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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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Crazy Forever || LN4

Summary: The truth always comes out in the end. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, dark themes WC: 1.3k F1 Masterlist || Part One (Crazy For you) || Part Two (Crazy For You Too) || Part Three (Crazy For The Three Of Us) || Part Four (Crazy Forever)

“Stay,” Lando begged as he curled an arm around your waist. “I want cuddles.”

“I have to go, I’m going to be late,” you said with a yawn. It had been another bad sleep and you put it down to the lack of sleep tea that used to knock you out cold, but you couldn’t stay in bed all day. “You should get up too, you have to pack for Australia.”

He groaned and he sat up, the blankets fell to his lap as he stretched his arms above his head. “Don’t remind me. You do realise you don’t have to work, love.”

“Don’t, we have been over this, Lan. You already pay for everything and it’s too much. I want to pay for the baby things with my own money.”

“It’s my baby too.”

“It was still my fault,” you mumbled as you left the room.

You were called into the HR meeting room almost immediately after arriving and you sat down with a frown as your boss avoided all eye contact.

“What’s going on?” you asked quietly as your palms began to sweat.

Your boss's cheeks turned pink and he slid his phone onto the table, a picture you recognised on the screen. Nausea rolled through you as you slapped your hand over the screen to hide the image but everyone had already seen it. “Where did you get that?”

“You sent it to me.”

“No, I didn’t,” you argued as you covered your mouth.

“Yes, you did,” he muttered as he took the phone back and showed you the contact number. It was yours, and it was sent while you had been driving to work. “I know you are going through some things but this is unacceptable.”

“No, really, I didn’t send this. I-I don’t know how it happened but it wasn’t me.”

Your boss sighed heavily and looked at the HR manager. “I think it is best if you take the rest of the week off and we will schedule a formal meeting for next Monday. If you decide to hand your notice in before then it will be accepted without this going onto your record.”

You knew what he was saying between the thinly veiled threats and you reached for the small paper bin before retching your breakfast into it. A look of pity came over their faces and a handkerchief floated across the table for you to wipe your lips. “Thank you,” you mumbled as you rose from the table, despite wanting to throw the trash can at them. “I’ll send my resignation through today.”

“It’s for the best this way,” he said as he deleted the nude photo Lando had begged for when he was away testing in Bahrain. He had promised it was just for him, because he missed you so much.

You really shouldn’t have driven home in your state. You could hardly see the road through the humiliating tears that streamed down your face.

“Lando?”

You sighed with relief when you found the apartment empty as you weren’t sure you could face him at that moment. You didn’t know how he had done it, or why, but there was no one else who had the picture.

You would have sold your soul for a drink as you changed out of your work clothes and flopped onto the bed feeling miserable. You would have stayed there if it wasn’t for your phone vibrating with a notification, and you noticed an echo coming from Lando’s closet. You climbed over the bed and opened the door, listening for any other sound. It was quiet, but you heard it coming from under his clothes drawers.

You tugged at the panel of wood and it popped off easily to reveal a mess of power cords, clothes and bags of powders squirrelled away. Shuffling around deeper, you saw a screen light up at the bottom and saw the notification that was mirrored on your phone. You reached for beyond the set of keys that matched your car and old apartment, right down to the cheap Eiffel Tower replica key ring.

“What the fuck…”

“I really wish you didn’t see that.”

You slammed the panel shut but it was too late, Lando was standing in the doorway to the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He had stolen it, the phone you had lost, the one you had replaced, it had been in his possession this whole time. All your social media profiles, iMessages, everything was at his disposal - even your period tracking app.

He had stolen everything you thought you lost. Keys, clothes, chargers. He even stole your perfume. You thought you were going crazy, but he had been orchestrating it all.

Tugging the panel away, you grabbed the clear bag of white powder and sniffed it. It had the same sickly sweet scent as the lemon and ginger tea he made. Grabbing another, you felt ill as it had the same relaxing aroma as the chamomile tea he used to make each night, the one that put you in a deep sleep.

“You roofied me?” You wanted to sound angry and bitter but you only sounded broken as you dropped the bags.

“You’re my girlfriend, why would I drug you?” he snickered as he walked into the room, taking the bags and flushing them down the toilet in the ensuite. “With what drugs?”

“You got me fired…why are you doing this to me?” It felt like déjà-vu and you were sure that you had this conversation before. Smacking the sides of your head you screamed as you tried to remember. Why couldn’t you remember?

“Hey, shhhh,” Lando soothed as he caught your hands and lowered them to your sides. You struggled against his hold as he wrapped you in his arms but he was too strong. “I just wanted you to be free to travel with me. Now we don’t have to be apart, ever.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” you growled as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. “This is insane, you’re fucking crazy!”

He released you as abruptly as he had caught you and you held your hands up as you backed away. You needed space, from him and the situation, you needed time to think.

“Where are you going?” he chuckled as he followed you out of the room, each of his strides longer than yours.

“Anywhere you aren’t.” He overtook you in the hall.

“You know I can’t let you go.” He blocked the door and slid the bolt across before facing you. “You’re carrying my child, you’re not leaving. You have no job, no house, no friends. You need me.”

Hopelessness fell over you and you hung your head in shame. “I wish I never met you.”

His laugh tickled your cheek as he embraced you again, his hand spreading wide over the back of your head and guiding your face to the crook of his neck. “No, you don’t,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re just angry, and that’s okay. We’ll get through this rough patch together and you’ll realise what a blessing this is. You and me, our baby, together, forever.”

“Forever?” you echoed in defeat.

“Forever. You’ll never want for anything, baby. Whatever you want you can have, I’ll make sure you are treated like a princess.”

“The kind that gets locked up in a tower?”

He laughed and kissed your forehead sweetly. “Only if you try to leave me. But you’re not going to try something silly like that are you, love?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. He was right, you needed him. He could provide for you and the child you carried, so you would behave.

“I won’t,” you whispered as your shoulders slumped.

“That’s my girl. I knew I chose right,” he hummed happily. “None of those other women could have been you.”

Cold dread shivered down your spine. “What women?”

“The others that applied to rent my apartment,” he said as pulled back to look into your eyes, a dark smile on his lips. “The one I own next door.”

#dark!lando #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 rpf #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader

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theautisticfroglord · 9 months

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say that you love me

pairing - captain!julius x reader

fic type - angst + fluff mix (fluff ending)

warnings - kissing, cuddling / sleeping next to julius

Your powerful captain, Julius Novachrono, has always seemed to have a soft spot for you. You had affections for your own captain, and you wondered if these feelings were right, and whether you should confess your feelings for him or not.

You yearned to show your love for him, but you were scared of him judging you for being in love with your leader, your comrade.

So, you pushed down your emotions, and your feelings, no matter how hard it was. You never knew how he truly felt about you. Until one fateful day.

You’re sitting on a bed, in your room. It was a day like any other day off you had. Then, you hear a light knock on your door.

“Come in,” you answer, and the door creaks open, revealing who was behind the door. It’s no other than Captain Julius, with a slightly concerned look on his face. He leaves the door shut behind him, and walks up to where you’re still sitting in bed. Julius slightly kneels down to your level.

“Y/N, you seem to be acting differently lately, is there anything you need to talk about?” he asks, and you’re surprised he noticed your change in emotions. You avoid looking back at him.

“I’m alright, captain, there’s nothing to worry about,” you frown. Julius begins to get more concerned for his comrade. He sits on the bed next to you, and tries to see your face, but you’re turned away from him.

“You can talk to me, Y/N, you don’t have to hide anything,” He gently places his hand on yours, causing you to immediately turn and look at him, blushing lightly.

“I… I’ve just been… tired lately,” you mumble, embarrassed at your reaction. Julius lightly squeezes your hand, causing your eyes to shift to his hand, and back to his face. He pulls you in and wraps his arm around you. You flush a deep shade of red and try to squirm out of his arms, making him wrap his other arm around you. You stop struggling because of how comfortable you feel in his embrace.

“Y/N… I'm here for you, you’re safe with me… it’ll be okay,” Julius reassures you. You start to lean on him more, burying your face in his robe. Julius leans back in bed, snuggling up to you. You’re so tired you don’t notice his movements and wrap your arms around him. You notice how nice he smells, and you feel comforted for the first time in a while. He wraps a blanket around the both of you. Once you finally drift off to sleep, Julius carefully gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Y/N, more than you could ever know, you’re just so wonderful,” he murmurs, sweetly petting your hair. Julius then drifts off to sleep. A few hours later, he wakes up and looks down to see you’re still asleep, your face buried in his neck. Julius smiles, hugging you tighter. A few minutes later, you wake up. You meet Julius’s gaze and see his soft and tired smile. Immediately, you sit up from the bed, your face flushed.

“U-Um… I… I’m sorry for-” you start, but then Julius holds your hand sweetly.

“It’s alright, Y/N… I have to ask you something,” Julius hesitantly mumbles, looking down at your hand.

“...What is it…?” You ask, your mind racing, wondering what he’ll say next. You feel stupid for even considering the possibility that he actually loves you. At the same time, your mind fears the possibility that the cuddling was only as friends, that Julius only thinks of you as a comrade and nothing else.

“Will you be my partner? I know we’re comrades, but…” Julius’s sentence trails off, his face flushed. You’re frozen, completely surprised that Julius actually loves you. Tears well up in your eyes. Without thinking, you kiss him on the lips as tears stream down your cheeks. Julius softly gasps into your lips as you lean into him. He sweetly kisses you back and plays with your hair. He wipes the tears off your cheeks as you wrap your arms around him. The kiss continues for a few moments before you pull away and peck his lips and face as he softly laughs.

“I’m glad you love me, too,” Julius chuckles. You continue showing affection to him while touching his soft fluffy hair. You’re so overjoyed that he loves you that you can’t stop kissing and touching him.

“I love you too, captain,” you whisper in his ear. Julius sighs softly, pulling you back in bed. He remembers you have a day off and he doesn’t have to do anything right now. Julius presses his face into your neck.

“You smell so nice, you’re so sweet, Y/N,” he mumbles, making you more comfortable in his arms.

“I can’t wait to go exploring together,” Julius purrs, cupping your face in his hands. You feel so comforted that he loves you back that it almost feels too good to be true. The way Julius's love feels sobers you, makes this feel all real.

“Yes, Captain.”

#julius novachrono #anime #black clover #black clover fanfiction #writblr #my writing #gif not mine #gif warning #julius novachrono x reader #captain julius #angst to fluff #angst #fluff #manga #anime gif #cute #my fanfic

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arealphrooblem · 10 months

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A Favor for a Favor Part One

This was written for an original exchange and it got way out of hand lol. The link to the full fic will be at the bottom but I thought it would be fun to throw it up here in parts. This does have named and gendered characters though

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

When Roxanne turned 12, she kicked her soccer ball into a tree at the edge of the park. She’d done this many times before, because her aim was shit, which was probably why she never made the soccer team at her school. But this tree was different -- it had a hornet’s nest on the back.

Roxanne had never actually seen a hornet before that day. Never in her life had she heard a sound more ominous, more terrifying than the buzz of hundreds of them, bigger than her thumb, rising like a dark cloud from behind the tree.

She didn’t think. She just ran.

And the whole world changed.

It was like the entire city became a game of freeze tag or red light/green light. The entire population stood still while she dodged between them. And not just people. Cars stood still on the street, birds stopped mid flight in the air, a stream of pee froze between a dog and a fire hydrant.

Maybe it was more accurate to say that the world became a photograph and only she could move around in it.

When she stopped, out of breath at her stoop, the world jumped back into motion again.

Her power gave her freedom beyond anything she ever imagined as a child, and so she kept it a tightly guarded secret against her well meaning but overprotective parents.

The loss of it now was excruciating. Her body moved like a drunk snail, even worse with her injuries. The world crawled by at an agonizing pace. And she became so acutely aware of how helpless she was without it as she sat in the backseat of a car, blindfolded and trussed up like a pig at a luau, waiting to be delivered into the hands of her worst enemy.

The Past

The first time they met, the biggest worry she had was completing her anatomy project. The deadline followed her like a shark’s fin, complete with the Jaws theme that played in her head. Any minute now the panic of her procrastination was going to rise from the depths and chomp her in half.

Which was how she found herself walking home from the public library far later than usual, guided only by dim streetlights. Normally she would just run home -- the distance from her front door to the library took fifteen seconds when she used her super speed. But the sooner she got home, the sooner she had to start on her project, so tonight Roxanne took the normal, slow way back.

Halfway home, a figure stumbled from an alleyway, colliding into her. Before she could right her balance, he quickly shoved her off of him, almost tumbling her into the street.

