#whoooo this was a long one but i had a lot of fun answering
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wherever you stray, i follow <3
bachira meguru x gn reader !
☆ in which isagi calls you over to a bar to take care of your drunk friend, bachira.
1.3k words, sfw, fluff, drunk bachira, mentions of alcohol and wine, characters are slightly aged up, lots of l-bombs, minor swearing, lowercase intended.
a/n: i haven’t wrote in so long... i was inspired by smth weird to write this, so idk how to feel but um enjoy if ur reading this!!
upon entering the bar, you shove your way through the big crowd, the air is warm and thick. eventually, you spot isagi standing with his arms crossed next to bachira who is clearly in an intoxicated state—his hair quite disheveled and his cheeks a warm flush. isagi seems like he had a few drinks as well but still quite sober, unlike your other friend.
“it’s yoouuu!” bachira giggles, reaching out for you with half-lidded eyes. isagi just groans.
“it’s whoooo?” amused, you laugh his random choice of greeting. bachira thinks the sound is pretty.
"yoouuu!" bachira repeats, leaning in just slightly. his warm breath fans over your ear. his words are a bit slurred. your heart jumps at the sudden proximity.
“meeee?”
“i loooove you,” bachira says as he circles his arms around you, tugging you closer. you catch a faint whiff of the sweet wine on his breath, and he buries himself on your shoulder.
you turn to see a confused isagi watching the whole thing. for some reason, he doesn’t look weirded out at all. in fact, he looks. . . amused? you send him a help me look.
“meguru? you don’t mean that, you’re drunk,” you elicit a nervous laugh. you could hear isagi stifle a snicker.
“why noooot?" pair of glassy eyes peeks up at you.
pouting, you repeat, "you’re not sober. . .”
"and you're soooo sober?"
isagi snickers a little louder from the side. even when drunk, bachira seems like he’s just having fun, you remind yourself.
“can you take him home?" isagi questions you, offering you an apologetic smile.
"ya, sure, ts’ what i’m here for. just pray that i have enough strength to carry him," you let out a breathy laugh, “thank you, though, for watching over him until i got here.”
"f’course, i’ll see you both tomorrow,” isagi bids his farewell before he starts heading towards the exit of the bar.
“byeeee,” bachira slurs out, his arms are around you still, one on your waist and the other by your neck. he was too close. much too close for your ragged heart to accept. “i loooove you…” there it goes again. this time he says it louder as if it would make any difference. as if it would make you believe him this time.
still, your heart flutters at his words. “nah, say that when you’re finally sober,“ you attempt to joke.
“ts’ a dare, huh?” bachira raised an eyebrow at you. his grip on you is firm, his face inches away from yours. there was a playful glint in his eyes. “alright then. . . i loooove you.” he looks so innocent, repeating that, clearly forgetting what you had just said.
“you are still drunk. . .”
“so what?” bachira is tipsy, anyone could tell.
he leans down to press a chaste, drunken kiss to your neck and his warm breath washes over you, you are taken off guard, you can feel your skin shiver under his lips.
bachira pulls back, a darker crimson dusting his cheeks. he, then, gives you a sheepish smile. “you liked it, didn’t ya?
fuck, bachira. what am i supposed to say to that. . .? you adore him, he doesn’t know that. and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like it. you won’t admit it out loud, though. never.
I scoffed, "no. . . why did you do that?”
he doesn’t answer.
“meguru, you're my friend."
“wanna be more than that?" his breathy, low tone sends a shiver down your spine. you swear you could hear your heart pounding.
you clear your voice when you nearly choke on your words, “you're just playing around,"
“am i, now?"
“you wouldn’t just say that.”
“maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but i’m sure if i were sober, my answer wouldn’t change.”
your face burns, and your breath hitches, “you’re too much,”
“you aren’t answering my question, y’know.” his voice is soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help but ponder if he is just teasing you or actually being genuine.
“ask me tomorrow,” you decide to tease back.
