky brother.

It was actually Jaakko who came up with the floats they can't show on television.

The Koskelas are inseparable from each other and also from their baseball cap and beanie.

They probably lived in Watery their whole life.

Ilmo looks up to his brother, even though he doesn't always say this out loud.

The brothers have a bunch of tapes with bloopers from their commercials that they watch when drinking beers together after a long day of work.

Every now and then, when the weather's good, they like to race each other on their motorcycles. It got them in trouble more than once with the deputies, but fuck the government and police!

They also like to make long tours on their bikes, taking in the views of the landscape.

Extended Family

Jaakko met his wife who was a tourist visiting Bright Falls. They had kids but in the end it didn't work out with them because his wife was a city woman, plus Jaakko's involvement with so many Koskela businesses left him with little to no time for her.

Still, he has an okay bond with his ex and a good relationship with his kids. They mainly keep contact through e-mail and occasional phone calls. During some holidays, the kids visit Jaakko in Watery.

When the kids were young, Jaakko's built them some toys and mini attractions (like a mini moose spring rider)

Ilmo tried his best to be The Cool Uncle but didn't always succeed where he wanted to. Being a smalltown resident, he was often out of touch with the big city customs and cultures.

Other random stuff

Although the local government isn't always too happy about so many things being owned by the Koskelas, it gives the town their fair share of income and it helps locals get jobs and keep a community feel.

Ilmo took evening classes to become an entrepreneur

He had to grow into his more extroverted persona.

Ilmo hates it when tourists pronounce or write his name wrong. No his name is not Elmo and he doesn't know who that furry red thing is. (There have been instances where Jaakko told naive tourists that 'Elmo' is the correct English version they could use instead)

Ilmo once considered doing tour guides on his motorcycle but Jaakko talked him out of it.

Angsty

Ilmo sometimes feels he has to overcompensate in his achievements. Since he looks up to Jaakko, who is his business partner and has a family, Ilmo fears he will fall behind.

Jaakko wishes his kids would stay in Watery, but knowing how shady the place is, he is glad they live far away from their hometown.

Jaakko was initially afraid to become a dad, but Ilmo hyped him up and supported him through the process.

No matter how many Taken they've killed, it hurts each time. Especially if they've known the person who got transformed.

Jaakko was the first one to kill a Taken, which he did after Ilmo initially hesitated which almost got him heavily injured.

Ilmo isn't superstitious, but there always remained a lingering fear that one day he would turn out like the historical figure Illmari. After the events of AW2, he blames himself heavily for Jaakko's death.

Ilmo has survivor's guilt.

After Jaakko's death, Ilmo can't immediately grieve, because there is still an evil to defeat, plus he still has all his responsibilities for the multiple businesses he runs. But keeping up a facade isn't easy.

Ilmo doesn't know what to tell Jaako's kids. How is he supposed to explain what happened to their father? The only "consolation" is that Jaakko's death was quick, he didn't have to bleed out or anything. Still, it was super messed up and Ilmo has nightmares.

#alan wake 2 spoilers #koskela brothers #jaakko koskela #ilmo koskela #alan wake 2 #alan wake #my posts #headcanons #There it is my random HCs and ideas #my ramblings #my hcs

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lisimcpisi · 8 months

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Bumblebee (2018) and grief

ok time to ramble about another bumblebee movie scene that always breaks me haha live laugh love

Aside from the first scene where Bumblebee meets Charlie for the first time, a moment that is also well-written and executed is when Charlie opens up about his grief to Bee after fixing his radio

One of the things I found interesting was initially in this scene there is some conflict. While there have been some wacky misunderstandings between our duo before (i.e. Bee hiding behind a rock when practicing transforming into his altmode), this has been the only instance thus far in the movie where Bee does something that actively provokes Charlie, and twice in ways that trigger her grief regarding her father.

The first time is when Bumblebee starts up a tape of Charlie's dad cheering her on at a dive meet. Charlie gets defensive and immediately turns it on, saying "Why would you play this??". And immediately Bee backs away, with his arm in front of him, which is a reasonable response. Up until this point, Charlie had been extremely patient and gentle with him, so seeing his friend irritated because of something he did on accident must've been scary. The second time is after Bee gets his radio fixed he gets distracted looking through Charlie's collection of old record, and eventually flips to one that Charlie enjoyed listening to with her dad.

What this movie does best is their quiet moments. Intimate, calm moments with no action. The long shot of Charlie and Bee listening to the record, and Charlie reminiscing the memories she had of her dad, slowly starting to break down, revealing how she's just as vulnerable and scared as Bee was when they first met. And through all this, Bee just listens. Obviously he can't say anything in return, but you can tell he's taking in everything Charlie is saying.

What gets me the most is when Charlie explains her dad died of a heart attack, bee doesn't really react much to it. Probably because he doesn't know the concept of a "heart attack", much less the concept of death to humans. What he does react to is when Charlie says "I never even got to say goodbye". His eyes droop and his demeanor changes. Because he understands that. Remember, he just began remembering who he was on cybertron. The message he got from Optimus Prime was a sign that he had people, he had a home that he was somehow separated from. He's lost something, and he doesn't know when, how ,or why. Just like Charlie. His eyes are filled with so much empathy and care, but doesn't know how to make her feel better. His hand reaches out to comfort her, but hesitates until charlie initiates the hug. She actively reaches out for his comfort, and it's so heartwarming to watch. It shows how their bond has become a little more stronger with them being vulnerable with each other, and showing support.

anyways yea bumblebee is a goated movie

#transformers #maccadams #transformers bumblebee #bumblebee movie #bumblebee 2018 #charlie watson #transformers movie

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tiresomeimagination · 1 year

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I’m learning Spanish right now so I’ve been thinking a lot about the wacky ways Saeyoung would probably try to help you improve your language skills. In this context, italicized dialogue means it’s being spoken in the target/foreign language! Also the small marked off section is supposed to imply it’s over the messenger. Anyways, this was just a short silly idea I had lolol.

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"What'cha working on there?"

came the voice of your boyfriend as he peered over your shoulder to catch a peek at what you seemed so involved in studying at the table.

You chuckled as his fiery curls entered the edge of your vision and you felt him leaning against you. "I've just got to get through this next chapter," you explained, lifting your textbook and turning it so he could read the title. You were taking a foreign language class and it was already so much to remember.

His face lit up at the sight of the title, recognizing the language immediately. "Oh! I know that one! it's pretty easy once you practice it enough."

"Yeah... it's just tough to keep up with the practice I guess..." You groaned, rubbing your face tiredly.

He hummed in thought, absentmindedly resting his hand on your shoulder. "hmm... how about I give you a hand?"

"Uh... well, I guess it would help to drill some stuff with somebody. I'll have a test coming up soon and I'm not sure if I'm ready…" you admitted, assuming he was offering to go through flashcards with you or something.

He gave you a confident grin. "Oh don't worry! You'll be acing your tests in no time after we're done!"

If you had known what he really meant by this, you probably wouldn't have accepted his interference so readily. But it was too late. The gears were already turning and he knew exactly what he was going to do to help you.

You didn't notice the change right away. You got up the next morning and went through your usual routine. It wasn't until you opened the fridge and pulled out a drink that you spotted something so strange you had to do a double take.

The label was in a different language.

"...What…??" You breathed out, your brain struggling to catch up to what was happening. You pulled out a different bottle from the fridge, eyes widening as you found its label had also changed languages.