“Hey!” she snapped, but he paid no attention to her, running crookedly down the sidewalk.

He was probably drunk, trying to sneak home before his wife found out. Or maybe he was late for the subway train. Or maybe he was just an asshole.

The next streetlamp revealed a bloody hand print on her shoulder where he had pushed her. Alarm seized her, kept her frozen for long, excruciating seconds.

Oh shit.

Oh shit .

The revving of a car motor snapped her out of her panic induced haze. Roxanne lurched forward, becoming too fast for the human eye to track. The man had disappeared from the sidewalk, so she ducked into bodegas and side streets until she found him propped up behind a dumpster.

Hiding.

She crouched down before him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Which was a stupid question to ask; the answer was a glaringly obvious no. But she always rambled when she got nervous, which was why her presentations always went way over time.

The man slurred something in response. She couldn’t understand a word of it. It didn’t sound like the kind of drunk slurring she heard at her friends’ parties. Maybe he’d been drugged. Did someone try to kidnap him?

“Where are you bleeding?” she asked again. “Can you point for me?”

He tried to wave her off, the hand in her face covered in blood from a cut on his upper forearm. There could be more, but he probably wasn’t even in his right mind to understand her.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” she told him, pulling out her phone.

He mumbled something at that, sounding panicked. It sounded like no .

“It’s okay,” she soothed. “They will take care of you. I’ll even go with you so you’re not alone.”

His slicked, bloody hand wrapped around her wrist , squeezing hard .

She heard it and didn’t. The word echoed -- screamed -- around her, like the word of God. It blasted in her head. She felt it in her chest.

He was Powered. That definitely complicated things, especially if he was unregistered like her.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “No hospitals. No cops. But I can’t leave you here, so . . .I guess you’re coming with me.”

Before he could scream-think at her again, Roxanne pulled him up by his shirt and leaned him against the wall. He could barely stand. With some maneuvering and a few extra tries,s he managed to get him on her back. Then she blurred home.

Thank God it was only a couple blocks away. He was heavy.

The Present

She didn’t need her blindfold off to tell where they had stopped. The ocean lapping close by, the echo of pigeons above her, the smell of rust and dirt. The freezing cold air.

An empty warehouse by the docks.

They had to carry her like a sack of potatoes because of how tightly they bound her legs and dropped her roughly onto a chair.

“This is ridiculous,” she pouted. “I came willingly.”

“Our boss always made it clear never to take any chances with you,” replied one of the men with a snort.

Well, she couldn’t blame him for that. Over the years, she’d been responsible for breaking a lot of his power in the city underworld and losing him a lot of money. Like a lot .

Not to mention she needed the shadow that her power’s reputation cast to last as long as possible. Once the truth got out she was toast.

He could have made her wait in that freezing warehouse as her limbs went slowly numb just to be a dick. She fully expected it.

Instead, she heard the rumble of another car pull up just when her finger tips started to feel tingly. Then came the distinct sound of his slow, sure footsteps in his Italian leather loafers.

“An abandoned warehouse by the docks?” she complained. “Could you get any more cliched?”

“If it works, it works,” he replied. “I don’t try to reinvent the wheel.”

He stopped in front of her and she could feel the smirk on his face.

“I should take a picture to immortalize this moment. I never thought I would see the Rocket so . . .still.”

She’d squirm if she could move. Panic kicked at her chest like a wild horse. It took all her effort to contain it.

Cool fingers pulled down the blindfold and her gaze met his dark eyes and yes, his smirk.

“Hello, Roxanne.”

“Hello John,” she countered.

“Please, I’m dying to know -- what on Earth drove you to offer yourself to me so . . .” he trailed off, his smirk disintegrating into shock.

She could barely feel him this time. He glided into her mind like a canoe on a glassy river.

“Oh Roxanne,” he breathed. “You are in trouble.”

Full story here:

Part 2 here

#hero x villain #heroine x villain #writeblr #a favor for a favor #enemies to lovers #friends to enemies to lovers

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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Overcome The Yandere Nightmare! (Josuke Higashikata X Reader, Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

TW: Yandere behavior, Anxiety, Injury, Slight mentions of Blood

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke awoke in an inky void where not a speck of light was shown at all. He tried moving his arms and legs but found out that he could not move whatsoever. He nearly panicked, concluding that this had to be an enemy Stand User. But the question was: What kind of power was it?

Suddenly, a large mirror appeared right in front of him. Rejoicing that he could move, Josuke tried to make sense of what happened to him. Where was he, exactly? Why was he here, of all places? And, why was there a mirror in front of him? Peering into it, his reflection twisted in, like a funhouse mirror in one of those carnivals he'd been to.

"What the," Josuke muttered. "If this is a prank, it's not a funny one..."

His reflection changed into a scene. It was nighttime into the woods, where three people were standing around. He peered into the mirror, frowning. There was himself, holding a dirty shovel in one hand while holding a person by the other. Sitting on the ground, a few feet away, was Rohan Kishibe. Josuke's frown deepened, fear churning in him.

"Higashikata," Rohan held up his hands nervously. "L-Let's not get carried away now, shall we? I was only talking to [Y/N]..."

"Shut up, Kishibe," The other him growled and a spine-tingling chill rolled down in just how menacing he sounded. "This ends now."

"Josuke, stop," [Y/N] cried, tears streaming down their cheeks. "There is nothing between me and Rohan at all. I swear on it!"

"Oh really, babe," Other Josuke turned to them, sickeningly smiling. "If so, why does Rohan have a car packed with your stuff? Why were you talking to him for the past week or so behind my back?"

"You," [Y/N]'s eyes widened fearfully. "You went through my phone?"

The real Josuke gaped in horror. He'd never do that. Sure, Rohan was a jerk to be sure, but Josuke would never think of treating [Y/N] like... like this. He tried pounding on the glass to get their attention, proving he was the real Josuke. But it didn't seem to work.

"Babe, you're MINE," Other Josuke growled. "Whatever I say goes. And talking to Rohan especially isn't allowed."

Josuke bared his teeth. Who the heck did this other him think he was here? Not ever would he give that kind of rule! He was all about pure-love! He continued to punch the glass harder this time to try to warn [Y/N] to say that he would never do that to anyone he was dating but his screams fell on deaf ears. Suddenly, the scene changed and there was blood on the shovel. Lots of blood. Josuke's jaw dropped in fear.

No.

No!

Josuke felt his heart sink as he saw his other self turn to [Y/N] slowly, menacingly, as [Y/N] only sobbed in fear. His other self grabbed [Y/N] by the wrists roughly with an evil smirk on his face. He screamed and tried to break the mirror with his fists to save [Y/N] as fast as he can.

"[Y/N]," Josuke screamed. "[Y/N]! [Y/N]! [Y/N]!"

"Josuke!"

"Josuke, wake up!"

Josuke opened his eyes to blinding light, which then cleared to reveal his friends looking down at him worriedly. He panted and sat up, only to find himself on the rooftops of the school. For a moment, he sat in confused silence.

"Oi, Josuke," Okuyasu said. "Are you okay, man? That sounded like a horrible dream you were having."

"Y-Yeah," Josuke replied, nodding his head. "I'm fine, I promise."

"Hey, Josuke," Koichi asked. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Who's [Y/N]? You kept saying their name over and over again."

"I..." Josuke spoke before frowning. That was weird. Why couldn't he remember who [Y/N] was? "I don't know who they are. But what I do know is that I want to see them happy as can be. That I promise."

Giorno Giovanna

He suddenly awoke in a dark void and immediately was on guard. He never liked the dark since it reminded him of those horrible nights in Japan, where he was an abandoned infant. He hummed thoughtfully as he ascertained his situation. It had to be an enemy Stand User but what type of Stand Power was this to put him in a dark void? Giorno's mind whirred with questions, some of them unpleasant.

Suddenly, a large, opulent mirror appeared right in front of him. As he furrowed his brows warily, he nevertheless stepped right in front of it. He was curious to see where this was going to lead. Peering into it, at first it looked like his normal reflection. Then, his reflection warped in a colorful haze, like he was peeking into a funhouse mirror.

It then settled into a room within the villa. It was dimly lit like that of a nighttime luxury hotel. But the atmosphere was tense and he heard a muffled cry. There was someone, someone on the bed. They curled in on themselves and he could hear faint clinking like those of chains. At this, his eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crackling.

"Who could be the monster who'd do something like this?"

Sure enough, his question was answered when the door opened with a blinding light. The person on the bed shivered fearfully, eyes shined with tears, as a larger figure entered the bedroom. Giorno squinted in speculation, dread building up in his gut. He had a feeling that he had knowledge of who these people were and he had a feeling that things were going to go wrong fast.

"Well, well, well, dolce mi. Are you able to speak to me again?"

Giorno felt his stomach turn to ice the minute he heard that voice for it was his voice. Indeed, there he was, cloaked in red. He felt a chilling shudder crawl down his spine again as he watched his other self give a bone-chilling smirk at the person on the bed.

"D-Don," They squeaked out. "D-Don G-Giovanna..."

"Ah, ah, ah," He tutted, gently grabbing them by the chin. "You call me GioGio, amore mi. That's the way it should be, [Y/N]."

Giorno's hands curled into fists angrily as he heard his other self say a monstrous thing like that. What's more was [Y/N]'s reaction. They just gave a defeated whimper as the other Giorno sat down next to them.

"Why so upset, tesoro/a mi," Giorno asked gently. "I can bring you the things you most desire, the things you want. As long as you are here."

"D-G-GioGio," [Y/N] stuttered out, a squeak to their words. "P-Please. Let me see my family and friends! I need them, too!"

Giorno froze. The other self was restricting their freedom and he had the audacity to ask why [Y/N] was so upset. This couldn't go on for a single minute! He had to get [Y/N] out of there immediately! He tried to call Gold Experience Requiem by his side, only to find nothing. He tried calling again to no avail. If this were the case, then he'd have to do things the old-fashioned way.

"[Y/N]," Giorno shouted, banging on the glass. "[Y/N]. it's me! I'm here and I won't let this monster hurt you or anyone else!" There was not a single reply. "What? They can't hear me?"

"The outside world will hurt you, you know," The other Giorno replied, voice soft. "It's better that you're with me where nobody else can hurt you." He frowned. "As for your family and friends, I've taken good care of them."

Giorno recoiled a little, knowing what that sentence meant. [Y/N] had now sobbed hysterically, which made his heart ache. Even though he was the Don of Passione, he still wanted to do good by the people his heart held dear. So, for the other Giorno to do something like this...

"GioGio," [Y/N] sobbed. "Giorno! Giorno!"

"Giorno!"

"GIO!"

He awoke in a cold sweat to see Mista shaking his shoulder gently. He blinked his eyes and looked around the office. Ah right, it was a dream he was having. A horrible dream, but only a dream.

"Sorry, buddy, but a new recruit is here to see you." Mista grinned.

"Right," Giorno nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Who is the new recruit?"

Mista signaled the person to come into the office and when they did, Giorno was taken aback once more even if he kept a professional and composed front. The new recruit bowed down and gently grasped his hand, exuding a pleasant warmth that made him happy and fearful.

"What's your name?"

"My name's [Y/N]," [Y/N] replied brightly. "It's a pleasure to be in your ranks, Don Giovanna!"

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fanfoolishness · 1 year

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lilies in her hair (The Mandalorian/The Clone Wars)

Bo-Katan has a long-overdue conversation with Satine. Set after The Mandalorian Chapter 24, The Return. Angst, hope, sibling grief. ~1000 words.

The fire rekindled in the Great Forge spurred Bo-Katan onwards, and she flew across the glass-green surface of her homeworld, her jetpack sputtering only at the very end of her journey. Her boots landed soft in the cave’s mouth, soles springing on mosses redolent in emerald and peridot. She slipped inside, alone.

She walked down the narrow paths, her heart steady in her chest. She took a deep breath. Instead of the sharp ozone scent of the surface air, she breathed in chlorophyll and the scents of living, growing things.

She was careful, treading only on bare patches of rock or earth, avoiding the fragile new growth beneath her heels. She followed the paths her people had created, their struggles written in these narrow trails amongst their crops. Goldteff and shiffa grain sprouted along the path’s edges, fragile proof of a planet striving to return. She walked amidst the green bounty, her head held high, her broken hand thrumming with the urge to harvest.

She smiled ruefully down at the casted hand. It still pained her, a battle scar of the final struggle with Gideon. Grogu had tried to heal her and Din of their wounds after the battle, but the child had expended most of his strength after protecting them both from the firestorm. She hadn’t minded; the little one had been incredible. She had fought side by side with Jedi before, yes, but she had never dreamed a youngling could do something so powerful. He had fought with them, as one of them. Just as Din had taught him.