“hmm?” there’s a hint of longing in his expression. “ask you tomorrow or ask you right now?”
“meguru. . .” you feel lightheaded, the air felt thicker.
“i don’t mind taking an answer right now.”
“as if you will remember it in the morning.”
“you wanna make that a bet?” his eyes roam your face.
“nope, you’re just messing around with me.”
“mmm, that depends. what do you think?” his eyes twinkle with amusement as his hand runs through your hair.
you’re not sure how you feel about him invading your personal space this way, “I don’t know what you want me to say. . .” you are rendered speechless.
“am i bothering you?” he inquires, his voice is so sweet. “just want you to be honest with me, y’know. . .”
“no you could never bother me,” you softly say, putting your hand atop his warm one that has trailed down from your hair to your cheek. your thumb rubs circles on it.
“f’real?”
your surroundings seems to blur, and your mind fogs up. ironic how he is the one who’s drunk but the heat from his touch is making you tipsy, drunk on his touch, drunk on his words.
you poorly attempt to slice the thick tension, “mhm, after all, i am now your designated babysitter after isagi dipped on you.”
a small chuckle escapes bachira’s lips. “babysitter, hm?” he mumbles, you can still smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. “and are you enjoying this babysitting duty of yours?”
“how can i not?” a sarcastic grin was visible on your face, “no, but seriously, i don’t mind taking care of you, ‘cause i know you’d do the same if i was the one who’s drunk. not that I’d ever get drunk.” your tone turns soft.
“not that you’d ever get drunk?” the faintest hint of a smile grew on his lips. “you sure now?” his voice drops softer as he say this, “because a drunk you would look pretty adorable.” your heart flutters at his words.
damn you, meguru. “shut up,” is all you managed to say.
bachira lets out a small laugh. “or what?” he teases, grinning mischievously. “if i don’t shut up? what’re ya gonna about it?” a challenging done was prominent in his voice.
you could say that you will kiss the hell out of him until he shut up, but you can’t take advantage of the situation. you respect him, you always have.
he’s still clinging onto you, his warm breath fanning over your face and neck. for whatever reason, there’s a part of you that’s liking how close and personal he’s getting. a part of you that’s liking this.
you answer his question, instead, “i’ll leave your ass alone here.”
“ouch. . . if i do? if i shut up?”
“i carry you back to your place, then. good thing i drove here.”
“you’re no fun, y’know that?” though he gives you cheeky smile, you catch the lingering faintest trace of disappointment in his voice. “you’re always so good,” he whines, you can’t exactly make out the tone behind it, “why can’t you ever just. . . let lose?”
your heart softens at his comment, and you avoid the question once again. “so, are you planning to stay here forever or. . .” you remember that you both are still at the bar. “you wanna go home so you can rest?”
once again, bachira laughs softly. “you choose. . .” he whispers. “after all, the bee goes where his queen bee wishes him to go.”
thank you for reading! likes & reblogs r appreciated. wrote this while listening to willow by taylor. swiftie at heart fr <3
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Howdy! I'm going to ask your awesome question back at you ;) what do you think of England, both as a character and as a country? Do tell me all of your feelings towards the grumpy man 👀
Short Answer:
To borrow a phrase from my favourite writer/historian Barbara Tuchmann, if Canada is the country of my birth, England has always been the country of my heart.
Long Answer:
I actually fell in love with England the country a long time before I even knew England the character, but Hetalia certainly reinforced my infatuation ten-fold. I can't say when or how it started because I think I was pretty young (I remember my mom making me take notes on Greek and Roman history when I was like, 7, and uh, let's just say my obessession with Europe only grew after that). It's also kinda difficult for me to parse why I like the country because it's been a constant in my life for so long, but I'll try my best.