After a few minutes of rummaging through the cabinets, you realized just about everything had been relabeled in your target language. Once you reassured yourself that you had not gone crazy in your sleep, you came to the conclusion that only one person could be responsible for pulling off something of this scale.

"Saeyoung!!" You called out.

It wasn't long before the culprit in question came strolling in at your call. "Yesss, my honey?" he greeted you casually, and it took you a moment to register that he was speaking your target language.

"Saeyoung, what in the world is going on??" You huffed.

"Immersion really is one of the best learning tools, Y/N. Trust me, I had to pick up a lot of languages on pretty short notice with the agency," he explained, shrugging.

You frowned, brows furrowing. "I understood next to none of that." You grumbled unhappily, hoping he would get the idea and go back to talking normally.

Instead he just laughed, ruffling your hair teasingly. "You'll get the hang of it!"

Oh you were going to kill him.

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[Jaehee] "I can't help but notice that Y/N has been speaking strangely in the messenger today."

[Yoosung] "I noticed that too! I wonder if their phone keyboard is broken."

[Y/N] "Help!! Saeyoung change me messenger. Language stuck!! No use good T-T"

[Jaehee] "...I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't understand what you're trying to say. There's something wrong with your copy of the messenger?"

[707] "Don't worry, they're fine lolol. They're just using a special version today."

[Y/N] "fix language set!! >:( no more help;;"

[707] "You're doing great, honey! ^^"

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You tossed your phone aside with an aggravated groan. Your entire version of the RFA messenger had been switched to your target language, but only on your end. Part of you couldn't help but admire the effort Saeyoung must have put into all of this…but that didn't change the fact that it wasn't exactly the kind of studying you had in mind.

"Aww, is my grumpy little kitty getting tired?" You heard Saeyoung coo from his place beside you on the couch as he wrapped an arm around you.

You just pouted at him, your brain too tired to try decoding all his words.

He chuckled at your expression, leaning in closer. "You did really good today. But of course I already knew my 606 was smart, hehe..." he breathed out softly, finally speaking normally again, much to your relief.

You couldn't stop the bashful smile that spread across your face at his gentle teasing and tender praise.

Your flustered look only spurred him on. He slid closer and leaned towards your ear, slipping effortlessly back into your target language and whispering, "There aren't enough languages in the world to tell you how you make me feel, you know. I love you, agent 606~"

You shivered slightly at the feeling of his breath, recognizing at least one particular phrase in that. Before you could form a coherent response, he brought his lips to yours in a gesture that needed no translation. Maybe his way wasn’t so bad after all if you got rewards like this.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm 707 #mystic messenger x reader #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #bonus: Saeran walks into the room. Saeyoung continues to speak in a foreign language as if nothing is unusual #I...I don't even wanna know... he decides as he nopes out #lolol #this probably isn't one of my best works #I wanted it to just be a short imagine but it was a little trickier during the brain to paper process #ain't that just the way #anyway it's almost 6 am and I haven't slept yet #goodnight tumblr #o7

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freerangeranger · 11 months

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<As students are filing into the lecture hall, Honoria Sorrel can be see fiddling with a projector. The first slide of the powerpoint reads: 'So You Don't Want to be a Ranger?'

Honey straightens up as the slide finally comes into focus, before glancing put at the sea of children still settling into their seats. She purses her lips slightly and wanders across the stage to a podium that had been moved aside - reconvening with Lamp the Sizzlipede who was watching her from atop the wooden stand.

No one can hear her as she speaks to the little fire-bug, although she does hand Lamp the projector control after a few moment.

As the crowd slowly settles - with much hushing from the other adult supervisors - Honoria takes a deep breath, and begins.>

"Hello Campers, welcome! My name is Honoria, and I am a Ranger stationed in Castalia city. Some of you might know me from the Shadow Sky Incident; I was one of many who assisted with relief efforts. I have been afforded the opportunity today to teach you about the Ranger Union and what it can do for you, even if you do not want to become an offical pokemon ranger."

"The Ranger Union is best known for its Area and Field Rangers... but you know, not everyone is cut out for that sort of job.

It's true! When you get older - don't give me that look, you will get older - Your life isn't always going to turn out the way you planned it. Sometimes we hurt ourselves. Maybe you will have a family! Or find that your passion is in engineering or marketing or security. Maybe you just hate being outside or in the field.

And that's okay! Just because you aren't a Ranger doesn't mean the Union is a dead end for you. There are tons of opportunities that people don't know about and most Ranger schools have programs for these jobs as well."

"Let's talk Operators. You all got your phones - yea? Did Miss Ellisa ask you to put them away? Well - not all of you are listening. I see you in the back. Yea, you! Hot tip: If you want to hide your phone, don't turn it on in a dark room. But you my friend might be a perfect fit for an Operator.

Operators are our IT management team for the Union. Prior to the invention of phones they were people who coordinated local Rangers, organized job boards and sent messages between Bases to facilitate smooth operations.

Now that we have satellite radio and modern communications integrated into our stylers, Operators work as a hub of all incoming reports and updates from Rangers in the field. Being knowedgable of software - both new and old - is crucial because if something goes wrong you are able to help with repairs, suggestions and even call emergency services. Not only that! Operators can reassign missions, give constant updates and are often the people who begin and end missions for Rangers. You get to boss us around over the phone - it's great."

"Mechanics! The sister-field of IT. Where operators know what to do when software is on the fritz, Mechanics are responsible for building, maintaining and repairing all of the computers, stylers and other wacky gadgets that rangers use."

"Look at this. Not quite a clunky old styler, huh? My friends, this is the first artifical pokemom leaf ever conceived. It works too! With some grafting you can attach this prosthetic to any grass pokemon that has lost a major body segment and it will provide them with a method of creating their own food. This is what I mean when I say 'mechanics'. Tools and Tech that go beyond your average smartphone.

... although it does help to know how to remove a SIM card from a phone.

If you love the idea of keeping a well oiled machine running or even inventing your own machines on someone else's dime, the Union offers scholarships for high school students - encouraging your to pursure higher education and create something that you can share with the world."

"Not many people know this, but a lot of the research that the Union supports doesn't actually relate to the field of pokemon conservation. True - creating better medical systems and styler technology is benefical to the Union as well as the medical industry. But there is a lot more to it than that. Which leads us to..."

"Acedemia!

Now, this job isn't strictly 'working for the Union'. Your paycheck doesn't solely come from us. However. I don't know how many of you know this - but research is expensive! Last year the pokemon medical industry put 3.5 million dollars into new technology. Thats insane! I could buy the Union for that amount. But it gets used by people who want to know more about the world.

Now this doesn't really get explained to you so I'm going to lay it out here.

"No one knows anything. The smartest, most well known scientist in the world can't tell you everything - heck they can't tell you anything with certainty. And thats how they like it.

The world is wide and vast and so crazy complicated. There are still arguments about photosynthesis, whether or not Flygon is a Bug or Dragon, and how bones heal. And the Union wants to support people who are trying to answer these questions - to create things like the prosthetic leaf and to inform policies to protect and manage pokemon-human interactions."

"Okay. So you don't wanna sit in a stuffy office looking through a microscope all day. But being a Ranger seems very stressful and you don't really want to deal with the people-side of the job.

May I present 'Survey Corps'. These are the enviromental sciences part of the Union. They are the ones responsible for long term monitoring and management of specific at-risk habitat and populations.

