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Chosen ones
Sirius x Remus x Fem!Reader
Summary~ The aftermath of the war and Y/n Potter daughter of James and Lily Potter and Sister of Harry Potter stayed behind and helped rebuild and heal those who needed help after it, in those two years of staying behind she got closer to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. What happens when she overhears them talking about something she probably shouldn't have heard?
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Warnings~ Small talk about the war, Reader is a nurse, kinda girly ( she wears a skirt), Dirty talk, Threesome, Anal, unprotected sex ( that's a nono), Breading kink ( at the end), James is dead but its still James best friends, kissing, Remus and Sirius kinda fighting over reader, soft sex basically, pet names, my writing, reader got hurt from a belt, Sub!Reader Dom! Remus and Sirius, Kinda begging but not really Reader is about 19-20 and Remus and Sirius are 40.
PSA~ this is never permanently stated but Remus and Sirius are like Lowkey together
Where ever I go there's always eyes glued to me, it's not anything I did per say but its because who I am and the family I was born into.
Two years ago me and my brother defeated the dark lord and the death eaters, they killed friends and family, they ruined our school and traumatized many of us but they didn't take away what was left of our family. We had to make it look like Sirius died so the death eaters would think they had an edge on us, oh were they wrong.
We won and saved people who probably weren't going to be saved like Sirius, Remus, Fred, and Lavender. Every since the war everyone gets along better there's no hateful things said about people with different blood statuses or abilities like there was before.
While Harry went to be an Auror and start his life with Ginny, I stayed behind to help rebuild the castle and help those who were in need, I'm a part-time nurse. I still live with Sirius and Remus or should I say they live with me, I pay the bills but after the war they just wanted to be alone from all the prying eyes and who could blame them. From my parents dying to this day all attention has been on us. It's finally dying down.
Today has been a long day, while so many people are working on building the school there's also so many people getting hurt, I have at least 10 patients a day and today that was tripped. This day is finally ending.
As I walk through the front door I see all the lights off except for one, the living room light. I take my shoes off and walk into the lighted up room and I assume the two men who I've lived with the past two years are on the couch, Remus is wide awake with just a pair of pants on watching some muggle documentary but Sirius is no where to be found .
Remus sees me and waves me over to sit with him, and I do. See the thing is I live with the hottest men ever and it drives me insane especially when they dress like this.
' long day sweetheart?' he asks when I lay my head on his shoulder and I just mumble a 'mhm' and feel him putting a blanket around me. I feel so cozy that I don't realize that I was falling asleep until what I assume is not that later because Remus is watching the same thing but Sirius is on the other side of me rubbing my back, and I feel safe, and I start dozing off again
'how long has she been sleeping?' that's Sirus's voice. ' bout an hour, she fell asleep right after she came home, long day at work'.
'I bet' Sirius mumbles. 'Her short outfits always drives me insane, I swear she does it on purpose' Sirius says and I hear Remus clear his throat before he sits up straight and my head falls and hits his belt. And that's when I really wake up 'ow' I mumble as Remus picks up my head and looks like a deer in headlights, I can tell he feels so bad for moving ' I'm so sorry hunny' he says, clearly tense ' its ok' I say.
Sirius stands up and looks at my head, 'nothing bad love just a little red' he says and takes my hand and says ' lets go to bed, ok?' and I just nod.
They both walk me up stairs and after what I think I heard Sirius say I'm curious as to how Remus feels too so I say, 'can i sleep in your room tonight please?'. and they don't say anything and just open their door and let me come in.
This wasn't a first time thing, I have nightmares frequently and if I don't end up in their bed one or both of them come in mine so I feel more safe after the dream I had. ' How does your head feel' Sirius asks and they both look at my head than at me ' fine, doesn't really hurt at all.
'Im so sorry that you had to wake up to that Y/n'. Remus says and I blurt out ' was kinda awake anyways' rookie mistake Y/n, and they both just look at each other and Sirius asks 'so you heard what we were talking about then?'
I look at him and say 'yeah, didn't mean to but I did' and sirius looked freaked while Remus was the calm one this time. 'Why didn't you say anything' Sirius asks you. 'I dunno, was scared' and they look at each other than back at you 'of what love?' Remus says. You just shrug, you're too tired to do this, so you get up and walk to the door but they both jump right up and stop you sirius closes the door and Remus tilts your head towars him, and with a wave of confidence Remus says 'baby, you gotta tell us what you're thinking' and you do, but have to, theres no way around it. 'I feel that way too' I mumble under my breath and of course they heard it.
'Is that so?' Sirius asks as he walks up to me and picks me up, not giving a single inch of attention to Remus and puts me back on the bed and kisses me without warning. And I let him and if wasn't for Remus yanking Sirius back I don't think the kiss would have ended. It took ten seconds from Sirius kissing me to Remus kissing me.
Remus backs up and just looks at me, his and Sirius's eyes and blown. 'We have to stop, if we don't then I'm going to go all the way' Remus says ' yeah' sirius mumbles.
'I want to go all the way' I say and it doesn't take ten seconds before Sirius's shirt is thrown and I'm laying down with Remus hands going to my shirt taking it off. Then my skirt, and I look over to Sirius and the only thing he has on is his boxers, and you can see how hard he is. Remus now backs up and takes his belt and pants off while Sirius kisses down my neck and reaches his hand down my back and unclips my bra and Remus comes back over and lifts up my ass and takes off my panties.
They both sit back for a minute to look at me, but that miniute ends when Sirius starts rubbing my clit ' that feel good baby, yeah. I bet it does' Sirius whispers into my hear. Remus brings his hand down and starts fingering me. ' shit baby, so tight. How are you ever going to fit me?' he mumbles to himself 'want your cock please' and the second I say that I can tell that they both are about to tackle each other.
Remus stand up and takes his boxers off and out springs the biggest dick I've ever seen. I can't stop staring at it ' you ready baby' Remus says and he lines himself 'mhm' you mumble and he slowly starts stretching you out. And your breath shakes and he notices it ' breath hunny, you got this' and you nod your head and say 'please move' and he does. he goes slow at first but then slowly starts to go faster, and you look over to Sirius who's looking at your tits bouncing, ' want your cock Siri' and he pulls his boxers down and says 'where do you want me baby'
And you think for a second and look at Remus 'please' you say and he looks at you all confused and slows down ' what baby' and you whisper something in his ear and he's grinning ear to ear. He picks you up and walks you around the bed to Sirius and says ' she wants you to take her in her ass' and Sirius doesn't waste a moment before he's going to his drawer and grabbing his lube and making sure it wont hurt as bad
'you ready doll?' he asks and waits for a response ' yeah' and then he very slowly sinks you down on his dick. and slowly starts to move. The faster Remus goes the faster Sirius does and it feels so good. ' OH MY GOD' you moan out. 'Shit' Sirius mumbles as he goes faster and Remus runs your clit ' Shit, fuck DADDY' you scream out and it surprises them both but they don't care who it was directed at, you don't even know who it was at, it doesnt matter.
'Shit, baby you about to cum?' Remus asks and you just nod your head. 'Cum with us sweetheart' Sirius says and you do right before they both cum in you. It felt so good that you blacked out and when you gain control again they're both pulled out and Remus had a warm wet rag against your pussy and ass wiping the mess they made.
'Next time my cum is staying in you baby' Remus says right before you pass out.
#smut#fanfiction#sirius black smut#remus lupin smut#remus lupin#remus lupin fluff#sirius black fluff#harry potter universe#threes0me
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The Lost Cause prologue, Part V
I'm coming to Minneapolis! Oct 15: Presenting The Internet Con at Moon Palace Books. Oct 16: Keynoting the 26th ACM Conference On Computer-Supported Cooperative Work and Social Computing.
In my upcoming solarpunk novel The Lost Cause (Nov 14), we get an epic struggle between the people doing the repair and care work needed to save our planet and species, and the reactionary wreckers who want to kill the Green New Deal and watch the world burn:
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues
Amazon refuses to carry my audiobooks, which means that I make my own indie editions and pre-sell them on Kickstarter, along with ebooks and hardcovers. I narrated this one! It came out great! You can back it here:
http://lost-cause.org
This week, I've been serializing the prologue to give you a taste of what you can expect from the book, which Bill McKibben calls "politically perceptive, scientifically sound, and extraordinarily hopeful."