Mandalorians are stronger together.

She wended her way deeper into the cave, the sound of running water sweet in her ears.

Bo-Katan looked closely here, head scanning from side to side. She was searching for something she’d thought she’d recognized, back in the brief respite before their battle for the Forge. Hope stirred within her, a feeling she had grown more and more comfortable bearing these past few weeks.

Still, though, she held herself in reserve. She could have been wrong; their rest in the caves had been so brief, and maybe it had been only wishful thinking --

She would only know if she kept searching.

She kept onward. She was careful, picking her way slowly through the foliage; dense it was, lush and green. Golden light slanted through the cave, the muted sun still gleaming through the torment of the atmosphere. She took another deep breath, hoping, praying. So much had revealed itself here. Perhaps she'd catch the scent again --

She reached the beginning of one of the many streams within the cavern, its water clean and bright, rivulets burbling sweetly past her boots. She followed its path down, down, down.

She stiffened. There. A cluster of white-dappled green leaves, broad and full; fragile bone-white blossoms rising against the water’s edge. A scent sweet, delicate, so familiar even after all these years. Moonwater lilies.

Bo sank to her knees.

“Satine,” she whispered.

She reached out her broken hand, fingers slow and stiff and sluggish. She caressed a silken blossom, cradling it like something precious, its soft petals incongruous in her leather-clad palm.

Flowers in your hair? Ridiculous. Where’s your beskar, sister?

These are as much a symbol of Mandalore as any other, Bo, and I wear them proudly.

She released the flower back to itself, and she gazed into the rippling water, resting her hands on her thighs. She swallowed.

Though she was alone, the words caught in her throat. She bowed her head. Closed her eyes, breathed in through her nose. Thought about what she wanted, what she needed to say. Here was as good a place as any.

“Neither of us had it right, did we?” she asked, and her voice cracked.

The water bubbled merrily past her.

“You thought that pacifism was our way forward as a people, even as the war raged all around us.”

The light began to shift, echoes of silver weaving their way into the golden shafts. The moons would be rising far above, shadows hidden by the atmosphere.

“And I thought the only way forward was through our past. Battle and bloodshed, even if it meant sister against sister.”

The scent of lilies grew stronger. Deeper, somehow, penetrating more completely into memory and mind. They always bloomed more fully in the night air, safe from the full-throated burn of the sun.

“I failed you. I should have protected you, should have realized you needed me.” The breath caught, nearly choking her. “And it wasn’t just you.” Her shoulders shook. “I failed so many, sister. We nearly lost everything, and I could have -- I should have --”

Words failed her.

The lilies sweetened the air, fortifying it with layered scents like vanilla and ironwood, a rich salve in the closeness of the cave.

She reached again, her voice raspy in her throat, the struggle not yet over. She found herself once more.

“But I -- I’ve learned. There is a Way forward for us, Satine. All of us. We’re starting again. Honoring the past, and making space for the future.”

The blossoms opened wider, the scents ripening to fullness. Silver light pierced the cave’s cracks and crevices, moonlight bathing all, soft and soothing.

“They’ve named me Mand’alor, Satine. And I -- I’m ready.” She gazed at the moonwater lilies, darkening in the encroaching night. “I just hope that…”

Tears, hot, sharp, still fresh despite the long years.

Memories of Sundari summers, games of chase on the palace grounds, big sister letting her win --

Arguments in a cold palace, raised voices and flushed cheeks, sharp words she wished she could take back --

Obi-Wan’s pale face in the dark -- “I’m so sorry” --

Bo-Katan reached out with her good hand and plucked one gentle, perfect flower from the cluster, leaving a stem a few centimeters long. She tucked it carefully behind her ear, settling it securely into her hair. The sweet lily scent wafted around her. It cast a perfume she could never forget.

“I hope you’re proud of me.”

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Arkane Ink - Chapter 23

Author's note: I know I know it's been another two months. I have a couple chapters still lined up I just need to find the motivation to get them proofread and edit them lol Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano) SFW ----------------------------------------------------

The air was cold, biting at his skin as Vittorio opened his eyes to the snow falling around him. None of his clothes were really made for this weather, but he was grateful for having opted to wear his trusty leather jacket. It was better than nothing. And he could keep his hands warm by working on a generator. It didn’t take long for Ellen to join him, as she must’ve heard where he was working. She was motioning to him eagerly – but quietly – to show her what Chris had been talking about. Vittorio let out a chuckle, he wasn’t about to disappoint his newfound audience. He pulled up the arcane panel and heard the woman audibly gasp. “If you work on the gen while I store some of it’s energy, we’ll get more progress done.” He whispered to her as Ellen was watching in awe. Unfortunately, as he was storing the energy, the generator wouldn’t progress, though at least he wasn’t taking energy directly from it. But not only that, the panel was fragile. He couldn’t risk getting injured now if he didn’t want to let all that energy go to waste and disperse into nothingness. They finished their repairs, Vittorio storing the energy for later, as they heard the first guttural scream in the distance. The lord wasted no time rushing over, helping his fellow survivor off the hook. Gabriel was hemorrhaging badly, blood pulsing out of his wound and flowing in thick streams down his shoulder. Vittorio had almost forgotten how gruesome and torturous these trials were with how much time he had spent either doing research at the archive or in the warm embrace of his lover.

Albert had made his way back into the secret workshop, unlocking the way into to the tower anew. The hidden room within the hidden room. He needed to take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the sight all over again. He could take it. He had seen and done worse. Albert set foot onto the stairwell, his step eerily echoing off the walls. They hadn’t actually explored the tower as his lover had collapsed as soon as he’d seen the number of books lining the walls. The stench was nearly unbearable. The air was damp, filled with the smell of leather, but knowing what kind of leather it was made him queasy. He kept ascending the staircase, each step he took revealing more and more of those books lining the walls. What was the purpose of all this? He tried not to think too much about it as his mind kept imagining a book bound of his lover’s skin on one of the shelves. He shuddered at the thought. Vittorio would just be one of thousands. Indiscernible. A statistic. He couldn’t let that happen. He pushed on, eventually making his way to the very top, and noticed a handle sticking out of a wooden slab on the ceiling, illuminated by the dim glow coming from the books. He’d only noticed then that there had been no other contraptions or devices to light the stairway. The books had been the only thing revealing his path. How grotesque.

“Th- argh! Hah… thank you Mr. Toscano…” “No need for formalities. Though we should-“ “Uhm, wait… here, would you mind… ugh… helping me with this?” Gabriel said, handing him a med kit. The man must’ve found it while he’d been demonstrating his ‘powers’ to Ellen. Vittorio began patching him up with what little bandages were in the worn-out bag and his limited knowledge on wound care he had amassed in his time in the fog. Though he wasn’t sure if staying in place to heal was a good idea. His worries were justified, as before he could finish, they heard that dreadful bell being rung behind them. No. If he got hit now, all of the energy he’d collected would be for nothing. As soon as he let go and stopped holding Gabriel’s wound together, it tore right back open, blood seeping in fresh bursts through the bandages and ruining any progress he had made. They both barely managed to dodge the hit, dashing away in different directions as the killer - known as the wraith - swung at them. It was evident that the bloodhound was following Gabriel, having caught a whiff of his trail as he returned to stalking him with a ring of his bell. Vittorio could only hope that the man would last long enough for the lord to able to help his new friend.

Albert pushed open the trap door and stepped out onto a platform. The breeze was chilly up here, but the fresh air was welcome after he had started getting used to the smell of human leather. This tower was clearly the one Aleon had described in his notebooks. As Albert looked around, he even noticed the golf club leaning against the banister. And some empty bottles of whisky. Shame. He could have used a drink right about now. For how far up the tower was, he realized he saw surprisingly little. As if it was too foggy to see into the distance. He couldn’t even see the stars up here. Nor the sky, really. It was like he was staring directly into the void. The thought sent a chill down his spine. Albert had heard rumors of the void, he’d even seen it mentioned in pages of Aleon’s notes, as well as the memories the archivist had accessed of survivors and killers alike that Albert had read throughout the archive. Even before he had known who had written them down.

The void was a desolate place, where mostly survivors were sent once they were hollow shells of themselves. If they couldn’t feel, they served no purpose for the entity. Albert could only hope his nightlight, his one and only light in this hellhole would never end up in that place. If Vittorio did, he was certain he would follow soon after. It was almost scary how dependent he had become on his lover. How desperately his mind kept wandering to him. How was he doing? Was he having a nice time with his friends? He hoped so, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest. Albert shook his head chuckling to himself. He left the platform, heading back down the staircase, and grabbing a couple of random books on his way back. All of them were of different skin tones and tattoo colors. At first glance, some of the markings appeared to be the same, but as he had a closer look not one tattoo was the same as another. The tingle of energy running through them felt awfully familiar, yet still somehow different. These had been various different people after all. Perhaps they could still be distinguished, even when they were reduced to nothing but pages. Perhaps they still had individual properties and had been turned into something resembling more of a book series than a mere collection of them.

Albert laid the books out on the desk as he made it back to the workshop. Comparing them seemed a dead end. He couldn’t read whatever this language embedded on the leather was, the writing of a time too far out of reach for him. The only one who could have an inkling of what any of these symbols meant was his lover… or the man who had potentially helped make these books. Albert let out a sigh. Only thing he could do for now was turn back to Aleon’s journals, trying to see if he had referenced anything regarding the language of the observers or the meaning of the tomes.

Vittorio made his way to another generator, transferring the energy he had stored from the previous one into it. He didn’t stick to repairing it though, getting back up immediately to see if there was any way he could help the man being chased. As he ran over, he managed to catch a glimpse of Chris throwing himself in the way, taunting the killer. Yet the wraith wasn’t letting up on the trail of blood of the man he’d caught before. Though Chris seemed equally stubborn, completely blocking the way. But it wasn’t enough. Vittorio watched in horror as both Chris and Gabriel went down within seconds. The lord rushed over to help his friend as the wraith had chosen to carry Gabriel to the hook first. Chris was groaning, lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. It seemed like he was trying to tell Vittorio something, though it was too late before he could make out what as he was frantically trying to get Chris back up on his feet. He heard that dreadful bell being rung behind him again. Too slow. This time, the blades made contact, slashing along his leg as he tried to run. Vittorio hissed in pain, the wound stinging from the jagged weapon tearing his flesh, the cold air biting down into it as he staggered away. The injury made running far more difficult, though the adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to get some distance – for now.

As Albert flicked through the notes, he found more entries referring to the void from memories the old archivist had written down. Apparently, Talbot Grimes – a scientist who had gotten addicted to the nectar of the entity’s flowers as he had injected himself on accident as he was doing research – had fallen into this void as a part of his withdrawal. He’d been an empty shell of a man without the serum.

But he had been willing enough to do anything to get more. Even crawl back out of the void and become a killer. It seemed that Grimes had been the only one to have entered the void and returned. Or, well, physically at least. His mind was far gone, reduced to nothing but the entity’s slave. As far as he could tell, this was the very serum Albert had been collecting and testing as well. It turned out the event in which the entity was in full bloom was called “the blight”. It had happened very shortly after Albert had joined the fog. The sudden appearance of all the flowers oozing the glowing liquid had been striking enough for the old scientist to want to study them. The only thing that had been stable enough to collect and preserve was the nectar. The entity had granted him a lab to work with, providing him proper equipment to use for each time he managed to please it, encouraging him to go above and beyond with his performance. The microscope had revealed that where he had expected to find cells, he had found some kind of particles he had never seen before. As he kept reading the memories of various people from the fog Aleon had written down, he soon learned that scientists before him had started calling them ‘Auric particles’ or ‘Auric cells’, and that, in fact, all matter inside the realm was made up of them. Including not only Survivors and Killers, but the terrain, the crows, the fog itself… everything.

