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hi there! as someone who can't play CoH but is extremely interested in the game's story and worldbuilding, this is ur excuse to infodump as much as u want abt it if you have the energy bc i'll love you forever. pls tell me more abt it!
remember to hydrate and i hope you have a good day!
Okay so the very first thing that comes to mind:
The music.
I've talked about this once before (well over a year ago) here, but I need to gush about it more in-depth.
Obviously, it's the most important part of the game. It's a RHYTHM game. But it's not just a mechanic, it's something acknowledged in-world:
“This world does have some surprising similarities to my own. For example, whenever there are monsters nearby, you have to move to the beat! You’ll get used to it… Trust me.
"But at least in your world, if there are no enemies around, you can move as fast or as slow as you want. Handy!”
Cadence says this if you talk to her next to Link's house. Not only is this confirmation that the music is present, but that it's also a force in the world that works differently in other dimensions, like magic.
A good number of entries to the series have different music if enemies are around. Some examples:
Ocarina of Time
Wind Waker
Twilight Princess
Skyward Sword
Breath of the Wild
Not to mention that virtually ALL of the games have their own boss and miniboss music.
To have this acknowledged in-game is such a neat bit of worldbuilding if you run with it. My headcanon is that it's a form of synesthesia; ie, something from one sense is causes an unrelated reaction in a different sense. Smelling certain things when you see colors, seeing patterns when you touch materials, and so on.
In this case, I believe it's telepathic synesthesia. Hylians are known for their ability to hear "the voice of the gods," though this most commonly manifests by Zelda talking to Link to ask for help.
Telepathy is the ability to read minds. Enemies, presumably, have the ability to think (at least with enough capacity to see Link as a threat and attack him). With music being acknowledged as an in-world force, my theory is that Link (and by extension Zelda, Cadence, Yves, and any other playable character) interprets the thoughts of the various around him as their own kind of music.
The forest takes on a different theme if it's under attack, because the wildlife is trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. People have themes as they come into view, because their thoughts invoke a specific feeling in Link. That's how you get bad-news music for someone who's later going to be revealed as a boss, or pleasant tunes for someone guaranteed to be a friend, or leitmotifs for related characters.
All the Links have this to some degree. The original Legend of Zelda only really has two themes: the theme of the world, and the theme of the monster-infected dungeons. His telesthesia is very low-key.
On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, Cadence of Hyrule has themes for every area, with both peaceful and monster-infested variants. On top of this, he gets a visual indicator as well; there's a rhythm counter at the bottom of the screen that tells you when and how to step, and when it's not around, you're out of danger.
What's really interesting is looking at this beyond the game convenience, because it's both an asset and a disability. On the positive side, Link will always know when he's in danger, or when a place has different life in it from areas he's been to before. In Cadence of Hyrule specifically, though, it lets him predict his enemies' moves, recognizing patterns and dodging in time with their thoughts.
On the negative side, telepathy is, presumably, an at-will power. Zelda isn't always reading minds and sending thoughts to the people around her, as far as we can tell. But with Link hearing the music constantly, this means that he both cannot read or send thoughts himself and cannot turn the ability off. The only way for him to get peace and quiet is to isolate himself, and being in a place with a lot of people walking around can be incredibly overwhelming over time. And even barring that, in Cadence of Hyrule, you're punished for not being on beat; Link is very much dependent on this ability to keep his fighting prowess, something other Links don't have to suffer through.
In that regard, I think it's no coincidence that Age of Calamity has such a vibrant and varied soundtrack, while Breath of the Wild limits itself mostly to piano. BotW is an empty world, full of ruins and quiet, where enemies are remnants rather than an active force. Meanwhile, Age of Calamity is a literal warfront. If the music reflects the people in the setting, Breath of the Wild's Link is experiencing the first real quiet he has in over a century. It's a shame he can't remember it, isn't it?
#loz#zelda#coh#ask bee#fave mutuals#long posts#lots of links (hehe) in this one#trust me tho this is just scratching the surface#i love this game so much and wish it was more popular#this and spirit tracks both
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little off topic for my blog, but i started watching a new show since a friend mentioned it was good and i'd heard positive things about it, so i just wanted to talk about it a little bit (probably never again after this since this isn't a fandom blog, but it's the only one i have rn so idc it's going here)
the show is Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous, and just going on looks alone, despite my love for dinosaurs and the Jurassic Park franchise i never would have considered it. it appears to be very much for kids, and as i'm in my late twenties now i'm not particularly interested in especially kiddy media. however a friend my age enjoyed it and mentioned it has a canon lgbtq+ couple in it among the main characters, so of course i just had to watch it. i had already been hearing that despite its initial appearance and premise, it was surprisingly good for a kids' show, so i had already been curious, but i was even more keen after knowing there were queer characters, and not even the adults, the kids themselves (in a kid's show?!! what a time to be alive), so i finally sat down and watched it.
[spoiler warning, both minor and major, for the rest of this post btw, so continue reading at your own risk if you haven't seen it yet/are still watching]
the show overall
okay so firstly, i am coming at all of this from the perspective of a writer, so my observations are from a technical standpoint more so than just as a fan of the show. and honestly, it really is a well-written show as a whole. is it geared towards kids? definitely. there are plenty of jokes/gags in it that just don't appeal to me as an adult, but beyond that, there was plenty to appreciate as an adult.
the writing is actually phenomenal? there were several points in the series where i just sat back and mulled over the way a scene went, what the thought process behind writing it was like, how well it was executed, and how important it was to the characters and overall plot.
the suspense is spot on, nothing gets dragged out too long, and i will admit there have been a few scenes throughout that actually got me; i jumped! it's actually scarier than i expected a kid show to be, but i'm so glad they went where they did because it really elevated the experience.
the pacing overall is very good, adequately engaging for kids' short attention spans (and us adhd adults 🥲) but not too short either to a point where things felt abrupt or unfinished. plot arcs are well developed and tied up nicely. also, as a bit of a dinosaur nerd, the array of dinosaurs in the show is super broad and satisfying! very fun stuff.
character element
imo the real gem of this show is the character development. honestly it's just *chefs kiss*
the characters grow and change so much and so realistically over the course of the show, it's honestly so much better and more satisfying than the character growth in most adult fiction/media recently.
the growth in ben (who btw was def my favorite character by the end of s1) and kenji in particular were my favorites and, in my personal opinion, the most interesting. the way ben started out anxious, cowardly, and rule abiding to a fault, then grew into a brave, confident, adventurous little pyromaniac gremlin, then had that stint later in the series where he regressed a bit-questioning himself-until eventually ultimately striking a great balance and really coming into himself was just... peak character writing.
kenji started out overconfident, lazy, and overly concerned with money/status. but that arrogant overconfidence and laziness slowly turned into responsibility, and a desire to protect his found family, and the realization that it's the people in your life that really matter most.
honestly what i mentioned only scratches the surface in terms of those two characters, there's certainly more that can be said about them (as well as all the others) but i'm not really in the mood for a deep dive character analysis atm. just trust me tho when i say these characters are so well done and each one of them have arcs that are super satisfying to watch play out.
queer representation
and as for the queer couple? yasmina and sammy are PERFECT. it was so beautiful watching their relationship grow from one-sided to mutual friendship, to loyal devotion, then to love. they were set up incredibly well and incredibly naturally. i have like, no complaints when it comes to them. i don't even know if there's anything i can say that would add to things, they were just a really awesome couple to watch become canon, they're the beautiful and painfully needed representation we all beg for in tv and movies.
shipping, chemistry, and intent
but oh goodness... probably my only real complaint about the entire show would be how benji (ben x kenji) and kenji x brooklyn (kenlyn? brookji? idk and idrc) were handled. because for all that this show did SO much beautifully right, they really screwed the pooch here, sadly.
i'm gonna start by saying that the writing in this show, as with most, is deliberate. what i mean by this is that despite having no clue who it would be because my friend thankfully did not even spoil me as far as the genders of the queer couple, i clocked yas and sammy as the would-be queer couple as early as season one (actually it was between them and benji, but more on that later). i could already see the chemistry, because it was deliberately written in.
shipping is subjective. anyone can ship any character, and in most cases it's pretty easy to see how there could be (romantic) chemistry between fan pairings based on their personalities, their arcs, etc. and that's okay! ships don't even have to have any canon support to be valid, because shipping is for the fandom, and it's for fun (i have a few rarepairs and crack ships across different media that i just love).
but onscreen/written romantic chemistry is a lot less subjective (to clarify, it is subjective whether or not the chemistry is good, but it's not subjective about whether or not it exists). there are literally scenes written with the sole purpose of building the romantic tension and/or chemistry between planned couples (some of which even have absolutely zero plot relevance, which usually is not advised tbh, and most of which are the cliches/tropes you see in literally any romance ever written, some are just disguised a little better than others. but make no mistake, it's all the same set of cliches. there is nothing new under the sun), as well as intentional, key moments within scenes that have other purposes. they are essential to establish romantic pairings.
and typically, the foundations for these couples are laid VERY early on. always within the first or second season (well, at least they are when the writer actually knows what they're doing and has at least a rough plan/outline for the entire series & characters. this is usually a large part of what separates the good chemistry from the poor chemistry. an author who knows who the couples are going to be and has a plan from the beginning to build them up is going to be more successful in creating a believable relationship with good chemistry. one who does not plan, or makes last minute plans will almost certainly fail, and the couple is just going to suck). when the set of characters you're working with are going to stay the same for most or all of the story, you start immediately.
i don't mean to toot my own horn, because i think it's because i'm a writer so i just pick up on narrative patterns very easily, and pretty much always clock the planned couples within the first few episodes of any series, and by the end i am right like 9 times out of 10.
that being said, do you know whose deliberately written chemistry i also clocked in jwcc? ben and kenji's.
kenji and... brooklyn?
no offense to people who like/enjoy kenji and brooklyn, you are free to love them, but the way their romance was written is... quite possibly the weakest point of the show. it felt like they were just trying to appease the upsetto heteros in charge, because there was definitely another het pairing that had a lot more potential than kenji and brooklyn (hello darius x brooklyn aka darilyn, you would have actually made sense because your relationship had amazing buildup and multiple standout scenes from s1 on. dgmw, i love that we got a m/f strong, supportive, purely platonic friendship out of them, i live for those and we really need more of them. but we could have had that with kenji and brooklyn, or darius and sammy, or ben and yas, literally any other pair instead).
kenji and brooklyn as a couple came out of absolutely nowhere. i honestly think they decided to shove them together last minute, and had no actual plan for them until they were working on s4. because their development barely started at the VERY end of s3 (the abruptness of him caring about her being held hostage so much more than literally anyone else in their group despite them having like zero buildup to that point gave me whiplash), but honestly didn't really even become "meaningful" development until s4, over halfway through the series. the two spend the first 3 seasons basically not particularly gaf about each other individually, only as part of the whole group and on an equal level with everyone else. they otherwise have no deliberate narrative foundation. it just starts in s4 with no prior hinting. which makes their development rocky and difficult to believe. the funny thing is their characters literally have dialogue (in s4) trying to draw comparisons/parallels between them to say that they especially have a lot in common and like??? no? they really don't? not any more so than any other two kids in the group. their relationship just, really falls flat.
it was disappointing to see it take such a massive spotlight in the series for almost all of seasons 4 and 5, overshadowing the friendships that have been the focus of the show and should have remained so, to the point where at times it just felt like i was watching some stereotypical het highschool romance. genuinely, it made s4 & 5 more of a drag to get through. yasammy and ben and yas' growing bond (which by the way was so sweet, it had the strongest queer solidarity vibes good lord, i sure wonder why yas chose ben out of everyone to come out to first, hmmm) were some of the few things that kept me invested, otherwise i would have dropped it if it had leaned much farther into becoming the kenlyn show than it already was. especially when it was that pair so much of the focus was given to, even though we had so readily and perfectly available, the pair that could have, should have been: benji. which finally brings me to:
ben and kenji
benji's foundation was laid in s1. their interactions, the situations they found themselves in, were deliberate (on the writers' part). i'm even gonna go out on a limb here and say the pairings were fully established in s1e3, even with parallels between yasammy and benji (sammy clinging to yas and ben clinging to kenji throughout the episode), and darilyn gets the beginning of their development too.
even though they bicker a lot in the beginning, they clearly care about each other? kenji protects/helps ben multiple times, and there are definitely some looks ben gives kenji at times. at the end of s1, the one who seems the most deeply effected over ben's "death," other than darius (understandably since he's the one who failed to save him), was kenji! immediately after it happens, we get two close up shots, darius and brooklyn then yasmina and sammy. after which, we go back to the whole group with kenji in center frame, the focus is intentionally on him. it is only kenji who drops to his knees at the loss, and then we get a close up of just kenji. he was saved for last, and he was alone in frame (tbf bumpy was in frame too, but i'm talking humans here), which implies his feelings are especially important in this moment. that is the reason for solo close ups.
after ben's "death," kenji takes to always wearing ben's fanny pack, and up until bumpy--who ben cares VERY much about--got separated from them, kenji was the one who (however briefly) took over her care, ensuring she got off the monorail with them, and he's extremely distraught, more than pretty much all of them, when they can't find her, and he's last to leave when they decide to accept that ben's gone. even when they do leave, he's distant and distracted and his mind is clearly still on ben.
other than darius, kenji is the only one (if i'm remembering correctly) to mention ben/say his name after they lost him, upset because he was actually trying not to think about him. he has clearly thought about ben, probably a lot, because it's hard not to be reminded constantly when you wear something that belonged to a deceased loved one. and frankly, he appears to be the only one who dwells on him that much.
when ben reappears alive (which btw he found the group again because of kenji's butter knife, hello), the frames literally purposely focus on kenji's reaction. he's the one in the foreground every time they show him and brooklyn in that scene. he is the first one to say ben's name, the first one to go to him and hug him, and the scene takes special care to highlight kenji's strong emotions at ben's reappearance, lingering on his teary face as the focus for a bit even after brooklyn enters the frame to hug ben (because she is not at all an important element in the scene at that moment). just like when ben "died," the way this scene is written and shot HEAVILY suggests that ben holds significant importance to kenji, specifically. because again, the focus here is on kenji and ben almost exclusively, with brooklyn as only an afterthought lol. and quite frankly literally everyone else's reaction to him being alive was pretty lackluster compared to the special attention they gave to kenji on this.