Here's part one:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future
And part two:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/07/met-cute-ugly/#part-ii
And part three:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/09/working-the-refs/#lost-cause-prologue
And part four:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/10/weaponized-interdependence/#super-soaker-full-of-hydrochloric-acid
And now, part five:
Look, I had weeks to go until graduation. I had a life to live. I had stuff to do.
Gramps and his friends would stew and shout. Idiots on the internet would make dank memes out of Mike Kennedy and deepfake him into a million videos, turn him into a main character whose image would be around long after he left the world.
I just had to keep my head down, collect my diploma, and get the hell out of Burbank. I’d already been provisionally accepted for a Blue Helmets AmeriCorps spot down in San Juan Capistrano, helping to rebuild the city’s lower half a mile inland, up in the hills. I was going to do a year of that and then go to college: I had applications in to UCLA, Portland State (they had a really good refugee tech undergrad program), and the University of Waterloo, where my mom did her undergrad in environmental science. They’d let me declare my major in my second year, so I could take a wide variety of courses before settling on something, and if anything, Canada’s free college was even more generous than the UC system or Portland’s, with a subsidy for dorms and meals.
To tell the truth, I’d be glad to go. My senior year hadn’t been anything like I’d anticipated. Gramps’s health had gotten a lot worse the previous summer and his shitty sexist and racist remarks chased away any home help worker Burbank sent over within a week or two, so I’d been trying to keep my grades up while picking up after Gramps, getting him to take his meds, washing his sheets and cleaning his toilet—not to mention making sure he made his doctor’s appointments and even bringing him into the office a couple of times a month for the kind of exams you couldn’t do by telemedicine.
I wasn’t sure what Gramps would do without me to take care of him, but at that point, I was running out of fucks to give. Let his asshole Maga Club buddies look after him, or maybe Gramps could figure out how not to offend everyone that came over to wipe his ass and do his laundry. He was—as he was fond of pointing out to me—a grown-ass adult, and this was his house, and he was in charge. So let him be in charge.
I put myself to bed stewing about all of this, thinking of San Juan Capistrano. Some of my older friends had graduated the previous years and had gone down there and I’d followed their relocation of the old mission on their feeds. It looked like hot, sweaty, rewarding work, the kind of thing where you could really measure your progress.
For the second night in a row, I was woken up at 2 a.m. This time, it wasn’t my screen, it was Gramps, who’d stumped into my room with his cane, flipped my lights to full on, and started shaking me and calling out, “Get up, kid, get up!”
“I’m up,” I said, getting up on my elbows and squinting at him.
He was shaking, and he reeked—of both booze and BO, and I felt a flash of guilt for not getting him in the bath that day.
“God dammit,” he said, and staggered a bit. I leapt out of bed, pulling the sheets off with me, and steadied him at the elbow.
“Calm down, okay? What’s going on? Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right. No one is all right. Fuck all right and fuck you.” I’d had Gramps tested for early dementia the previous year, by showing his doctor videos of moments like these. The doc had run a battery of tests before pronouncing, “Your grandfather isn’t senile, he’s just ornery.” Which was undeniable, and also pissed me the hell off. “Ornery” was a polite word for “asshole.” What the doc was telling me was that Gramps didn’t have to be cruel. He was cruel by choice.
I untangled myself from the sheets and piled them on the bed.
“What is it?”
“It’s Mike Kennedy, that asshole. Someone shot him.”
“What?”
He shoved his giant screen into my hands. I tapped the video window. It was from the POV of a car cam, that weird fish-eye view of a self-driving car, split-screen with the passenger in the front seat, and it was Mike Kennedy, looking even worse than Gramps, bloodshot and trembling, with that under-chin camera angle that makes everyone look like they’re half dead.
I tried to watch both halves. There was Kennedy, whispering something to him. There was the cul-de-sac he was parked in, false-lit with IR from the cameras. The timestamp was 1:17. Less than an hour before.
Then the external image flickered for a second and resolved itself into a man, who phased in and out. He was wearing a ghillie suit like the one Kennedy had worn on the roof, covered in telltale CV dazzle stripes, designed to exploit defects in the computer vision system. You had to wear a different specific pattern for every algorithm, but if you got the right matchup, the computer would simply not see you. The man was flickering into existence when his posture crumpled up the ghillie suit and made the pattern stop working, then out again when he straightened up.
He straightened and disappeared and Mike Kennedy’s eyes widened as he noticed the man for the first time—computer dazzle worked on computers, not humans—and he started to say something and then a round hole appeared in his forehead, his head snapping back against the headrest, then careening forward. The flickering phantom appeared again as the man in the ghillie suit turned and disappeared.
I dropped the tablet to my bed.
“Jesus Christ, Gramps, I didn’t need to see that snuff movie—”
He tried to smack me then. I was ready for it. I was faster. I stepped out of his reach. I was shaking too.
“You don’t get to hit me anymore old man. Never again, you hear me?”
He was purpling now, and a decade’s worth of fleeing and defusing his rages rose in me, made me want to apologize. After all, I rationalized, he’d just seen a friend murdered.
But I’d seen that friend murdered too, videobombed with a snuff flick at 2 a.m. without warning or consent. It was a traumatizing, selfish, asshole move. I’d be watching that movie on the backs of my eyelids for years to come. And the friend who’d died? He’d been ready to kill me. Gramps had no right. He was a grown-ass adult. He had no right.
“Listen to me, you little shit, you think you can live under my roof, take my charity, and talk to me like that? Now? With all the shit that I’m going through? No sir. No. Get out, you little bastard, get out now. Get out before I kick your goddamned teeth in.” He was vibrating with rage now, literally, actually shaking so hard his wispy hair swished back and forth across his forehead.
I didn’t say another word. I picked up some jeans and a jacket, put a pair of socks in a jacket pocket, and jammed my feet into a pair of sneakers without bothering to unlace them. I shouldered past him—still vibrating, stinking even worse—and banged out the back door and stomped through the nighttime streets.
My feet automatically took me up to Verdugo, and then across the empty road. I turned toward school—as I did every morning—and autopiloted in that direction. By the time I reached the Verdugo Aquatic Facility I had calmed down enough to realize that there was no reason to go to school at two thirty in the morning, so I stopped and headed for the playground in the park behind the pool. I sat down on a bench and kicked my shoes off and shook out the playground sand, pulled out my socks and put them on, then put my shoes back on properly. I was still furious, but now I could think straight and my hands weren’t shaking. Gramps and I hadn’t had a blowup like that in years, mostly— okay, entirely—because I’d backed down every time we’d been headed in that direction. I wasn’t in any mood to back down. Not ever, to be fully honest.
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/11/equal-opportunity-class-war/#part-v
My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!
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Sneak Peek of His Sunshine
Heyyy guys! Here's a quick sneak peek of something I've been working on called His Sunshine, a Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader. It's definitely a Grumpy x Sunshine fic and I've been having dreams about this story! I'm excited for everyone to read it so please enjoy! Oh! And same warnings as my other stories, this is written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read it!
His Sunshine
Bucky was already exhausted from the day and it was barely 11. He did his early morning run with Steve and Sam. He tried to avoid Tony to the best of his ability. Got unfortunately caught, with that one Parker kid. And now some alien losers decided that today was a fantastic day to try to invade the Earth for whatever reason. He just wanted to go back to his bed, read some books, and be away from all people, but luck was not on his side. He dodged the punches being thrown his way landing a few with his metal one. There just seemed to be too many. He watched as Steve killed one with a few more coming behind him. Bucky ran to help him swiftly getting away from the debris of the battle. He pulled a gun out of his holster when he knew he wasn’t going to get there in time, killing two and alarming Steve of their presence. He fought back-to-back with Steve. This battle wouldn’t be over for hours. Every time they killed one another popped up and every Avenger they could gather was there.