And that wasn’t all. These ‘Auric particles’ weren’t made up of what would be considered ‘physical matter’ back home. Instead, they were made up of memories and emotions. As if they replaced the real world’s atoms. Albert would have to relearn everything he knew about physics, biology and chemistry in this place if he wanted to understand how its laws worked. But if he had anything now, it was plenty of time. At the very least, this explained how the entity could feed off emotions. Survivors and killers alike literally consisted of them. It was their entire physical essence in this place. The wraith was still on his trail. Vittorio caught a glimpse at the tall, looming shape ringing his bell. At the eyes of a rabid predator stalking his injured prey. Vittorio seen that look in the killer’s eyes before, others as well. That bloodlust, the scent of fear and death evidently urging the killer on to pursue, to chase, to catch. To sacrifice. He'd even seen it in his lover’s eyes before. Like a switch being flipped in his brain, his eyes glazing over… he’d seen that look time and time again. He didn’t fully understand how these creatures – most had been human once – could completely loose themselves and give in to the chase. Perhaps he could ask Albert about it. Vittorio caught himself pondering and had to chuckle. Even now, as his blood was leaving thick, red pools in the white snow, standing out like a sore thumb as he was being hunted down from the shadows, his mind was wandering to the man he so loved and adored. What was his Gattino doing right now? How was he holding up in the archive? Albert needed a moment take in his new findings, leaning back in the chair he had sat down in. His eyes caught the glow of the books on the desk again – right. He was looking for their purpose. But perhaps he needed to understand the laws of physics inside the realm before he could even begin to understand what exactly this power was the observers were working with. Though, as Albert regarded the books, he heard an inaudible voice creeping inside of his head. It started off as a small whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear at all, but the voices slowly grew louder and louder. They sounded demanding. His heart started racing. Was he going mad? Were the tomes trying to communicate with him? Was he hearing them?? He needed to get out of this place. Being surrounded by so many dead people, their energies still present in a place where emotions and memories made up the physical being of every living and dead thing was clearly getting to him.

Albert rushed out of the room, hastily closing the hidden door behind himself. He was panting heavily, running back to his lover’s quarters. But even there, the voices didn’t stop. They grew louder, angrier. Were these souls mad at him for leaving them behind? Or was this his conscience messing with him? For all the lives he had taken, all the torture he had forced innocent people to endure… people he hadn’t considered worth calling ‘humans’ at the time. But if so, why now? Was it because he now refused to view the lives lost to the creation of the tomes as a mere statistic, trying to preserve their individuality in case it was important – while his own victims had been nothing but a number to him? He desperately tried silencing the voices, clutching his head in his hands as he attempted to calm his breathing, his pounding heart, but to no avail. But then, finally, a word he understood. Kill. It whispered. Or screamed. He couldn’t tell. His body just obeyed, the panic in his chest almost immediately turning into absolute calm and certainty. He needed to spill blood, he needed to serve, he needed to sacrifice. The Mastermind made his way to the trials without further hesitation.

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barbex · 1 year

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Hi! It's me again can I get ❝ if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love, you’re never gonna be with them. and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are. ❞ (and here I'm cheating a little bit) in the "To Kiss" storyline, either Anders giving advice to Hawke or Fenris or Justice or getting advice or a sequel or a prequel 🥺or any male ship with Anders hehehe

Comrade! I love you.

I wrote a second chapter to the "To Kiss" fic because I this is such a great prompt and I'm such a sucker for your praise.

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Having sex, like they had for the last few weeks, is something entirely different than kissing. Anders had plenty of sex in his life, but he hadn't kissed many people. Sex is fun, but kissing... that's a whole nother level of intimacy.

Fenris kisses him. In the middle of the plaza in Hightown, wearing nothing but his leather pants and a blanket, Fenris takes his face in his hands and kisses him with all his might.

Anders' knees go weak as Fenris presses closer, his lips soft but demanding against his own, his tongue dipping into his mouth, his hands touching him, caressing him. It's everything Anders ever wished for, it's more than he ever hoped for.

It's too good. Too good to be true.

Anders draws back, pressing his hands against Fenris' shoulders. "No, stop."

Fenris stares at him, hurt clear in his expression. "Why?"

"This is not... right."

"Why do you think so?"

It's wrong, it's all so wrong. "Someone like me can't be with you."

A frown settles on Fenris' face. "Because you're a mage and I'm an elf?"

"Because I'm a mage." Anders shakes his head. "Not because you're an elf, never that."

"I don't believe you." Fenris' balled fist begins to glow. "I should have known. Never should have trusted a mage."

"I'm sorry. Go to Hawke." He turns away, not looking back to where he left Fenris standing. The stairs down from Hightown are long, but they take him out of Fenris' sight quickly.

The days blur into each other as he throws himself into work. The foundries and mines, and the general mess that is Kirkwall, provide him with a steady stream of patients. When he doesn't heal, he prepares potions and salves, keeping his hands busy. Hawke rarely calls on him for excursions, unwilling to miss out on Fenris' fighting power and equally unwilling to suffer the ice cold air between Fenris and Anders.

It doesn't matter. There is so much to do. He's writing another letter to the Divine, laying out his arguments with quotes from the chant, proving with the old words that the chantry has no right to oppress mages like this. He's deep in thought, arguing with Justice over the language, when the door to the clinic flies open and crashes against the wall.

"Anders!" Hawke calls out with unusual urgency.

Anders rushes into the main room and takes in the situation. Varric and Hawke look like they fell into a pool of blood, but it's probably mostly not theirs because they still walk upright. Unlike Fenris between them, propped up on Varric's shoulder and clinging to Hawke's arm.

"Put him here." Anders points to the table he's using for his examinations, the one where he installed a lantern right overhead that he now lights with a flick of his fingers. Varric and Hawke set Fenris onto the table and arrange him on his back. He's pale, and his eyes flutter. Barely conscious. "Water, clean water into that jug," Anders orders, not caring who reacts as long as someone will.

His first diagnostic scan reveals several strains and cuts, but the main problem is the obvious dagger in Fenris' stomach, which wisely nobody removed. The loss of blood is still significant, dangerously so, and Anders draws water from the jug and threads it into Fenris' bloodstream. It's a poor substitute for actual blood, but it will give him the time he needs to deal with the injury.

It takes nearly an hour, with Hawke pulling the dagger out bit by bit, while Anders fixes intestines, removes internal liquid where it doesn't belong and mends tissue, layer by layer. At last, the wound is closed, a general healing spell takes care of most other injuries, and Anders has just enough mana left to heal Varric and Hawke of minor cuts and scratches. Finally, his hands shaking from having spend all his energy, he sits down and Hawke and Varric lift Fenris onto a cot with fresh blankets. He watches Fenris, still but breathing.

And he breaks down.

Great, violent sobs wreck his body, making him shake all over. He nearly lost him. Fenris, who has crawled out of the worst life he could have and fought like mad for his freedom, such a fighter, such a bright light, and he nearly died on Anders' table.

"Hey, hey now," Varric says as he sits down next to him on the floor, handing him a handkerchief. "He'll live. You saved him."

"I nearly... I nearly didn't." Anders presses the handkerchief to his face. "I wasn't there, because we had this stupid fight and he hates me now and because of that I wasn't there and he nearly died, and if he would have died I never..."

"Never what?" Varric asks gently.

Anders looks up, noting that Hawke must have left. She never was very good with emotional outbreaks. Varric watches him, waiting for an answer, and Anders glances back to Fenris, breathing evenly under a blanket full of blood speckles.

"I have to clean that up, the blanket is too soiled, I have to —" He scrambles up, pulling a clean blanket from his stash to drape it over Fenris' unconscious body.

Varric stands up too and steps to his side, putting a hand on Anders' arm. "Never what?" Varric asks again.

Anders' hands clench into the clean blanket. "Never... never told him how much he means to me. How wonderful and amazing he is. How much he deserves. That I... I..."

"That you love him?"

Anders stares at Fenris, at his face, looking so much younger now without his usual frown. "I can't."

"Why not? Is he not good enough?"

"Are you out of your mind? Fenris is perfect. I'm the mess."

Varric sighs. "If you keep waiting until you're some sort of mystical better person before you let yourself be with this man you love, you’ll never gonna be with him. And one day he’ll find someone else who —"

Anders turns to Varric, a hysterical laugh braking out of him like a sob. "A mystical better person? There's nothing mystical about this. I'm a mage!"

"And I'm a romance author, and I happen to know that forbidden love —"

"This isn't one of your stories!" Anders cries out. "I'm an apostate, I'll never be free, I can never give him the life he fought so hard for. I'm a mess, dangerous and unstable, possessed. Death and destruction follow me around. I'm nothing but everything he hates." He brushes the hair away from Fenris' face. "I hope he'll find someone else one day who will give him all he deserves."

Fenris groans, his eyelids fluttering again. Anders quickly puts his hand on Fenris' forehead and casts a gentle sleep spell to keep him in a pain-free sleep for a while longer. He finally exchanges the bloody blanket for the clean one, tucking it close around his body. Feeling the coldness of Fenris' skin, he chucks a small fireball into the oven to keep the room warm.

"He doesn't talk much, but he's been even more broody than usual in these last few weeks," Varric says. "I think he misses you."

"Bless your romantic heart," Anders says with a sad smile, "but this is the real world."

Varric shakes his head and pulls a chair to the cot. "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll watch him."

Anders wants to protest, but his eyes keep drooping. With his last strength, he drags himself to his cot and falls onto it, face first. He's asleep with his second breath.

The door opening wakes him in the morning. Lirenne tries to be quiet when she comes in, but the circle ingrained certain reflexes deeply in him and they have saved him from templar raids here in Darktown as well.

"Good morning, Lirenne," Anders says as he steps out of his curtained-off corner of the clinic. He glances at Fenris, still asleep on the cot, and Varric, his head resting against the back of the chair. He looks asleep but he makes a sign with his hand that everything is alright.

"What happened to your friend?" Lirenne asks.

"Dagger wound to his stomach."

Lirenne pulls a face. "Nasty stuff. There's a new group running around from Antiva. They love daggers." She shakes her head, mumbling something to herself, and begins to clean up the mess from last night. Anders wants to help her, but then the first patient stumbles in from the night shift at the foundry. It's not the only patient for a while, but by lunchtime, things quiet down.

Anders uses the break to wash himself and change into a clean shirt. Then he checks on Fenris, who still sleeps. Varric still sits in his chair, scribbling into a notebook.

"You can go home, Varric." Anders casts a diagnostic spell over Fenris, satisfied with his healing progress.

"You know, I haven't been this productive in a long while, with nobody wanting anything from me." Varric stretches his neck and turns onto a new page in his notebook. "I'll stay a bit longer."

Anders looks at Fenris, his heart hurting like a stab wound. He brushes over his hair, letting his fingertip linger on the stretched shell of Fenris' ear. "He'll wake up soon, maybe you can take him home then. He will not want to stay longer than he has to."

Turning away, he nearly screams when suddenly a hand closes around his wrist like a vise. He turns back, looking into Fenris' wide-open eyes, his hand tingling with protective magic at the perceived danger.

"Mage," Fenris growls.

"Yes, that's me. Glad you're back with us." His stomach flips at the hard stare Fenris gives him.

Fenris' other hand goes to his stomach, carefully poking the fresh wound. "It looks like you saved my life."

Anders peels Fenris' fingers from his wrist and looks away. "It's what I do. Varric can take you home once you feel strong enough."

"Mage. Anders."

Hearing his name in Fenris' voice, stops him in his tracks. He turns back slowly, rubbing his hands to warm them, as he suddenly feels cold.

Fenris frowns at him. "I do not appreciate getting knocked out with a sleep spell."

"I know, but you needed to rest and then you wouldn't feel pain so I — wait." He narrows his eyes. "How do you even know what I did cast?"

A smile twitches at the corner of Fenris' mouth. "I was awake."

"No, you..."

"It's vital for a slave to pretend to sleep convincingly."

Anders thinks back to what he says and dread settles like a wet coat over his shoulders. "So you heard..." He closes his eyes for a moment to harden his heart. "Well, mock me all you want then."

Fenris grabs his hand before he can turn away. "I will not mock you." He pulls, surprisingly strong. "Forgive me, I can't sit up yet." His arm slings around Anders' neck and he draws him close. "I don't understand why you think you're not worthy of love. You are a powerful mage who uses his powers in the best of ways. You give your heart to fight for the kind of life I want."

Staring into Fenris' eyes, Anders sets his hand on Fenris' cot, holding his weight over him. "I'm a mage. You hate me."

Fenris' fingers clench at the back of Anders' neck. "I don't hate you. I never did. I feared you at first when I saw your power but now I know." He draws him closer, their lips nearly touching. "I know now who you are. I know what you do."

"You could have anybody," Anders whispers. "You could do so much better."

Fenris' lips brush over Anders'. "I don't think I can."

"I'll never be free."

"We'll be free together, as much as we can." Fenris pulls back, looking into Anders' eyes. "I am yours, if you let me."

Tears well in Anders' eyes as he surges forward. "Yes, love, yes." And he finally kisses Fenris.

"I knew it was a good idea to stay," Varric says as he madly scribbles into his notebook.