Their job is similar to Area Rangers, only if they see signs of human interruption they call the Area Rangers and get the heck out of dodge. Their job is strictly tagging pokemon, taking soil samples, checking water temperature and quality, monitoring construction sites for pokemon nests and even handing out hunting tickets for overpopulated species.

That doesn't tickle your fancy? What's that? You want to pet the pokemon but not get attacked by an angry Ursaring?"

"Rehabilitation is the name of the game! or job. Unsuprisingly there is a massive branch of pokemon welfare within the Union, both for the ride pokemon born and raised in captivity as well as injured pokemon who are going to be re-released. The Union also funds and runs its own breeding programs to reintroduce species back into their original habitats and potentially bring back ancient species that were wiped out by human intervention.

An example - not related to the Union - is with @sneasedtomeetyou who has spent time breeding hisuian sneasel - an extinct poison type - from the recessive genes recently discovered in modern sneasel. It's their hope to reintroduce these species back into Sinnoh because it was recently discovered that certain species of trees grow only after the seed has passed through the digestive tract of certain poison types."

"What? Some of you want to deal with people more than pokemon? Jeez - picky crowd today.

Luckily I have a solution. The Union employs a lot of security forces both in the field and in their buildings. Because there are high risk pokemon in the protection of the Union - no I'm not going to tell you where or what they are, put your hand down - we need security guards who are skilled combatants to protect them. This is a perfect job for professional or aspiring trainers who need a fallback plan or simply don't want to be in the competitive scene anymore.

"In conclusion. The Union employs a wide variety of people with drastically different skills and needs. If you want to be Ranger - go for it! Be the best that you can be. But if you don't, I hope you will consider the opportunities presented here and maybe I'll hear you sometime over the phone telling me...

'Mission Clear!'"

#irl pokemon #pokeblogging #rl pokemon #foster island summer camp #adventures on foster island #honoria lore #pokemon ranger headcanons #pokemon ranger #long post #ranger talks

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happy-tori-friends · 8 days

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For fanfic prompts, maybe a sort of 5+1 things thingie about five times Fliqpy was fronting instead of Flippy and didn't say anything about it, and one time where Splendid mentions the subtle ways that he knows Fliqpy is fronting?

sure thing! i thought about doing this in the magical warrior au bc theres no Wacky Glamour Shenanigans (best way to describe it) that give it away, but its probably a bit easier to just say it is in the same setting as oblivion, but in this particular case the teeth and eye changes aren't applicable. very very sorry for the delay i have Severe Awful Procrastination Disease.

War-related PTSD and fireworks mixed horribly. Explosions brought back memories of the war - and they were usually not good ones. While Flippy took care to prepare himself on days where fireworks were to be expected, sometimes there were assholes that thought that it was cool to shoot fireworks willy-nilly and whenever the fuck they wanted. They both could agree they were cool looking, but the sounds usually triggered them to switch and Flippy to retreat. Plus, Fliqpy himself wasn't fond of the noise either.

Slow blinking, gaining his barings, he looked around the room, grabbing onto something nearby to anchor himself to reality. One breath in, one breath out.

Right, Splendid's house. He was at Splendid's house, sitting on the couch. He looked to his left, and Splendid was sitting there. Beyond him was Splendont, who held the remote and gave him a concerned look.

“You okay?” the redhead asked, and Fliqpy gave a quick nod in response.

“I'm fine,” he muttered, folding his arms and looking away. Splendont was okay enough, but he wasn't here for him. He was here for his brother. A goody-two-shoes hero that Flippy had fallen in love with, and the sentiment was also held by him.

“Do you think whoever shot those had a license?” Splendid turned to his brother, a questioning look in his eye. “Should I go try and find them and make sure they do? I don't want Fliq to get startled again.”

…Hm. While Fliqpy was grateful for the concern, he was also a bit curious. He hadn't said anything about switching. Was it that obvious when they did so? Had Splendid not been watching the movie, or did he simply infer based off of the fact fireworks are commonly associated with triggering PTSD?

Fliqpy was no scientist, and he cared little for the art of it at all. But he was curious… could he actually pass off as Flippy if he didn't say anything? He'd have to do some testing… and hope that both Flippy and Splendid didn't get too irritated when things came out.

–––––

Science usually involved variables, and Fliqpy figured that his variable would be how much he tried to act like Flippy. It was basically the same thing as acting or playing pretend- things he hadn't really done but were probably easy nonetheless. The only other factor was Splendid not being around when he switched, which was easier said than done.

Well, it would have been if Flippy wasn't the tiniest bit intrigued by the idea.

‘It's at least something for you to do, and I will admit that I'm interested in what it takes for him to not notice,’ he'd responded when he was told. ‘It might be good for you.’

There were consensual switches on occasion, mostly when Flippy was having a bad day or when Fliqpy wanted to spend time with Splendid, but this was for a different purpose - science. Maybe. Honestly, he didn't care if it was actually science or not.

“Let's start with a phone call,” Fliqpy smirked, navigating through the phone to contacts and then clicking to call Splendid. Certainly, he could get away with it since Splendid hadn't seen him switch and only had his voice to go off of.

“Hello?”

“Heeey, uh…” Crap, was he at work? In public? Which name was he supposed to use? Flippy usually used Shiver just to be safe, and then Splendid would either continue with that or tell him his real name was okay. So why was he hesitating?! Actually, was Flippy's method alright? What if he was doing hero work and someone overheard his alter ego's name? Would he even answer the phone if he was doing that? Ah, fuck it! “...Shiver.”

There was a chuckle from the other line after the agonizingly long pause between greeting him and saying his name. “Hello to you too, Fliqpy. I'm at home right now, so Splendid is fine.”

Damn, he'd hesitated and that had cost him. He suppressed the growl of frustration from coming out of his throat, though Flippy's giggling from inside his head made him want to let it out even more. ‘If you wanna switch and pretend to be me, I'll let you talk to him.’

’Hey, it's your experiment, not mine. I'm just observing,’ Flippy replied, humor still evident in his tone.

…Well, he was right, but…

“Is everything okay?” Splendid asked, worry evident in his voice. “Did something happen?”

Shit, someone needed to say something. “Uh. No. Just called to say hi. Because I, uh, like talking to my boyfriend and I get bored sometimes.” God, he needed to get better at making excuses quickly when it came to Splendid. Did love really make him that nervous? Fliqpy, usually so good at improvising and coming up with plans on the fly, rendered unable to do so because Splendid made his heart flutter and skip a few beats.

“Oh,” Splendid let out a breath, a slight hint of nervous laughter in his voice. “Really? That's… I miss you too sometimes.”

Well, even if he didn't get the expected result, he did get a pretty good one instead.

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The next time he met with Splendid, the switch hadn't been consensual, and Flippy had retreated into the headspace. Splendid was expecting to visit and see Flippy today, so it was definitely a good time to test his acting skills.

He knocked on the door, waiting for the cyan haired man to answer. His hands rested on his hips, and he tapped his foot impatiently. Would Flippy act like this? Probably not, but it was all part of his experiment.

Of course, all of his hopes were dashed the instant Splendid opened the door.

“Fliqpy?” he asked, tilting his head. “...Have people been shooting fireworks near your house like what happened the other night? Or was this a nightmare? Wait, this must've been a nightmare - who would shoot fireworks when it's still light outside?”

Fliqpy suppressed the urge to show a frustrated scowl on his face as the other rambled on. He was glad to spend time with Splendid but his experiment hadn't gone well again. Was he really that obvious?