Not long after the brush of defeat was starting to come into the air, a few of the aliens were screaming in pain from suddenly being lit on fire, others having branches growing out of their noses. The UFO that was in the air was being broken down piece by piece. The Avengers searched for their unknown hero. “Heyy guys sorry I’m late” Their heads quickly turned to the sky looking at the woman in the air wearing all blue, her identity hidden with a mask. The woman salutes before finishing off the rest of the aliens with bursts of fire, winds, and poor plants that have seen the back and front ends of the aliens. Bucky watched in awe with the others at her speed and effectiveness, all while not even lifting a finger. The others gathered in a small huddle and the woman began to finally hit the ground in front of them. “Whew! Those aliens were really something huh?” Their eyes train behind her as the city begins to rebuild itself. The woman looks behind her to see what they are staring at. “How in the…” She laughs. Waving her hand. “Oh, that’s me! Just doing a little cleanup!” Bucky looks at Steve confused, Steve shrugs his shoulders in response before stepping up. “Ma’am, who are you and where did you come from?” The woman grins. “Oh, my god. The Captain America is talking to me! Sorry, who am I, was your first question right? I’m Y/n. I don’t exactly have a cool superhero name yet. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick one, especially with two powers, you gotta honor both. Sorry, I’m rambling! Second question, I’m from Harlem born and bred. I was actually building up the courage to come to tell you guys about me and hopefully become an Avenger, but then you know aliens! Now I’m here!” The woman, who long-windedly, explained her name to be Y/n finally finished with a proud grin on her face. “Okay, Scrappy doo, how did you do all of this?” Tony motions to the buildings that were freshly repaired. “I would love to explain, but repairing buildings and fighting aliens is kind of a draining task, is it possible we could go to the tower? I can explain everything there especially if you want to test me to see all the cool things I can do as well?” They eyed each other, Bucky more weary of Y/n. She was too… nice. Too happy even after being in the face of danger. And even more worrisome, she was powerful. “Fine kid but you have to stay by Barnes’ side until we get there, we don’t trust you quite yet,” Bucky’s eyes shoot to Tony glaring harshly even after Steve places a hand on him so he doesn’t say anything. Y/n’s eyes for the first time since her appearance, meet his., she grins and waves, making her way over to him. He rolls his eyes. Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a quadjet.
#x reader#marvel#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x black!reader#bucky x black reader#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#james buchanan barnes#marvel x reader#sebastian stan x black reader#avengers x reader#grumpy x sunshine#grumpy#grumpy bucky#sunshine#sunshine reader
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Yandere Shadowheart how? [Naturally there will be lots of spoilers]
Excellent question! I've been racking my head around this for a long, long time (sorry again to my ever patient partner) and I think I've figured it out IN CASE ANYONE WANTS TO TRY FOR THEMSELVES.
Shadowheart doesn't naturally exude many possessive traits. She straight up will let Tav/Durge skip off with Halsin, happily at that and ask for details. And she's down for a roll with the Drow twins (especially if Halsin is included) as long as she's gotten to be with Tav/Durge exclusively first.
However she does get noticeably irritated when she catches Tav/Durge after they sneak away with Mizora.
"Kind of you to offer a free sample then. Now that he's/she's tried out inferior goods, he'll/she'll know just how good he/she has it already."
"I'm not jealous, you know. If I wanted to bed something loyal and pure, I'd find a swan."
This could easily be read into as her being hurt at Tav/Durge's lack of trust to ask/talk to her first, their willingness to get down-dirty with a devil/Mizora or both. But it does offer some wriggle room in how to perceive her characters perspective and securities about their relationship.
Shadowheart will then add that due to her background it was almost encouraged to keep things... open among them.
"The way I was raised, the way I was trained... well, it was positively encouraged, to get to know each other. Even from the memories I can recall, there's stories I could tell you..."
I can feel your eyebrows and skeptical looks, just let me cook a minute longer.
Shadowheart will conclude the conversation by highkey telling Tav/Durge to ask her next time they feel like sleeping around and assuring them, if asked, that she would not mind as long as they keep her needs in mind too.
You could take what she says at face value. She's absolutely chill with Tav/Durge getting their hands down as many pairs of pants as possible as long as it's properly communicated with her beforehand.
Or you could suspect that this is something she says she's okay with because that's what she was trained/raised to believe and accept. That it does bother her more than she lets on, maybe even to herself. And if that's how you read into it (canon or not) then you can definitely twist a Shar-Inclined/Dark Justiciar Shadowheart down the obsessive/possessive path. I personally can't see a way to twist a Selunite!Shadowheart but that's what this blog is for!
I know we all look at Ascended!Astarion and go "wow his resources to hunt and control Tav/Durge would be endless!" I've read the fanfics too, guys. But let's not forget DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart is Shar's chosen and right hand. After she kills her parents she even acknowledges in awe how she can call on and command Shar's forces whenever she needs/wants.
She now has command of an entire screwed up cult/church of people who are obsessed with lies, trickery, and deceit. I think that's a tad spoopier than being hunted by some vampire spawn. Never know when the innkeeper or friend you met on the road is with your obsessed ex-girlfriend.
"BUT WAIT WHYNOYANDERESHADOWHEART" I hear you shout angrily, your voice full of !!!ENDGAME ROMANCE SCENE SPOILERS!!!
"DARK JUSTICIAR SHADOWHEART STRAIGHT UP DITCHES YOU WHEN THE ABSOLUTE IS DEFEATED TO GO AND REBUILD THE CHURCH"
DO YOU KNOW WHY I LOVE NIGHT ORCHIDS?
I'VE HEARD THAT SHIT TOO, IT TRAUMATIZED ME AND I ONLY SAW IT ON YOUTUBE.
The thing is, while in a different context. You can reject Astarions offer to turn you into a spawn. You can break up with him at anytime before the end of the game. You can kick him in the nuts when he asks you to kneel after you say no and he says "yes". And while he COMMENTS he should turn you into a spawn just to teach you a lesson of his power (depending on chosen dialogue with him post breakup) the game does not pull any shenanigans that implies he will come after Tav/Durge. It's just highly suspected in the fandom he will because that makes sense. But if you want to take it a step further; in the cut epilogue cards with Withers, it's said that while he does pine over Tav/Durge he will not seek them out because he believes it is beneath his station. If you choose to acknowledge cut content, the game will tell you he leaves Tav/Durge alone.
Count how many active Ascended!Astarion fics there are where he chases them to the ends of Faerun and get back to me.
If the logic can be applied to Ascended!Astarion then the same can go for DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart. She leaves, regrets it for one reason or another, changes her mind, justifies a return, Shar somehow is like "it'd be useful to control them and what better way than the old puppet strings of love?" or whatever. The beauty of a fanfic is that you can decide the details and circumstances for yourself.
That's the bit. Now go forth, Shadowheart simps yearning for dark/obsessive/possessive content too, go and multiply. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
P.s
The game will let you start a romance with Shadowheart in Act 1 but will not give you the option to break up with her. In my first playthrough I was with Shadowheart halfway into Act 2 until Astarion and I hugged and it took Shadowheart confronting my Durge to finally break things off. The game locks you into a yandere-esque romance with Shadowheart... Make of that what you will...
On that note, I believe Karlach is the same...
Look, just make everyone yandere I'm just saying anything is possible if you put your mind to--
#bg3 spoilers#bg3 tav#bg3#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate#shadowheart#astarion#ascended astarion#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate fanfiction#dark justiciar shadowheart#baldurs gate shadowheart#bg3 durge
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Lots of Isadora thoughts and lore, brought on by tinkering with her story and character. Complete rambling as thoughts come to me with little interconnection, featuring Danse romance. RoDanse? RoDanse. This is purely for myself because I needed to word vomit as a treat but I've been neglecting my dear Isadora on this blog so I thought I'd share aforementioned thoughts
I think the most missed opportunity with the wasteland is the conversation about conservationalism and the discussion around humans being a parasite that the world is better off without
Like. Lions are extinct in Fallout, among many other creatures. China also got nuked, if I remember correctly. So, two of the biggest continents/countries were completely destroyed. You can see the damage done to the environment.
This is a half-baked thought, but I've seen other people float the idea of the Sole Survivor wondering about the upsides of the destruction of humanity. Recently rbed a post calling it "setting back to zero".
For Isadora, her trauma/Thing has always been that she never felt she belonged or even really liked the world she was in, thinking it shallow and plastic and ultimately doomed behind the lovely curtains it put up to keep up appearances. I can imagine her looking at the wasteland and thinking no, this is better, this is what the world needed, and then immediately feeling terrible for thinking it.
Now, fuck the idea that humans are the problem. Governments, capitalism, the money hoarding fuckheads we call CEOs and billionaires are what will ultimately doom Earth and society if left to rot it from the inside out. That's what happened in fallout; it was ultimately a scuffle over lack of resources, money. The big companies starting looking down the barrel of wastefulness and overconsumption and instead of pulling back, they wanted to fight over what was left. Their armies (bc let's be real, military is a faucet of corporations, not governments, which are also just puppets to aid moneygrubbers) killed everything trying to scrounge what they could.