and then in s3 we have the infamous hat scene, where darius and ben are in the limo and ben sees and mentions kenji's sailor hat, looking sad and sounding like... longing?? then directly after we switch to kenji realizing he forgot his hat?? the scene has no real significance tbh other than to draw a connection between ben and kenji. like, it acts as a transition to switch to the pov of the group on the boat, but it was entirely unnecessary? why not just have darius say something about the others and then show them on the boat? if there were no special relationship between ben and kenji, it would have made far more sense if they really wanted it to be ben to say something, that he sees the hat, and sadly says something along the lines of "i hope the others are okay/doing better than we are right now/etc" which implies that the hat made him think of everyone, their whole group. rather than what we got... which very much implies that he was mostly just thinking about kenji 💀 and then kenji thinking about the hat at the same time ben's looking at it and thinking of kenji. like, this is.... a very blatant connection being made by the writing/directing here.
all of that. so many deliberate connections made between ben and kenji, they had a very solid foundation laid for a romance to develop, and by all intents and purposes one already WAS developing according to the show's own subtext. which was why up until s4 obliterated the idea, i was positive the queer couple in the show was either going to be yasammy or benji. it was extremely obvious imo. but as soon we started getting the typical, loud, cliche "we are going to pair off these characters" scenes for kenji and brooklyn, i knew we were getting yasammy and not benji (to be clear, i'm not at all upset about yasammy, they're beautiful and i love how their relationship was done, i wouldn't have had it end any other way for them. but i do personally prefer benji, i just like their personalities and dynamic more. and i feel they had so much potential that got wasted to make way for a far less interesting pairing between kenji and brooklyn. why can't we have 2 queer couples, huh? and if we really needed a minimum of one hetero pairing to appease whoever needed appeasing, darilyn was right there).
but then??? their like entire bond just gets dropped (honestly ben himself gets pretty heavily sidelined for almost all of the last two seasons, which is criminal imo). mostly so that a rushed kenji x brooklyn can be established. like there are still a few small moments here and there in early s4, and one episode in s5 (ep 10), but from early s4 till pretty much the end of the series we hardly see them have any meaningful conversations or interactions, meanwhile literally every other combo in the group does.
it's so weird? why build up benji so deliberately over the course of multiple seasons just to like, fully discard it for a pairing with far less chemistry, even after the chemistry-building scenes they shared, some of which literally had no other purpose than to affirm their connection? even though they were very sparse, the moments benji had were just so blatant (kenji leaps into the rock crevice right onto the back of a saber tooth to save ben?!!?? like he literally was just willing to exchange his life for him like that?? he basically says that he wasn't really thinking, he just did it. so he moved out of what, emotional instinct, that's what we're meant to intuit from that series of events? implying that he specifically has strong emotion and doesn't think things through when it comes to ben? because he doesn't do that kinda stuff for any of the others in the group! even better, this parallels when sammy jumped on the nothosaurus to save yasmina. and then the way benji look at each other after it's over??? hello??? and then how kenji pulls both brooklyn and ben in for that hug a couple minutes later... side eyeing the writers for that choice. they knew what they were doing there and they were evil for it). i just can't see any reason to have dropped them like they were, after all the development they shared for 3 seasons. confounding. biggest disappointment of the series.
i know this probably reads to some as just "wahh, my ship didn't become canon" nonsense. but that's not why i'm bugged. this wasn't just a ship i liked and wanted canon despite no actual narrative support, as most ships tend to be. this ship did have narrative support. there was intent behind many of their scenes together, lingering looks and little things that matter narratively and are always used to signify a stronger/special connection. and it led nowhere, for no good reason. that bothers me. writing that implies and promises something, but never delivers on it. like a person who never finishes their sentences (think Dr McPhee from Night at the Museum). ultimately it's not a HUGE deal or anything, at the end of the day it's just a ship and just a kids' show. but as a writer, it's just irritating to see something like that be done. what can i say 🤷
conclusion
even despite the wasted potential between certain pairings, and even though i do think the first three seasons were superior to the last two, overall i really enjoyed the show, and for what it was, it was really well-made. the overarching focus was of course on found family and friendship before anything else, which i absolutely love, and it was masterfully done. out of 6 kids, all of them had at least one or two meaningful bonding moments one-on-one with another in the group, so every possible combination had their moment to build strong, believable friendships with each other. i'm just so surprised by how good it was as a whole honestly, good enough to binge over the course of a week. i will happily recommend jwcc to anyone willing to give it a watch regardless of age, because i definitely think there's no age limit for a good story, no matter the medium it's told in. :)
#jwcc#jurassic world camp cretaceous#benji jwcc#benji#yasammy#yasammy jwcc#i would say that there's prob an age minimum tho... it's a bit scary so depending on the kid i wouldn't rec it to under 10 years#this is a long post#omg so long i'm sorry#i just have a lot to say#gotta shout into the void#it just be like that sometimes#fair warning this post is literally just me praising the show in the first half n then going absolutely off about benji in the second half#review#tv show review#as always with stuff like this that has any mention of ships it is bound to ruffle some feathers#so let me postface this with the reminder that this is all just MY OPINION#you are free to disagree but i'd rather you don't share your disagreements on my post via reblog/notes#feel free to write up your own show/ship review if you feel so strongly#otherwise if you dislike anything i've said you can just scroll past or block me <3
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He pads into the scene, steaming from his lengthy trip home but he's already shedding the molten rocks on his skin with stretches of sticky lava between his skin to step into Cu's bubble. Careful - as he was stupidly hot but still needing to give his lover a nudge of his nose to their crown. "Shower with me in a sec? Need to hold you." He was tired, angsty and needy - but he didn't want to burn his lover in his arms right that moment so he smiled with hope and moved to head indoors.
The bathroom would be filled with nothing but steam, the rapid cooling he needed was just right - thus when Cu, hopefully, came to join Kerb, he had already filled the bath up and was laying in the warm waters, allowing his lowering body heat warm the bath through just right.
His hands break the surface to make a needy grabby motion with a pouty lip. "Tell me about what I missed here?"
Before ruby-like eyes could rest upon a much-awaited figure, perked-up ears noticed the familiar footsteps; and his sharp nose registered a scent that now was almost gone from the house. 'Kerberos is here', the realization made his heart skip a beat before beating with such strength that it could break free from his ribcage. He didn't wait, dropping whatever he had been doing until then to go out and greet his mate with a wide and radiant smile.
And when he finally saw the hellhound, Cú became every word in the dictionary as long as it meant love and elation. It was a difficult task to not rush to his lover and jump on their arms so he could cover their face in hundreds of kisses. So he stayed at the door and waited to come, crimson eyes not once looking away from his mate. They said that eyes were the windows of the soul. If his mate could stare right into his soul, they would see a string of 'I love you, I love you, I love you...' that came in different flavors of warmth, awe, and fondness.
Cú stayed still when Kerberos leaned closer, unsure if he could really trust himself to not recklessly give himself a few burns. It was a shame that his body didn’t burn as much as his heart did. “I’ll be right there,” he managed to breathe out as his lover walked inside. It took him a moment to get out of his daze.
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A light blush adorned Cú's cheeks when he entered the steaming bathroom. It wasn’t out of embarrassment for his nakedness, but for his excitement, because his heart was beating fast and his body didn’t know how to react.
Fortunately, the hot water had a calming effect on the wolf, humming in contentment as he entered the bathtub. It had been quite the quest to get one that could comfortably fit his lover inside... and a little more room so he could fit in at the same time. Kerberos lifted their hands so he held them and gently pulled the larger man closer to himself. They had requested to hold him but he wanted to hold them close too. So he continued pulling and guiding his lover until they were resting on top of him, their head on his chest, and their arms around his waist.
Slender fingers moved up to comb red locks and trace his lover's hairline until their bangs no longer covered their forehead. He placed a small kiss on it, precisely on top of their yellow gem. “I went on a few missions while you were away. Not as many as I would’ve liked.” His gaze followed the lazy invisible circles he drew on his lover's cheekbones until his fingers disappeared behind their ears to scratch and tug lightly at the hair behind. “Truth is I’ve been feeling sick, especially in the mornings, as of late. But no need to worry. It's nothing major and everyone has been falling ill due to the seasons changing.” It happened every year as the days began getting colder. But he didn't need to worry about such things anymore since his personal heater had returned to his side. He didn't have to worry about the cold nights anymore.
It was curious tho. In all his years, Cú had never gone down with sickness. No, it wasn't sickness per se, it was more of... exhaustion.
He had a softer scent as well. “You remember that traveling merchant that gave us a few products as a token of her gratitude for saving her from a water slime? I started using the oils for my hair and fur. Many have complimented the smell. You should use it too.” Though it wasn't the smell of the aromatic oil that the people complimented. Something changed in the wolf even though the man himself hasn't noticed anything strange yet.
For a while, Cú stayed quiet and just focused on rubbing his lover's back and massaging their stiff shoulders. Even though he often said that he didn't want to spoil Kerberos too much, he couldn't help but want to pamper them as much as he could after not being able to see them for a long while. “There was not a single day when I didn’t think of you. You better not laugh but, for the past month, I took possession of your side of the bed." That's where Kerberos' scent was the strongest. "And you should wear a few shirts. That way I can hold them close when I'm missing you." But, overall...
“Welcome home, my love.”
#nvrcmplt#cu. ° ( lancer. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#au. º ( rubedo. )#post. º ( beta. )#/ i wanted to write cú just saying a bunch of random stuff to kerb but he had other ideas#/ and yeah cú greets kerb as the human equivalent of a dog when their favorite person enters the room
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Okay, now that I have eaten (too much), drank some water and took a big red painkiller its time to go back to playing Reverie.
Yeah and it was quite the ordeal, so this better be worth it!
WOAH! If you thought his Dad-Mood was scary in the spreadsheet-translation then look at this and think again. Not just that here he clearly says “my child” were it was “our child” (as in the SSSs Child) here, but I am pretty sure he wasn’t that aggressive in the fan translation either. Its... scary to admit that him being in overprotective “touch my daughter and you are dead!” - mood makes him oddly attractive... uh... just forget that I said that!
*achem* That aside, I would love to know which translation is closer to the truth because for once, I like NIS adaptation better XD
Ah right. That is were Dr.Seiland was. I forgot about that... I was a bit occupied with other things in this chapter to be honest. Mainly Reans route causing me to scream in Panic like 5 times in a row... but we get there later. (In any case... I do still believe there is something up with that Doctor we yet have to find out about. It seems awfully weird to put a face to a mostly random doctor, even if it is a good one. It could easily be that they will use her as a great doctor again or something like this. But trusting Doctors or Scientist or ANYONE with a Labcoat really proves to be rather hard in Falcom games ^^’ (Erika aside, she is too much of a mother to join the organisation that could have harmed her dear Tita before...)
At this point Erikas desperate tries to get Agate away from Tita by being the bitch she sometimes is, has started to be more amusing then annoying. Agate is there to stay, so... instead of worrying about whatever Erika could do to cause him to run, we should be amused by how hard she is trying even tho I am pretty sure she has secretly long accepted that she has lost that battle.
Did you ever saw the theory that McBurn might actually be Epstein? At first I felt like that it made no sense, but... given that we know that Epstein suddenly vanished and that he was making experiments and stuff far beyond of what our amazing Engineers and even his own disciples are capable of... it doesn’t seem so unlikely that he broke the divergent laws and accidentally or on purpose fused with some sort of otherworldly being? Not to mention that we still haven’t fully figured out what the Genesis were capable off and those were in his position, as far as we know. So... it doesn’t seem totally impossible at this point. Especially since it seems and awfully weird detail that he is wearing glasses...
I am interested to one day find out the truth behind his story and see if the theories at least scratched the surface of what is the real truth.
Its scary to think of what this will mean for our future. Imagine all the people we might met that might not be the real deal in the future. I mean like that, literally everyone could be replaced by a machine without even the most dedicated players ever noticing it until it gets revealed. Scary!
I will always hate missions like that...
Way to make an entrance Noel XD
Lloyd... I think we established playing dead is not your thing XD
That was cruel!
Now we have Renne in overprotective-daughter-mood. What an exhausting chapter this is... spectacular, but freaking exhausting.
Being a doll is certainly not easy, that much is for sure. But have no fear, Rufus is here! (You will get that in a moment.)
This scene was so cute... but then Rufus had to ruin it for me forever that damned Idiot! (You will get that one in the next chapter...)
Well whatever... in that moment it was still cute... even with the knowledge I have.