“...Ah. Sorry. I went off on a tangent there, didn't I?” Splendid let out a nervous chuckle as he moved to let him inside. “I suppose it doesn't matter why you switched, so come inside. Let's spend some time together.”

“Right,” Fliqpy muttered softly, following after his boyfriend. Next time, he'd have to try really hard.

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“Maybe try a phone call again? Or try and surprise him?” Fliqpy muttered to himself, arms folded across his chest. “Either way, I need to practice my Flippy impression…”

Flippy was patient, calmer, friendlier… He just had to be those three things in order to fool him, right? Maybe he just… wasn't a good actor?

“Haha,” Flippy laughed slightly, “I'm surprised you haven't given up yet. You're prone to rage quitting when you get frustrated.”

“Shut up,” Fliqpy snarled. “Don't patronize me, I'll make Splendid hate you.”

Flippy let out another laugh. “How do you plan to do that? He's always picked up on it being you right away.” Damn! Was he this irritating when he spoke while Flippy was fronting?

The doorbell rang, and he scoffed. Great. It was probably Lumpy coming to ask for something like sugar. Now he probably had to explain himself - or maybe he could pretend… If he fooled Lumpy, that'd make him feel better about all this.

Fliqpy lightly smacked his cheeks and smiled, hoping it didn't seem too forced, before he made a beeline for the door. The doorbell rang again and he held back his annoyance. “I'm coming!” he said, making extra sure he used the same tone that Flippy usually used.

When he opened it, he was surprised not to find Lumpy, but instead Splendid. He stiffened in surprise, especially so when Splendid wrapped his arms around him.

“Hi, Fliqpy. I was in the area, so I thought I'd stop by.”

‘Hi, Fliqpy.’ ‘Hi, Fliqpy.’ ‘Fliqpy.’

What. The. Fuck.

“Heeeey,” Fliqpy managed to get out, only half returning the hug. He was happy to see him, but he noticed immediately. Again!

‘This is hilarious,’ Flippy teased, and the only reason Fliqpy didn't punch him is because they shared the same body and he didn't really want to hit himself.

‘Straighten up, soldier,’ he told himself, not wanting to be a shitty boyfriend and upset Splendid. “Nice to see you. Uh, come inside.” He took a deep breath and accepted that it wouldn't be this time. But it would definitely be next time.

––––––

This time, he was going to fool Splendid for sure. And if not… well, maybe he'd concede it was impossible.

Fliqpy took a deep breath, waiting outside the cafe they planned to meet at and checking his phone. Just act natural, normal, but like Flippy. No need to try and force anything. That was the key.

He heard footsteps and he looked up to see his boyfriend - wearing the dorky glasses that he used as a disguise. “Oh, hey Shiver,” he greeted, offering a wave.

Splendid's mouth made a slight ‘o’ shape, and Fliqpy raised an eyebrow. “What? Something wrong?”

The cyan haired man shook his head. “No, nothing's wrong. It's just… I feel that I should be asking you that. You've been fronting a lot more, Fliqpy.”

“What?!” Fliqpy exclaimed. “But-! But-!”

‘Seems you were just a bit too obvious,’ Flippy teased, but Fliqpy was not in the mood for it.

Enough was enough. Fliqpy was giving up. It was not often he fully retreated, but he just didn't want to be right now. Flippy could have his date, and he could have his time to seethe.

–––––

The anger dissipated with time, though he still remained frustrated - more with himself. Was he truly that obvious? He liked to think he could be a good actor if he really tried, and he had been trying!

…It didn't matter anymore, and though he loathed doing so, he had admitted defeat. But he had to know what he did wrong.

And so that was what led Fliqpy to begrudgingly admit everything just for answers. And to… force a switch without permission, but he was sure that Flippy wouldn't be too mad about it.

“Splendid,” he murmured upon gaining his bearings, “...I got a question. How… do you know it's me? Like, when I don't tell you. I was trying to see if I could fool you, to see what it would take but every single time, you knew. And it pissed me off, because I was really trying my fucking best!”

“Oh,” Splendid let out a breathy chuckle, “so that's why I was seeing so much of you.”

Fliqpy nodded, staring at his lap and cracking his knuckles. Splendid placed an arm around him and pulled him closer, making him let out a disgruntled noise.

“For starters, you speak in a lower tone of voice than Flippy does, and you react a lot differently when I show you affection,” Splendid chuckled, stroking his shoulder. “Your body language is different too, and you tend to speak more bluntly, less formally than Flippy. Maybe it's because I know both of you very well, but it's easy for me to tell.”

His green eyes blinked and he frowned. “Oh. Huh. So, you think that someone who didn't know us would get fooled?”

“Maybe. Someone perceptive might be able to tell, but if it were someone you've interacted with only a few times, then I imagine they might not realize.”

So, the only reason he'd failed was because Splendid knew him way too well. It made a lot of sense, though Fliqpy was still a bit irritated that he hadn't managed to fool him at all. At least he knew why though and-

His face suddenly heated up as he realized it was because Splendid loved him. It was because he was loved that Splendid took care to make note of those distinctions and store them in his memory.

“Ha,” he muttered, relaxing into the touch. “You're so into us, it's not even funny.”

“Hm?” Splendid turned to look at him, a knowing smile on his face. Of course he'd heard it - he had super hearing, but he probably wanted to see if Fliqpy would repeat it and own up to it.

Instead, he looked away, face flushed. “Nothin’.”

Maybe his experiment had failed, but he'd learned something from it, and he was going to take it to heart.

#tori talks #asks #requests #supertroopers ☄️🏅🔪#fliqpy 🔪#splendid ☄️#flip n dont r there too but this isnt about them

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bitacrytic · 2 years

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Words on stage

There were benefits to giving someone with Porsche's wackiness access to a lot of money. Sometimes, Kinn wanted to interfere because Porsche was new to all this. He'd been head of the minor family for nearly a year now. But Kinn had been at this all his life.

There were somethings that just didn't need to be paid for.

It was hard to explain that to Porsche, though. Because, technically, it was his money now. If he was responsible for it's generation, he'd disperse it anyhow he wanted and there was nothing Kinn could do about it.

This time, it was a night at the theater, but the first rows had been cordoned off, along with the stage, when they'd arrived. He was led into the area where he found a very familiar set up of his former apartment. The one he used to share with Porsche when they first got together.

But it was on a stage. In a theater.

A man walked on stage. If Porsche wasn't sitting beside Kinn, his hand in Kinn's lap, Kinn would think he was the man on stage. When he sat on the replica of Kinn's bed, another man entered the stage. This time, he resembled Kim. But he didn't have the same flighty movement that Kinn's baby brother had. He was more flat on his feet with his chest out, almost like...

"Is that supposed to me?"

"Sshhhhh," Porsche said, moving behind Kinn, on the big plushy cushion that had been laid out for them as he sat down pulling Kinn to lean on him.

"Is this play about us?"

"Just enjoy the show."

And it was a good show. The two men kissed, they laughed, they shared a glass of wine that somehow ended up moving from one mouth to another in a way that would have been disgusting if Kinn wasn't watching it happen to a man that looked like Porsche. Because anything was sexy if was being done to Porsche.

As the clothes came off, and the men began speaking, teasing each other, saying dirty, sexy things to each other, Kinn paused. He realized that he recognized the dialogue.

Shit, he recognized the dialogue.