Isadora remembers how it was, and sees how it is now, and thinks that while everyone else didn't deserve it, the people who caused all of it did. America as a concept was destroyed, and that was a concept worth destroying. Change was impossible with the government of Fallout's America, but with them off the board, people could make something more small-scale and substantial. The greatest flaw of an Empire is thinking it will last forever, when it's built on so many pillars. Just a few pillars, and it all comes crashing. But with localized communities, people have an easier time of taking care of each other without a looming government overhead. There's freedom. Isa would like the lack of government control over every day life, especially in regards to keeping yourself and your community safe.
However, she'd struggle with the sheer amount of death and destruction. Yes, she sees the wasteland not as a wasteland, but as a fertile bed of soil, perfect for growth and rebuilding, but that bed is made of so many dead. It's a giant graveyard. The city she once called Boston, or Cambridge, or Concord, they're called ruins.
She sees her college, C.I.T, once her greatest pride, become her greatest shame, seeing what her peers and eventually, her son, turned it into. She sees her own interviews in burned magazines and wonders how much she's to blame for it all, making war machines that still take lives, even 200+ years later. She sees her quaint bungalow in Sanctuary rusted and decayed, and thinks it looks truer to how it felt living there as an unenthused wife and mother.
The more I think about Isadora, the more I think her pain is a quiet one. How guilty would you feel, if you were glad that the world was nuked and destroyed? How guilty would you feel, feeling finally like the world was one you could live in, at the cost of so much life? Isadora was a soldier. She still is, her life is defined by her murdering other people. She doesn't think much of it, it doesn't hurt her. It never did. She acknowledges that they're people, sentient beings, but even her first kill, she was more proud of the shot than disturbed at the action. That horrifies her, that she isn't horrified. The lack of empathy and care is what freaks her out.
There's a lot of self-concern there. It's useful, but is it good? Is it even okay? She does good things for good reasons, but should she have empathy for the objectively bad people she kills to get things done? Should she always try a different way, or is it worth it to toss a rotten apple away, so to speak? Does she have that authority? Is that for her to decide?
I think that would be why Isa would travel with so many different people. Always looking for people to keep her in check, tell her off, argue. Demand she think differently. Isadora, to some level, doesn't trust herself, knowing this about herself. It's why she gets Gage, wants to learn about him. She wants to understand something she doesn't consider. Raiders are hardly entities to her. They hurt her people, she kills them. She doesn't even feel anger, they're more like pests. They do horrible things, but to her, she doesn't view them as people who make choices; more like creatures that do this because...that's just what they do.
It's not like Isadora is cruel, or doesn't care about people, she just isn't haunted by killing. In the wasteland, people would be accustomed to it, but she feels like it shouldn't be so easy for her. She feels like a hypocrite, talking Danse out of suicide, helping Cait to better her life, getting Preston out of his dangerzone...only to go blow up other people for attacking Tenpines. Isadora dislikes that she has an Us vs Them mentality.
This disconnect would lessen as she developed meaningful relationships with the companions and other people, as well as figure out her footing with Julian (the synth kid, renamed because she never liked the name Shaun anyway). Once she gets an actual connection to the world, rather than being an outsider looking in, she has an easier time empathizing with others in general, especially after the Florage arc and the Gunner vs Minutemen arc, where Gage and Isa have to trust each other, and both prove to be loyal to the other despite everything.
Isadora struggled to connect with herself and others as a consequence, because she never fit in with the mold of society. 1950's America had an aesthetic, and she didn't fit, and was punished for it. She's an androgynous, pansexual, genderqueer poc woman from a low income family in a rich city in a different, often disregarded country. There was little place for her anywhere she went. Even when she excelled in college and the military, everything else about her was politely ignored, as if it would embarrass her to acknowledge it.
Circling back to the first point about the terrible cost of what Isadora sees to be a benefit...Isadora feels more at home in the Commonwealth than she ever did in Brazil or Massachusetts. Much of this is that she's no longer an outsider. Theres no society for her to be alien to. It's a source of shame, but she doesn't miss that society or its people after how she was treated. In the Commonwealth, she's respected. She's a skilled soldier and tactician, she's a local leader who's given everyone homes and cities, she's getting credit for things she never got credit for.
Isa doesn't know, if given the option, if she would turn back time and go back to the old world. This isn't even talking about her husband. Isa never wanted to be a housewife or mom, but she felt so out of place and like she was missing something. Marriage was literally a "may as well" to her. The kid came because Nate wanted it, despite Isadora fearing pregnancy. She put Codsworth together to take care of Shaun because she wasn't sure if she could be a good mom.
And then much later, Shaun turns out to be exactly like his dad. Isa did love her son, even if it wasn't the healthiest home life, but once she saw what he became, what he'd done to the world, what he thought of it and humanity as a whole...that stopped being her kid. That was Nate's kid. Arrogant, so sure himself, so uncaring of anyone else. Isadora lacked connection, Nate lacked kindness. Shaun took after both of them in the worst ways.
With Julian, that's a kid she takes on by choice, not because she feels like she has to, but because she wants to. Julian isn't Shaun, Julian is Julian. He's a troubled young boy she takes under her wing. It's a different situation, but she ends up finding comfort and self-satisfaction raising him. Julian isn't hers, he's someone she cares deeply for, who she's proud of, who she wants to leave a peaceful, better world for.
On the topic of Nate, Danse is exactly what Isadora needs in a partner, while somehow being similar to Nate.
Nate disregarded and disrespected Isadora's culture and upbringing, Danse disregarded anyone not human or "morally upright" to his standards. Nate was a combat medic, Danse was a Paladin/also a soldier. Nate valued science and keeping technology in the 'proper hands', so does Danse. Things like that.
Thing is, Danse was never a shitbag to Isadora, and Danse was never a shitbag deep down. He was a flawed person, but he acknowledged those flaws and worked past them. Nate would have never apologized to anyone for anything, and never did. Danse, I think even without the Synth reveal, would have eventually became disillusioned with the Brotherhood. He's too kind, deep down. If he was like his other BoS soldiers, he wouldn't admire the Slog, he wouldn't want to help Billy the Ghoul kid, he wouldn't care about anything outside of the Brotherhood's teachings. Danse cares about people, about doing and being good, above all else; he just thinks the Brotherhood is the best way to do that, pre-BB.
Nate tried to reel Isadora in, wanted her to fit better into the housewife role. He had affection for her, but it wasn't love. He loved what he thought she could be. One of those "I can fix her" types when she wasn't broken.
Danse, on the other hand, would never even think Isadora needed to be stopped or toned down. He admires her for everything the Old World thought she could do without. Isadora is sure of herself, she's extroverted and kind, she's a hard-worker, she's incredibly intelligent and educated, she's done and seen some very weird shit and is always down to tell you about it.
Their relationship is, like, rogue, left-the-temple Airbender x Earthbender. That's the best way I can describe it. They share values and ways to go about things, but provide support the other needs. Danse needs fun, engagement, needs to be comfortable enough to come out of his shell. He needs someone to help him loosen up. Isadora needs stability, something to anchor her when she feels like she's on the outskirts again, someone to support and uplift her. She needs to be, not tied down, but to have someone to go to. They balance each other. He makes her feel seen and empowers her for it, she's a breath of fresh air and helps him embrace whimsy and simple joys.
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Yoinking an open tag from @bretongirlwrites
I'm on a little bit of a K'Rin kick, so I'll do this for her.
(I know this is supposed to be a Skyrim thing, but IMO most of the questions are generic enough I can make it about Oblivion)
Favourite tavern
Rin doesn't drink (ignoring that one time in Aleswell), and with a Guild chapter in each town she rarely needs to use an inn's bed.
But at a push, she'd say the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn. It's cosy, clean, and Mariana Ancharia runs a respectable business.
Favourite drink
Some kind of fruit juice (apple, blackberry, tomato) or small beer (a la what IRL medieval peasants would have drunk).
Travelling companion
None. After the events during the Knights of the Nine, Rin cannot stand the idea of losing anyone else like that.
When Raminus mentions it might be beneficial for the apprentice wizards to accompany her, she baulks at the idea of dragging one into danger - if Geimund, a trained warrior, didn't survive, then what hope for an untrained welp?
This also hits home when she meets the Adoring Fan. She's unnecessarily rude to him in an attempt to dissuade him from following her.