Anders laughs out, pressing his forehead against Fenris'. "He's gonna write a book about us."

"I know." Fenris glares at the dwarf. "You better make it a good one."

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Speak Roughly to your Boy

Hello Hello, Back with another installment of the Sea Nomads of Aqua Magna. This one immediately follows Size and Tears, and you can find that one and the others from the masterpost here. As always, fic is under the cut. Enjoy!

Perdix listened.

The sounds of Rahi could be found near the Hura-Mafa. He made sure to step carefully, aware he could draw their attention.

A snapping twig was his only warning as he turned aroud, seeing a metal claw slashing towards him...

Yesterday afternoon...

"You're sure?" Takua said, looking nervous as Perdix led him up the rising and falling back of the Ship.

"Absolutely, the old bull is tame as they come," Perdix answered, leading the Ta-Matoran to the helmsman's spot, at the base of the Ship's head. "Now if you press your fist to that spot there..." he said, grabbing a kelp woven harness and wrapping it around his wrist with a grin.

...

Perdix hauled himself onto the beach, his face pale as he dripped water. The old bull groaned from where it had come to rest on the beach, one of his flippers bent at an unnatural angle, the boats of the visiting Ga-Matoran so much flotsam and jetsam floating in the tide. He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand, just to scare him a little. Slowly getting to his feet as Matoran and Agori alike approached the shore in various states of fear, shock, and anger, he looked around. There was no red matoran following him out of the water. Takua... he could swim, right? He had to, everyone could swim...

A Ga-matoran with a visor-like mask and a wave-pattern on her chest armor ran past him and dove into the water as he stared numbly at the waves. After what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute, she re-emerged with Takua draped over her shoulder, his mask askew. Perdix stepped forward to help, only for her to snap at him. "You've done enough." she bit out, jabbing a finger at him before laying Takua on the beach, just out of the surf.

The light on Takua's chest seemed to flicker, and Perdix's heart sank to the pit of his gut as he began to realize what he'd done.

"Move! Let me see him." The voice that spoke was as firm and unstoppable as a tide, and the crowd parted, revealing the Matoran elder walking towards the seashore, trident-staff in hand. Eyes bore into Perdix that seemed as ancient as the sea, and as they drifted over him, as cold as the deep ocean.

"He's not breathing, Turaga!" The ga-matoran said with a hint of panic, causing fearful mutters from the agori.

"You've done well, Hahli. Be at ease." Nokama said, gingerly kneeling in the sand next to the unconscious matoran. She closed her eyes, stretching her hand over Takua's chest, and the beach went silent. "Great Spirit, let me have the power for this..." Nokama spoke in a whisper only Perdix and Hahli could hear, moving her hand up over Takua's chest and neck, before raising her hand as it reached his mask, a stream of water flowing from his mouth and following the Turaga's hand. As the water collected in a ball over the Nokama's hand, the agori whispered amongst themselves. Perdix stared at Nokama in awe and fear, before Takua sat bolt upright, spluttering before saying, "I'm Okay! I think... what happened... is my mask crooked?"

Ockema's hand fell onto Perdix's shoulder with a heavy weight, and he was pulled away from the scene. The last thing he saw of that beach was Nokama's gaze staring into his soul, before she shook her head in disappointment as Hahli helped her to her feet.

He found himself in the main tent, across from Isom and her baby, the mother glancing curiously at the young agori. Someone had taken the thought to drape a blanket over his cold, shivering shoulders, but otherwise he was being soundly ingnored.

The elders were gathered by a fire near the mother, speaking in hushed whispers amongst themselves. He wasn't trying to listen to them, though... his mind was still on Takua's body, still and unmoving on the beach, and Nokama's gaze piercing him like a harpoon through a makuta fish.

"Boy."

Perdix winced, the word cutting him like a knife. He slowly looked up into Ockema's face, the old worn agori's mouth drawn into a tight line, and his eyes sharp and stern, the other elder agori in Ag-Koro standing behind him. "Yes, elder?" he asked.

"Do you understand what you've done?"

Perdix didn't get a chance to reply.

"Tipthon's front flipper is broken. He may never sail again. Half of the Ga-Matoran's ships are in pieces. Ships they used to come here because they were concerned for one of our tribe." Ockema pointed towards Isom, who looked pained at the news of what had happened outside. Ockema's voice stayed even and firm, never once raising in volume. "But that is not what you cost us today. Think, boy. If a tribe have no ships, how will they fish? If they cannot harvest the kelp beds, how do they weave? With no fish, there shall be no bones to carve, no crafts to mend. We are now as Tipthon, crippled and weakened from your foolishness." The elders nodded behind him.

Perdix trembled.

"You are lucky foolishness can be cured, boy."

Perdix felt a bit of hope, only for it to dash on the rocks.

"But, it is not just our Tribe you have hurt today. A matoran from a tribe that is already weary of us nearly drowned for your foolishness. Were fate unkind today, I would send you to the south and have you grovel before the elder of Ta-Koro for his mercy. As it is, the Ta-Matoran bears you little ill will, and for that, be thankful." Ockema's voice softened at the last part.

"...What's my punishment, then?" Perdix asked, feeling like a small child, and nothing like the young tribesman his mother had proclaimed him to be on the docks two days before.

"That, is for Turaga Nokama to decide," Ockema replied. It was the first time Perdix had heard anyone call her by her matoric title, instead of the agori 'elder' that he was familiar with.

Soon after, Nokama entered the tent, helped along by Kotu. The matoran by Nokama's side seemed interested in looking anywhere other than where Isom lay propped up in the corner, where she had been silently watching.

Nokama's gaze was fixed squarely on Perdix. "...Perdix, pupil of Pretra?" addressinghim in Matoric.

The young agori nodded.

"You are banished from the gates of Ga-Koro," she spoke simply. "May Mata Nui grant you the wisdom of Unity, and purpose in Duty," she finished, nodding at Ockema and the other elders. There was a pause from the elder agori, before they bowed their heads respectfully in return. Then Nokama turned, walking out of the tent with hardly another word.

The elders watched her go, while Perdix swayed in his seat, mute and trembling. Beyond the gates.... Beyond the gates... None of the sea tribe had ever stepped foot outside the small islets in Naho Bay, not for any extended stay. Strange, terrifying creatures dwellt on the mainland, and the Sea Tribe had been content to stay close to the sea they knew well.

And now Perdix would have to brave that unknown interior alone.

#bionicle #byzwrites #agori ocs #sea nomads of aqua manga #sea agori au #takua #nokama #hahli cameos as a lifeguard

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Facets: Chapter 4

Summary: Moja gets a surprising visitor on his planet, but they’re not here to see the God of Destruction…

Author Notes: felt like updating this chapter tonight! it’s a bit shorter than the rest, but i hope you’ll still enjoy it! <3

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Another day comes for Moja’s planet. Ive and Poli find themselves sparring with each other. Ive uses his agility to flip around on occasion, gracefully launching his attacks, but Poli neatly dodges them as always. Moja, also as usual, is lounging in a chair off to the side of the area, simply relaxing in the sun.

Suddenly, a stream of brilliant light appears, signifying the arrival of another god. Poli and Ive stop what they’re doing when this happens, and Moja opens his eyes to slits.

As soon as the light dissipates and the visitors are revealed to be none other than Universe Z’s God of Destruction Roxa and his angel Tai, Moja jumps out of his chair and hurries over to them in surprise.

“R-Roxa!” he sputters. “This is a surprise, I didn’t expect you to visit me…!”

Roxa smiles warmly. Ive notes that his demeanor doesn’t quite fit the title of Destroyer. “Hello, Moja. It’s good to see you again.”

Ive and Poli both walk over to greet them while Moja rubs his hands together anxiously. “What brings you here today? Did you need something?”

To everyone’s surprise, Roxa turns to Ive. “Actually, I came to visit your protégé.”

Moja blinks in confusion. “... You came to see Ive? What for?”

“I’m interested in seeing his power. That’s all.”

Moja seems a little wary. “Ah… Alright. What did you have in mind?”

Another smile from Roxa. “I’d actually like to spar with him, if that’s alright.”

The bird God of Destruction sputters once more. “Y-you want to spar? With him? A-are you sure about that?”

Roxa laughs a little. “Don’t look so nervous,” he reassures. “I just want to see how strong he is.”

Moja looks nervously at Ive. “Uh… Alright. Go on, Ive.”

As Ive steps forward, Roxa looks back at Tai. “Tai, please take us to my favorite sparring area.”

Tai bows her head. “Yes, Lord Roxa.”

In another bright flash of light, the two are suddenly teleported to a blank, white space similar to the one all the gods had met in before. It is vast and seemingly goes on forever. Ive looks around in awe at this place.

“Alright, Ive…” Roxa steps forward. “Feel free to power up as much as you can. I want to see your full strength.”

Ive shuffles. “Um… Okay.”

In a burst of spectacular energy, Ive transforms into Super Saiyan Albedo. Roxa observes him carefully for a moment. “Okay, then. Come at me whenever you want.”

Ive gets ready, then blasts off towards him. The match begins with Ive throwing quick punches, but Roxa dodges them all. Ive then tries throwing in a few acrobatic moves involving kicks and flips, but the god dodges them as well. Finally, Ive begins firing off energy blasts, all of which Roxa easily deflects.

As the battle goes on, Ive seems to get more and more into it. His strikes become quicker and more intense. Suddenly, he fires off a blast that explodes and creates smoke when Roxa cancels it out. Taking this chance, Ive bursts through the smoke with another strike. Unfortunately, Roxa is only slightly taken aback by this move and dodges quickly.

However, in a swift movement, Ive swipes his tail to wrap it around Roxa’s leg, whipping around and flinging him off to the side. This actually does manage to take the god by surprise for the first time in the whole match. When Roxa recovers, he turns just in time to see Ive’s fist coming at him with great speed.

His dodge is very narrow this time. Ive’s fist grazes his cheek.

Once this happens, Roxa holds up a hand, causing Ive to stop in confusion. “I think that’s enough for now,” he says.

Clearly winded, Ive powers down. The two are suddenly teleported back to Moja’s planet, where Universe X’s Destroyer is waiting impatiently. When they arrive, Moja waddles over to them.

“How was it?” he asks.

“It was quite stimulating,” answers Roxa. “I haven’t had a good spar like that in a very long time.” He turns to Ive, looking at him somewhat knowingly. “You have a very great power, young man. One day, you’ll do great things. I’m sure of it.”

That obviously flatters Ive, who even flushes a little. Before he can thank Roxa, the god turns to leave. “I think it’s time we take our leave. Thank you for having us, Moja.”

Moja squeaks out, “It’s always a pleasure!”

The two visitors teleport away in the same beam of light they arrived in, and Moja breathes a heavy sigh of relief before turning to Ive. “You’re real lucky, you know that?”

Ive blinks. “Huh? Why do you say that?”

“If you weren’t immortal, sparring with Roxa would have only ended up with you being dead. I’m surprised you came out of that unscathed anyway.”

Ive rubs his neck. “Well, he mostly dodged and countered… He only seemed interested in seeing what I could do, I think. He’s really nice, though. Why are you so nervous around him?”

Moja’s expression turns serious. “Ive… Roxa is the strongest God of Destruction in the multiverse. The only ones that rank above him are the angels, the Grand Priest, and the Omni-king.”

Ive seems taken aback by that. “Really…? I wonder why he was interested in me, then?”

Moja looks exasperated. “Yeah, me frickin’ too. Anyway, you can get back to your training, now.”

“R-right, okay.”

Ive walks back over to Poli while Moja returns to his chair. He flops down and sort of deflates there, mulling over what Roxa could possibly want with his student.