"Porsche, what's this?"

"Don't you know already?" Porsche asked, his hands unbuttoning Kinn's shirt. He leaned in to whisper. "It's your favorite story."

Kinn wanted to cringe away, but Porsche caught his earlobes between his teeth. Kinn gulped.

"It's not... it's not what you think."

"Are you going to deny that the most read story on your reading list is the one where we-"

Kinn turned around and covered Porsche's mouth with his hand.

"How did you find it?" Kinn asked. "How did you even find out about the site?"

"I went through your phone." Porsche resumed taking off Kinn's buttons, one by one. "Found your darling website." Pulled the shirt off, while the men on the stage had started to get down to business, with breathy moans sounding in the speakers around them. "What an extensive reading list you've got going."

"So you hired cast and crew to put it on a play?" Kinn asked, reaching back to touch Porsche while Porsche continued to undress him.

"I put a cast and crew on retainer for a bunch of plays. Would you like to see more?"

Of all the ways to spend money, this was probably the best. Right then and there, Kinn figured he'd never complain about Porsche's expenditure. He turned to Porsche, pulling him into a kiss.

"I love you."

"I know you do," Porsche said, as the first orgasm of the night hit, right on the stage.

♧♧♧

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#kinnporsche #the mansion of men

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tinyravenfeathers · 2 years

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Ceremony! By TinyRavenFeathers, your celebrant and ministeroni

Dearly beloved, who are all descended from pirates, we are gathered here today (while wearing colanders on our heads to prove our faith) to join chronicoverachiever and hug-them-trees in the semi-realistic and 45% holy bonds of matrimony under the auspices of Great Big Meatballs Itself, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, may Its Noodly Appendages never whither in vain.

Chronic and Hug, you have come here today of your own free will and, in the presence of your narwhals and space coconuts, have declared your love of Charlie Cox and commitment to this ongoing joke that is now, like, a month old.

As you know in the Pastafarian religion, there’s a beer volcano in heaven. And you know who else likes a beer volcano? Matt Murdock! You cannot tell me that Josie's beer wouldn't make an awesome Beer Volcano! And Matt Murdock, who is played by Charlie Cox and coincidentally, was the subject of a gif I added to a comment about keeping one’s temper that…and here’s where it gets weird! caused these two awesome people to plan this trading of pasta-rings or at least of pixels, would definitely approve. If that’s not pirate-y enough for you, chomp on this: Beer Volcano Matt Murdock. Bam. You see what I’m cooking here? It’s like the Flying Spaghetti Monster dripped marinara all over this!

And that’s what tumblr and Pastafarianism is all about! It’s the pure serotonin that happens when mutuals get on the same wavelength and keep a bit going for about 100 posts. I don't know if it's actually been 100, I wasn't keeping track. Do you think I type like this all the time? No! No one else will read this, especially that dude from 20 years ago that I had a crush on who insinuated he'd like to read my fanfic and I really hope he doesn't, because it's a mess. There's no way it's going to make a good impression on him. Seriously, just an absolutely directionless three-legged dog of me trying to find myself as a writer. I'm just writing it to make myself happy.

It limps along but you know the thing about dogs? They never feel sorry for themselves. We see a three-legged dog and go 'awwww, poor puppy!' and the dog is like 'hey, I'm still moving and doing my thing, everything's copasetic!' And likewise, no one else has to read my stupid and ill-conceived double-derived drivel. It's mary-sue-esque, half-insert fluff and smut (and thanks for the encouragement in that area @jenksel ! You will be my downfall. Much love!) that probably tells people way too much about me and I'm constantly 20 minutes from nuking my entire online presence from orbit. Kill it with fire!

And hey, speaking of killing things with fire, I really do want to go to Burning Man, where apparently there's a metric ton of skinny people throwing an art show and being wacky in the desert. That's enough for anyone who's ever enjoyed a sammich to eventually have an existential crisis. They ought to fly the Samaritans out there just for moral support and occasional free rub-downs with SPF 80+. And now please notice that this nefarious plan will put elderly British people in the middle of the Nevada desert; if the juxtaposition of Burner culture and Colonizer culture is not comedic gold waiting to happen, I'll eat my stylish pirate hat. I'm hoping for Are You Being Served? but with sunburn.

Seriously though, deserts are dangerous on all levels for humans, which is why most of ancient humanity spent a ton of energy on leaving the freaking desert.

But one thing my extensive research about Burning Man has turned up: You are responsible for your well-being. Eat the strawberries if a tiger is coming for you, babes. Write the words, dance in the moonlight, drink the mead, crush on the person you might have had a chance with, or the ones that will never know your name. Take responsibility for your own happiness. Whatever you decide to do, the Flying Spaghetti Monster hopes you will maximize your well-being and the well-being of all sentient beings, on this, your 45% of a special day and every day.

Thus, by the powers vested in me by the interwebs, webber-netters, Charlie Cox although he doesn’t know it, Matt Murdock who knows it even less, AskANinja, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster Itself, I now pronounce you person and other person and maybe Charlie Cox even though he's already married and Catholic to boot, we won't hold that against him. You may now trade pasta-rings if you got them, pixels if you don’t. The shoes and Cadbury eggs are for everybody.

Rock on. R'Amen!

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@chronicoverachiever @hug-them-trees

I'm scheduling this for as early as possible on August 13th so it will appear first thing on your dash. Right now it's 11 PM on the 12th for me, so I'm going to bed!

Much love,

Tiny

#moon wedding #wedding #cadbury #charlie cox #matt murdock #flying spaghetti monster #note to self #this is the most awesome thing Ive ever done #it doesnt make a #but yet it does #and here we are #love you guys #gals #whatever you are #cadbury eggs 4 lyfe

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arcxnumvitae · 1 year

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P E A C H (Iomhar)

@lunarxdaydream || Sexy ABCs

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ? Were they caught ? Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

Hoo boy, has he. Iomhar loves public sex, and the riskier, the better. Rather than whatever reaction it elicits in him (because there is no worry about him being caught) what makes it enjoyable for him is when his partner is the one worrying about getting caught. Their reactions, their slight panic, the way it turns them on regardless, he just soaks alllll of that in.

Sometimes he's engaged in things in a public place intentionally, and others it just occurred by happenstance. Considering how much he has sex and how many years he's been around, getting caught a time or two is pretty inevitable. Sometimes it ended with one or more party getting flustered (never him though) and the third person excusing themselves. Other times it's actually ended up with the newcomer joining things. Truly, to live a day in the life of Iomhar's wacky hijinks.

Maybe it's the fae in him but he likes doing it in nature, even if the danger isn't as present as more populated places. I don't know, he just thinks that the backdrop of the greenery and trees accentuates the beauty of the person he's with, triply so if it's in Seelie. Barring that, nothing like a good old fashioned nearby alleyway or bathroom if he's feeling especially impatient.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

I've joked before and I've joked again, what isn't he willing to try? Iomhar mainly derives his pleasure from how good his partner is feeling, so if they want to try something that would really get him going, barring a few absolute no's, Iomhar's likely going to find it hot in the way it makes them react. At this point there is absolutely nothing he's been curious about that he hasn't managed to try out hahaha.

And of course things have gone wrong, be it someone moving past an established boundary or they themselves realizing the thing they were trying out wasn't working for them like they would have thought. Barring any actual malice or ill intent on the part of another though, Iomhar had always been pretty good with chalking the experiment as a no and moving on to the next thing.