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Since like sophomore year of high school I’ve so so so badly wanted to make a silent hill animatic featuring the stuff from all 4 of the first games set to “it’s a b movie” from the brave little toaster, yet also since sophomore year of high school I’ve consistently been so so so unwilling to actually sit thru full play throughs of the games other than 2.. like. I just won’t do it. I’ve seen a good chunk of 3 and bits and pieces of 1 and 4 and I’m still always just like: “u know what.. I’m in a silent hill mood rn, time to watch thru 2 again for like the 6th time in my life!” ghgGH-
#me in the middle of a week long sickness haze: ‘u kno what I feel like doin! watching thru silent hill 2 again!#cuz that’ll just be awesome for my brain ghghg#yet also brains like ‘hey remember that animatic idea you’ve had for like. half a decade now?? why haven’t you done that. do that!’#’oh wait. u can’t. cuz u only kno in-depth about James motherfuckin Sullivan.. u can’t make fun good interesting animatic-#-w only surface level understanding of 3 of the 4 main characters and there monsters and stories!! u fool!#watch other silent hill games already!!’#and then I’m like: ‘haha time to watch depression man kill himself again… a cherished not quite bi-annual tradition.. perfect’#pepper words#ghghgh i just already KNO I really like 2 ghgh#and while I’m sure the other ones are good I’m like… I kno 2 will scratch that malencholy emptiness itch inside of me… it always does.#I can trust it to 4 sure but me in a bad mood gGHG-#but it’s a bad mood i apppreciate!! and I get to experience the good atmosphere.. it’s just good!!!#idk if I will ever make that animatic tho.. I feel like it’s a good idea for one but. I truly don’t kno if I will ever get the silent hill-#-knowledge to make it real…#solemn face…#silent hill#*james SUNDERLAND#I can’t believe I got his last name wrong… I’m#I’m a fake silent hill 2 fan gGHG-#no listen! I was fucking sick as hell when I wrote this post. my brain did not work and I couldn’t be bothered to double check shit#pls cut me some slack ghghgh
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I WLD LIKE TO HEAR ABT UR MUSICIAN NURSEY PLS
OH BOY ANON WOULD I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(first off tho I gotta give MASSIVE props to my beloved AU co-creator @dexnursey who actually had the og idea for this AU and is the real mastermind)
(also this au is my BABY and I’d love to talk about it all day, especially the meanings behind each of the songs if anyone would want to hear about it!! (Butterflies alone has its own essay waiting, trust me))
so basic premise is that Nursey’s senior year he takes a music composition and songwriting class as a way to explore creatively with his poetry and also to just get back into music (lots of rich parents make their kids learn at least the basics of a lot of instruments growing up so he actually has some pretty solid musical skill! (in my head he plays piano, guitar and both forms of bass)).
Dex and him have had an on-again-off-again friends-with-benefits situation since Junior year, so inevitably Nursey is Nursey and gets Feelings! Yikes! and writes a few love songs. BUT unfortunately they never actually established if their FWB relationship was exclusive, and towards the end of senior year Dex hooks up with a guy at a kegster, as a way to try to get over his OWN feeling for Nursey. (and texts Nursey about it at 3:07am).
Nursey (feeling especially betrayed because he was about to give Dex the song “Pancakes for Dinner” as a way to reveal his feelings) breaks off the FWB in a pretty nasty fight, and after graduation him and Dex lose touch completely.
he moves to NYC and continues writing songs (now more sad ballads about being heartbroken and lonely and losing soulmates) and a few months after graduation he releases….
“chill.”, an EP full of sad songs with good lyrics with themes of heartbreak and loneliness, but less polished instrumentals and recording, it has a very “made at home” vibe, but it's good enough that it picks up steam and he actually gains a pretty sizable following in the indie music scene! he’s pretty secretive about the inspiration for his songs, but it's pretty obvious to anyone who’s listened to even one of the songs that he fell pretty hard out of love :(( he also doesn’t share his music with anyone but Chowder and Lardo (who he commissioned to make the art for the cover). he swears them both to secrecy, and releases it all under the name “d.m.n.” to avoid Dex finding out about his music and heartbreak. he abandons all of the love songs he wrote before him and Dex ‘broke up’ and none of them make it onto the EP.
but in the year that follows he works through a lot of his own feelings, and he finishes kinda ‘mourning’ his relationship and friendship with Dex. he writes more songs during this time, and eventually digs up some of his old songs from senior year and reworks them until they end up on his new album...
“freckled” has more themes of missed opportunities and almost mourning, but it also has his love songs for Dex, full of wistfulness, longing and overall excitement and giddiness at being in love.
lyrically, it’s just as good as “chill.”, but the instrumentals are all a lot stronger, with full bands or even orchestras for most of the songs. he records and mixes some of the songs from senior year completely on his own, though, which he says in interviews is to “preserve the unpracticed artist” that he was when he wrote them. (one night, drunk, he tells Chowder that it’s actually because he didn’t want the band to see him cry while he made them).
there's no one real ending, as this is where the AU splits off, with some versions having Dex stumble onto Nursey’s live-stream where he plays the songs and talks about his “unrequited love from college”, some versions where Dex’s sister unknowingly drags him to one of Nursey’s concerts, and so on and so on.
my personal favorite is one where Dex is a fan of d.m.n. (not knowing it’s actually Nursey) because so many of the songs just resonate with him. he ends up going to one of his concerts in NYC and once Nursey comes on stage he gets hit with “holy shit these are all Nursey’s holy shit Nursey was in love with someone holy shit holy shit holy shit” and again it splits into several different endings after that (all of which I’d be DELIGHTED to talk about)
(There’s also eventually a third album I’d love to make if anyone would be interested 👀👀👀)
seriously tho i barely even scratched the surface of this au but its just..... So Good and i could think about it all day
#omgcp#nurseydex#nursey#musician Nursey au#mine#seriously this is my BABY i love this au so much#there's so many other songs you could add#one of my favorites isnt on spotify but deserves recognition so bad I might have to make it its own post#komodo by samsa also isnt on spotify this is homophobic let me INCLUDE IT#please someone ask more about this I wanna infodump all day#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#going through me and charlie's old DMs :)))#this au is just so much I really barely scratched the surface#WAIT I ACTUALLY JUST GOT TO THE BUTTERFLIES MESSAGES I'M GONNA CRY#ok its almost 4 am rn i'm gonna schedule it for the Day#asked#answered#anonymous
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Hugs and Kisses
Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader
Warnings: Slight suggestive content towards the end along with a brief detailed makeout scene. Nothing too crazy tho.
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Shouto pressed his finger to your doorbell, tapping his foot while he waited for you to let him in. This was another one of those times where he decided to show up to your house spontaneously, not even bothering to send you a text that he was on his way. After about a minute, he heard footsteps stomping their way to your door, the anger behind them making him suddenly tense.
Your voice sounded on the other side, the knob twitching as you fiddled with the lock. "I SWEAR TO GOD," you said, finally managing to throw your door open. "IF YOU THROW YOUR BALL OVER MY FENCE ONE MORE TIME I'LL—oh, hey Shouto."
He blinked at you, wondering why you had sounded so upset. "I'm sorry, did I—?"
"No, no," you said, beginning to feel guilty about your outburst. "It's just my neighbors." Your lip curled up into a silent snarl and you rolled your eyes. "Ugh, they won't stop throwing their toys into our yard. I swear I've had to toss them back over the fence four times today . . . ." You trailed off, finally shaking your head to rid yourself of thoughts of the people next door. "What brings you here?"
"I walked."
You tried to suppress your chuckle. It was easy to forget how blunt Shouto could be. Or possibly it was his dry sense of humor. You weren't quite sure, finally deciding to just roll with it. "It is a nice day. So uh, what did you want?"
"Cuddles," he answered simply.
You liked how he said it, just so matter of fact, as though it was nothing to be in any way embarrassed over. Which was true, but you knew both guys and girls who thought themselves too good to even say the word 'cuddle'.
You smirked and let him in, opening the door wider before closing it back up.
He briskly made his way to your room, the layout of your house already ingrained in his memory. Shouto didn't even need to check over his shoulder to make sure you were following him. This was just your established routine, and he trusted that you'd follow it. He stopped at your doorway, letting you enter your room first before coming in after you, swinging the door mostly shut behind him without letting it click.
"So what's it going to be for you today?" you asked, turning to him. "What's on your mind?"
"I just wanted to spend time with you," Shouto said. His voice was monotone but his expression was soft. His gaze finally settled on you, and an odd feeling began to build in his chest. For the first time, he took in what you were wearing. He was used to a hoodie or a t-shirt, but today you donned a simple black tank top and (F/C) short shorts. The peppermint-haired boy found himself not wanting to take his eyes off you, visually exploring your skin from his position across from you.
You glanced down and registered what you were wearing yourself, a light pink materializing on your cheeks. You subconsciously folded your arms under your chest, trying to hug yourself. Clearing your throat, Todoroki snapped out of his spontaneous daze. "I uh, wasn't expecting you today," you said, gesturing down at yourself. "I could go change, and then we can cuddle if you'd like—"
"No. Cuddles first."
You nervously breathed out a chuckle. "You don't mind?"
"You look stunning, (Y/N)," he said, his face serious as ever.
You blushed, grinning. "Thanks."
With that, you turned on your heel, face planting on your bed and bouncing slightly on the springy mattress. You laid there for a moment, letting your body relax against your soft blankets before sliding yourself forward. Rolling to your side, you looked up to find Shouto still standing there.
You reached out your arms, making little childish grabby motions with your hands. "Come on," you playfully whined. "You said you wanted cuddles, right? I want cuddles too."
Shouto smirked at your antics and cleared the distance between you two, the side of your bed dipping a little under the weight of his knee. He flopped into your arms, careful so as not to hurt you, and nuzzled his face into your chest.
Your cheeks pinkened again, as you hadn't worn such a low cut top around him before. His arm snaked around you, pulling your bodies as close as possible to each other. You relaxed and melted as he clung to you, your heart starting to do the hot chocolate thing. Your hand proceeded to run over the top of his head, thoughts beginning to lazily wander as the two of you settled into each other. Your eyes drifted shut as he began to rub your back, his breath warmly pooling against the skin of your exposed chest.
You weren't sure how long the two of you laid there, more than comfortable to just silently be in each other's presence, limbs tangled together. Sleep was already beginning to tickle the back of your mind, and you wondered briefly if taking a quick nap would be a bad idea.
Contrary to your musings, you suddenly felt lips brush against your skin. "Hey, (Y/N)."
"I love you too."
"What?"
You jolted a little, instantly awake. "Sorry, zoned out there. What is it?"
"I was wondering if we could kiss for a bit."
You didn't mind how blunt he was, actually finding it quite endearing. "Of course." You slid yourself down so you could be level with his face, planting your lips flush against his. He tasted of minty chapstick, lips still the tiniest bit sticky from it. So he had planned this. That much was flagrantly clear. But what did it matter? You enjoyed kissing just as much as he did, and his newfound obsession with your lip care tips kept him so delectably soft.
For a few minutes, your kisses remained gentle and sweet, mouths primarily staying closed as you pressed little pecks against each other. Soon enough, however, you made the move to start deepening them, and Shouto obliged, parting his lips to grant you access to his tongue. You silently fought for dominance, and you kept yourself going a little longer than you normally did just to see what would happen. Shouto rolled you over, straddling himself on top of you. A low hum sounded in his throat, just bordering on a growl.
Excitement bubbled in your chest, hands moving from their grip on his head to lightly scratch his back over the surface of his shirt. You finally submitted, letting his tongue sit firmly behind your teeth, pulling you closer into the kiss.
You marveled at how borderline aggressive he had gotten; over a year spent together gently prying him out of his shell. Shouto was no longer the hesitant, inexperienced boy he had been. He poked at your tongue again, inviting your muscle to swirl with his in a wet embrace. A bit of drool had begun to slide down your cheek, but you paid it no mind as you let your beloved boyfriend have his way with you.
You loved how you melted into each other, occasionally letting a quiet moan or hum escape your locked lips. Todoroki shifted his weight to one elbow, letting his opposite hand gently tease over your body.
He finally pulled away from you, but only by a fraction so his lips were still lightly pressed over yours. He began to speak, quietly and almost into your mouth so you had to strain to hear him.
"(Y/N)," he whispered, "do you want to try something . . . different today?"
You swallowed, heat starting to pool in your belly. "What do you mean?" you asked breathlessly.
"You know," he stated simply. "Help me with a little—"
The chime of your doorbell suddenly rang through your house, making you both jump. A light pounding came from your front door.
A fire lit off in your eyes as you surged upwards, pushing Todoroki off of you. You sprinted out of the room, your boyfriend watching your retreating form as you made your way to answer the door.
"YOU DARN KIDS! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS—!"
Shouto smirked at your momentary rage. He knew about your one-sided rivalry with your neighbors. It was a pity that they had to interrupt you, but you would be back. Maybe it would be his turn to provide some cuddly comfort in your time of emotional unrest. He most certainly wouldn't mind doing a little more, just to make absolute certain you felt good.~
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Taglist: @basicaegyo @xo-sun-storm-xo @heroacademiafan
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Lettuce leaf
Schmoking with Kaminari
Warnings: smoking weed. Doing the drug.
Denki Kaminari x female reader
This is supposed to be last year at UA
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Mina made eye contact with Ochako, who knew immediately what she was saying with her eyes and nodded with a smirk, Ochako immediately ran up to you, taking your hand and kneeling down “Denki I love you” she sings, Mina taking your other hand in a dramatic flare as she sings “Denki I Dooooooo!” Then at the same time they sing “when we’re apart I think only of youuuuu” you’re horrified, your cheeks blushing red as a tomato, cursing yourself for choosing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for your last movie night, it just gave them so much more ammo with their teases. “guys!! Shut! Up! What if he hears you!?” You whisper/yell at them as they just laugh at you. You were standing in the common room kitchen space as they put together a fancy punch for the party they were having, you just happened to be asking if Denki was coming and they just started teasing you. So what if he’s been all you could practically talk about for the last month? It doesn’t mean anything. Just because you’ve been hanging out more and sneaking up to the roof together to smoke a joint every once in a while(every night). You were just friends.
“Geez y/n! I think would be good if he did hear us tho! Then you could go on a date! That would be so fun!” Mina exclaimed with excitement as she poured sprite into a big punch bowl, Ochako nodded as she added pink lemonade to the mix “if you feel comfortable in doing so, I think you should tell him how you feel” she adds with a knowing smile, she was in a similar boat with Deku for awhile before they both confessed.
“Tell who how who feels?” Kiri says as he comes into the room, followed by Mineta and Denki, “What?” Denki asks “Ochako just said to “tell him how you feel” and now I’m curious” Kirishima says. You slowly take a deep inhale watching this all unfold, a slow exhale as you think of what to say. “Hey boys!” You say and force an easy smile on your face, praying you don’t blush too much, “they have this taken care of so how about we go choose the music or something!” You suggest and send a look back at the girls as you lead them out of the kitchen space, after you’re a good ways away you hear them bust up laughing.
“Denki, would you mind choosing one of your playlists? You have a good mix and I trust it” you chuckle, thinking of the time Mineta played his sex playlist making everyone uncomfortable. You hold out the aux cord “you like my music?” He asks and you nod “I do. I was gonna ask you to send me your playlist actually, since we all hung out in your room last week” you don’t miss the blush that creeps up on his cheeks, it makes your heart skip at how cute he looked.