I think it might have begun with my fascination with WWII history. There's this Chinese idiom -- 乱世出英雄 -- which kinda encapsulates why the world wars and British history in particular so enchanted me. The literal translation of it would be "heroes emerge in turbulent times" but I think a better figurative approximation is the phrase "for darkness shows the stars." The world wars, British participation in the world wars, and British history in general has many, many dark episodes and in many ways exposes the worst of humanity. But I think it's also true that British history also brought out the best of us -- exposed the "heroes", so to speak. I refer not only to household names like Churchill but also the commanders on the ground, the suffragettes, the workers in the factories, and naturally the common soldier. Of course this is not a phenomenon unique to British history, but it was through British 20th century history that I first fell in love with history in general, so it holds a bit of a special place in my heart.
From a more objective perspective, Canadians are really steeped in British culture, ideas, and history, even if we don't realize it. I mean, most of the ideals we embrace, such as the rule of law or constitutional monarchy, as well as the things we celebrate -- the abolishment of slavery, for example -- stem from Britain. One cannot teach Canadian history in school without learning British history, and when you consider that Canada's massive sacrifices in the world wars also played a defining moment in its national identity, it's really no wonder that many still feel a kinship with the UK. Plus, like I mentioned in the response to needcake's ask, a lot of being Canadian is trying to differentiate ourselves from Americans, and one primary way we do that is by pointing to our loyalty to England and shared monarch.
I'm not sure if this is really obvious from the other side of the pond, but Queen Elizabeth also, like, plays a really insidious role. Idk if Aussies or Kiwis feel this way, but we really love Queen Liz and can't imagine a world without her on our money and all our fancy buildings and occasionally making her speeches. I was an air cadet as a teen too! We had to play God Save the Queen for closing parades every night, and I remember thinking, gosh, one day we'll have to sing God save the king, and they'll have to change all the lyrics and coins and bills and what not, and that's really weird.
But yeah, besides the history and the environment in Canada, I also follow British politics to some extent? It's not as common as following American politics here (if you talk to Canadians ab the American president it's not uncommon to hear people say "why did we elect him" etc.) but it isn't rare either. I mean, I read the Economist (no i'm not 10 billion years old) and I've done courses in British politics, read British authors, a lot of people like British actors and films and shows...the culture is just really widespread, I guess. I also have close friends who lived/live in London...oh, and I went to a British international school when I was young for a year. That might have played a role too. I should say here that I've never actually been to England in person so I can't comment on what its actually like, but it feels so familiar that sometimes I honestly forget i haven't been. I hope to actually study in London soon, actually, so if you have any advice/warnings, hit me!
Alright, onto Arthur. I just? Really? Love him? In particular I really admire his pragmatic worldview, even if I don't always agree with the conclusions it leads him to. When it comes to knowledge and analysis, he's someone who refuses to turn away from the truth, no matter how incovenient. Yet when it comes to his own emotions he's the complete opposite. That mix of cynicism and then escapism to relieve the emotional burden of his own cycnism is just...fascinating. I also really admire his intelligence in general, as well as his work ethic.
Perhaps what I love the most about Arthur, however, is his spirit. I mean, he's just so alive. Whether he's furious or devastated or overjoyed, he's someone who lives life so intensely, so fully, with such fury. When I write Arthur, that's often the feeling I try to capture: someone who cannot help but see all the suffering in life, but someone who cannot help but fight on, regardless. In a strange way, Arthur embodies hope at its most irrational. As Samuel Beckett wrote in the Unnamable, he's someone who is always telling himself: "You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on."
Absolutely no one asked for fruk, but I'm just gonna seize this chance to throw out a little headcanon. I think this intense, somehow mortal quality of Arthur is what first captivated Francis. As I've written about a bit before, Francis to me has the most "eternal" feel out of the all the nations. He loves humanity and life as a whole, whereas Arthur lives like every second counts. For someone like Francis, who just adores beautiful, wild, transient things, Arthur is like mortality in a bottle -- so utterly enthralling that once he tasted it he could never get enough. Unlike Joan or other real humans, however, Arthur has proved far more durable to wear and tear :P
My final thought on Arthur is that he has so much contempt for fate, its actually both funny and admirable. If I may quote Tuchmann again, "no man ever lived who was less willing to be the victim of events." Arthur's someone who simply refuses to be bullied, even by grandaddy destiny itself, and I think we all love him for that, a little.