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

Also another thing where whatever his partner wants, he'll provide. Iomhar himself has no particular needs when sleeping with casual flings. If they want to cuddle, he'll cuddle. They want a bath or a shower, he's up to run the water. They rather he head on out while they clean themselves up, sure he's already gone. He's the chameleon of sex I guess.

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ? Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ? Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

Oh absolutely. Nothing panics Iomhar more than the thought of a surprise kid for reasons that are too detailed and slightly heavy to get into during this casual headcanon meme response. He always insists on using protection, and so to that end when he's with someone who could get pregnant then unprotected sex is not happening. There have been a few whoopsie moments, but thankfully, helped probably a huge part in his fae genes, nothing ever came from them.

As for different types of condoms, he find the variety a hilarious human innovation. It's just so funny to him, they made one taste like artificial strawberries! Just for the fun of it, he likes trying out different kinds if he ever comes across a new one.

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ? Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

Answered here!

#lunarxdaydream #{N.s.f.w #{Iomhar Answers #{Iomhar Headcanon

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Feb 6

Dear Dad

I forgot to say it yesterday, but we’re somewhere safer. At least a bit more than the last place was when we left.

Defintely no dragons, so that’s a win.

Being out in the snow for like a week wasn’t great. Neither was letting out the dragon, but I think that’s just something I’m going to have to live with.

On the upside, at least, the weather seems to be warming up, or I’m getting used to freezing. Maybe I’m turning into an ice monster for my hand in the genocide last week.

I think it would be a more or less fair result of my hand in everything.

But I probably shouldn’t beat myself up so much about it. Granted, this is a thing that’s a lot worse than the things teenagers usually beat themselves up over. Most of the time, it’s like a failed test or staying out too late and getting grounded.

People are dead because I chose to act instead of sitting back.

I think everyone’s tried to talk to me about it now. We’re somewhere safe. we’re trying to adapt again. I guess it’s time to talk about all this.

Which, again, there’s not much that I can do about what’s already done, but the others are right that I’m way beating myself up over it.

So I’ve tried not to. And I’m going to try not to be here talking to you.

So we’re in this weird magical world. Where there are portals and magic. And genecidal dragons.

And Grace’s birthday. Well, it was a couple of days ago when we were all trying very hard not to look at each other, talk to each other, or think about how we helped a city get leveled. But anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about today.

Grace turned 15 a couple days ago, and she hid it from the rest of us. I don’t know why. Maybe she just doesn’t like to celebrate, or she doesn’t want to celebrate here. It could be any reason. But it’s Grace’s birthday week, and we needed something good to think about, to talk about. Something.

We’ve been in this new place for a couple days. I don’t know for how much longer, though. We haven’t really talked about that.

But I found a cake because birthdays need cakes. I don’t think it was a cake that Grace liked very much, and it was kinda expensive for what it was. Really, it was just like a sweet bread with some sweet syrup or something on it, but it was kind of tasty. Enough to call it a cake, I think.

We celebrated together and talked about how cool Grace is, how much we love her, and what family birthday traditions are back home. Talked about all kinds of things, most of them happy, and everyone was happier than they’d been in days. I think.

I wish she’d told us. it’s not like it would have changed anything, anything at all, but maybe we could have been distracted sooner. Or maybe it was unfair of us to use Grace’s birthday to push back on the things, on the feelings that we’ve been feeling. To push back the things that I’ve been feeling.

But we still did our best to make it a good birthday.

No presents but we joked a lot, the stories everyone told were hilarious. I didn’t know Reese made all the cakes for his family events. He said he’s got an art to making something called wacky cake that’s really good and the only thing people can apparently agree on eating for birthdays. I guess there’s a lot of allergies in his family.

Now, I don’t know if I believe it, but Riley said her friend group usually takes turns kidnapping the birthday person and going out on a boat to someone’s cabin and then having a party mostly away from family and responsible adults who would stop them. I don't think you'd approve of some of the things she said they do, but there’s not much that I or you can do about it. But I think I, at least, will avoid having a Riley-style party. But if we’re still here when her birthday comes around, maybe we’ll do something like that for her.

Or at least, maybe we’ll be able to plan something. I don’t think any of us asked when anyone else’s birthdays are. Or were. No, I think now it is right. We still have them even if we’re stuck here.

It was a good night, even with everything looming over us.

We’re going to keep trying, keep planning, keep hoping. And, even though it’s hard, keep believing.

I don’t know where the road we’re on is going to lead us, I don’t know how long it’s going to take, but I can keep trying to get home.

Hope we’ll be home for our next birthday(s) at least. I’d really rather not spend another year here.

Love Jack

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You know what I'll never understand? Why the people of the Internet in general have this irrational hatred for Summer. Seriously, spend time on Twitter or any social media, and you'll see: The level of fanaticism and one-sidedness demonstrated by the Autumn and Winter crowds is really alarming. They will piss and moan about Summer before it even starts, and they've even gone as far as to declare Autumn and Winter seasons supreme above all others in the most arbitrary manner...because apparently to them, it's criminal to like or want the heat or enjoy barbeques over being huddled into your own house and unable to do anything (or in their words, "being cozy"). Hell, they expect everyone to feel sad for them when Summer heat hits, but they care fuck-all about anyone negatively affected by the cold of Winter or Autumn and give nothing but simple-minded responses at best, and insensitive or tone-deaf responses like "Skill issue" or "weak ass immune system" (as if humans were meant to be immune to disease or live in the cold) at worst...the latter, more often than not.

Given most of these assholes are hikikomori-types or extremely suburban, it's no shock that Winter and Fall are popular on the Internet unlike in the real world where Spring and Summer are loved. These fuckers probably don't even know there's an entire world outside their weird seasonal supremacy cult. But seriously, what the fuck is their deal? Why are the Autumn and Winter crowd such assholes about it? And why do they expect everyone to hate the heat and love being forced to wear mounds of clothing?

As someone whose favourite season is Summer, I agree.

I say Summer is a season of high highs and low lows, lowest low easily being the heat and the humidity. However, everything else compensates for it. Nature comes alive and it's a lot easier to just go outside and go for a walk. I am lucky enough to live near the coast, so it's nice to go and feel the ocean breeze.

I suppose people posting those takes are from americans living in mid-west or people in UK, because everyone else experiences Summer differently. To some people, there is NO Winter or Fall, like those who live near the equator. I say those people are also more justified in their complaints.

However where I live, Summer is a time of many different weathers. I haven't experienced a drought here since 2018 or so. So every year you get the sunny days, you get the rain, thunder and days when there is just hostile winds. I enjoy the variation, there are days when you can stay inside at the comfort of your home, or days when you're just desperate to go outside. Not to mention it's the season that is the most fun to travel, if you can afford it.

I do get why some people might like the winter but Fall? Fall is depressing time for me, for both personal reasons and weather reasons. Fall weather is like summer but toned down and I just get depressed looking at all the leaves turn yellow and then fall. Yeah, we don't get the wacky fall colors here unless you happen to live much further to the north. I do still get why people like Fall though.

I used to enjoy Spring but in recent years we've been getting a lot of back winters so that kinda takes away the fun.

#questions

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lightbringer-ultimate · 1 year

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Shad Plays Future Redeemed: 📻

Warning a big chunk of this has me theory crafting.

OKAY

What

WHY

How

Radio with Vector branding? Same Vector that made KOS-MOS in Xenosaga?