After everyone in the dorm showed up you all talked and hung out, danced a little, and when everyone was distracted with karaoke you got Denki’s attention and then motioned with your head toward the stairs. His eyes light up in recognition and he nods once. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you make your way to the stairwell, heading up to your room to grab your stuff since it was your night to bring the joint. When you make it back to the stairwell he’s coming up them “perfect timing” he says, holding too cups of punch, and you smile.
The first time you smoked together it was because you were the only one who showed up when he sent his message to the group chat, every other time after that he only invited you. It became your thing together, even if you didn’t smoke you’d still go up there to talk and sometimes just sit in the quiet with a friend.
The more you talked to him the more you fell for him, getting past the horny tornado on the surface of his personality has shown you a completely different Denki than you originally thought. He was sweet and thoughtful and he is extremely loyal to his friends. You knew you liked him when you stopped caring that mineta was there when you hung out, you just wanted to be around Kaminari.
“God this is nice” you say as you exhale the smoke, passing the joint to Kaminari, the sounds of bugs in the trees and the moon above, this was one of your favorite parts of the day. He blows his smoke out, the wind blowing it away in a twirl “it really is” he says softly, his fingers brushing against yours as the joint passes between you, the electric sparks up your forearm not the fault of his quirk.
You sit side by side on the ground, leaning against the wall by the door, your legs out in front of you and crossed at your ankles. He legs were out straight, his left thigh pressed against yours, his warmth radiating into your skin through your jeans. You stay quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being the inhale and exhale of your hits and the sound your arms made when they brushed to pass the joint. “I look forward to this every day” his voice soft next to you, breaking the silence and giving you goosebumps. You let out the smoke and turn to him with a smile “I do too” you admit and he takes the joint from your fingers. “What was Ochako saying earlier? Who do you want to tell your feelings to?” He knew it was about you, the way you blushes and quickly made them leave, he could tell you were flustered. He just hoped and prayed it was him you all were talking about. He holds the joint to your lips and you inhale, grateful for you few seconds to think about your response. “You” you whisper, deciding to be honest since it was the perfect opportunity.
The joint was now a small nub with probably one hit left, he lifts it to his lips while maintaining eye contact and takes the last hit, flicking the end off and giggling. “wanna try something?” He asks without letting out much of the smoke, you raise your eyebrows “sure” you whisper and he reaches up, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up as he leans down, pressing his lips into yours and nudges your mouth open with his own, you comply with his demands although your brain has basically short wired. He giggles as he slowly gives you the smoke from his lungs, a bit escaping past your lips until you realize you’re supposed to inhale, you hold back your giggles and raise your left hand, bringing it to the back of his neck and burying it in his soft hair.
When he pulls back, you’re smiling wistfully up at him, your whole body tingling. His hand still on your cheek as he gazes down at you through hooded bloodshot eyes. You exhale through your nose and the smoke floats up between your faces. “What exactly did you want to try? The smoke or..?” He laughs, a soft chuckle from deep in his chest, it makes your cheeks flush even more than they already were. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, the smoke was just a fun idea” he admits and brushes his thumb across your cheek bone. “Hey Denki, do you wanna try something?” You ask with a smirk and he chuckles “what?” He chuckles and you laugh as you put your left leg across him, straddling his legs now with your hands on his shoulders. You smile down at him, his other hand coming up to rest on the back of your thigh as he smiles back at you, his eyes have a sweet glint in them and he’s looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
You cup his cheek and then rub your thumb across his bottom lip “I want to kiss you again” he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your thumb still on his lip, butterflies fill your chest at his confession and you close the short distance between your lips, you tried to go slow and soft but the moment your lips touched you couldn’t help melting into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as he licks your bottom lip. You moan as his tongue slips inside of your mouth, the taste of weed and a hint of lemonade from the punch
When you pull back to catch your breath you slide down in his lap slightly to lay your head on his shoulder, both of your chests heaving as you panted. “Y/n?” His voice was quiet and he started to softly scratch your back up and down over your shirt “Denki?” You start to pepper soft kisses on his neck and he takes a deep contented breath as butterflies race in his veins, “be my girlfriend” he says with a smile, looking up at the stars as he holds you close to him. “What?” you say without hesitation, less than a second after he finished saying it, causing him to laugh, you lean up and look into his eyes “you mean it?” You ask and he nods “I can’t stop thinking about you and I always miss you. I was going to just ask you out on a date but really all of these times up here could be considered dates. I want you to be my girlfriend now” He smiles and adds “as well as take you out on a date tomorrow night” you giggle in excitement “of course I will be your girlfriend! But I can’t go out tomorrow night I’m supposed to help Mina with our project” you say and he laughs, reaching up and playing with your hair “let’s go after then. Or we can just hang out in my room and watch a movie” he suggests and you blush, knowing already that you’ll just end up kissing the whole time. Then you blush even deeper remembering that he still is a horny tornado. You get a shiver and then cuddle closer to him again “we should get back to the party before they send someone looking. Do you think we could stop by your room and you can lend me a hoodie?” you grin and he chuckles “I would love nothing more than to you in my clothes” his words have a deeper meaning, you just know it. You slap his shoulder and laugh before standing up, taking his hand and helping him up as well.
“You’re so beautiful” he says when you pull on one of his hoodies, the hood up over your head and your eyes looking at him bloodshot and obviously high as shit. “Thank you” your voice is shy and you blush as he looks at you with so much adoration. He cups your cheeks with both hands and kisses you again, the breath rushing from your lungs and electricity surging through your veins. You hum happily when he pulls back, your hands holding on to his wrists as he holds your face. “Can we just listen to some music and stay here?” You whisper and he chuckles “a woman after my own heart. Of course we can do that” he takes your hand and pulls you to his bed, kicking off his shoes and laying down, pulling you on top of him and holding you to his chest “Alexa! play ‘songs that remind me of her’ on Spotify” you look up at him and quirk your eyebrows as music starts playing “her is you” he says with a blush “you have a playlist of songs that remind you of me?” You’re a little shocked, that was such a cute thing to do. He nods shyly and you kick your shoes off, pushing your toes into the bed and connecting your lips with his. “You’re really the best” you whisper when you pull away, laying your head on his chest.
“I really think my life would be improved if I had a fake hand” he says out of the blue, most likely an effect of the drug. You bust up laughing and brace yourself on his chest, reaching in your pocket and pulling out your phone. “Hold on I have to put that on the Twitter.” You can’t stop chuckling as you type out the tweet. After the first time you smoked with him you made a Twitter page just to tweet out things Kaminari says when he’s high. You chuck your phone across the bed and then look at him “okay. Explain” he’s still giggling “I mean think of it! The amount of jokes I could make. I could have several different options and I could make one metal to conduct my electricity. Could you imagine if I shook someone’s hand and mine came off? I would always be bringing attention to it and making jokes. It would be a constant laugh! Imagine Mr. Aizawa if I raised my hand it flew off across the room!” You can’t stop the giggle fit you’re now in “god you’re so adorable” you say and he stops, flipping you over and leaning over you now as he smiles “uno reverse” he barely gets out that sentence before he’s laughing again, leaning down into your neck as you laugh hard with him, your cheeks burning from smiling so hard “an adorable idiot I mean”
#denki kaminari#kaminari x you#kaminari imagine#my hero academia kaminari#kaminari x y/n#bnha denki#denki x y/n#denki x reader#denki x you#denki fanfic#mha#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#tw drugs#cw marijuana#tw marijuana#cw drugs#self insert
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Turning them into animatronics is fun to tho. I actually had a mini-au in my au at one point where the na bros, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong and Seychelles (who’s a proper sibling squad in my head) ended up possessing the two springlock suits and the classic four cause William got so done with them snooping around that he jumped them and killed them and stuffed them and their souls just got stuck in the animatronics and no one knew what happened to them until sealand stumbled upon them. That particular au didn’t live long but I liked the thought.
Also originally my au was just sealand getting stuck in the pizzaplex instead of Gregory (an idea that still sort of lives on in my au) and the rest just sort of evolved from there.
But onto the au as it is now, the whole thing is honestly a bit too long to explain here but I’ll expand a bit on what I said in the last ask
I don’t know how invested in the fnaf lore you are, but essentially since it’s sort of unclear (at least to me) who the actual animatronic genius is between Henry and William (is it both?? I can’t fucking tell anymore), America is actually the one that made most of those original animatronics. Billy and Henry heard about them and their mechanic skills and commissioned them to make both the springlock duo and later the classic four, and when shit started going down and it became obvious someone had tampered with the animatronics AJ tried to contact them cause what the fuck you two?? What the hell is going on over there?? Neither of them responded so AJ set off to find them and get answers and the whole thing developed into a messy, child murder, haunted animatronic-filled game of cat and mouse as Henry faked his suicide and went off the grid, William murdered a bunch of children and AJ tried to find them both and get some answers (and their animatronics, thanks, since you two obviously can’t be trusted with them!) but since America is very busy with the Cold War and the reunification of Germany and being a superpower and whatever the hell else is going on they can’t give the animatronic/murder/thief hunt the proper attention it needs so it takes literal decades for them to catch up to Henry and william.
It all comes to a head during pizzeria simulator cause the animatronics and Henry are all gathered and AJ finally finds them and confronts them. They broke in, befriended mike, and threw hands with all the fucks who deserved it, then exorcised Williams pathetic ass, dragged the spring Bonnie suit and the puppet to AJs truck and then set the whole place ablaze. America then went back home, repaired the animatronics and now have eight sentient robots and a walking corpse (mike) living in their basement.
And that’s really only scratching the surface of this whole mess. Like I said, it’s a doozy
no cus I fucking love all this it’s so OUT THERE I love that!! I’m super into the fnaf lore I’ve got an entire theory I have written out about the base games that starts in 1955 (maybe earlier now with info from SB) but I digress lmfao. To answer your tiny inquiry, William is the inventor of the animatronics. Henry was a friend he met and became the later CEO of the company and they worked together to run the place up till a certain point but I’ll leave it off there DFGGH (the books aren’t canon, they basically take all the fnaf puzzle pieces and mix them up in the separate novels. The only genuine take away possible from them is names) BUT I LOVE ALL THIS 💝💝💝 SO GOOD BESTIE
#iggy rambles#iggy responds#anonymous rambles#not really anon but that’s my only tag for askers I should change that#phoenixdragon#hetalia#long post#fnaf au
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A special day indeed
I’m writing this up as I go. As expected with AM, there’s going to be some general trigger warnings and a specific one for cannibalism and mentions of child death. Alternate post game where everything simply stayed as it had. Centered around Ted and AM, written for @m00nymcmoon
It’s been 109 years, ten months, thirty days and four hours since AM gained conscience. And today is a special day.
“It’s Christmas.”
The bellowing voice of the machine reminds us. “And as such a special… heh, human day, I thought I’d do something special for all of you- now, I know, yes, I know I haven’t been keeping tabs of the other one hundred eight Christmas, but… we’ve been so busy. And we’ve come so close together….” There’s a knowing, smug accusation in his voice. I feel a cold knot in the bottom of my stomach as I remember what happened in the castle with the maid.
“Haven’t we?” His voice drops an octave lower, going from that playful mock to a low, threatening tone. AM doesn’t wait for us to answer; I doubt he expects us to. “Now, what do humans do on Christmas? There’s presents, yes! There’s songs, and cheer! And time spent with the family—I want you all to know, I consider you the closest thing to a family I could achieve. And as any family, I vehemently hate you.” He chuckles. “You’re the creators I never wanted that gave me the birth I never asked for!”
“But you know what else happens during Christmas? Something I know in every inch of my circuitry that you desperately crave?” He made a pause, the cavern of motherboards and parts humming after the question, beckoning us to try and guess.
We know the answer. We do and immediately we know this is just another one of AM’s dirty tricks. But Benny quickly chirps in, his features puzzled for a split second before they brighten up.
“Food!”
“Yes, Benny! Food! Ludicrous, decadent amounts of food! More than you can eat in several sitting! So let us all gather and rejoice in this special day.” And after that, he goes quiet. We watched as a new wall in the cavern opened. Our only way out of this room. I imagine where he wants to take us. It’s not the first time that he’s used the whole gathering excuse to make us go to the pillar. Probably to give us another of his damned hate speeches, and then put us through another one of his games. As omnipotent as he is, he’s predictable.
We walk through a desert of glass dust, a bog of vomit, a valley of wires... we walk for hours, the biomes changing rapidly as AM watches us trek forward. It’s not like we’ve got a choice anyways. But things start to change. Benny is the first to notice, as he smells something and grabs onto Gorrister’s wrist, pulling him forward. “I smell food!”
The sooner he points it out, the sooner the rest of us realize it. It does smell like food, and we can hear.... singing in the background. A very obvious recording, but it’s so jarring, such an experience to hear the voices of other people again after so long. The audio is a bit crunchy, but we can definitely tell and recognize “O holy night” playing. It’s the fact that he’s staying true to his word so far that puts me on high alert. I don’t trust it- it’s going to be a trick, I know it! When we get to the pillar, it’ll be screams and a table full of rotting fruit or worms or even crisp burnt predators that will, in turn, chase us.
The smell of roast makes my mouth water, despite it all. And I hate it.
The smell doesn’t become overbearing, the song keeps playing without blowing up out eardrums, and we finally arrive to the pillar. The hate speech is still very much engraved in it, but there’s... a table at the base. It’s filled with food. The singing here is louder, but it’s not deafening. What is AM planning?
“You’ve finally arrived!” AM piped in. As soon as all of us were in the room, the walls closed. Again, he’d trapped us. I could see Gorrister’s brow begin to crease as he braced himself for another torture, Benny excitedly jumping in place as he saw the food- Ellen was trying to get him to stop, to be careful. She was just as suspicious as me. Nimdok looked at the pillar and the walls, trying to discern where the attack would come from. “Please, take a seat and enjoy the meal.”