#hws england#ask#hcs#whoooo this was a long one but i had a lot of fun answering#its a little embarrassing to talk about how much i love england in front of a brit but#you said such nice things about canada i just had to be honest you didn't deserve some half-assed ironic answer#rainbowfruitpastilles
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37 from 100 oc questions for Jakob and Dean?
I don’t know how to ask
Whoooo that's a lot to ask in one ask so I'll answer the first ten of these!
Dean O’Riley
How does your oc handle heavy stress? Do they have any specific coping mechanisms? Are they healthy or not?
Dean takes stress in stride. Stress is his mistress and master. He feeds on stress. Ever wonder why his hair is white??? HA! JK JK he’s a natural snowette. But for real, guy should be deep throating xanax he’s so stressed. He’s just good at hiding it.
What does your oc do to relax? Any specific activities? Why?
Honestly he’d prefer to be having sex to destress, or cuddling up on the couch, but he’s usually suffering from terminal bachlores life. Usually it’s because his partners can’t handle a few health issues he has, his insecurities in relationships, or they just vanish one day. Otherwise, he relaxes by taking care of his fish!
Does your oc have any nicknames? What are the origins of them? If they don’t, can you come up with some possible ones?
Deanie Baby- his favorite toy as a baby was a fish beanie baby and his mom gave him it
Dean Machine- he usually uses this as a fun nickname when he’s trying to show off.
Twin #1- Oh shit I’m in trouble
Stud- only his SOs use this
What languages does your oc know? Are there any they want to learn but haven’t had the chance to? How good are they at picking up new ones?
Spanish, French, English, Chinese (Mandarin ), Japanese (Kansai-ben), Russian, Polish, Taiwanese, Korean, and Vietnamese.
What was the worst injury your oc ever suffered? Has it had any long lasting impact on them?
Hnn… this one goes more into a story element I haven’t touched on yet in the game I’m working on. He does have an old injury. The scar on his forehead. It’s less physically debilitating, and more mentally for multiple reasons that will be explained later in the series.
Is your oc an optimist or a pessimist? Any particular reason why?
He’s a pessimist hard core X’D Dean is a thorough believer in Karma. Unfortunately he believes that the good things you do in life has nothing to do with it, but the bad shit you do comes around to bite you in the ass if you aren’t careful.
How important are the rules to your oc? Do they follow them to a t, or do they enjoy breaking them?
Ha! Anything’s legal so long as the cops aren’t around! Well… mostly. Dean has a set of moral standards, and codes and if something violates his idea of what the best course of action would be to handle something for the betterment of someone else he cares about then, he will definitely be serving up that heavy dose of bad karma I mentioned earlier >:3
How violent is your oc? Or are they more a pacifist? To what lengths will they go to start/avoid a conflict?
Dean will honestly avoid conflict if it’s possible. For the most part he’ll just be a verbal, snarky asshole to people who piss him off, or who are mean to him. The only time he gets violent is when someone hurts/ threatens/ makes fun of, his family.
How is your oc around animals? What about children?
He loves the ocean and children. He wants to teach the younger generation all about the ocean and the creatures that inhabit it so that one day when he’s long gone, they can help protect the world that's long since belonged to the ocean dwellers. He wants a huge family as well. Mmmmmayybeeee six or more kids? He can afford it no problem!
Does your oc lie a lot, or is the truth very important to them? What is their reaction to other people lying to them?
You won’t catch Dean lying. Especially to people close to him. Why lie? Then you hide your true self. Then you hide the person you really are on the inside and you know that they’ll only love the person they see in their perfect world inside their head. So nah. He’s not a liar at all.
Jakob O’Riley
How does your oc handle heavy stress? Do they have any specific coping mechanisms? Are they healthy or not?