The radio mentions Project Exodus and mentions an Arc Ship called Icarus, which fits the naming convention of Xenoblade X.

But also name drops DIMITRI? XENOSAGA AGAIN?

Look Na'el and Matthew's Heart to Heart is probably really wholesome and sweet but YEAH NO I WAS LOOKING AT THE SUBTITLES ABOVE.

Some people in the Xenoblade netspace claim that the Xenoblade X nods here are like...just nods and aren't really confirming anything while the Saga stuff should be important.

Look. That's a bias, plus I really think something more deep is going on here. Something that's kinda big? Takahashi is definitely cooking a buffet for us.

What I mean here is, okay okay hear me out. Monolith might be getting the Xenosaga IP back? Namco hardly does anything special with it other than have Tales characters wear the corpse that the games have become.

The last major appearance any Xenosaga character has had was in Xenoblade 2. And then we get this.

We have lore from artbooks that already confirmed the possibility that Vector exists in Xenoblade given they're still responsible for KOS-MOS (And Tel-os too) and with it being in Alpha's memory space it retroactively explains things just like a lot of things.

I don't want to turn this gameplay summary into just a huge theory board but it's like...I GOTTA take a whack at this.

Yes X has aliens and Saga doesn't , big woop. Xenoblade already established alternative dimensions and the possible way to interact with them via things like the Conduit.

What if a Vector exists in a world where there IS sentience beyond Earth? It's possible! Keep in mind that KOS-MOS is canonical to Xenoblade 2, as she's in base game.

Future Redeemed established that all quests you do are canonical as is fighting every Unique Monster.

So Rex at some point woke KOS-MOS.

Its mentioned in the artbook that both battle androids were on the World Tree and fell to the clouds if my memory is correct.

The idea of core crystal technology wasn't nearly at the point it becomes once 2 starts, but given Vector exists...this version of of the company probably used core crystal tech in their designs. Not sure if Klaus believed in open source but like...KOS-MOS definitely knows what the World Tree really is.

Okay yeah I'm scraping just the surface of Xenosaga stuff but like, I feel under qualified to talk about it. Leave that to the diehards.

But X I feel perfectly qualified in.

We see a reformed world in the post credits scene with SOMETHING careening down to it. Saga fans will claim we're looking at somewhere important from their game, but X fans will say its Mira. Meaning what we see falling is either the White Whale...or a Saga Spoiler.

Keep in mind this is a Xenoblade game.

It's probably Mira and the White Whale. Which yes, would be conflicting since "WELL THEN WHY HAVE THE VECTOR STUFF AND MENTION DIMITRI AND ALL THAT?! THERE'S SPACE COLONIZATION. "

X had a lot of Saga blood for sure, but this seems to pretty much hint that something wacky is happening in greater Xenoblade lore.

Earth went BOOM in X, but Klaus destroyed it/split it in the trilogy. So that's the argument people make. How can the reformed world be Mira if earth died a different way in X?

I...I really don't have an answer other than it's possible that Mira has some strange way of pulling other universes peoples in to preserve life because it's core is Origin or something?

Look I'm stretching here I'll admit. But I'm just wondering if time and space warping caused something?

This DLC broke me, Matthew says his full name at the end confirming that the house titles are indeed Last Names and as far as I care, Ortiz is Shulk's and Rodes is Rex's since that's the last names their kids chose to use at least.

They fused into a huge mech. Alpha's second phase belongs in Bayonetta, N actually has pretty damn good writing with depths I didn't expect.

But I'm still not gonna calm down about that DAMN RADIO!

Edit: Okay so after giving more thought, I can see the Xenosaga connections more clearly, and yeah they're important. Namco did snag the copyright to Xenosaga a while back (the Fandom went nuts). And while I don't think the future connections will be as glaringly obvious as some might hope, I do see Namco popping in to allow references moving forward. I expect them to use X substitutes when needed if they can't agree to do __

X definitely is its own separate universe within the multiverse, but I would at least say that hypothetically some characters from X would exist in a Trilogy universe, just not in the same exact roles due to timeline wackiness. (No Elma though, she would break the No Xenoforms rule).

#liberation and revenge #xenoblade 3 spoilers

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Peace

Karl Heisenberg x reader, Ethan Winters and the other Lords x platonic!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RE8!!, insinuations to smut, talks about having children

Author’s Note: this is so wacky and i just now finished it. Its just for fun and an excuse to write domestic resident evil 8 characters. I had a blast doing it. Also it was loosely influenced by @/nerdymixedpan on tiktok who makes this kind of AU stuff! Highly recommend their tiktoks

Summary: An AU where Ethan didn’t kill any of the Lords and was convinced to stay, leave Mia (the crazy chick who tried to kill him and also worked for a sketchy company prior to that) and raise Rose with the Lords and the reader.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You were walking around Dimitrescu castle, as you often did. You hopped between places when you could. You always went to sleep at the Heisenberg factory but you did get along well with the other Lords and liked to pay them a visit when you could.

It was actually Cassandra who asked for your presence. You had heard of course that the village was being attacked but you didn’t mind too much about that at the moment. Cassandra wanted you over at the castle, to try and talk some sense into Ethan Winters.

You had heard of Ethan at that point, of course. Everyone had. The father of the infamous Rose. But you didn’t think you would get to meet him.

So you came over there and knocked on Alcinas bedroom door. She swung it open, gazing down at you. She was no longer surprised when she came over and usually was quite pleased to have someone to talk to. Rarely did she speak to people outside her daughters and Mother Miranda and she had a responsibility to those people. She didn’t have a responsibility to you.

“What brings you along here? We’re a bit busy. I assume you’ve heard Ethan WInters has escaped Heisenbergs grasp.” You let out a huff of air and nodded.

“Yes, he was not pleased when he came back home. Cassandra called, said I should try and talk to him.”

“Cassandra wants him murdered.”

“Maybe she has some sympathy because of the baby,” you suggested. You gestured to the large castle. “Any idea where I can find him?” She shook her head, exasperated.

“If I had any idea, don’t you think I would have gone to find him already?” You nodded stiffly.

“I will look for him myself then. If you find a short person not in robes, double check to make sure it’s not me before you claw them,” you told her. She gave you a small smirk before you turned around and started back down the stairs.

You had free reign of the castle and had learned its insides and outs at this point. On occasion the girls asked you to stay over and hang out for a little while longer so you had slept there as well.

You started to check a couple of the rooms, walking around haphazardly. It was when you came to a room on the main floor that you found the Duke. He sat there and raised his eyebrows at the sight of you.

“You aren’t Ethan Winters,” he said.

“Ah so you’ve seen him. Care to point me in the right direction?” Duke shrugged a bit.

“He’ll be here eventually if you care to wait.” You let out a sigh. You could go searching but it was a sure bet that he will return to this spot. You pulled up a chair from the table there.

“Alright then. You selling any good food?”

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Ethan came running into the room as you were enjoying a nice dish. You stood up quickly, putting your dish down on the table. He had his gun up but dropped it at the sight of you.

“Are you a villager? Do you need help getting out?” he asked, clearly out of breath. You scoffed and shook your head.

“No, no. I’m here to talk to you Ethan.” He was still clearly frazzled. You grabbed your dish and held it up to him. “Care for some food?” you asked, hopefully as a peacemaker. He looked between you and the food and saw that you at least looked human.

He put his gun in his holster and took the food from you.

“Alright. What do you want to talk to me about?” he asked, sitting down at the table. “Who are you anyway?”