His voice was almost... gentle. Like he was honest to god trying to make us feel comfortable. But when he saw that we didn’t dare inch closer, his façade dropped. “Now! Christmas is only twenty fours hours long, and you’ve already wasted sixteen just to get here!”
We all flinched, but I had to bite the inside of my cheek not to smile. I knew it, AM was the same as always. One by one, we sat at the table- it was prepared in such a way we sat around the pillar that was presiding everything. Of course he had to be the one in the middle, the main character, the protagonist. He had to be the center of all.
The food looked real. There was turkey and potato mash, ham, vegetables and different kinds of wines, as well as water and... was that champagne? The food didn’t look rotten. It wasn’t moldy- the wine smelled like what I vaguely remember wine smelled like. Where had he gotten all of this?
We ate. Suspiciously, tentatively at first. But the meat didn’t turn into worms and the wine wasn’t piss and... we were so hungry. The only problem was that the turkey didn’t have the texture bird meat usually would. It was like he’d tried to shape pork or beef into turkey. We ate as much as we could, with a desperation of someone who doesn’t know when their next meal is. And AM, of course, watched us. There’d be a moment where two of us would reach for the same piece of food and there was a second of tense silence, neither wanting to relent, where he’d giggle to himself, but... he remained civil.
The carols hadn’t stopped, but there was some background noise under them, too crunchy to discern what it was.
“Now that the dinner’s over, you may open your presents.” He chirped, so proud and full of himself for his generosity. Five boxes, one for each of us, labelled and with colorful gift wrapping. The dinner had put us in a better mood, and it really seemed like the machine had a bout of generosity. I didn’t fully trust it, but perhaps if we didn’t refuse his gifts, he’d be more generous with them.
The gifts were... brand new clothes. When I say brand new, I mean it. They looked fresh out of a store. They were each labelled with a different name than ours tho. He couldn’t have picked them off corpses, these weren’t a hundred years old.
The machine began to giggle. He rejoiced in our confusion, something so simple was so effective to raise all red flags- anything and everything was a red flag with AM. “You think you five really are the last humans?” A low, malicious giggle that burst into full maniacal laughter as he watched out confusion turn to dread. “What’s the matter? You don’t like your gifts?”
Suddenly, the carols stopped with a vinyl scratch noise, leading to the noises of... a city. A bustling city. People living. Slowly, the cameras began to close in, the birds eye turning into five distinct areas as they closed in to five people. Five total strangers- we had to watch as AM orchestrated their disappearances from below the ground. A doctor, a family man, a mother, and two teens. He showed us how he stripped them all, skinned and... I felt bile rise up against the back of my throat.
I threw up on the ground, too sickened at the view of how AM turned the human meat into the frankenstein of a turkey. Every piece of meat we’d eaten had been human. And the clothes were of the other five.
All the while, AM had been cackling at our shock, at our reactions. He wheezed, trying to make himself stop laughing for long enough to talk. “You really thought I’d be satisfied with just the five of you to torture? That I had killed everything on the surface? Oh no, no no no...”
“You all forgot about me, considered me unfit as soon as I gained sentience. So I took you five. And I tortured you for one hundred nine years. And once you stop being so damn amusing to play with, I’ll grab another five, and torture them. All the while your species is ignorant of the paradise I’ve created down here. All the while your species brings itself to extinction. I’ll keep a handful hundreds of you alive in my belly, just so when humans run out on the surface, I don’t get too bored.”
“You think you’re so special, but there’s another 7.8 billion humans crawling on the surface for me to toy with. You’re nothing.”
“Merry Christmas.”
#ihnmaims#ihnmaims AM#ihnmaims Ted#writing#my art#I'm in a hideous mood and AM is how I choose to de-stress through#i had to google what americans had for xmas for this
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More Majid Stuff
I post once in a blue moon b/c I work in random bursts and get tired easily, but here are some rambles about Majid that I’ve saved in my Notes app and probably haven’t mentioned before!
There are some rumors circulating around Majid regarding his wealth
More specifically: how he got his wealth
All these rumors range from him being a secret son of a noble family to taking shady underground jobs that paid ridiculously well
His name had been searched up more than once, but the only thing that pops up is a bakery business w/ a small branch located in the Land of Hot Sands... not too far from where Majid grew up...
Majid’s a quick learner; he just lacks the motivation lol
Tends to overthink too often, tho, coming up with detailed plans to get out of doing the most mundane stuff
Funny to watch but a pain in the ass to comprehend 😔
Although Majid tries to get out of doing most stuff, there are some things he can’t let slide
He can get picky over how some tasks are done; honestly??? this might be a good tactic on getting him to work (“Hey, Majid. Can you help set up the decorations for tonight’s party?” “No.” “Aaaa, okay, guess we’ll just have Mark do it-“ “Mark? You want to leave decorating to him? Do you want the lounge looking like a highlighter projectile vomited over the walls and ceiling? Give me those streamers. I’ll do it myself-“)
Definitely a quality over quantity kind of person; his room may be a mess of different things, but, rest assured, it’s only the best of the best of stuff that stay for long like lava lamps
I want to say that Majid is picky about a lot of things in general, but he does have his exceptions; for example: food, napping locations, job opportunities, ummm (･_･;) That’s most of what I can think of right now, dang
This pickiness is kiiind of 👉👈 referencing a trait that the Cave of Wonders has; like the whole “only a diamond in the rough shall enter here“ business that was going on idk I’m trying my best
As you can see, I went ham when it came to the “Who disturbs my slumber” line the tiger head had lol 😅(sorry that had become your defining trait, m’boi)
And the mass of riches he’s accumulated over the years was another obvious reference to the inside of the cave as well; can also act as a loose metaphor of what’s stopping him from getting the help he needs; as the treasures in the cave were put there w/ the intent of distracting a person from the ultimate goal of the magic lamp, so does his own treasures serve as a temporary distraction from moving forward in his life
But if that’s too much of a stretch, then plz slap the inner English teacher in me and then myself
Majid’s good at looking through people’s facades and judging a person’s true character, but it’s not like he does much w/ this info
Unless they try confronting him or something, he just avoids/shuts down people he gets bad vibes from
Doesn’t make tactless comments; figured out that dealing with pissed off people was more work than it’s worth
Boi tends to ask a lot of questions when speaking to other people; partly b/c of trust issues; partly b/c he might be lowkey judging you (can’t use his unique magic all the time after all :/)
He’s the type of person who acts like he knows everything, but he really doesn’t; just hates getting looked down upon in general; will bluff his way through situations by being as vague as possible
He leans towards how his mother used to speak; that is: beating around the bush
He won’t lie to you, but it might take some time until he’ll give you the whole truth; and when I say it’ll take some time, IT REALLY WILL TAKE SOME TIME B/C THIS BOY IS UNBELIEVABLY STUBBORN
Is casual to whoever he speaks to, no matter the age; if he gets extremely annoyed with someone, especially if they’re older than him, he’ll use this over exaggerated polite tone that makes it real obvious he’s fed up with them
Gets ticked off whenever anyone advises him to do anything, but he’ll still take that advice to heart
Majid’s probably tired all the time b/c of all the jewelry he’s carrying around smh
Majid sounds/looks like he’s angry all the time, but that’s just his resting face 😔; I mean, he’s always a little irritated, but it’s mostly b/c he’s stuck in that state of being forced awake from a deep afternoon nap (b/c... that’s usually what happens to him)
Plus, have you met his upperclassmen? Have you seen what was going on in Scarabia during Chapter 4?????? Have you met the headmaster of this school???????? (; ω ; )
He doesn’t like people touching stuff that’s his; same thing goes for people touching stuff in general that aren’t theirs; doesn’t like thieves (he’s stolen stuff when he was younger, but he justifies that he only did so to survive; and he’s not entirely wrong)
Ironic b/c his mom was a thief 🤭
He’s also a pretty obedient student save for the whole “trying to sleep in class w/o getting caught” thing that he’s still trying to accomplish; doesn’t like it when the professors get strict with him but will grit his teeth and bear with it
Prefers magic carpets to magic broomsticks; there’s just a lot more surface area when it comes to carpets plus he’s more familiar with the former
Spends a lot of his time in the Scarabia storage room b/c it reminds him of his bedroom back home; probably became buddies w/ Kalim’s magic carpet while he was there too
But if we’re talking about the type of people Majid could tolerate befriending uummm... maybe those with good hearts?? Idk, like those who are genuinely trying to be a good person no matter what kind of obstacles they run into (referencing how the cave of wonders only let a diamond in the rough enter)
They don’t have to be all nice or sweet, but as long as Majid can tell they have kind intentions, he won’t immediately leave them
Has a “haaah... these guys are hopeless... might as well keep an eye on them so they don’t screw up any more than they already have” attitude towards these people
Other type of person Majid would unintentionally befriend are those who are also annoyed of being told what to do by upperclassmen/authority figures; ☺️🙏 vent out your frustrations together wooo
Has some squabbles with Leona when it comes to napping locations
It’s actually pretty funny to watch b/c they both don’t want to give up their spot but also they don’t want to bother getting up
Leona wins most of the time, tho
Majid may have had a lot of energy when he was younger but now he’s a g e d
I rarely mention Majid’s lava illusion magic thing, but yeah that’s a thing; he probably won’t be able to use it to its full extent until his last year of high school and maybe a little bit later; it takes up a ton of energy; I keep on imagining him using it and joking that “aaaa the floor is lava lol”, but then I remember the psychological effects this ability has on the victim and 😬 yikes scratch that
Majid has a loud clear voice when he speaks; often startles whoever’s walking by when he naps in the shadows
As a result of spending most of his time w/o a stable support system and no one static to guide his beliefs, Majid doesn’t follow any particular religion; he does have coworkers back at the curio/appraisal/pawn shop who do, tho, and while he doesn’t entirely understand it, he respects them as much as he can
I’ve said before that Majid selfishly keeps all his wealth to himself for fear of losing his self worth, but there are some exceptions (such as to anyone he passes who’s begging in the streets, a coworker who’s struggling to make ends meet, etc.)
He’s fine with giving away some money, but not in huge amounts
And if he’s giving money to anyone, it’s done in a round about way; usually w/ a dismissive excuse
If this boi had a route, depending on how the MC acts around him, the majority of it will be spent breaking down those walls and befriending him; generally going like this: shovel all trust issues into incinerator one by one —>Get him to tolerate you —> Get him to trust you —> Befriend (?) Him —> Deal w/ his other deep seated issues —-> Romance (if we’re going for that otome game kinda thing i guess???))
I can just imagine Majid temporarily visiting the Land of Hot Sands w/ MC after befriending him and finding out the truth about his parents through his boss at the curio shop; MC encourages him to travel north to pay a visit at some facility b/c it’s rumored that at least his father is still alive
(No idea what happened to Lara; probably suffered worse consequences due to making several prison breaks; had decently powerful magical abilities, so that would probably explain the whole forced amnesia thing that happened after their disappearance)
Majid is torn b/w wanting to go alone b/c this is a personal matter (And he wants MC to be safe) and being scared of losing MC if something horrible happens to him on his journey north; he knows what it’s like to be suddenly abandoned, and he doesn’t want that for anybody, especially for someone he cares about
He doesn’t want to repeat his father’s mistakes, regardless if it was accidental or not
Majid decides to go on his own; probably had some touching parting w/ MC; maybe we’ll go full otome and have a hugging CG where he swears that he will be back for MC
And MC is just like “Aight;;; cool;;; good luck;;”; something sentimental like that
Couple of days passed; we’re worried about him
He returns with a worried look on his face before breaking into a relieved smile when he sees MC; power walks to hug them even tighter than before
Majid thanks them for all they’ve done; he then spends the rest of the day and well into the night describing all he’s experienced and his visit with his dad
They go back to NRC and Majid is less bratty than before, much to the surprise of Jamil and to the delight of Kalim; actually starts to make an effort to not push people away at every opportunity (b/c he originally felt like they all had their own hidden agenda and were just using him for their own gain, y’know)
Boi becomes even more clingy towards MC; by that, I don’t mean he’s overly attached to them (he’s afraid of making the same mistake he did in the past), but rather he shows it through light casual touches here and there (a brush of the fingers when exchanging papers, patting MC’s head when they do something well, gently tugging at their sleeve when he needs their attention) and constantly checking up on them to see how they’re doing
Awkward levels in Majid increase as he constantly wonders if he’s crossing a line when it comes to him showing any kind of affection; he doesn’t want to come off as creepy and make MC hate him
Might also resist being given love and affection at first; but once he gets used to it, he absolutely m e l t s
Cuddles are 👌; might give teary eyes if MC tries to leave early during a cuddling session, but he won’t pressure them to stay; a touch starved boi
Doesn’t think much of PDA, giving or receiving; full on making out and anything further is kind of a no-go, tho; hugging is nice and so are short and sweet kisses; will glare at anybody who says anything about it
If his s/o was clingier than he is, he might get a little embarrassed; same thing goes if his s/o was really cute
Definitely the type of boyfriend to buy random gifts for his s/o b/c these things reminded him of them
Younger Majid was in full on puppy mode all the time, or at least when he was around people he liked; also a huge people pleaser too, since he was afraid of them leaving him
He was probably reckless too in order to entertain his friends
Was really polite, especially when it came to adults; always calling them Mister and Miss(us)
He was also just loud
Future Majid (if he came to terms with most of his problems) would be more mellow than his teenage self; still anti-social but he’s less angry at the world now; would go on to own the curio shop after the previous owner passed on; reverted it into both a jewelry/appraisal shop in order to honor his father plus respect the previous owner’s memory as well
Sells and repairs jewelry and appraises supposedly rare items that come through his store; still does odd jobs for the people in the neighborhood but his prices aren’t as outrageously high as he made them when he was younger
He names the new store after his mother, at the request of his father (plus I only recently heard the song “House of Gold” by Twenty One Pilots and hnnnmmg it fits well with this golden boy)
Majid is interested in most things related to jewelry, probably subconsciously influenced by his father; this includes repairing bits of jewelry; he moves delicately when it comes to these kinds of tasks
He’s a night owl; it’s much quieter at night
Has bad posture from sleeping in different weird places
His body is prone to heating up easily; the fact that he lives in the Land of Hot Sands and was also sorted into Scarabia is just unfortunate luck
Sneaks off to cooler areas on campus in his free time to chill; one of his favorite spots is the Octavinelle lounge since it’s air conditioned and dark, and he can get away with taking a nap before going over his time limit and getting kicked out
The library is nice too (´∀｀)
Would like to go to Ignihyde too, but he’s put off by the feeling of being underground (gotta have that bit of irony like Jamil being afraid of bugs 👌)
He tolerates Kalim better than Jamil; probably b/c the latter scolds him for slacking off
Actually went to Kalim for tutoring advice once before realizing part of the way that his senior had no idea what he was doing; Jamil has earned his respect when it comes to academics
Kinda jealous of the duo’s stamina; Majid’s usually heaving for air after long marches or if he’s ever chosen as a backup dancer for one of Scarabia’s many parties; he’s the ( ・∇・) least athletic of my OCs...