When Jakob gets stressed he holds himself up in his room, and binge eats pizza, squirty cheese with chicken n a biscuit, and gulps down sparkling ice water (usually blueberry flavored), while binge watching the Gotham series for the one millionth time.
What does your oc do to relax? Any specific activities? Why?
Jakob usually blows off steam by exercising. Less running and lifting weights and more meditation and yoga. It was super hard for him to do at first, but once he actually got a hold of everything he really enjoyed it! He… also has a high sex drive like his brother, so when he DOES have a chance for a one night stand, he’ll do it, and leave a couple hundred dollars on the table for the trouble.
Does your oc have any nicknames? What are the origins of them? If they don’t, can you come up with some possible ones?
Jakey- Mom’s pet name for him
Big J- Dean’s playful name for him
Twin #2- Uh oh, I’m in trouble
Turtledove- a pet name he wants his SO to call him
What languages does your oc know? Are there any they want to learn but haven’t had the chance to? How good are they at picking up new ones?
English, Spanish, and Polish (very basic)
What was the worst injury your oc ever suffered? Has it had any long lasting impact on them?
Like Dean, Jakob has a scar on his face- his is over his brow and eyelid. Again, this is story related, but it doesn’t really phase him physically or mentally. He thinks it makes him look like his dad! Other wounds over his body exist, but the stories about them are story related. Only one of them affects him mentally, and everytime he sees it he shuts down.
Is your oc an optimist or a pessimist? Any particular reason why?
Optimist. He believes in good karma. If you do good things then eventually good things will happen to you. That’s why he thinks he has bad luck all the time.
How important are the rules to your oc? Do they follow them to a t, or do they enjoy breaking them?
He follows rules to the R. Unlesssss Dean is involved. He usually got dragged into shenanigans that Dean did, and more often than not it got them grounded.
How violent is your oc? Or are they more a pacifist? To what lengths will they go to start/avoid a conflict?
Don’t let his quiet demeanor fool you. He is patient. He is quiet. He is persistent. He is dangerous. Violence may not describe him well, but if he wants you gone? Dead? To vanish? He’ll make it happen. It’s usually only in instances where someone hurts the ones he loves. More on this in the game.
How is your oc around animals? What about children?
Jakob is awkward around both. Not that he doesn’t LIKE them or CARE for them, because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to them. But he’s not going to go out of his way to touch them, or play with them. He knows he looks big and scary. He knows he’s strong. He just doesn’t want someone to cry because he’s accidentally hurt them playing with them too rough, or for them to scream because he has a resting murder face.
Does your oc lie a lot, or is the truth very important to them? What is their reaction to other people lying to them?
Err… he doesn’t lie? More like he’ll just shut down and not say anything. He hardly talks much to begin with, but if someone is asking him questions he doesn’t want to answer then his lips are sealed tighter than a zip lock bag.
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Anonymous Ask Responses #15
As always, I expected some new asks to be sent with the new part of the story. And I was correct, as I got a number of asks once again! So, here we are again- and now I'll go ahead and answer this next batch of asks!
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@prhthezanko:
"Oh interesting~ Toriel now knowing about the soul being Player's... Now that's gonna bring up a lot of questions, especially the way they found Kris in the first place. Though I do have to ask, how is Player going to go around town to the other Dark Worlds without being seen by others?"
Yeah, it'll definitely make for questions to be asked. Can't say what or when, because of 'No, no, that would be telling...'
Although I can say that there is a way for that to happen. It's a bit unorthodox, but I mean, it happened once before in the comic, so it's definitely possible.
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"Toriel feels her sins crawling on her back"
Yes, she does. However, what she does about it, is what will really matter... And I would say you can't change the past, but. Uh. We've already done that a bit. Or at least Player did. So time travel be confusing.
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"Yay it’s pie time!"
I mean, Pi Day wasn't that long ago. So who can complain about more pie?