Wealthy or not
As a skilled alchemist, Rin has a healthy income (when time allows), however most of her income goes to keeping her enchanted items charged or feeding the poor. I'd put her on the lower end of comfortable.
Worships the aedra or the daedra
Aedra, with a primary focus on Mara, and secondary focuses on Zenithar and Stendarr. Part of this is how she was raised, but part of this is after a lot of self-reflection during the Knights of the Nine pilgrimages she performs.
Biggest fear
That she's met her biological parents... and killed one or both in self-defence. There is nothing to indicate who they were, she might even only be half-redguard. Rin has no idea. The first time she was attacked at a camp by a redguard woman, Rin had nightmares about it for ages, the "what if" sending her into a nosedive.
Pet peeves
When people are unduly rude to beggars. In her early days, she was too timid to do anything about them but made up for other people's rudeness by pressing food, medicines and money into the beggar's hands. As she gained fame, Rin became bolder about confronting these types of people.
Do they like being Hero of Kvatch/ Champion of Cyrodiil?
She is ambivalent about both titles.
Jauffre asked her to do a task; that task entailed closing an Oblivion Gate, so she did so. It's nothing really to make a fuss about, but people will do so regardless of what she wants, so she may as well be gracious about it.
Similarly, she isn't keen on being Champion, but she understands duty; and her duty is to support Ocato and the Elder Council in their efforts to rebuild Cyrodiil. Her thoughts are always with the common folk, keeping peace and remaining compassionate to their issues; literally being their champion. She thinks that's what Martin would have wanted.
Favourite faction
Perhaps surprisingly, it's the Thieves Guild. She strongly admires the Grey Fox's commitment to protecting the poor of each city and his "robin hood" approach to thievery.
An object of sentimental value
I've struggled with this question a lot. I've kept plenty of knickknacks from my playthrough, but none of what I've kept has seemed like something Rin would keep. And she has nothing to tie her to her old life either, except the house in Bravil.
I may come up with something later, but for now, I'll say she's too practical, and not sentimental enough to keep a specific item.
Hobbies
"Hob-bee? Hobb- No. Nope, sorry. Is that Ayleidoon?" Rin is too serious for her own good. Her "hobbies" include doing alchemy, running through her martial practice, and chatting with her fellow Blades.
Favourite city
She still retains a lot of love for her home of Bravil, but it's Anvil that has her heart. It's warm, the scenery (when she takes time to explore it properly) is beautiful, the food outstanding, and the people friendly. It's restive and tranquil; an easy place to love.
(But between you, me, and the walls, her favourite place in Cyrodiil is the West Weald)
Tagging: I don't know anyone who hasn't done this yet, so if anyone fancies it - you're tagged.
#TESFic#oblivion fanfiction#oblivion fanfic#tes oblivion#The Elder Scrolls#meta wandering words#I've had like a dozen new ideas for fics from writing this - so well worth the time#so I don't forget-one of Rin being discovered as a babe; something about joining the arena fighters; maybe something from the KotN#oc k'rin l'rue#meta writing
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𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖇𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖞 𝕯𝖚𝖘𝖐
Vengeful Immersion
Name: Liu Shen (Chinese: 劉神 Liú Shén, "Killer Spirit")
Birthday: November 12th
Weapon: Sword
Vision: Hydro
Constellation: Vindicta
Region: Liyue
Affiliations: Liuliang Hall
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The young master of Liuliang Hall who was thought to have vanished or worse, killed, is rebuilding his parents' textile and jewelry empire like it once was. Liu Shen may be a heir by day, but is actually a killer seeking revenge to those who made his life an insufferable mess by dusk.
Voice-Overs
Hello = Greetings, Traveller. I've heard many great things about you and I would like to--... you don't recognize me? Oh, why of course! *chuckles* Of course! Pardon me, my name is Liu Shen, the young master of Liuliang Hall, one of the Eight Trades. We have expertise in the textile and jewelry industry. Say, how about we take a look at Liuliang Hall's textile and jewelry collection? There must be something that catches your eye.
Chat: Nightly Duties = What?! You've found one of the perpetrators? Ahem, please excuse us, Traveller. We have a duty to take care of.
Chat: Taking a Break = *sigh* As much as I wanted to stay like this forever, I can't. There's still work needed to be done
Chat: Dozing Off = *yawns* *snores* ...Ah, yes? Did you call me?
When It Rains = Ah, rain... Hmm... yes. This the perfect thing to cover our--... forgive me. Let's find a place to take shelter.
When the Sun is Out = Drat, the sun is out. Such perfect timing! Ahem, let's just continue our journey.
Good Morning = *yawns* ...Morning! I trust you had a better sleep than I did, hehe... Let's eat breakfast together, I wonder what my servants has prepared...
Good Afternoon = Hm? What brings you to my office, dear Traveller? You... brought me snacks? How could I refuse such a kind act! You have my gratitude.
Good Evening = Phew, my day job is finally done! Now, why don't we... relax a little?
Good Night = Night time is such a dangerous time, so I suggest you to stay in and get some rest. Hm? What about me? Unfortunately, I still have some "business" to attend to. I'll be fine, I will eradicate all dangers from this world.
About Liu Shen: Work = Hm, you want to know more about my work? Oh you know, just stuff that's probably too boring to even explain. ...What do I do at night? Oh no no no no no, that's something you shouldn't concern yourself about!
About Liu Shen: Sleep = Hm? Hehe... you noticed my sleep schedule... Ever since I started this double life, I haven't gotten the proper amount of sleep. 2 hours, and probably that's it. If I'm lucky enough, I could probably sneak in an extra hour and a few minutes... In conclusion, I don't have the best sleep schedule...
About Us: Adventures = ...Traveller! What a strange time for you to be visiting me! What brings you here at this time of day? Oh, you somehow sensed that I had trouble sleeping? Huh, I wonder how that works... Then come, join me. You may pull up a seat or sit at the end of the bed. There, comfortable? Hmm, now, tell me a tale or two about your adventures. Maybe it can help me fall asleep.
About Us: Family = So you're looking for your sibling, who is missing? They're technically not missing? Alright then, well good for you that you still have a family member around. I may have family members I don't know of, my parents never really have spoken anything about it. Even if they had told me before, I may forgotten about it now. Of course, just me being curious won't answer the question of whether I have any living or existing family members. But I have more important things to take care of right now. Still, it would be nice to have someone else to be there for me other than my servants and the people who work for me...
About the Vision = I obtained my Vision during the lowest point in my life. After the sudden death of my parents and the downfall of their business, I was taken in by a kind man who taught me self-defense. I remember at that time I was practicing outside in the rain. As I held the blade in my hands, I felt this "burning sensation" inside of me. I wanted to, seek revenge, bring justice to the perpetrators who mercilessly murdered my parents. And just like that, it appeared in my hand.
Something to Share = Did you know that three people out of everyone here is a criminal? First and foremost, you see that guy over there? He once evaded tax evasion, but got caught, and is probably going to do it again because he's oh so darn forgetful... Secondly, the gentleman wearing fancy Fontaine style clothing. He claims be an inventor and has invented many of the technologies used in Fontaine, but in reality he's just a scammer making dodgy copies of the things he claims to created. And last but not least, it is m-- How do I know these things? Well, I guess you could say that I'm speaking from experience.
Interesting Things = Liuliang Hall wasn't always the textile and jewelry empire like it is now, it was originally a contract killing organization. My ancestors were trained assassins who has fought for Liyue during the Archon War and the cataclysm. But after the events are over, their services isn't really needed, so they turn to those two industries instead.
About Hu Tao = I may or may not have boosted Director Hu's funeral parlor success, as in "bringing as much death as possible". But of course, them being a funeral parlor, they would care for the body to the upmost condition. They don't need caring, they are the bodies of once villainous beings! They don't deserve that kind of treatment!
About Ningguang = I really don't know how I feel about Tianquan Ningguang... Sure she is an expert in her field, but sometimes I feel there is an ulterior motive behind her actions. Is she targeting me? Or does she knows something that can ruin my reputation? Well I do know that she gets her intel from children and is particularly fond of them, so I may need to keep an eye them aswell.
About Xiangling = Her cooking somehow always find a way to cheer me up after a long day of work. Whatever new she made for me to try, I will gladly give it a taste. Except for the strange ones has she has made, uh, I have to kindly decline the dish...