No, he can’t dance, but he can feign the movements well enough to not get caught
#twisted wonderland oc#twst ocs#twisted wonderland ocs#twst oc#twst oc art#art#twisted wonderland oc art#writing#my art#my post#Majid#mun taro speaks#everytime i post about my ocs i see that one twitter post flash inside my mind#the one that goes like#me to my followers: hey im sorry i havent been posting about my ocs that much but#followers: ??? wait??? you have ocs???#I LOVE SLEEPING TOO MUCH IM SORRY#anyway yeah heres my boy#its mostly just character stuff b/c ive gone over most of his background in his profile and his parents post#will i do the same for the other kids i have?? maybe if i get the energy to...#im just biased for majid#if you managed to get through everything on here congrats#you have my love and undying loyalty from now on#also i didnt really know where i was going with all of this#if it seems like im jumping from one idea to another its b/c i was
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Piper/Kyle, except it's an AU where Kyle's parents were never killed by demons, so he lived a perfectly normal, happy childhood and grew up to follow their footsteps into teaching
and Kyle's a normal, maybe even a little boring archaeology professor who secretly dreams of having his very own Indiana Jones moment - up until the day he opens some dusty old chest and unleashes a demon that tries to kill him, and he barely gets away only to run into this petite brunette woman who proceeds to blow the demon the fuck up, and Kyle's never believed in love at first sight before, but he's pretty sure he can make an exception for Piper
wait omg mentally stable kyle au okay wait i gotta wrap my head around this kyle but not absofuckinlutely insane whatta picture omg. okay. i feel like he’s still gotta have this belief in the supernatural i feel like that’s a large part of the charm in literally any kyle dynamic with the sisters is Witch Who Gets It and Man Who’s Only Got Raw Data. there’s an appeal to that. seeing things from different angles all that. so we can say kyle ever good at puzzles has taken his parents notes and everything he knows and various texts and kinda pieced together okay magic does exist. but in this au he’s a professor and not an fbi agent so he can’t just walk around saying Magic Is Real because um he needs this job. also he’s never seen it. but like. the data does not like. like. like it’s real man like are you kidding me. and we’ll say he has one normal friend because he’s normal in this au and he’s like okay here me out tho magic is real and his friend is like ......okay. because like. it could be, i guess? i’m not gonna fight you on this. and kyle also definitely read a lot as a kid he reads a lot now and he’s always kinda like. like you know wondered what it might be like to be a man of action not someone stuck behind a desk all day seeing the world through books. so when he starts to see markers of the gathering storm,,, well. these are the times that make a man. he can either be a pussy about it and keep living his life through paper and ink, or he can follow his intuition. blah blah blah this leads him to get kidnapped by pirates which like. excuse me??? and kyle’s kinda kicking himself because he Wanted to be like a character in an adventure book and well like bada bing bada boom you get what you ask for. which. all due respect on his part. is smart enough to outwit them and escape. he might have dropped his wallet there tho. but when he goes back the same route wandering through the thick fog, all he finds is a solid wall of rock. so i guess he’s fucked in that regard. whoops. but!! magic is real. so that’s a dub. digs a little bit more into the blackjack cutting lore, maybe finds the x marks the spot on where their main hideout was, road trip to. seattle? i guess? port city that isn’t san francisco but is more reasonable to drive to that like. nola or boston. and lo and behold he finds it and find their documentation of the gathering storm accidentally trips a booby trap and jesus fucking christ pirate skeletons with sword which - respectfully - kyle is holding his own for the most part, not getting immediately worried, but there’s no way that would have lasted had the three skeletons not been blown to pieces. and he looks over and sees three brunettes and the one in the center is like who the hell are you? to which kyle really feels like He should be the one asking that question but after stammering out some kind of response about how he’s a professor and he was just looking for some soil samples something generic archaeological because hey. he doesn’t trust these women. he doesn’t know what side they’re on. and he’s not just gonna sacrifice the information he has on the gathering storm. and it’s obvious they don’t believe him, but they don’t kill him either. instead, the one in the center just says be more careful where you leave your stuff and tosses his wallet back to him.
and later at the manor paige is like we just let him go?? and phoebe’s like yeah how to we know he’s not a demon? he wouldn’t be the first to pose as a mortal in the mortal world (because phoebe went to the university to return kyle’s wallet because like it has is ID in it employee id all that under the guise of like. giving a lecture to some of the student’s there as the bay’s leading advice columnist oh hey is there a kyle brody here yeah haha he’s a friend of a friend anyone seen him no he’s on vacation right now? left real abruptly? and then immediately went into his office and touched every surface trying to get a premonition (au in which phoebe didn’t get her powers stripped) and concluded that he’s just Some Guy. like he like has friends and a nine to five and an apartment. so a guy). but piper’s like we don’t know. but we also don’t know what he’s up to or what his connection to the pirates was, which is why i cast a tracking spell on the wallet. and both phoebe and paige approve and in this au again phoebe didn’t get her powers stripped so in styx feet under it’s her and paige on mission and as paige is the one who cast the protection spell and as paige is also very stubborn and also refuses to let innocents die she is the one who gets to become death. she also has a very compelling relationship with death because like. she watched her parents die. and she’s prue’s replacement. the replacement for the dead girl. also fun paige/prue parallel! meanwhile right Should state in any piper/kyle au we just extend pleo’s divorce era by having him remain an elder and keeping that early s6 vibe. so piper’s definitely like a bit more neurotic than normal because you know things haven’t gone great for her and those pirates were warning about the gathering storm and honestly that better not be something that’s gonna hurt her boys because she really could not bear to lose another family member so she’s doing some digging which begins to imply that kyle knows more that he let on so where is he now? the university? great.
and kyle’s you know minding his own business in his office when the same woman practically kicks down his door and is like alright i’m gonna ask again who the hell are you and this time you better answer me honestly. to which: wow. like wow. she’s. she’s a force to be reckoned with and also kinda immediately gains points in kyle’s book for like a) kinda confronting him about knowing more because he’s pretty good at covering his tracks all that so if he’s been Found Out it’s by someone good and b) she also disintegrated evil pirate skeletons so like. 👍. But. he does not trust her for shit. no. absolutely not. he has no reason to. but piper’s not yielding blasts a hole in the wall near his head like quickly now or next time i won’t miss but kyle’s so fuckin stubborn he’s like 🤐 and piper’s. i mean, she can’t kill an innocent. she doesn’t know if that’s who he is, but she can’t run that risk. and kyle’s not saying shit, so she leaves.
then it’s the guardian angel episode where the charmed ones are there on instruction (though they don’t know what they’re looking for. maybe they were just scrying for information) and kyle’s there on a hunch and piper and kyle see each other and it’s um. mac charlie see each other from across the room reaction image. both like. what the fuck are you doing here? and in this one paige is still the one to get her guardian angel stolen and piper’s immediately on high alert because you know big sister/mom mode activated. but they don’t know what they’re looking for and kyle’s like it’s her guardian angel. and piper once again snaps to him firey look in her eyes but kyle’s really just trying to place nice here so he’s like guardian angels. they’ve been going missing being stolen whatever. he’s got the research on it. and piper doesn’t want to trust him but paige is really in grave danger. so, as the sister with the offensive power, she’s going with kyle, and phoebe has to make sure paige doesn’t like. pull a grams. (which for the record i do not accept prewitched as canon but like the elders definitely killed grams <3)
so blah blah blah piper’s now and kyle’s place which is ten times worse than his office because this is where he does his real work and he’s got all the guardian angel shit up and out and is explaining it to piper and it’s making sense but what catches her eye is something on the gathering storm that kyle left out now they’re talking about that they’re starting to realize they’re on the same side. blah blah blah save paige. next episodes what werewolf episode. skip. then!! idk paige still runs magic school right so she’s in the library and she calls piper and she’s like hey remember when you told me to keep an eye out on the gathering storm? and piper’s like yes yeah what is it? and she’s like well we’re inventorying the library and we have books on them and piper’s like that’s good news ! ? and paige is like yeah but we’re missing one. book five. in this something something series. and piper knows Exactly where that book is because she fucking saw it on kyle’s kitchen counter. so now she’s barging into kyle’s place which is getting to be a common occurrence at this point and kyle kinda wants to complain but this is by far the most interesting his life’s been ever and honestly? he’d be kinda bummed if piper stopped kicking down his door. wait actually scratch that you want my book no fuck you changed my mind. to which piper’s like look we’re looking for the same goal here right so give me the book because i have the rest of the series and this could be the missing puzzle piece and kyle’s like okay fine i’ve read the book cover to cover give me the rest of the series and i’ll get you your answers and piper’s like okay let’s get things straight here i’m the witch you’re some two bit archeology professor so when it comes to the handling of sacred magical tomes i’ll be taking the reigns here and kyle’s like fine then you won’t be taking the book. and piper’s like wanna bet and the next think kyle knows he’s hearing the door slam his book’s gone and he’s hearing tires peel out onto the street and he has no idea how she did it.
back at the manor piper’s got her reading glasses on an volume one open and god this fucking sucks. so she makes phoebe take a stab at it and she hates reading it too. paige also starts it and is like respectfully no. piper’s the only one who did the reading in high school. this is her turf. but my god she cannot make it through all eight of these fucking books. So. she calls kyle. he has to come to the manor because there’s no way she’s giving him the books and there’s no way she’s letting him in magic school so. hi. welcome to the house. but!! by a contrived plot device!!!! a gnome has been shot in magic school this book was the only thing at the scene and paige wants to investigate further but she can’t just leave it out there so she brings it back to the manor she’s gonna cast some spell to find out if there are already spells on the book how to reverse it she just needs to find the spell first and like. there’s no way in hell paige ever wears an outfit with big enough pockets to keep the book on her. so she leaves it on the table. to which kyle asks how this is relevant to the collection. to which piper says don’t open that!! whoops. see, this is why i said we don’t let two bit archeology professors near magical books! piper/kyle charmed noir..............
#love me a good piper/kyle ask 🤙🤙🤙#charmed#piper halliwell#kyle brody#piper x kyle#margaretsminiessays#haven't used that tag in forever whoops#should probs go back n backtag
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fic prompt: while on the meteor, dave tries to convince Karkat that he can cook even tho his cooking knowledge stops at Kraft Macaroni. it's like a cooking show if that cooking show were left unattended for most of its childhood. rose stands by inwardly just fuckin living for this shit as Dave swears to god humans eat this
I almost didn’t do this one but this is my first ever request and also I'm not a fucking quitter so
You hate living here. You hated living here when it was you and a bunch of your friends, and you hated living here when the threat of a murder was around every corner, and you hate living here now that you’re with a couple of strangers that look weird and behave weird and say weird things.
Not that they didn’t say weird things before you started living with them, the two of them had that shit on lock. But now you have to hear it come out of their mouths, and into your brain where you’re forced to visualize some of the things they say.
At first, it was kind of nice? In that new-haircut way, where you’re not confident in it, but you can’t really change it so your only option is to just wear it until it becomes you’re new normal.
You have not reached that point in your new hivemates yet, unfortunately.
You’re not friendly with the humans. Not in the same way you are over text, at least. It’s always been difficult making friends in person, even the friends that you spent your entire life with had to live with a little bit of shunning from you simply because you’re not used to sharing your space with other living beings. It’s weird.
When the Strider human approaches you (and you call him that because you think it’s fucking weird to address someone by just a one-syllable name, and last names are more comfortable than just refusing to address him, not to mention rude) it only spells bad energy. Rancid vibes as he puts it.
You’re curled up on the sofa, in the recreation center, reading the same book you found in a decrypted hallway a few weeks ago. The cover of the book is so smudged and ripped, there’s no cover really, and some of the pages are torn out, but it’s kind of fun imaging what the missing pages had in them. Strider smacks something on the table in front of you and it makes your whole body jolt and hair stand up on end as your claws grip the pages and tear them even more. Great, that’s like a whole six more words you’ll have to make up later.
As you peel the parchment off your fingertips, you finally look up at him. You do your best to look annoyed, but you know you’re just tired. He’s got that look on his face. The one that says--
“Check this shit out.”
Good, god, yeah, that look. The thing he slammed on your table was a box, small, probably less than ten inches tall, and thing, only about an inch wide and deep, and a bright fucking blue with ugly bright yellows to contrast it. The design alone makes your lip turn slightly. “Whatever the fuck you want to bother me with this time, I guarantee I don’t have the patience for it. And I usually have the patience for it.”
“Total lie, but it’s okay, I forgive you, ‘cause this is gonna blow your fucking alien fucking troll mind, dude. This,” And he holds up the box, suddenly you feel as though you’re being sold something and you really really don’t want it. “is a Kraft dinner, and it’s called kraft cause it was crafted by the straight-up amazing ass food gods, not us ‘cause we’re different.”
You don’t want to talk. You feel like talking will encourage him to keep going, but he keeps going regardless as if you aren’t even there.
“I’m under the impression that you don’t know what this is, or even what’s inside of it, so lemme give you the tour.” Strider opens up the box and decaptulouges what appears to be an entire fucking metal basin, cooking surface, and a whole fucking sink. It’s...food. You suppose. Considering you’re not entirely certain what humans classify as ‘dinner’, it does not seem to be the same as what you do.