#db facets #dbz oc #chapter 4

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liz-allyn · 1 year

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Hi so I read pt 18 very quickly and I want to take some time to sit with it I feel like I haven't quite absorbed it into mu blood stream yet because that's what this chapter deserves to be its so much for me to Handel right now though because I have to prep for new semester and final results are out in like two days so I'm sorry if I'm not articulate as before when it come to this chapter

As always the opening I'm coming to believe personally are your strongest suits as a writer you know exactly how to open up a story set the scene and put us in place as reader to let us know what is happening it's literally perfect not too much information blasted on my face as soon as I jump in and not to little I felt jittery excited and uncomfortable as soon as I read the opening lines I anticipated the episode coming but the anxiety was there I was scared the mood was set the tone was firm opening with expsotion about the mental illness breaking it down and sprinkling it in through out the introduction was awesome it's my favourite opening since pt 9

Honey is at her absolute rock bottom in this there no lower she can go in terms of breaking down than this and the best part about hitting rock bottom is that the only way you can from here is up she has my entire heart I will give my soul to protect this woman and good news is so will Peter I love the idea that you're breaking down your characters in the I'm lighting them up on fire and there is only gonna be ashes left kinda way because they hold such power over each other and I think they both particularly Peter acknowledges that they have the power to break each other and build each other they have as of this chapter seen each other at their absolute worse and if they can get through this they're gonna be unstoppable I don't remember where I might have to re read a part where Pete mentions that his worse is all he had to offer now he's seen what honey had to offer too I think he still loved her and she does too she has to acknowledge it though

Gwens reveal was surprising In a I can see where and why she would have done that way it's heart breaking that both women Peter chose to love have to go through this I'm glad that the secrets and dirty laundry is all out and nothing is hidden the only theme I clinging to solely in this chapter is the one Eddie so beautifully put that bad people don't try to do the right thing that scene is soft and tender and slow amongst the chaos of the ploy picking up it gives us such a nice breather it made me tear up when he said that to her #eddiehoneyfrienshipsupremacy

Felicia oh my god she's a force of nature as always her clearing it up to honey that they were not against her is so crucial because when honey is gonna replay all these incidents all over like me i think she might understand and appreciate this as you're my friend I love you I'm sorry we didn't know I understand but fuck you for trying to hurt yourself because watching you like that hurts Me and never ever will I allow you to do that to yourself so much said in so little I weep and sob

This packed an emotional punch which like I said I was not comptely ready for I might not re read this chapter as compared to the others that much because ot makes me so sad ATM to read this but I might come back to it for intorpection when the story is over because it's so important to the rest of the story I read in some ones review of this Chapter that Peter relaseing venom to protect her is so poetic because him relaseing this monster Is symbolic of there is nothing in him to keep at bay if she dies and that is such an astute observation so funking brilliant kiss that person for me because it really hammers home how much weight she carries in Peter's life for him and how important she is for him

I have a few ideas where Pete might be I'm excited to see where this goes can't wait to see if I'm right

That's all for now all my live drink water

🌌

These are such great things to read (except the part about you struggling rn) so thank you for sharing! I agree with you, I feel like we're at a point where they are so near the bottom it's hard to see how they'll get out of it, but trust me! After the pain there will be some sunshine. By the way, I think it was @blooming-violets that mentioned how Peter became a monster to save the woman he loved, so kiss her, she loves kisses! (but not cooties).

Speaking of kisses please take care of yourself! As far as the finals being out soon—there's nothing to worry about (or at least nothing else that you can do anything about?). When I used to prep for new semesters, it felt good. A chance to start over, in my experience.

OMG I need so much water 😭 so thank you for the reminder 💜 Please join me in drinking some to our healths.

#🌌.txt #💬 sugar and vice #also everyone take care of your mental health when reading fic

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trashworldblog · 1 year

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(writing that was exhausting...)

i can imagine! you did good work though!

now, sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story from my travels.

it started when i was a girl. young, but not too young to forget. The year before this started, i had gone to Disney world with my family. Dressed as Cinderella in the swealtering heat, looking up at the tower of terror. shaking in my sneakers, hearing the screams, and thinking wearily of the elevator back in our hotel. Could an elevator really fall like that? I didnt have the words (or the guts) to ask. But that trip is a story for another time.

I'm in Pennsylvania with my family. It's a cool summer night, and our minivan had just arrived at our hotel late at night. I pack away my summer learning activity packet and grab my stuffed animals, ready to head up to the room. I was a pro at checking in at this point. I ran with my dad to get the trolly for our bags and helped pack our stuff onto it (helped as much as a little tike can, I was a twiggy little thing, still am [/pos. i love my body]) We catch up with mom and start to head up to the room. We made it just in time. It just started pouring outside, painting the pavement with headlights and stoplights. It was an inky, blurry, watercolor painting.

My brother and I chase to the elevator, hoping we can be the one to press the up button. The button lights up under his fingers. I hope i can press the floor number when we get inside. The bag trolly rolls awkwardly into the elevator, the wheels refusuing to turn, as they usually do ontop of hotel carpeting. I light up when I press the 4 button. The elevator pushes to life, lifting us up to our room. I dream of the plush matress waiting for me, the waffles in the continental breakfast, the pool that filled the lobby with the chlorinated smell that only public pools have.

My eyes snap open as the elevator shudders to a hault. Way too early for the 4th floor. The gears start turning in my head as I try to figure out what is happening.

My dad is pressing the call button, hoping for a response. Nothing happens. He presses the alarm button. Nothing happens. His face scrunches a bit in thought. Luckily, it was the 2000s. He pulls out his Blackberry (yes, obviously, its the 2000s). He checks with mom about the number for the hotel, and calls.

"Hello? Yes. Hi, we just checked in and we're in the elevator"

"No, we're in the elevator. It's the [insert name here lol]. No we Just checked in. Yeah, No. This isnt a prank or something. Did the power go out? Yeah. We're in the elevator. Can you call the fire department or something?"

My heart SINKS. Fire department? no power? so the elevator is... stuck? My heart quickens hearing the screams from disneyworld. when will the elevator drop? what will happen?

tears stream down my face. as i gasp for breath.

I cant remember a time in my life where i felt so much panic. I felt the impending doom as the lights above me flickered, likely powered by an emergency generator. Maybe I was scared when we did those speed multiplication tables, or when i presented to the class, but i never felt this level of dread. Impending doom.

my parents dont know whats happening in my mind. They likely didnt know about my anxiety. So they laugh it off an shrug. "Whelp! whatcha gonna do!" and make a joke about The Griswolds Vacation (a joke we constantly make when something goes wrong on road trips). I'm glad to say ive recently been able to adopt this mentality. I can laugh off bad luck and tricky situations. At the time? did not appreciate that. I was already in panic, unable to vocalize why i was so concerned.

After what felt like a melinum to a child (and a very bad photo of us stuck in the elevator) the doors start opening revealing the third floor at the top third of the door, and the second floor at the bottom half of the door. They explained that since we were in between floors they would have to go down and manually lower the elevator to the first floor, so that we could get our stuff out as well. They close the doors so we dont fall out while the lower it, and we wait for the elevator to start moving.

Its pretty jittery and very slow. I'm anticipating a drop, and every jolt sends shockwaves through my heart and gut. I gasp at some of the more sudden movements, but I had calmed down some. I was still upset in the only way a kid can be. frustrated, but confused as to why, just knowing with every fiber of my being that i did not like what was happening.

After a little while the floor of the elevator hits something solid, and we stop moving. I take a sigh of relif. The door opens a few moment later, and theres about 10 firefighers in all their gear smiling at us, and giving my brother and i high fives. i crack a smile, though the tears still stain my face. The front desk offers for us to take the stairs, and we decline. We check out, and my mom takes us back to the car. My dad works out a refund while i get situated in my carseat. I think of pulling out my workbook, but its far too dark out. I settle for watching raindrops drip down the window, and place bets for which raindrop is gonna win. I feel stress begin to melt out of my tiny body, and i relax back into my seat. I look over to my brother and he's messing with something in his hands, but i cant figure out what, its getting too dark for me to see. I think of the hotel bed that i could have been snuggled in right about now, if not for the lighting strike that took out a powerline.

My parents talk up front, figuring out a gameplan for where we're going to stay tonight. A constant loop of "Hi! do you have any rooms available? Do you have power? no?" *click* "Hi! do you have any rooms available? no?" *click* I remember my eyes getting heavy, the rain on the roof of the car calling me to sleep. Its a nice change from the inside of an elevator. I remember a talk about the cost of staying at the hershey hotel, and they agree to check the other hotels in the area before they try that one. I grab a plushie, anf squeeze it tight as my eyes droop closed. A deep breath pushes me back into my seat, and I dont remember anything past that.

#i hope you enjoyed this! this was from my family trip to hershey PA ~2008ish #this is a true story! i remember it very well. i dont remember what hotel we stayed in that night #but i remember going to hershey pa and loving it #i do know we did find a hotel! mostly becuase i remember thinking the next day that we were going back to the 'replacement hotel'#i also remember making my own hershey chocolate bar with my mom and brother. it was okay lol #but it was fun!#beth likes to write #thanks for the ask!

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fanfoolishness · 11 months

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If you're so inclined from that prompt list, Greez & Purrgils? or BD-1 & bacta?

Thank you! I hope you enjoy this for Greez & Purrgil!

in the still of an endless night

Greez struggles with grief and going it alone, but being there for family brings him back. Greez POV, Greez & Cal, a smidgen of Cal x Merrin, Jedi: Survivor spoilers. 1800 words, angst, grief, Mantis found family.

Greez knows he should try to get some sleep.

He's the pilot. He's got people relying on him. He owes it to them to stay rested, to make sure he's at the top of his game. Where would they be without him?

Instead he sits at his pilot's chair, hands cupping the controls loosely, autopilot on. He watches hyperspace stream by, blue and white streaks dancing in the void, their interplay a mystery he knows he will never understand. That’s okay. It’s not for him to know. All he has to do is navigate it, and he’s got that down.

The Mantis is quiet all around him. Maybe Cal’s rubbing off on him, but for a moment Greez imagines he hears the sounds he used to, back when they were all together; Cal and Merrin joking together awkwardly on the sofa, Cere’s calming voice with occasional crazy good jabs, BD-1’s burbling cheer.

He hears none of it now, of course. BD-1’s plugged in and powered down for the trip. Cal and Merrin are asleep, or at least, together. He’s not stupid. Something’s finally going on with those two, and he should be happy about it, happy for them.

He is. He’s glad that Cal’s moving on from the Jedi code, that Merrin’s figured herself out, and that somehow, those two weird kids have found their way back to each other. He’d long ago decided that when it inevitably happened, he’d razz them about it -- but just gently enough so that they knew he really was proud of them. He’d always figured when it finally happened that it’d be a happy time for their funny little family. A new chapter. Something to celebrate, after all of their struggles.

But Cal and Merrin and BD aren’t the only ones on board. Cere’s here too with Master Cordova, both in burial shrouds. Safe and sound, where nothing can hurt them again.

And everything, everything is wrong.

Here in the quiet, the tears come. He’d been trying to keep them back. Trying to put on a brave face for Cal and Merrin. He’s suddenly aware that he’s all they have left to look up to, and all his swagger and charm and charisma feel powerfully, powerfully hollow.

The streaming lines of hyperspace blur, waver, vanish entirely. Greez weeps into all four hands, and for a while, everything fades away.

His breath eventually slows. He only has so many tears at once, after all. He wipes them from his face, feels his damp whiskers, lets out a long, deep sigh.

That’s when he sees them.

For a moment he isn’t sure of what he’s looking at. The lines of hyperspace bend and sway. At first he thinks it’s his bleary eyes, but the bend in the lines deepens, becomes a deep, ominous shadow.

Many shadows.

“Oh, kriff,” he breathes. There’s only one thing the shadows can be, here in a hyperspace lane. Purrgil.

Maybe he’s been lucky, but they’ve never haunted the Mantis before. He’s heard the tales, the hyperspace collisions, wrecks never to be found. He freezes. What can he do? If he tries to haul the ship out of hyperspace, they’ll wind up in who knows where, just as wrecked as if a purrgil tried to ram them. All he can do is sit tight, and hope they’ll pass on by.

“What are they?” asks a hoarse voice from the shadowed cabin, and Greez nearly falls out of his chair.

“Dammit, Cal, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Greez hisses. “Well, come on up, get a better view. If we’re gonna die now, it’d be nice to have some company.”

Cal slides into the seat beside Greez. The blue and white light of hyperspace plays over his face, revealing messy hair and swollen, puffy eyes. Whatever rest he’s gotten on his own or with Merrin hasn’t been enough; kid’s still a wreck, and Greez doesn’t blame him.

“Have you ever seen them before?” asks Cal.

“No, and I don’t wanna be seeing them now,” says Greez gruffly. “They’re purrgil. Some kind of space whale. They have a nasty reputation for crashing into ships in hyperspace.” He watches them float past, their tails somehow twinkling with the same glow as the infinite stars. Funny, but they seem awfully gentle for beasts with their reputation. “Huh. I don’t think they mean to do it, really. Maybe they ain’t that bright.”

“They’re not malicious,” says Cal. “They just have somewhere to be, and they want to get there. That’s all.”

“That a Jedi thing? You can talk to them?”

Cal shrugs. “I don’t know. Just a guess, from the way they’re moving. I don’t think they’re interested in us at all.” He laughs, but it’s a brittle, rueful sound. “They might be the only thing in the galaxy we don’t have to run from.”