About Xingqiu = Ah, the second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. I do know him. A studious and polite young man but yet also daring, adventurous and mischievous. I heard he's often found at Wanwen Bookhouse in search for rarities during his free time. *sigh* Ironic, isn't it? He's probably the same age as I am and yet he has a lot more freedom than I do. I should have enjoyed my youth but I can't! I am bound by this burden caused by people who were greedy for money. So the best idea they could think of was to get my parents' fortune by stealing and murdering them! *breathes in* *breathes out* *sigh* I apologize for lashing out so suddenly... I have pent up my anger for far too long, I needed to let it all out...
More About Liu Shen: I = Perfect timing! Traveler, I was thinking of asking for your opinions on these product samples I have. What do you think? Is there anything I need to tweak?
More About Liu Shen: II = Ugh... Trave..ler? Whaa... what are you doing h... You heard that I was sick? Heh, how can I let such a shameful thing be heard by your ears? *chuckles* *cough* *cough* ...Ahem, everything is alright, you can go now... I'll just... sleep through it... and I'll be back to normal by the next day...
More About Liu Shen: III = ...You want to about the bandage wrapped around my torso? Heh, looks like it's time for me to tell you... It covers a large scar on my upper body, *sigh* I was slashed across the chest with a jian by one of the attackers. I managed to escape from them but I've lost a lot of blood. I was certain that by then... I would die, but the kind man managed to find me before it was too late, patched me up, and took me in. At first, I was ashamed to have gotten this scar on my body. But then I realized, this is a sign that I survived that traumatic event and made me the person I am today.
More About Liu Shen: IV = T-traveler? What are you doing here at this time of hour? ...You wanted to see me? At this hour? Such nonsense! You have no reason to be here! I think it's better for you to-- Wait what do you think you are doing?! No. Stay. Away. From me. I am not hurt! I'm fi-- Gah! *pants* Yeah I'm covered in blood! What does it look like to you?! You know what? That's it! I have had enough of your impudence! Go! See yourself out before I see you out of your life myself!
More About Liu Shen: V = W-why... why did you come back? I've said some horrible things to you, I even threatened you for Rex Lapis' sake! Why would you forgive me? I've been nothing but a terrible person to you, to the whole of Liyue. I don't deserve to be forgiven, in fact I should--...! You're hugging me? Wh... Just let it all out...? *starts crying, wails*
Liu Shen's Hobbies = My hobbies? Let's see, hmmm... Oh my, I can't seem to think of anything on the spot. So I guess I'll go with reading...?
Liu Shen's Troubles = Sleep issues, getting revenge issues, business things, my reputation... *sigh* I have a lot on my plate, I need help.
Favorite Food = The foods freshly served sold on the busy streets of Liyue Harbor are my absolute go-tos. They have a wide selection of snacks to try from and you can never get tired of them!
Least Favorite Food = When it comes to food, I wish my servants would serve something with a bit more variety. I mean, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the food they serve, it's just that over time it gets boring if you eat the same food every single day.
Birthday = Happy birthday, dear Traveler! Have this personally designed fabric and jewelry set as a gift from me. It is completely fine if you don't want to wear them, you could always sell them if you don't want them. Listen, I have a whole day planned out for you so you better enjoy every last second of it since I managed to clear my schedule for the day.
[Author's Note]: I might make a part 2 or 3 covering Liu Shen's character story and... story quest, I'm not sure. Anyways, it's been fun writing for Liu Shen and it kind of feels refreshing and achieving somehow ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Publication date: June 16th 2022
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1:35 P.M.
Somewhere in gensokyo in the distance in the summer, as gensokyo continues on with rebuilding itself after the war, clownpiece as well as her hell fairy posse brought their old hellish instruments from the underworld as they began to sing a song. Their song is all about the tragic past of both Clownpiece as well as Koishi, both their lives being nothing but a big fat joke and their the punchlines of gensokyo. The hell fairy raped by Zeus force herself to hide herself in a mask of lunacy to protect herself, Koishi who's life has been all but a lie forced to close her third eye by the lunarians as a tool to be used for the lunar insanity destroying gensokyo in the process and now? Till this day she suffers from the trauma while working to bring back the old ways of tradition. It was time for the clown to opened up, to let her voice be heard just to show the world that she and Koishi have had enough of being the punchline. Sounds of guitar rifts and drums beating echoed to the land as she let out a screech with tears came flooding in her eyes as she and the rest now sing.
" Waking up everyday to a kick in the face all your dreams are gone
You'll never leave this place
Made a habit of falling
into holes... "
( " INTO HOLES !!! " )
" This joke is getting
kinda old... "
( " OLD! ! ! ! " )
And so Clownpiece shifts her eyes only for her to see the grisly past of Koishi and all the people she have killed and incapacitated over the years as a monster beyond any and all comprehension as well as the demise of all of gensokyo where she screamed out in the bright sky singing loudly alongside her.
" I've heard it a thousand times before and it's just not that funny anymore... "
( " ANYMORE!!!! " )
Now that everything's falling apart I'd dive over the edge for a new start... "
( " NEW START!!! " )
" I'LL CARVE MYSELF A CHELSEA SMILE! "
" LIKE ALL SAD CLOWNS GOING OUT OF STYLE! "
" I'M SO TIRED OF GETTING PUSHED AROUND!!!! "
" CAN'T WAIT TO BE SIX FEET UNDERGROUND ! ! ! ! ! ! "
Clownpiece opens her eyes returning back to reality where everything thrives again yet their suffering remain, their tragedy follows them wherever they go, no matter how they changed, how they redeemed themselves both Clownpiece and Koishi are two kindred spirits. Walking punchlines that can never catch a break.
" It gets harder to breathе
the longer i stay here
Under the weight of it all
I'm better off alone
I feel safe in my home
Oh it's all my fault... "
Her vision shifts into the beautiful past where everything back the way it was where gensokyo was truly happy and normal all without the bloodshed and monsters.
" I've heard it a thousand times before And it's just not that funny anymore.... "
Then her vision back into reality...
( " ANYMORE!!!!! " )
" Now that everything's falling apart I'd dive over the edge for a new start.. "
( " A NEW START!!!! " )
I've heard it a thousand times before and it's just not that funny anymore
( " ANYMORE!!!!! " )
" Now that everything's falling apart I'd dive over the edge for a new start.. "
( " A NEW START ! ! ! ! " )
And so their song ends in Clownpiece slowly opening her eyes awakening from her dirty bed everything that happen was all but a dream. That dream was just another sign that Piece is suffering from the inside and she shares the same pain as the dragon Koishi. All she can do now is cover face and simply cry in despair from the pain and the trauma she have suffered long ago as deep down under that crazy american phase is all but a mask to hide away her true pain and to protect herself from being taken advantage ever again for she is just a sad clown just like the no one's rose.
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But seriously who can rebuild the people I've killed in bed
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So Caley Thane (he/him) huh…
Caley is somewhere around 21, also a magician, who is able to control stuff like fire? Or something similar? Not sure yet but I've always liked the kind of body gore tropes, where magic, comes at a price and maybe fire magic would burn your hands after a while and kind of result in a glow in your rib cage.
He has short to medium length, wavy, black or dark brown hair and glowing golden-orange-ish eyes. His skin is of a darker colour and I'd say his colour scheme has a lot of red and gold in it. As you can see his appearance is not quite clear yet.
Caley grew up believing to be the son of a simple slave under the ruler of Iquix. With magic being a crime in Iquix, he was always looked down upon and made to be a weapon of the kingdom (quite ironic I know). Young Caley was able to befriend the royal twins, children of the ruler (Note how I’m always saying ruler, it’s because I’m not sure how to call them yet as Iquix is more Arabian themed, and I don’t know enough about it to know if Sultan would be the correct term) and they bonded over the rulers abuse they all had to endure. The true reason Caley wasn’t executed or locked in prison however was that he is the rightful son and heir of the ruler, but because he turned out to be a mage, his father swapped children with a common slave who also happened to have birth to twins the very same night. Originally the ruler wanted to kill his real son right away, but couldn’t go through with it and instead made him a slave at the palace. Being ashamed that, in his mind, he was too weak to kill the threat Caley posed, he treated him extra cruel, in order to make a point.