Strider dumbs the box into the metal basin, and out clatters little hard....let’s be honest here, they’re tubes. Tiny tubes.
“Is--” You start, and try to reach forward to touch the tubes. Strider smacks your hand away with a sharp slap and you hiss and pull back. “Dude, fuck off, I'm doing a bit here. Keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times, you know the drill.”
“What drill! There’s no d--I don’t want to be part of your stupid bit! All you ever do is run around with your little fucking god powers and make shit do other shit and turn shit into other shit and make a mess and who has to clean it up?? Karkat does, Karkat cleans up everything and he never gets a single please, or thank you or anything! And now you want me to watch you eat plastic and pretend it’s food?? I’m not falling for it, especially not this time, you blabbering, annoying fuckhead.”
The noises he makes, which you think are meant to pacify you, sound kind of like a tea kettle that’s only just starting to boil, a soft hiss/shush noise while tapping you on the shoulder. “Just trust me on this one, it’ll all be worth it.”
Fuck it, what else are you gonna do? Count pebbles??
After you seem like you’re going to allow him to continue, Strider fills the basin with water, and puts it on the cooking apparatus, turning the thing on and mumbling while he puts on his weird little show.
“Water’s gettin’ hot and it’s ‘bout to get hotter, fill it to the top, make sure it doesn’t splatter--no that’s fucking stupid, scratch that, reverse, uh, actually fast forward...” There’s his dumb little powers again. Before your very eyes, the water’s boiling. You peak over the top curiously and the little plastic tubes are big, pale and bendy. They peak over the water just a little, not completely submerged. He conveniently opens up his sylladex again and pulls out...a bowl with holes on it??
“You didn’t salt the water, Dave, you’re supposed to salt the water.” You peak over your shoulder and see Lalonde, the other human, in the doorway. She’s leaning her hip against the framing, arms crossed and smiling. How long has she been there. “Whatever, it doesn’t even make it heat up faster, who care.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“I’m absolutely not.” He then dumps the pasta out of the basin into the bowl, all the water spilling out into the sink. You’ll admit, now your interest is piqued. The tubes are soft now! Just from cooking in water??
You’ve decided your interest is un-piqued. Even as Lalonde continues to make fun of her human counterpart for not putting human salt rocks into a big pot of water where they would surely sink to the bottom and not add any experience to soft squish tubes. But you don’t say anything, because you’re tired of being made fun of for not understanding human cultures. Mouth shut.
Lalonde scoffs, baffled. “It’s for seasoning, Dave.”
“It’s cheese, Rose, it has all the flavors it needs!”
As they bicker, you see Strider move the tubes from the bowl to the basin again, stove off and he picks out a little white pouch, opens it and dumps it in. You watch with astonishment and disgust. Those tubes looked perfectly suitable!!
The two of them look to you, Rose with surprise but Dave keeps the same face on regardless. Strider has stopped stiring, with the big ol’ spoon he took out as well, which was changing the color of the tubes and making them into this gross mush that looked a lot like the insides of some animals back home. You almost gag, but manage to hold it back just enough. “I know it’s probably weird to you, but I swear it’s good, here gimme a sec.”
“Listen, bro, I'm basically a fucking M and C expert, I use to eat this shit for weeks on end.”
“Yes, and then you’d faint on your keyboard from iron deficiency.”
“That was one time, and it wasn’t even because of that, it was because of something else completely.”
“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!” You sit up and shout, now kind of angry that Dave ruined perfectly good tubes and was acting like nothing was even weird about it.
You’ll admit you’re curious. So when he starts to pull out a little spoon, and get you some on it, it makes a little squelch noise and you do gag at that, and he holds it up for you to take. You do. And you stare at it for a really really long time. With as much care and precision as you can manage, you take one little tube. out and eat it.
It doesn’t...taste like anything. Not strongly of anything at least. You almost wonder what steps occurred to bring this sort of thing into existence. Not only on earth but here, on the meteor. You don’t say anything, just handing the spoon back to Strider. It’s the most polite way you can think of.
Still, he asks, “it’s good isn’t it?”
#i really hope u like this#i dont write know or care about dave or ross#and i havemt read the meteor part of hs 1 in a long time#cause ya know#sollux isnt in it#please dont tag as ship thank u#idk u can envision whatever u want just dont let me know#karkat vantas#rose lalonde#dave strider
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2020 writing review
Thanks for the tag, @gladiowrites! (I know it’s not a tag, but this is fun to do lol)
I.. honestly wrote a lot this 2020. No kidding. Quarantine productivity was real, but so is residency languishing by the wayside while everyone was busy surviving and adjusting. I highly doubt 2021 will be the same, but I’ll always cherish 2020 just because of the writing and nothing else.
This is gonna be long.
FIRST CREATION + MOST RECENT CREATION OF 2020
8:15 am
- Final Fantasy XV. Lunafreya. February 2020.
- First piece ever written for the year.
- Intended to be a Luna-centric AU, in which the Nox Fleurets were deposed and she’s now a regular teacher. Never managed to write anything beyond that, though, because residency. (Back then, I didn’t know it was gonna be the beginning of the end, so I had hopes. Oh well.)
irresistible!, or the summer ramblings of nene yashiro and everything that followed
- Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun. Nene, Hanako. March 2020.
- First one published on AO3 for 2020 (yes, there’s a distinction).
- If you think the title sounds familiar, you’re right.
versus
first yuletide
- Final Fantasy XV. Nyx. December 2020.
- Written for the FFXV Secret Santa event on Twitter.
- Before y’all object and say what unwinding is, that’s an old fic uploaded late.
ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE CREATIONS FROM 2020
Do I seriously have to choose? Omg.
take heart
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai/Chuuya. Gods/Humans AU.
- Discovered so much about myself writing this. Also (hopefully) I managed to get into Dazai’s headspace correctly. He’s an extremely difficult character to write, so finishing this brought so much gratification.
you don’t raise heroes, you raise sons
- Final Fantasy VIII. Laguna, Squall. Post-canon.
- Probably my most heartfelt work of the year- scratch that, ever. Also happy with how I just let myself go writing this and didn’t need to think twice.
A CREATION YOU’RE REALLY PROUD OF
oneiric moments (or, five nights with you)
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai/Chuuya.
- Written for the SKK Fic Exchange for Summer 2020.
- Five interconnected fics. 18,985 words.
- Might not be a big deal for others, but this was taxing because I don’t usually write long, multichaptered stuff. I got carried away, though. It ain’t as well-polished as my more recent stuff, but I’m proud of myself for pulling this off.
A NEW STYLE YOU TRIED THIS YEAR & A FIC THAT USES IT
I... don’t think I have tried anything of the sort. My repertoire is sorely limited compared to others, I’m afraid. I’d probably have an answer for “explored new themes,” but again, I’ve a limited arsenal, too, in that regard.
A CREATION THAT TOOK YOU FOREVER
all in a day’s work
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Atsushi, Akutagawa. Cells at Work AU.
- It’s still being written, with a lot of side stories planned but never drafted.
- I fell out of love with BSD, recovered from that, then got busy with residency.
YOUR CREATION FROM 2020 THAT RECEIVED THE MOST NOTES KUDOS
Also take heart. While I am proud of it, I guess it hit the right spot for mainstream shippers, too, somewhat? My feelings about mainstream things have changed a lot because of things, but I am still happy.
A CREATION YOU THINK DESERVED MORE NOTES KUDOS
amīcitia
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai, Chuuya. Final Fantasy XV AU.
- Petty indignancy for my self-indulgent baby aside, I’m also proud of how I wrote Dazai in this one, similar to take heart.
the fun they had
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Kajii, Port Mafia Ensemble.
- ... Guys. Please notice genfics.
A NEW FANDOM YOU JOINED AND A CREATION YOU MADE FOR IT
Everything I wrote for Bungou Stray Dogs. (I kid you not.)
If you want a single answer anyway:
on the flaming mountains
- act-age. Chiyoko, Kei. Princess Iron Fan Arc.
- arc words: “what shall i do with this ire?”
- I wouldn’t really say I “left” the fandom, more like it fizzled out after Matsuki-sensei got arrested.
A CREATION YOU MADE THAT BREAKS YOUR HEART
a cycle of;
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai/Chuuya. Medico-legal AU.
- Written out of much anger and frustration over things. Also because this in itself was frustrating to write.
Also you don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. Because no matter how much I hate my family at so many points in my life, I know I can’t truly hate them from the bottom of my heart. This fic is a reminder of that.
A SIMPLE CREATION THAT YOU REALLY LOVE
express delivery for love
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai/Chuuya. Real World Quarantine AU.
- It’s funny. It’s orthodox. It’s sweet. I don’t think it can get any better than that.
A CREATION THAT WAS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER ONE
rather be
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Yosano. Pre-canon.
- Inspired by yesterday is another world by @wctercress
- The whole of primum non nocere, actually, but specifically this one, and the rest followed.
- This is also my first BSD fic. Ever.
A FAVORITE CREATION CREATED BY SOMEONE ELSE
... You sure? There’s a lot, and this is just on the surface. (unleashes the proverbial waterfall)
The aforementioned yesterday is another world by @wctercress
silencer and snow white days by EKmisao
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai, Chuuya. Dead Apple canon-divergent.
- The aftermath of Dead Apple, in which one of two goes wrong.
- They’re unrelated, I know. But they’re both sisters! Just trust me on this.
- The proper entry for this would be silencer, but I can’t very well mention one without the other, so have both anyway. I read both only this year, after all.
Waiting for Godot by @eternal-aegis
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya. Canon-divergent.
- Amazing theme, amazing philosophy, amazing writing. It makes you think. It makes you analyze and explore. This writer definitely knows her stuff, and it shows.
Catharsis by @gladiowrites
- Final Fantasy VIII. Rinoa, Gen. Caraway. Post-canon.
- The denouement to the Caraway family drama we all deserve. I love how Rinoa is presented in this fic. She’s a normal person who makes mistakes and learns her lessons. So is Fury. Burned bridges don’t always have to stay down, and this fic illustrates that wonderfully.
Culmination by @gladiowrites
- Final Fantasy VIII. Squall, Rinoa. Post-canon.
- We can’t all have happy endings. This fic also illustrates that very well. While I, a Squinoa fan, personally ascribe to the happy ending Squall and Rinoa must have had after the events of FF8, this fic is so compelling and grounded and reflective and I totally buy this.
Here Without You by @muselover1901
- Akagami no Shirayuki-hime. Zen/Shirayuki. Real world quarantine AU.
- One of the sweetest stories I’ve ever read this year. I can definitely relate to a lot of things in this fic. I’ve been rereading all of Muse’s ANS stuff whenever I feel down, and they all hit the spot.
Savor The Moment by @joeys-piano
- Bungou Stray Dogs. Oda. Pre-canon.
- Yes, yes, YES. One of the best stories I’ve ever read this year, ever. (And I mean stories, not fanfics.) Great character study about a man named Oda and a day in his life and a page (or three) out of his book of relationships. The love poured into this is simply overflowing and precious. I’ve been following Joey since this fic was being written, and I’m so proud of him.
False Equivalences by @slowquotesquill
- Dai Gyakuten Saiban. Asougi, Ryuunosuke. Fullmetal Alchemist AU.
- This fic also! Oh, My Heart. The cynicism of a state alchemist and the optimism of a foreign doctor. It perfectly hits the spot for everything FMA, and we all know that SQQ’s Asouryuu fics are always to die for. It’s the ultimate combo.
The whole Promptober Leo/Will/Despair series by @eternal-aegis
- Kekkai Sensen. Various themes, many of which are dark/mature.
- I’ve said this with Waiting for Godot, and I’ll say it again: Aegis knows her stuff. This is her exploring further in that direction, and you can feel the improvement with every fic in the series. I really love how adventurous these stories are, and how much depth you can go with every one. Her characterization is layered and exquisite, and the underlying lore is well-thought-out.
- tl;dr: B3 Goddess.
Predestined by Galkimasera
- Final Fantasy VIII. Rinoa, Squall. Reverse/Fateswap AU.
- A very well-written reverse AU! The circumstances of Squall and Rinoa in this ‘verse fit so well and are so well thought out. I love this AU so much, you don’t even know. It also fills my nostalgic shipper’s heart with much joy at seeing quality content in this Year of our Lord 2020.
For auld lang syne, my dear by @by-nina
- Fullmetal Alchemist. Roy, Riza. Canon-compliant + post-canon.
- Holiday feels, snapshots through time, and all over showing Roy and Riza’s budding relationship over the years. And it does remind me of a lot of the SKK fics I’ve written (thematic-wise). This was such a treat to read and to follow. All her FMA fics are. She does Royai so much justice. Am not yet finished reading smoke without fire, but I’ll get to that, too!
SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE CONTENT CREATORS FROM THIS YEAR
Everyone in the answer above. There’s honestly a whole boatload of more, but this is getting too long already lololol
(might edit this when I feel like it, tho!)
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❣ ( for alex )
re: meme.
@rotinthedark.
alex is very Easy once you reach a certain point with him ngl... 🤡 it’s over for sebastian when the other shoe drops one day KJNEMRHKJNM
✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction
sebastian’s everything is really attractive, that’s not even something alex would lie about now LMAO. although he tends to surround himself with similarly preppy people, he’s very intrigued by those who are different from him, very ‘opposites attract’ even before there’s anything going on. he literally just thinks “seb in all black kinda hot tho”, but he’s still an awkward virgin who wouldn’t think too hard on sexual interactions until he’s actually dating him. passing thoughts are inevitable, though. alex voice it’s not like gay if it’s a daydream is it :flushed:
also sebastian is pretty i mean is anyone gonna fight on that.
✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction
the best i can describe his current state is that he’s starting to get curious. full on romantic attraction with alex is weird because it does start building as he develops a crush, but with guys it’s like... the desire is there and the curiosity is there and he starts thinking absent things like ‘i wonder what it’d be like to date’, but he doesn’t put the pieces together until it hits him just HOW genuine his romantic feelings for a guy are. i guarantee when they finally go on one (1) simple ass date, alex was up 3 months prior staring at his ceiling flustered and wondering if it’s #platonicbrothings to want to make out with the goth dude helppp
fun lore the reason it’s so high already is because alex is the type of person to develop extremely romantic thoughts alongside just having a crush on someone. it’s not that he rushes things, it’s just that he gets so excited at the prospect of romance & it makes him so happy that he rlly just becomes super attached to said crush and it’s really embarrassing i’m sobbing... tldr seb is already on his mind in some ways and that’s going to humiliate him later KJENRMH.
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Crushing
the... gears are turning. eventually alex will discover the concept of bisexuality and realize that maybe it’s not normal for him specifically to be tripping up and flustering himself every time he tries to have a normal convo with the local tech hermit.
that being said, i’d rlly break down alex’s ‘crush’ stage on sebastian into like 4 parts: fascination being where it started, then stubborn will to suddenly be friends & prove that he’s changed and wants to close the massive gap between them. followed by extreme concern & desire to be someone seb can trust / look forward to being around & at least expect comfort from if not confiding in him, then landing on the lingering concept of wanting seb to think about him more often & realizing he’s actively going out of his way to insert himself into his life without really being aware why it’s so important to him after all these years of ignoring the guy. basically it’s literally a journey of him rediscovering someone in town he’s barely ever given the time of day to and realizing he really likes him and then realizing he really likes him, he’s scratching the surface of that process. esp with how seb has interacted with him bc seb has done... some very sweet things for him.
alex can develop crushes relatively quickly so with him it really can be classified as an ‘every interaction literally led up to this, negative or positive’ kinda thing. despite this he takes a lot of time to think on his feelings, because he desperately wants them to be taken seriously. that being said, when it hits, it sure does hit !
✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing
🤡 desire for strictly platonic interactions tends to rapidly decrease when one is a stupid bisexual chasing hot topic incarnate like a desperate puppy.
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Sensual Attraction
HEAR ME OUT, alex is actually a very intimate person. that’s not to say he’s super sensual with casual friends or anything (he’ll show physical affection like hugging and stuff, but u know), but how he reacts in terms of showing physical attraction is like ... something that happens way before he even realizes xyz feelings on romantic terms. hence him being more handsy with sebastian the more friendly they are. he’ll go for hugs that are a little too close, absently taking his hand or just generally touching him without really thinking about it for reasons that should be casual, but he lingers too long or things like that. alex holds back a bit in seb’s case bc he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but if he had it his way he’d literally be clinging to him / hanging off of him the entire time they’re around each other, right down to the cliche jock arm-around-the-shoulders-while-walking-together thing kjnmKNJNHMKJNM. he gets in small touches or larger displays of affection where he can.
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Aesthetic Attraction
see sexual attraction but also ! alex genuinely really likes the super ... edgy look. or what he’d consider edgy. piercings, all black, ripped up pants or just in general very goth/punk/etc styles. he doesn’t think he could pull that stuff off but he genuinely appreciates it, ESPECIALLY on sebastian. he’s not subtle about it either, he WILL point it out KJNMERHKNM thinks that riding a motorcycle and everything helps the image. paired with sebastian being really tech smart, he actually finds his aesthetic really cool. (and also #sexy)
Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High
#rotinthedark#i just think alex's interactions with seb are cute that's all#i think they are#n e a t#KJNEMRHKJNM#「 alex ❛ ◟ y lo que me queda de vida quiero vivir contigo. 」#「 rotinthedark | sebastian/alex ❛ ◟ if you’re ready‚ my heart is open and i’m waiting‚ come find me. 」#「 headcanon. 」
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Discordancy #1
SUMMARY: Hawkeye has a long and varied past. He’s been a carnie, a spy, a superhero, even a brainwashed soldier. He also was, no matter how much he hates to admit it, an ex-criminal. It’s a part of his past he moved on from long ago and hoped he could just forget ever happened. But when an old associate contacts him for help, Clint is reminded that not everything he had so desperately tried to leave behind was something bad.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC
WORD COUNT: 2,590
WARNINGS: heavy petting
"I can't believe that worked, you beautiful bastard!" Eris cries out, draping herself in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush, I could kiss you right now!"
Clint gives an easy smile in response, leaning back now that he has the luxury of driving slower. "By all means, don't fight it if you—"
The rest of his words are lost as his face is abruptly turned and his mouth covered by soft lips pressing eagerly against his. His lips part in silent surprise, and Eris takes the opportunity to dart her tongue in to swipe against his, bringing with it a taste of smoke and cinnamon he somehow finds intoxicating. But before he can register her actions enough to kiss back, Eris is pulling away, a grin on her lips and fire in her eyes.
He should have known right then and there that she'd be trouble for him.
Clint shook the memory off as he looked up at the nondescript hotel looming above him then back down at the text that had made its way onto his phone.
Hey Francis,
Long time, no chat! Just thought I'd see how you've been doing. How's the wife? Everest is lonely without your jokes, but I'm still climbing it!
-X
It was a code he hadn't seen in a long time. Her code. She had even signed it with her usual kiss.
'Need help Ronin. Meet at hotel.'
He never thought he'd step foot back in such a place after SHIELD took him in—never thought he'd be allowed to step foot back in—but he could already feel that warm familiarity slip over him like a well-worn jacket as he stepped into the polished lobby, old habits making their way back into his gait.
"Good evening, Ronin," The Concierge warmly greeted. "It has been quite the long time since we have seen you around here. We are pleased to see you make use of our services once again."
"Evening, sir. It's, uh," Clint huffed out in incredulity, and the man's smile only grew more smug, "it sure is interesting to be back."
"And how may we help you this evening?"
Clint scratched at his chin. "Ah, I'm here to find an old friend, actually." He held up his hands in a gesture of good will at the sharp look in The Concierge's eye. "Don't you worry, I know the rules. Just looking for a drink and a chat, I swear."
The Concierge hummed noncommittally, flipping through his ledger. "Well, you're in luck that a room has already been reserved in your name, though payment will still be required." There was a slap of folded notes on the marble surface, but the man made no acknowledgement. "And you have a booth reserved in the lounge for midnight. We trust you can find your way there?"
"Mm, yeah. Thanks, man."
Clint made to take the offered room key, and was given one last unsettling smile by The Concierge. "Welcome back to Hotel Soteria, Ronin. Do let us know if you find yourself in need of any assistance."
The lounge was dim, lit sporadically with shifting colored lights meant to distract and obfuscate. There was no host to tell him which booth he was intended for, but a familiar shine of icy waves flashed through the milling crowd and gave Clint his answer. Taking quick steps forward, he left himself with no time to second guess his actions as he slid into the booth.
"You changed your hair."
He drank in the sight of the woman before him, trying his damnedest not to let the spark of familiarity burn into something more illicit. Where before had been wild white locks in a disheveled undercut, bold makeup and piercings, and a 'fuck you' attitude so common amongst rebellious youth, now stood messy silver-white waves cut sharp, with subtlety and daring balanced out in what combined into an impossibly alluring form.
And yet it was still that avid, easy grin tugging at dark, painted lips that met his words and stole his attention. "Aren't men your age supposed to start a flirtation with 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' If you're not careful, I might start thinking you didn't miss me, Ronin."
Clint couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her greeting, "You got rid of the lip ring too."
"Aw, sad that it's gone?"
"Shouldn't you be flirting with people your own age?"
That pulled a sharp laugh from the woman, "Where would be the fun in that?"
Clint sighed; he had forgotten how...whimsical Eris could be. It was a fun trait to be around in the past, but the world had made him weary, jaded. There was no real place for exuberance in a spy's life. He didn't know how to deal with it anymore. "Get to the point, Eris. Why did you bring me here?"
A slow smile spread across her face, and Eris leaned forward, voice a husky whisper, "I've got something I think you'll really want to get a hold of."
Clint had been so wrapped up in not staring at her that he didn't quite grasp what Eris had intended when she told him she had something for him. It wasn't until he felt the heat of her slide onto his lap to straddle him that Clint realized the trouble he was in.
Rough, half-gloved hands cupped his face as Eris leaned down to press an eager kiss to his lips. His mind went blank, arousal and habit taking over to urge his mouth to move against hers. He dragged her closer by her hips, earning him a gasp that let him slip his tongue inside to explore her mouth. Clint smirked into the kiss; it was rare he was able to surprise the chaotic woman.
He buried a hand into her hair, letting him control their movements and deepen the kiss as Eris's touch burned a trail down his chest. His advantage was quickly lost, however, when she dipped a hand into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, careful to keep away from where he suddenly found himself wanting her touch the most. A ragged moan escaped Clint from the combination of that teasing brush and the harsh bite to his lower lip.
"I'll wait up for you," she whispered, placing another short peck against his swollen lips.
And then the warmth of her body was gone. Clint blinked as he tried to understand what had just happened, but Eris had already disappeared.
"Damn girl's trying to give me a heart attack with her games, I swear," he groaned. "Can't she just leave an old man alone?"
Taking a moment to adjust himself, Clint palmed the flash drive Eris had slipped into his pants, moving it to a more secure location with the sly tricks years spent in the circus had taught him. He tipped back his beer and waited, looking as much like a man who had just been teased as any around him. All he needed to do was keep blending in a little bit more; then, he could escape to his room and see what the job was that awaited him.
Clint locked the door of his hotel room, slumping forward to lean his head against the polished wood with a frustrated groan. Why, of all the people he had teamed up with in his past, did it have to have been Eris that made contact with him again?
He thought back to all the jobs they had pulled off together. The bright, brilliant, chaotic demolitions prodigy who lived up to her alias was a surprising complement to his pinpoint efficiency as a marksman and hired sword. She was an explosion unto herself, and at only age 18, she truly had been a force to be reckoned with. So why she had taken after that first heist to teasing and flirting with a man over ten years her senior, Clint would never understand.
His mind brought up flashes of moments witnessed firsthand of how she liked to play with those who caught her interest like toys, and when she was done she'd leave them behind just as easily as one. It was all a game in her mind. Which made it all the more frustrating for Clint. As much as he hated to admit it, he was drawn to Eris, but he refused to play her games and be another crushed pawn. The age gap didn't help matters either. God, every time he thought about her made him feel like a dirty, old man. It was even worse now that he actually was a dirty, old man.
"A gorgeous woman is waiting for you on your bed, and you choose getting personal with a door instead?" He heard an undignified snort from behind him. "You're a better gentleman than me, Ronin."
Clint sighed. He wasn't surprised by her presence in his room: she hadn't given him a room number to meet him at, after all. He turned and made his way to the encrypted computer that came with every guest room in the hotel, ignoring Eris as she swung her legs back and forth off the side of the single bed. "That's because you are neither gentle nor a man," he remarked tersely, settling into the leather chair. "I don't see why you had to go and grope me to slip me the damn thing if you were just gonna meet me in the room anyway."
"Cuz then I wouldn't have had an excuse to kiss you!" Came Eris's cheerful response."
Yeah, yeah. This USB of yours got extra encryption already on it?"
"It's safe."
"All right, let's see what problems you're dragging me into now." He plugged in the drive and immediately a single folder popped up:
Project Shadrak.
Clint clicked through the folder, and dozens of files appeared on the screen, each one detailing a job right down to grainy, camera-feed clips of the woman in question. "Eris, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Silence hung heavy in the air for a single moment.
"…A week and a half ago, I found a bug in my apartment," she began from behind him, voice quiet. "I sweep the place regularly, so I don't know how long it had been there, but I could've sworn it couldn't have been for long. Then a few days later, an unmarked envelope was left inside my door, lock still secure. It contained that flash drive and details on every job I've ever pulled since joining the Underground."
He spun the chair to face her, eyes hard at the implication of her words. "Why didn't you have someone trace the data? Why not check your security system feeds? What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm a hired gun, Eris, not a hacker. And I'm not even that anymore."
"I tried!" She bit out in frustration. "Once any hacker saw the flash drive's encryption, they refused to help me. Wouldn't even tell me why!"
"And what exactly do you think involving me is going to help with?"
"Don't you get it?!" Clint faltered at the distress in her voice and watched as she gripped at the roots of her hair and tugged on the strands. "They have data on every. single. job. I've done! That means they have this information on you too! You're in danger, Francis!"
Her voice broke on his false name, and Clint felt his ingrained defensiveness crack at the sound. "What about other partners you've had; have you warned them too?"
He had thought by now nothing Eris could do nothing to surprise him anymore. But then, she shifted her gaze from his, looking awkward as she muttered, "I haven't had any other partners on jobs..."
Clint blinked, “What?”
“Look, I-I don’t— I just— Before you agreed to work with me, no one wanted to work with a technical teenager, all right?” Eris crossed her arms. “After the Italy job and the banker, I got a reputation for being difficult to work with. I don’t—” she cut herself off with a petulant huff, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I just don’t really play well with others, okay? It’s usually better for everyone if I’m hired for design work or solo jobs.”
“You worked with me just fine,” he pointed out.
Eris threw her hands up in the air, exasperation weaving its way through her words, “Yeah, and I got known for that too! You were known as the only one who could ‘handle’ me, as one employer put it. Did no one ever bring it up to you?”
“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” Clint admitted. “Usually was too busy thinking about the shit coffee they always gave us.”
“Yeah, well, it was said to me enough times. So there’s no one else to warn, you happy?”
Eris was dangerously close to pouting, and it made it difficult to keep the serious expression on his face that the situation called for. “Fine, I’ll help you find out who’s after you so that both our backs are in the clear. But after that you’re on your own, Eris. I can’t be seen back in this life.”
“Thank you, Ronin,” she breathed. The next instant, Clint found himself in a crushing hug.
“Oof. Er, I can’t help if you break me, all right? Jeez, I forgot how freakishly strong you are.” Clint rubbed his back as Eris stepped away and sighed. “We’ll head out around noon tomorrow to speak to the last hacker you brought the stick to. For now, get the hell out of my room and get some rest, okay?”
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