Plus we see Kris choose for themselves. (And they chose something that wouldn't have been an option, butterscotch cinnamon pie whoooo)
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"Kris deserves this happiness and Toriel deserves a hug"
Honestly I can 100% agree. Getting to have Kris be happy and able to choose for themself is, on its own, a really fun thing to have. And Toriel being Toriel just makes the moment better.
Though Toriel does deserve a hug regarding those past events. But I think just having Kris be happy for once makes it better for now.
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"This is reminding me of the end of deltarune chapter 2 where Susie stays with toriel and kris to make pie"
I'll be honest, I did draw a bit of inspiration from that. So yeah, we have that. As much as I want to go with Lynx's effort to not do anything from Chapter 2, there are a few events that can still happen- this being one of them. We might not have Chapter 2's Dark World, but we can have Toriel bake pie.
If I want to have Susie enjoy some pie in the story, I'll let Susie enjoy some pie in the story.
I'M BAKING MYSELF A PIE! AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!
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"I’m guessing Toriel had some flashbacks when she saw player"
That she certainly did. After all, the memories had been brought out and were fresh in her mind from the encounter with Sans, so they weren't hard to have them pulled out again. Luckily, being the goat mom, she at least is helping out. So for the time being, goat mom has not had to fight.
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And that's all of the asks for the time being! If you want to chat a bit about theories I'd love to hear them, while I won't say a word about where the story will go- partly due to writing as I go- I can at least possibly work in ideas I'm given. Don't expect everything to go in, but if I have a good idea either directly from or inspired by someone, I will make an effort to use it. So feel free to message with any predictions!
As usual, sorry for delays between parts, and I hope to see you all soon! See ya!
#undertale#deltarune#paper trail#lynxgriffin#pt-disconnected#anon asks#the gif without the gif#how does time travel work again?#i'm making a pie#and nobody can stop me
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This is a super indulgent fanfic where Mishima actually gets treated nicely by Akira and Co. so whoooo-
Being the admin of the Phan-Site, while a job of passion, was extremely tiring. Mishima spent many sleepless nights banning trolls, replying to comments, and creating forums. Life became a routine: go to school, do homework, manage the Phan-Site. Visit the shops, manage the Phan-Site. Eat, while managing the Phan-Site. Take a nap. Phan-Site. Phan-Site.
Phan-Site.
Phan-Site.
Phan-Site.
His fingers flew like spider's legs over the keyboard of his phone and laptop, determined to carry the little world that he had created on his shoulders like a modern day Atlas. The Phantom Thieves needed him, he HAD to help them, he had to he had to-
Some jerk was going off about how the Phantom Thieves were "immoral" and "a danger to justice. Mishima automatically moved his finger to ban another troublemaker, then squinted at the username.
DetectivePrince???
Mishima blinked once, twice, and belatedly realized that Goro Akechi himself was on his site, wanting to start an argument about the moral ethics of the Phantom Thieves. A ghost of a smile flickered across Yuuki's lips, and instead of banning, he clicked the "reply" button instead. This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, why not humor it? After letting Akechi have it, an argument between the two ensues. Other users joined the fray and laughed at the detective prince, and Mishima smugly banned the annoying, stuck up guy once he'd had his fun. What a moron. Felt good, to finally be in control.
Unfortunately, Mishima hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, and he bumped into the door of the cafeteria, shaking himself to bring his surroundings to standstill. A mild blush painted itself over his cheeks and he looked around nervously to see if anybody had noticed- and of course they had. They were hiding their mouths behind their hands with shaking shoulders, and Yuuki felt a wave of irritation wash over. "Oh yeah, sure, laugh!" he snapped. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?" In a huff, he entered the cafeteria, then stationed himself at a table in the back, as always. And as always, he kept an eagle eye on the Phan-Site. It was the last thing he checked before sleeping (if he slept at all) and the first thing he looked over in the morning. The days began to blur together, and tired became his neutral state of being. But he kept at it, because they needed him, and he needed to be needed. It was the only thing he had going for him, only thing that made him worth something..