“This is Karl Heisenberg's pet,” said the Duke. You scoffed.

“Shush up, you’re not helping.” You sat beside Ethan. “Ethan, I know where Rose is.”

“You know where Rose is?! Where is she?!”

“Shush, let me finish.” You cleared your throat. “This whole thing, all of it, is about Mother Miranda. She took the place of Mia to try and take Rose away. She believes Rose will be a good vessel. Ethan, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl, none of the Lords are your enemy. It’s just Mother Miranda.”

“Well it looks like everyone is trying to kill me.” You shook your head.

“If you helped them kill Mother Miranda, they will let you keep Rose. In fact, I have it on good authority that most of them would love to help take care of her.” Ethan stared at you for a minute and leaned back. He had some food on his chin. You handed him a napkin and he took it gratefully. “And Ethan...Mia told Mother Miranda that you...you’re not exactly human.”

His eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re mold Ethan.” He was silent for a very long time. Everything raced through his head. Why would he want to stay here? Granted the castle was nice...and these people did know how to save Rose...it would protect him from anything else Chris had planned that he didn’t know about.

And apparently, Mia had been keeping this secret for God knows how long.

It all seemed like too much for him.

“Take a second to take that in. I don’t want to rush you but I have to talk to the daughters about it.”

“You swear they’ll help me with Rose?”

“No one wants her to die, Ethan. We want Mother Miranda gone.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m human. I’m not mold, I’m not an experiment. Just human. If I could live a happy life here, why can’t you and Rose?”

That made sense. If anything made sense, that did. Ethan took a deep breath.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?”

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Some Time After The Death of Mother Miranda

“Have you seen Rose? She’s getting bigger everyday.” Karl was speaking when he walked into your room. You were sitting on the bed, flipping through a book. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your face.

“What, now that you’ve killed Mother Miranda you’ve moved on to caring about the village baby?” you questioned, putting your hand in your palm. He gave you a look but you ignored him.

“You act as though you don’t want a baby every time you see her,” he commented. You scoffed.

“And it always ends up being pretty pleasurable for you doesn’t it?” You grabbed his hand and pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re damn right.” He brought your hand up to kiss it. “Ethan’s going to Moreaus today, to swim around with Rose. He invited you,” Karl said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did he invite me or do you want a nice night again?” He kissed your hand again and then kissed your wrist.

“You won’t know until you get there.”

“Fair point my love, fair point.” You kissed his cheek and got up. “I have lunch with Donna but I’ll try and catch up with Ethan afterwards. I may make it, I may not.” You slid off the bed. “Guess you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

He wanted to get up and drag you back but you were already walking out the door.

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Ethan was by the water, holding Rose in his lap. She was truly getting bigger every day. Moreau was standing beside them, dry now. Ethan’s hair was damp. They must have just gotten done swimming.

“Good of you to join us,” Ethan said as you walked over.

“Salvatore, Ethan…” You leaned over Ethan to look Rose in the eyes. “Little Rosey. How was swimming you guys? Sorry it took so long, I was with Donna and lunch went overtime.” You sat down beside them.

“Rose was perfect,” Moreau said. “She’s a quick learner!” You nodded, looking over at her. You brought your finger up to her and she latched onto it.

“I believe it,” you said. Ethan locked eyes with you.

“I wanted you to come because I heard that Chris was trying to get into the factory.” You raised an eyebrow. You wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned against them.

“He’s still trying to get in here? I thought once Miranda was killed he would leave us alone.” Ethan shook his head.

“Apparently he wants Rose because she’s an asset now,” he muttered but he was looking down at his daughter who was reaching up to his face. He sighed. “She’s getting hungry.”

“You should probably take her back to the castle then.” That was where Ethan usually slept with her. He figured it would be easiest to keep Rose safe with four vampires around at all time that adored her.

“Yes my sister will be wondering where you are,” Moreau said. You nodded in agreement.

“I’ll tell Karl about Chris although I don’t think he’ll get past the Lycans. Then he has to worry about the machines that Karl makes and those are a hassle too. Not the brightest, but a hassle,” you admitted, standing. “I’ll walk you back.” Ethan nodded. You turned to Moreau. “I’ll see you later as well. Try to catch up on the TV show we were watching, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

“I will, of course!” he exclaimed. You smiled and then turned back to walk with Ethan and Rose back up to the Castle. You got into the boat.

“Can you hold her while I steer?” Ethan asked. You nodded and took Rose from him, cradling her in your arms. She was looking around, ever the well behaved child. Ethan started the boat and then you were off.

There was a few minutes of silence as he started to catch his bearings and you played with Rose. You and Ethan had grown close over the weeks he had lived there. He rarely knew peace and didn’t trust it that much but you always assured him that it would be alright.

“I was thinking of maybe starting to rebuild the village,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“By yourself?” You scoffed.

“No, obviously not. I’d get the help of everyone. Donna and Angie already wanna pitch in and I figure I could guilt trip Karl into helping, with his whole telepathy thing. I think it could be a fun project. Plus if you accidentally lose a hand you can put it right back on.”

He nudged you, laughing.

“I don’t think it’s a bad plan but who will live there?”

“Us maybe. Separate housing of course but it could be a home away from the Lords. And any villagers left stragglers around.”

“I don’t think there are any left,” he told you.

“Well have you checked?” He was silent. “Exactly. Rose may want a place for herself one day, who knows.” You looked back down at her. She was reaching up to play with your ear.

“She’ll need friends her own age one day,” he said, solemnly.

“We’ll see to that when it comes.” He looked back at you.

“Have you and Heisenberg ever talked about kids?” he teased. You laughed.

“We have our hands full with Rose and the thousands of metal children he makes on the daily,” you admitted. You glanced down at Rose again. “But maybe one day. He seems to be hinting at it and I don’t know...maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

Ethan glanced back at you and then quickly looked away. You looked happy, curious, wondering.

“If it’s any help...I’m glad I had her. Even if she got me into this whole mess,” he said laughing a bit. You smiled up at him as he pulled into the dock.

“You want a little Heisenberg running around?” Ethan scoffed.

“I wouldn’t mind a little you. Rose could have a friend.” He got out of the boat and you handed him Rose. You got out as well.

“We’ll see. Karl may be banking on it.” You both started to walk back into town. At the castle entrance you had to part.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, if your legs still work.” You gasped, shoving him.

“You have a mouth on you Ethan Winters for living in a house with four other grown women,” you said. He laughed and went into the gate without saying anything else.

The walk back to the factory was a pleasant one. The sun was setting and the breeze was nice. Not too hot, not too cold.

You made it back to Karl in record timing. He wasn’t in the room so you went looking for him. He was in one of the work rooms, leaning over one of his new inventions. You walked up behind him and leaned over the head of the machinery.

“Hey there kitten! Back up, it might come alive at any second,” he muttered, moving you back. You nodded, stepping away from the table. He turned off his recording and turned around to look at you.

“Well how was swimming with Moreau?”

“And Rose and Ethan. I caught the tail end. She had fun though. You’re right, she is growing everyday.”

“I take it by you referencing our earlier conversation you remember how it ended.”

“I’m not doing it if this machine will come alive half way through and kill us.” Karl scoffed and took your hand.

“Up to the bedroom it is kitten!” You scoffed but let him drag you along, giggling the whole way up.

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagines #resident evil 8 imagines #resident evil village imagines #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #ethan winters

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