Eventually the nightmare came to an end when even the people of Iquix started to revolt against their ruler and all Caley had to do was add some oil to the fire. Soon the palace was surrounded, Caley was still inside and by the side of the ruler who trusted him fully. When something made him snap (not sure yet what), he took advantage of that and killed the ruler inside his own bed chambers. While this resulted in the revolution being successful, it strained the relationship between the royal Twins (Derian and Tianee) and Caley, who wanted to put their father before a fair trial before deciding his fate.
Tianee took on the crown and promised to rebuild Iquix, reclaiming their status as a peaceful and tolerant kingdom. Derian and Caley became the royal advisors and right and left hand, everything seemed to be turning out alright. However in some circles, Caley was found to be a reckless murderer who betrayed the trust of his lord and not all view him as a hero.
When it comes to his personality, I always kind of sway between some traits. What I know is that he's rather extroverted, snarky and has a shit-eating grin. He tries to hide his pain behind a wall of confidence and humour and only opens up to very small circle of certain people. However no matter how confident he may seem, he struggles with questioning the orders he’s given, as he only ever experienced pain in return when he did so in the past. Caley stuttered as a child and sometimes when in distress, it still slips out.
The relationship between the twins and him as a very sibling like nature. They would all die for each other and for a very long time, they were the only positive relationships he had in his life, preventing him from snapping completely.
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Hello! Everything ok? I've been thinking about this for a while, but what do you think hanzo would do, his lover tells him that she can revive his son, and when she revives him satoshi loves her as his mother, how do you think he would react? THANK YOU! 🥰
So I'm making the reader based off Misty Day from American Horror story only that her abilities can bring people back even if it's only using the essence of what is left of their soul. It's very draining but she can still accomplish it.
Gifs are not mine I just use them as headers.
Bakeneko
Hanzo had suffered a great many things, the lost of the Shirai Ryu, his wife, his son and his own life.
Now Hanzo is trying to move on. He has reformed the Shirai Ryu, and has over come his rage. Befriend a man he once would have killed due to his clan. And he fell in love again.
Something he never thought was possible. Her touch is gentle like a soft breeze, voice like silk. She has become a treasure to him, someone he wishes never to lose.
They had met while he was still Scorpion, she had been wondering the forest, the fauna flocks to her. She stands there staring him down as birds perch on her shoulders.
And in the blink of his eyes she's gone again. At first he did not pay mind of her, it wasn't until he meets her again after he rebuild the Shirai Ryu.
Takeda had disappeared into the forest and Hanzo was looking for him hoping that nothing had happened Chujin.
Takeda stood with the same woman he had seen so long ago. Tears in his eyes as he holds a small kitten. Her hands move gentle thought the kittens mangled fur.
He moves quickly in hopes that his student isn't hurt. But he stops midway. The gore of the small animal catches his attention. He realises that is why Takeda is crying.
The young boy has a gentle Heart, animals were something that he loved and he hated seeing them hurt.
The woman in the dress with necklaces ringing almost like wind chimes. Her hands cover the small animal his his Chujin's hands.
A small meow is made after she removes her hands, the kittens bright blue eyes are wide awake as it begins to move again. Takeda is in awe but Hasashi Hanzo stands in fear of the creature nesr his student.
But the same as before within the blink of his eyes she was gone. Almost like she became one with the mist in the grove.
The first time they had truly met and exchanged names was when Lord Raiden along with, Jax, Cassie Cage, Johnny and Jacqui. Another face he knows stand amongst the crowd.
She stands there older but still looking as she had many times before.
She had brought him back from scorpion and that is how they became close. She had worn herself out keeping those alive that she could. And bring back those who were needed desperately.
bakeneko that's what she reminded him of, with her abilities to raise the dead from thier slumber, to bring forth a small army of the undead.
She is level headed when needed and playful whnshe wishes but the thing that drew in to her. Is how gentle she is.
Not just with him but everyone. Lord Raiden and lord Fujin had known her since she was a child, yet she was not one to the monks, Cassie met her when she walked back in wirh her mother by her side, Not an easy feat.
Yet now she lays in his arms fingers running thought his hair as it cascades over his face. A smile graces his lips and she smiles back. Their body's tangled on his bed, soft kisses and whispers are exchanged.
Soft hands that rest against the scars of his past, she has helped him in many ways. And he has done the same for her.
"Hanzo.. I. I have something I wish to talk to you about" his eyes flick to her. They are both sat meditating when she speaks up. "bakeneko, of course. Speak your mind" he says moving to sit facing her.
She is quiet again her eyes flicking to him. "I... I found something while wondering the gardens, and I know who he is. And I must ask. Would you wish for me to bring your son back"
It hits hard almost like he had just been shot thought the stomach. They are quiet again before he speaks. "Tsubaki, I could not ask that of you, you have already done more then enough for everyone. I am content" he says. She can hear the pain in his voice, she places her hand agaisnt his face bringing him into a lightly kiss.
"Hanzo, I can bring him back but onyl if you wish it. I do not wish to put you thought more pain but. I found his sprirt and I can restore him. But I will only if you say yes" she whispers agaisnt his lips.
Yes please...
It has now been a little over a three months since his sweet Tsubaki brought his son back into the waking world.
His eyes follow them as he plays with her. Animals flocking around her once again a smile is on his son's face. They move around the grounds laughing and playing together.
"She's beautiful, and he enjoys being around her" a voice says from behind him, hanzo turns around to be meet with his Chujin, Takeda.
"I do not think I've every seen him this happy since before... everything. I am happy to have them both, as much as I miss Harumi, I feel she would be happy that I have finally moved on from my rage" Hanzo says eyes focusing back on his son and his lover.
"Otōsan!, Otōsan!" Satoshi calls out to his father as he waves too him from his spot on the young woman's shoulders. Hanzo smiles and waves back to them both.
"I know I've said this already but, marry her. You already live with her, you lover her and she is adores Satoshi. Make it official Hasashi Sensei" Takeda replys. Hanzo let's out a soft sigh. He has a ring for her, but just hadn't worked up the courage to ask her.
His Bakeneko had put his son to sleep tonight, she had read him stories of her home lands and told him more of her story.
Hanzo stands at the door watching her place a kiss to his Satoshi's forehead. "Sleep well firefly" she whispers lightly.
Hanzo takes her hand gentle leading her outside of the room. They stand together for a little. "Satoshi wishes to see his uncle Kuai" she chuckles lightly earning a smile from Hanzo.
"Then I am sure we can organize for him to come visit again" he says lightly. "I wish to show you something" he says holding his lovers hand and leading her outside.
They walk thought the fire garden, a lightly breeze makes it's way thought the trees. "Close your eyes Tsubaki I wish for this to be a supise" he says lightly. She does as he ask closing her eyes.
"Before this i wish to say, I man so very blessed to have you in my life, you have given me amother chance at my life but not only that, another chance to be a father to my child. He adores you and I also love you very much. And I now wish to ask. Will you marry me" her eyes shoot open to stare at her lover, tears forming in her eyes and she nods and pulls him close.
Yes!
She almost cries out in joy pulling him into a kiss.
For once Hasashi Hanzo had finally found his peace and quiet with his second love and his son.
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Tsubaki- Japanese camellia
Otōsan- father
bakeneko- (cat spirit)
Small summary of Bakeneko: speaking human words, cursing humans, manipulating dead people, possessing humans, which cats that were killed by humans in a brutal manner would become bakeneko and curse that human
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I have Vivid imaginings of a time travel au with the bench trio and Michael. Something something code mutations due to time travel, blah blah blah, long story short everybody who goes back gets some funky fun hybrid features. Everybody gets one new feature and also a death multiplier on their current features. Tommy gets a lion mane because brave little lion man and also triple wings (archangel tommy pog), Tubbo gets either a little nuclear shulker bunker built in to him or some extra nuclear spider eyes but also double the horns (like jacob sheep, looks like a demon, very good), Ranboo gets nothing amplified because he hasn't died yet but he does get some kinda Warden mutation thing that makes it fucking terrifying when all three of them show up and the lights start dimming. Michael has bee wings because yes.
They show up during the Independence War, watch in the distance as their younger selves dick around, steal Eret's communicator, use it to tell the Dream Team that Wilbur has something important going on at (egg coordinates) and then very gently remotely set off a nuke directly in the Dream Team's faces, resulting in all three going down a life and the egg turning into a chunk error. This makes negotiations for L'Manburgian freedom tilt decidedly in Wilbur's favor, since none of the rebels died as Eret never had the chance to betray any of them, and the Dream Team does not want to risk losing another, especially not when the time travelers make a clear statement that they won't stand for tyranny, whether that be Dream's or anyone else's, and they will kill again to keep that from happening.