Greez takes a deep breath. What would Cere say? She was always good at talking Cal through those bitter waves that hit him, now and then. She never let it get her down, just always acted like it was a lesson she could work through with him. That was the teacher in her.

She’d been so wise.

Greez watches the purrgil swim on by, massive ethereal things, slow and stately and yet impossibly fast. Maybe Cere would have liked them. Maybe she would have shared some Jedi lore about them. They’ll never know now.

He’s got nothing, but he tries anyway. “Cal… we’re gonna get through this,” says Greez. “Not just the purrgil. All of it. Cere and Cordova and Bode, all of it.”

Cal nods, his mouth tight, looking off into the distant void.

“How are you, kid?”

He shrugs, shoulders jerking. “I -- I keep seeing it, Greez,” he whispers. “Her death.” He crosses his arms over his chest and hunkers down in his seat, screwing his eyes shut.

Oh, oh. Greez has seen this before, seen the kid sunken down on the floor, huddled to try and shut the memories out. Before it was the memory of losing his old master. Now it’s --

“Hey, hey.” He takes a deep breath, tries to figure out what might help. “I’m sorry, Cal. I know this thing you got, with seeing these -- these echoes -- I know it’s hard. If it seems like it’s just too much, you can tell old Greezy. Maybe it won’t feel so bad if someone else shares it too, you know?”

Cal’s shaking. Greez slides out of his pilot’s chair, seizes the kid in a fierce squeeze of a hug. “You hear me?”

Cal looks down at him, breathing hard. “She nearly had him, Greez. Darth Vader. She fought like a hero. Like the Jedi Master she was.” He hangs his head. “And at the end, she reached out to me. I could feel her fading, through the Force -- and I kept hoping I was wrong, I was confused, maybe I was feeling something else --” He hugs Greez back and lets out a long, shuddering breath. “If I’d made it back in time, if I hadn’t gone after Bode --”

“Then maybe you’d both be dead,” says Greez sharply. “You telling me you could take out Darth Vader? If Merrin and I lost both of you, things would be even worse.” He swallows. “Cere was special. But she wouldn’t have wanted you to get killed trying to save her.”

Cal nods, his eyes bright. “I know.” He glances up, gazing into hyperspace. “... Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Greez listens, but all he picks up are the normal Mantis sounds, and Cal’s rough breathing. He looks curiously at the kid, then out the view field. The purrgil have swum far ahead of them, now, their long, massive tails dancing in the starstreams. They seem to be clustering together, drawing close to one another.

“Hear what?” he asks again.

“It’s like singing,” Cal says, and he closes his eyes, falling deep into concentration. “But it’s so… strange. Beautiful, almost.” For a moment, he looks like normal Cal again, the grief fading to the background. It makes Greez’s chest hurt.

The reverie is brief, and Cal shakes his head, coming out of it. “It was faint. I wish I could have understood it. All I could get was just a sense of… striving.” He looks down at his hands. “Maybe Cere could have understood them better.”

There’s a flash in white and blue, and the shadows are gone. The purrgil have left them, vanishing to parts unknown. Greez sighs in relief.

“Maybe,” says Greez. “But you got something from them, and that’s not nothing, Cal. Who knows? Maybe you’re what kept us from turning into space trash. If so, I appreciate it.”

Cal gives him a tired smile. Unlike the laugh from earlier, it reaches his eyes.

“Go get some rest,” Greez prods. “Plenty of time to run yourself ragged later.”

“I’m fine --” Cal begins.

Greez fixes him with a stern stare. “I don’t know if you know this, kid, but Cere and I, we had a pact. If we lost one of us… the other one was gonna do everything they could to keep you kids safe. I may not be much of a fighter, but I can bug you to take care of yourself, and dank farrik, I’ll do it.”

“That’s -- no, I shouldn’t be surprised. That sounds just like both of you.” Cal gets to his feet. “But you should get some rest, too. Don’t think you’re the only one on this ship who can worry. I know you’re hurting too.”

“Well -- well -- fine,” Greez grumbles, touched. “Okay. The Mantis is on autopilot anyway. I just… I needed some time, too.”

“I hear you.” They walk towards the sleeping quarters, Cal heading for the engine room.

“‘Night, Cal. And say goodnight to Merrin for me,” says Greez casually.

“Sure,” Cal says, then stops and draws himself up straight, looking startled. “Wait -- how did you know--”

“You two’ve been making eyes at each other for years, Cal. Cere and I had a bet on, even with the Jedi code and all. It was a whole thing. Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand. “I’m glad for you two. This family could use a little extra happiness, right about now.”

Cal just smiles at him. His face is still drawn and grief-lined, but there’s a glimmer of real warmth there that’s heartening to see. “Thanks, Greez.”

“Don’t think this means you’re not getting teased,” Greez warns. “It just doesn’t feel appropriate right now, under the circumstances. But we figure this thing out -- see it through -- well, just be prepared, is all I’m saying.”

“You think Merrin’ll stand for that?”

“Well, no, she’ll probably turn me into a toad. It’ll be worth it, though.”

“Toads it is, then, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

“Now wait a minute --”

“See you when we get there.” Cal’s chuckle cuts off as he walks down the hallway back to his quarters, and Greez heads to his own bunk, pondering his potential future as a toad. He climbs in and lays back against the pillow, letting his eyes close.

The night feels a little easier now. They’ve managed not to get exploded by a purrgil, that’s gotta count for something. With their luck lately, he’ll take it as a win.

The grief of losing Cere -- and Cordova, the Anchorites, the Archive -- still waits for him, here in the dark. This isn’t his first run-in with grief, and he knows it’s something he’ll carry with him always, just as he carries Granny Pyloon with him. But one of the funny things about grief is that you can’t feel the worst in your life every minute, and right now, thinking of his talk with Cal, he feels a little better.

“I’ll do what I can for them, Cere,” Greez says quietly. “You can count on me.”

#greez dritus #cal kestis #cal x merrin #merrical #jedi: survivor #jedi: survivor spoilers #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #cere junda #mantis found family #my jedi fic #obviously inspired by ezra's connection with the purrgil in rebels #cal doesn't have ezra's natural inclination to connect with animals #but we saw in the game that he's getting better at it #so i figure he can get something from the purrgil but doesn't form the same connection with them as ezra

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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If requests are still open, could I request a gender neutral teenage reader (around 16) who is a lord. They are the kindest and most passive of the lords but they are also the only lord that every other lord likes.

Heyy, so I loved writing these they were super adorable and i did it a little differently where there’s some general head cannons for everyone and then there’s also some for each specific character! Also the reader is 18 because I just think it’s easier for me to handle, I hope that’s okay. These are gender neutral so enjoy! and sorry for the delay!

General HC’s

Being the fifth Lord certainly didn’t mean that you were at the back of the group.

Although you were younger than most of the lords, having been the last to have the Cadou implanted, you were the favourite in the eyes of not just the other Lords but Mother Miranda adored you, even the villagers love you.

Unlike the rest of the Lords, who’s Cadou allowed them to harm and take life, your Cadou allowed you to grow greenery and plant life everywhere.

You had the ability to restore old forests, letting flowers grow from you palm and giving them to the children in the village.

Amongst the village, you’re by far the most beloved of the Lords. Each week you bring down foods that you’ve grown so that there’s food for everyone, using the roots of the trees to grow tall and protect them from Lycans that may want to enter at night.

Everyone can tell where you’ve been because you’ll leave a trail of grass under your feet with little flowers appearing when you walk with bare feet.

The village hosts a week long feast for you where all the Lords celebrate with you. There’s lots of gifts, dancing and offerings. It’s the only joyful time of the year and even the Lords who seem sour like Heisenberg, Alcina and even Miranda seem to tolerate each other to celebrate with you.

Your domain is surrounded by forests and streams which have all been restored, wildlife now dwelling amongst the canopy.

Your house is in the centre of it all, the heart of the forest in a large oak tree which is hollow and now where you call home.

You’re a literal ray of sunshine in this ever gloomy world and no matter who or what you encounter; they adore you instantly

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina certainly wasn’t happy that the newest Lord was befriending villagers and protecting them as they were her source of food, but that all came crumbling down when she got to know you.

You couldn’t explain it but your beautiful and bubbly energy transferred to people and everyone noticed that Alcina had become warmer towards everyone else.

She saw you as one of her daughters, so sweet and innocent that she felt that motherly instinct to protect you from all the bad in the world.

She loves to braid your hair, watching as flowers grow between the weaves as she pulls it back gently with her long fingers.

Alcina never complains when moss grows on the walls of her castle as she could never be mad at you. She just gets the maidens to clean it off later.

She hates that she often has to stay in the castle with her daughters so you make sure flowers are growing in all her vases and the courtyard is lit up with bright greens for her daughters to gaze out onto.

Everyone at the castle loves you, the maidens, her daughters and especially the Lady of the House as you instantly make the room brighter.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is in absolute awe of you.

She is always so excited to spend time with you and you make her feel loved and happier.

You’re like the younger sibling she never had and she can’t stop smiling when you visit her manor.

Sometimes when you come over for lunch or spend a lazy afternoon over at her house, you open your palm and let a little white flower grow from your palm. You always tuck it behind her ear with a strand of her hair and then grow a smaller one for Angie and place it on her veil.

Donna has a tendency to close herself off from people and often feels lonely but you’re the only one who makes her feel loved.

You show her parts of your forest, places she’s never explored and if she’s scared you simply hold her hand tightly in reassurance.

Once when you were walking through the path leading from your home a deer had stopped in front of you.

Donna was instantly scared of the creature having never seen one before but you gently took her over to it and got her to hold out her hand.

It smelt her hand, it’s doe eyes looking at her before it ran off again and she’d never felt happier since you were there the whole time with her.

She loved getting to explore the woodlands with you, bringing Angie along of course. She felt safe and comfortable with you and she trusted you enough to show her your world which she was captured by instantly.

You make her happy and always manage to lift her spirits up with your powers and you friendship.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore loves your powers so much. He’s captured by them immediately and is always so excited to see you grow new things.

He can’t believe that you’d ever want to spend time with him so you always try to cheer him up with homemade meals from things you’ve grown or gifts woven out of wood for him to decorate his home with.

You’ll never forget the way his eyes lit up when you used your powers to restore the windmill that had broken. Using tree branches to make the wind turbine and watching the walls grow green.

The reservoir is no longer gloomy like it used to be but instead there is life all around his land.

The snow melts away to reveal lush green fields which reflect the water beautifully and the petals of trees fall into the water, floating on the light.

He loves to see you and always gets giddy when you visit him, watching as he jumps for joy when he sees you at the front gate.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl will NOT admit it, but you’re the literal ray of sunshine in his life, getting excited when he sees you walk through the gates of his factory.

Hes always smiling to himself when he sees moss, flowers and vines throughout the metal benches and grates of his factory but will deny it if anyone asks.

Sometimes when he’s welding away at metal he won’t hear you come in, and only realises it when he takes a break and sees you curled on the floor with three lycan puppies in your arms as you create sticks from your hands to play fetch with.

Karl is very protective over you and hates when you’re at family meetings because Miranda wants to use your gifts of growth and healing to experiment on you further. Wanting to see if you could potentially grow new limbs or heal others not just the natural world.