In order to make sure that Dream, Wilbur, or anyone else who wants to fuck the server up doesn't go mad with power, the bench trio make Syndicate 2.0 but, y'know, actually dedicated to preventing corruption instead of doing domestic terrorism and making power vacuums. Egyptian god themed instead of Greek because I can so I will. Tommy goes by Sekhmet (lion, war, cow form, pog) and sets a lot of the terms while Ranboo and Tubbo rebuild Snowchester with Michael. Diplomatic, traumatized Tommy goes about as well as you'd expect. Tubbo doesn't want to do politics anymore because being a teen president was not fun, he's here solely to fuck people up when they fuck up, and he goes by Set (chaos god, antelope form, known for both betrayal and protection). Ranboo makes contracts, keeps the books spiffy, keeps everyone honest, and is only seen from the shadows, but goes by Seshat (scribe god, known for record-keeping, if this isn't perfect I don't know what is).
I only have one scene that I've actually thought about.
(Sapnap, a life down and a little more than pissed off, going out and adventuring and finding himself in a snow biome. There's a zombie piglin kid just hanging out in some overworld clothing, with some weird bee cape or whatever.
Sapnap figures it's somebody's pet. He's felt shaky and strange and a little bit sick ever since he went to the coordinates from Eret's stolen communicator and woke up screaming. He could use the catharsis of fucking something up for somebody else.
He shrugs.
He raises his sword.
Then he promptly respawns in his own bed, down to his last life.
Tubbo grimaces, feeling the phantom ache of the long-healed wound that caused his first death twinge in sympathy, puts away his axe, picks up Michael, and goes back home.)
(I'm sorry for how long this is but I've been thinking about it for the past several weeks and I needed to tell someone)
Anon I want you to know I'm now obsessed with this I need more
#asks#dream smp#dsmp#tommyinnit#tubbo#ranboo#micheal underscore#micheal underscore beloved#my anons keep popping off i love them#red techno anon
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(Tw: discussion of the s word)
Oh something I did notice about neo was in a lot of fan spaces I see a lot of people put forth that Josh was trying to s word himself by destroying shibuya and like I was a firm believer in this until Haz rolled up and went “yeah I’m shinjuku’s composer the city currently on fire.” And then I was like “oh so Josh wouldn’t have died If he gone ok with his plans,” and while I do think that makes more sense idk I held the previous belief for so long idk felt weird to have it be so easily casted aside but then in my minds eye I was like “no one told Josh it like wouldn’t kill him (well Hanekoma probably tried but was ignored) and the upstairs took advantage of his bad mental health to get him to go along with their end shibuya plan.” And I just thought that was very on brand for them. Like Josh is making his own choices that are bad and ignoring probably the only person who seems to care about his well-being but idk the idea of him being lied too and that there is truly no escape unless fucking the math furry can actually kill him (which his pride won’t let happen) finally. Idk something about that, just I want to examine that dread like Josh in neo is basically him after he feels like he botched an s word, probably a bit too dark for some people but idk…the idea of making your bed to lie in it forever is something I feel is so ingrained in Josh’s story.
Also I feel like if Josh omnipotent would he have been able to see the neo crew winning without his help and Haz interjecting and kubo being sent to like the Angel dmv where he belongs? Cause like…I always wondered.
putting my response under a read more in case this is a sensitive topic for some people (tw self harm and death mentions)
yeah i have thought this EXACT SAME THING. that haz in neo essentially debunked that whole theory. there's still STRONG evidence to support that josh killed himself to get to the UG in the first place, but i'm not sure how i feel anymore about the theory that he was trying to kill himself again permanently in the plot of twewy. i genuinely think that, depending on how you view the story, it could go either way. really any take is valid. however you view the story it's still clear that josh was incredibly pessimistic and not in a good mental place during the plot of og twewy.
in the neo cutscenes that first introduce haz, he uses very specific language and makes a point multiple times to correct the terms that rindo uses regarding shinjuku's "cleansing" and kubo's "exorcism". always made me wonder if the way that josh planned to rebuild shibuya vs. the way haz went about cleansing shinjuku were actually different processes (one would have lead to joshua's death while the other still allowed haz to survive). the secret reports make it sound like this ISNT the case, but it's still an idea i've toyed with. tried to wrap my head around it.
personally, it doesn't make sense to me for the angels of the higher plane to support joshua destroying shibuya AND himself bc they would ultimately be left with a district with no composer. so really that leaves us with 1. like you said, josh THOUGHT his suicide attempt would work but was misinformed/mislead 2. there are multiple ways to purify an area or 3. josh wasn't trying to kill himself at all
again tho, i'm really supportive of twewy fans being able to put their own interpretations of the story together. if someone feels the story has more meaning with josh trying to end it all, or maybe if they have a personal experience with it, i wont try to take that away from them. i'd love to hear other ppls thoughts on this
#neo spoilers#ntwewy spoilers#suicide mention#idk how to safely tag things anymore with the tag ban so if ppl have recs pls lmk#i just dont want anyone to see this and get upset :(#im sorry if this feels rambly and incoherent im trying to type this with a headache#AND with ducktales playing in the bg
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I should have been asleep hours ago; I've been in bed for a few hours, but not actually asleep. Should give that a shot after this.
(( Sadly, all the Lucius blogs I used to write with have been inactive for some time but, this deck talks about who it wants to talk about, and tonight we got Lucius. As a fun aside, these things are actual card draws from a shuffled deck, and not anything I sift through to pick cards that fit.
That aside, if any Lucius blogs run across this in tags and want to use it for something with your blog or get in Calleo's face (er...owl post unless you're going to visit his office at the Ministry!), feel free. ))
Male, successful, wealthy business man, high social status, savvy in the political arena, conservative...
If I didn't know better, I'd say the deck has decided Lucius Malfoy is the subject of tonight's gossip.
And, just from first glance at the whole spread, he's in for one hell of an unpleasant ride and will likely drag those closest to him along for the descent.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
Interesting.
The way he's going to view it is that he's merely standing up for his beliefs and principles and is being attacked from those who have less--reactionary sociopolitical beliefs.
His views, unfortunately, are based in a pipe dream, a fantasy that has never and can never work because it involves people and people are inherently not inclined to want to be the combination of anger stemming from fear that causes those views for very long. It’s exhausting.
He'll begin to find that frustrating, tiresome, and will eventually end up disillusioned and only able to see the negatives of what he'd so vehemently supported politically and economically because it will turn on him viciously and swiftly.
That man's going to get slammed so hard he should probably see if he can get the Universe to tell him what the safe word is, and he's going to be lucky to walk out of it alive. By the time he does, he'll not "end up" disillusioned, he'll already be there and unable to leave because he's been in too deep for far too long and those with whom he's disillusioned know that the best way to keep someone like him in line is to threaten his possessions and wealth; possessions, I might add, includes immediate and extended family.
What's interesting is that it does look like he'll weather it, more or less, as the Ace of Wands indicates good news, new beginnings, growth, daring to go against what was holding one captive, sort of a "new lease on life" thing.
It won't come easily, and will drag that feeling of being overwhelmed, stressed, fearful, and all of its friends from the Ten of Swords he'll manage to survive; the Four of Swords is one of those dual-edged swords as well, and after he's gone through the fire (as it were) he'll be able to recuperate, likely spending a good deal of time alone with anyone left in his family that doesn't end up killed or in prison again, a lot of introspection and self-reflection, and eventually starting to rebuild.
A leopard never does entirely change its spots, however; the man likes attention, and he isn't, despite certain choices he's made throughout his life, generally stupid. In the end, he'll have learned to think before speaking, not get drawn into petty politics, have some damned patience to think things through thoroughly before deciding where his support--money, political capital (not that he’ll have much by the end), social influence, that sort of thing--goes.
As I said, he is not a stupid man. Old money is one thing, but it's irrelevant where navigating politics is concerned. If he weren't sharp, quick-witted, easily able to start and hold conversations, and innately curious, he'd just be old money and little more.
It's interesting that the Page of Swords hints at him still being involved in politics again at some point, but in the context of not being a shady ultra-conservative weirdo and instead speaking out against injustice--the real sort, not the sort he's imagined he's experiencing in the present.
Watching the gossip is a good idea though, one never knows who all is listening and if you're hearing what you're meant to hear or not.
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