One time he walked into experimenting rooms ready for another trial on a potential solider when he notices the Soldat had green leaves coming from his wounds and his torso was wrapped in vines. He couldn’t help but smile at your little additions and made a note in his designs to make all his Soldat’s with your touches to them, deciding that they looked better with them anyway.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #RE8 #asks #prompt

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader

+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!

dream:

since he is also a faceless youtuber

he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy

and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it

he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal

sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos

like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction

and chat is like, how long has he been here?????

the two of you would hint at a face reveal

and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing

because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄

because dream never has a face cam on

he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films

and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh

you’re known as the faceless couple

georgenotfound:

it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber

I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways

or something along those lines

so it wouldn't make a big difference to him

would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't

and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes

but not actually seeing you

he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed

and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you

because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship

so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)

sapnap:

does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal

he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you

especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him

like, he will make a video about it if he has to

or tweet about it

the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you

when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private

that being said, he’d do so many streams with you

wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team

you always have so much fun together

even if you're literally in the same room together

if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that

there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation

badboyhalo:

bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed

and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!

like with coding

or just general growth in your channel

wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy

he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face

he knows people out there can be meanies

and come for you just because you don't show your face

and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out

he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that

and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you

calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love

he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls

you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)

technoblade:

he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it

before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces

you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together

and no one would even know about it

sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you

but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time

and vice versa

he also just stays with you when you're working

sharing small touches and words

chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing

it happens A LOT more than you realise

especially from his side🤭

wilbur soot:

okay so

I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day

he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams

and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart

but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless

he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you

but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him

and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed

you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of

and that everyone strives to be

chat loves you, what more can I say

corpse husband:

ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE

the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate

you stream/film together all the time

just having fun and being yourselves

he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming

and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way

he teases you a lot on stream

both cutely and mischievously

and your viewers are like👀

while his chat is just going crazy

you share lots of giggles

like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off

you two will forever be known as the faceless couple

even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title

skeppy:

zak will find a way to show you off no matter what

he just can't resist

the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world

but of course with your consent only

he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything

but since you're only remaining faceless

you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror

and just lots of pictures of you in general

with your face blocked out or not in view, of course

you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos

and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows

especially bad

you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other

but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form

he always mentions you in his streams

just small stories or conversations

chat can tell he’s head over heels for you

karl jacobs:

he's the most support person everrr

he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you

you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner

you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones

you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go

he’ll beg you to join him in is streams

just so he can hold your hand :)

or laugh with you every once in a while

he doesn't need you to face reveal at all

your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world

I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it

always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand

and everyone is like ?????

but you don't care :)

fundy:

fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos

mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat

unless he’s in the same game as you, of course

which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game

he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private

and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders

especially if it’s happening in his or your comments

if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that

does tiktoks with you

only with your voice though

and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view

he doesn't really care about your face being a secret

as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy

quackity:

alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you

and obviously you have the best collabs

you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows

he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that

or saying how clingy you are with him

and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM

and he's like “no”😤

but alex can't fool anyone

he’s in it for real with you🥴

and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it

especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you

and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world

but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again

with blushy cheeks ^w^

punz:

has you on his lap constantly

even when his hand-cam is on

nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming

he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams

because you get it

he’d teach you the games you didn't know of

and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of

and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics

he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream

but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him

and how do they find that out, you may ask?

well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least

awesamdude:

sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer

so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed

and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!

you guys have matching setups

you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together

because it’s funny to tease chat that way

you’d be posting pictures on social media

that give off hints that you're with each other a lot

like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie

and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie

stuff like that

he also celebrates big and small achievements with you

wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together

eret:

matching. outfits.

STRAWBERRY DRESSES

PLATFORM HEELS

ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes

and you're always matching

as in always

he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his

but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam

she likes telling stories about you

like, memories they have of you two together

and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams

telling everyone how happy you make them

she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)

jack manifold:

jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber

it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online

because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating

though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online

just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day

but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you

sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming

and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”

when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant

you’d always be in each others chats/comments

showing what a supportive couple you were

he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time

tommyinnit:

tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber

and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't

because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can

you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something

that being said, he literally talks so much about you

again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy

he says the same thing about you

but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious

you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”

or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”

getting all serious and shit🥺

he asks you constantly if you can join his vc

even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”

it’s really entertaining sometimes

especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time

calls you his favourite woman

tubbo:

ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you

like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling

and wants to tell everyone about you

even if they already know you from your channel

he just can't help but ramble on about you

especially to tommy

he replies to all of your tweets

and you reply to all of his

you always feature each other on your channels/streams

and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals

sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts

like a colour change

or a similar pattern

posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined

wearing matching bracelets you made yourself

and everyone finds it super cute<3

ranboo:

he would encourage you so much to join his videos

and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with

but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other

you'd be matching outfits so often

doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams

apart from mentioning how short you are

but on TWITTER

that's a whole other story

his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you

he’s always in your comments

just to leave a :)

or a supportive comment

if you ever wanted to do a face reveal

he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it

or less nervous

you’re just very lowkey and cute

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lokitvsource · 2 years

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Tom Hiddleston: “Lots Of Questions Will Answered” In ‘Loki’ Season 2 [Interview]

Anyone who is convinced they know who will be nominated in the Lead Actor in a Drama Series category should take a deep breath before publicly making their predictions. Not only is it arguably an insanely competitive category in an Emmys season that will produce a mountain of snubs across the board, but there are a number of highly watched, fantastic performances that could surprise. One of those is Tom Hiddleston in Marvel Studios’ “Loki.”

Notably, the most critically acclaimed Marvel series to date on Disney Plus is also the streaming service’s most popular (at least according to third-party tracking services). In fact, it’s almost as popular as another Emmy favorite, “The Mandalorian.” Hiddleston, a previous Emmy acting nominee for “The Night Manager,” delivers the sort of range that the Television Academy’s acting branch likes to reward. It also doesn’t hurt that he has some fantastic co-stars to bounce off of such as Jonathan Majors (as the villainous He Who Remains), Gugu Mbatha-Raw (as a misled time agency officer), Sophia Di Martino (as Sylvia, a female Loki variant out for revenge) and Owen Wilson (as time agency detective Mobius).

Hiddleston’s chemistry with Wilson is certainly one of the aspects of the series that makes it stand out from the other Marvel Studios television productions to date. During an interview with The Playlist last week, Hiddleston recalled Wilson asking him about his decade-plus journey playing the Norse god.

He notes, “One afternoon he said, ‘I think I got it. I’m just so curious. I’ve seen the films and I understand the journey, but Tom, what do you love about playing Loki?’ And I said, ‘I suppose it’s the character’s got so much range.’ And I said, ‘It’s like a piano. He can play the light keys, but he can also play the heavy keys.’ And then in a scene once, in the Time Theater, when Loki is trying to intimidate and threaten Mobius, Owen, just threw back, ‘See I can play the heavy keys too.’ And it was great. And it’s in the show, you know? It’s those moments where that feels really exciting.”

Over the course of our chat, which has been edited and condensed for clarity, Hiddleston discusses what excited him about returning to portray Loki, playing with Majors in a key scene in the final episode, how “this” version of Loki is different from the one who was killed by Thanos and much, much more.

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The Playlist: Kevin Feige comes to you and says “We’re doing a “Loki” TV series” or limited series or whatever it was. What was your initial reaction?

Tom Hiddleston: Surprise and delight. What was my initial reaction? I had so many questions because it wasn’t long after I had finished my filming on “Avengers: Infinity War” and Loki’s demise felt conclusive and real. And he also wanted to honor the emotional catharsis of his sacrifice that Loki stands before Thanos and tries to save his brother and he calls himself an Odinson. And so my question was how do we allow his redemption and the poignancy of that moment to stand and create something entirely new? It felt so important to me, to him, to everybody that we had to do something new here. And that to me was the most exciting aspect of the idea was to explore Loki in a different context. Challenge the character, confront the character with his self-destructive and damaging patterns of behavior, and put him in an environment where he wasn’t in control. That by essentially stripping away what was familiar: Thor, Odin, Asgard, all the things that you’d seen before, something new would be revealed. He’s even stripped of his clothes, his status, his magical power. What’s left of Loki? Once you take all the bits of Loki that seem familiar, what’s left of him, what remains? And I thought just as a human element to the story, that’s a great starting point.

In that context, how different is Loki at the end of the sixth episode of the first season than when he was the character that was killed by Thanos? How, how much of a different character did you feel you were playing or did you feel they were at the same sort of emotional developmental sort of space?

Hmm, that’s a great question. They both certainly developed. I think Loki in the series is in a more enlightened place perhaps, or certainly in a more self-aware position because the Loki in the series is aware that his death was meaningless and that he was indirectly connected to his mother’s death and his father’s death. And this idea of glorious purpose, which has been a recurring theme for Loki has been revealed to mean nothing. And so the Loki in a series of someone in who’s been challenged by Mobius, by Sylvie, by the TVA to change. To develop something else. Challenged also by the other variants. The Richard E. Grant variant and the alligator variant. Loki has been playing the same old tune for so long, and the Loki who finishes the series is someone who is radically changed. And I think one of the most exciting scenes to film for me and Sophia and Sophia Di Martino and Jonathan Majors that I know feel the same way was the final argument where Loki doesn’t necessarily agree with He Who Remains, but he does want time to think about what to do because killing He Who Remains seems incredibly dangerous.

And Loki can see that Sylvie is blinded by grievance and anger and a kind of drive that is damaging to herself. And it resonates with him because all through the MCU, Loki’s been driven by grievance and anger and glorious purpose, I suppose. And he’s trying to help Sylvie understand that it may not deliver her what she wants because he’s been there. And that’s why he says, “I’ve been where you are. I felt what you feel.” So, yes, I think he’s in a place of self-awareness, of acceptance. He’s trying to break the record. He’s trying to play another tune. It felt very original, very new, very fresh and I loved the journey.

I wanted to ask about that scene with He Who Remains in particular. When I spoke to Kate Herron, she talked about the fact that because of Jonathan’s busy schedule, you all first went over it on Zoom, and that you did a read through, but when you got to set, he was doing things that you guys weren’t necessarily prepared for. Like unexpectedly jumping on tables and chairs. Can you talk about, as an actor, what that was like in terms of exploring something on set? Sure, it’s a big-budget show, but there is a time limit. Are those the parts of the job that are the most fun?

By far the most fun, the most exciting, and the respect of other actors or the respect of actors for each other, I find incredibly moving. And when people come ready and prepared, that’s when you can dance. And Jonathan was so ready and it was the last week of filming. And so there was this extraordinary sense of finality and momentous. It sort of was a [great] week because Sophia and I had been on this journey together. It was the real journey of making the show. And it was the end of the shoot and it was the finale of the piece. And so she and I knew each other very well, knew each other’s rhythms. And Jonathan, his big speech was literally the last three days of filming. And then the argument and the fight between Loki and Sylvie. And so the magic is when the parameters of the game have been set and agreed on. And then inside those parameters, you can play. And that’s what was so thrilling about working with Sophia and Jonathan in that scene is we all knew the scene inside out, but we didn’t know how [everyone was] going to play the scene. And so it was just very exciting to be in a space where Jonathan and his performance and the two of us could feel very free because that’s where the magic is. The camera’s not interested in something you’ve thought of before, the camera’s interested in vitality and performances, which are alive and spontaneous and unpredictable.

You talk about having that freedom on set, doing things that might get caught by the camera or might not. When you watched the series back was there anything that you remember doing that you were pleasantly surprised made the cut?

Yeah, I mean there were so many. There was such an atmosphere of acceptance and permission on set and that all comes from the top as well. Because everybody came ready, everybody was so prepared and so committed and it gives you freedom because you find people are so on top of the material that it creates an atmosphere of genuinely thrilling, invention. And there was a day I remember it often happened with Owen Wilson where we would be doing a scene and he would do something unexpected. There was a scene where Mobius is very irritated by Loki who is kind of stalling the operation in episode two. And he’s playing a very interesting psychological game with Loki and trying to motivate him in some way to be a bit more responsible. And he referred to Loki as an ice runt or something. And I noticed that the collar on his shirt was undone and his tie was loose. And we felt very playful and it was a great little tennis match and I leaned forward and just straightened his tie. It’s adorable that I’m 10 and steps ahead of you, and then watching Owen’s face as I straightened his tie. It’s those little moments, which I remember and Owen was just so inventive. I remember in the preparation for the show and I don’t want to go on too long, but he was kind of asking me to take him through the journey of playing Loki and the movies and the story and everything. And one afternoon he said, “I think I got it. I’m just so curious. I’ve seen the films and I understand the journey, but Tom, what do you love about playing Loki?” And I said, “I suppose it’s the character’s got so much range.” And I said, “It’s like a piano. He can play the light keys, but he can also play the heavy keys.” And then in a scene once, in the Time Theater, when Loki is trying to intimidate and threaten Mobius, Owen, just threw back, “See I can play the heavy keys too.” And it was great. And it’s in the show, you know? It’s those moments where that feels really exciting.

I also spoke to Michael Waldron and he said that the cliffhanger ending was not the original ending that was intended for the series. Luckily, it’s a great cliffhanger. Did that scene get you more excited about the potential for a second season?

Yes. I mean I thought when I finally got there, I thought, “O.K., there are some unanswered questions here. Yeah. And what happens now?” It made me not want to stop and just keep going, but I’m sure it was good for everybody’s energy levels that we did stop.

This is an admittedly stupid question. I’m assuming you’re excited about going back for the second season?

Absolutely. We’re in it already. I mean, we’re not filming, but we’re in prep, but we start in like six weeks or something. So we’re in full steam ahead in terms of a script and story and it’s really exciting. Yeah, I can’t say too much, but lots of questions to be answered.

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