Another day at a table alone in the cafeteria, and Mishima blinked somewhat blearily at his phone, scrolling through threads as words began to blur together. And then suddenly, his device was swiped away, and the boy looked up absolutely flabbergasted into the bespectacled face of Akira Kurusu. "Hey," Yuuki cried when the shock wore off, eyebrows furrowing. "That's mine. Give it back!" He reached for it, but Akira held it up higher, and irritation erupted in Mishima's chest. Shooting up from his chair, he angrily stared the other brunet down and leaped for his phone, clawing at it desperately. "Stop it!!!!!!"
"You are absolutely obsessed with this thing," Kurusu replied calmly, his tenor voice mellow as he kept the phone just out of reach. "Every time I see you, your face is buried in it. When was the last time you slept?" he demanded, eyes narrowing. The anger was shocked away, and Yuuki merely stared, unable to formulate a response. "You don't even remember, do you Mishima?" he frowned. Students were watching them now, mouths and eyes wide open.
"Why do you care?" Yuuki challenged, anger washing over again. "Just give me back my phone. I need it," he hollered, and his voice broke and his vision began to blur as he reached up and up and up but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.
"Why do you need it, Mishima?"
"Because I have to run the Phan-Site and if I don't have my phone, I can't do that!!" Yuuki's voice shot up into the higher ranges to the point he was almost shrieking, and hot tears began to leak out of his eyes and he hated it, he hated it so much. Why couldn't people just leave him alone?! "GIVE IT BACK, I SWEAR TO GOD-"
Akira grabbed his shoulders and shook him mildly, grey eyes stormy. "STOP IT." Mishima was stunned into silence, and his chest heaved. "Do you see what this thing-" and he held up the phone- "is DOING to you? You're so consumed with it that it's become like a part of you and you don't even know who you are without it anymore. The Phan-Site is not going to crash and burn if you're not there for one day. It is going to be fine. You, on the other hand, are running yourself into the GROUND. Do you ever take any time to yourself? Outside of this??"
Silence.
"This is an intervention, Mishima," Akira declared. "You are going to take better care of yourself. And I won't take no for an answer." With that, he pocketed the phone, and Yuuki stared hollowly, eyes and cheeks red from tears. "Now, come on."
"Huh? Where are we going?"
"You're coming to sit with me." Whispers began to rise like winds, and Kurusu turned on his heel to go back to his table. Mishima moved to follow him, but his surroundings became hazy and he stumbled, unbalanced. When did everything start moving….?
"Ngh-"
"Mishima?"
He was falling. The next thing he knew he was in Akira's arms, and the whispers had gotten louder. "What's the matter?" Kurusu asked, concern heavy. Yuuki didn't answer. His head felt like somebody had stuffed it full of cotton, and he couldn't think straight. "Okay, um," the taller boy stammered, "let's just..let's go to the nurse, yeah?" Putting Mishima's arm around his shoulder, the duo made their way to the nurse's office. Thankfully Yuuki wasn't ill, merely overtired, and he drifted off after a few minutes. When he came to, Akira was back. "Mornin' sleepyhead. Time to go."
"Go?" Mishima echoed, turning his head towards Akira. "Go where?"
"Home. Classes are over for the day."
The shorter boy shot up like a rocket, eyes huge. "WHAT?! I slept that long!?"
"Sure did. You gotta take better care of yourself," was the calm reply, and Mishima felt a prickle of shame. "And since you passed out before eating lunch, dinner's on me." Through the sea of people they walked to Leblanc, and Akira grabbed two plates of curry, setting one in front of Mishima. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said, "I got your phone still. Eat up, and then you can have it back." Yuuki began to eat quietly, and Akira did as well, comfortable with the silence. After a few minutes, Mishima put his fork down, surroundings blurring again, and bit his lip, burying his face in his arms.
"Woah, hey," the messy haired boy gasped. "What are you crying for? I knew Boss's curry was good, but I didn't know it was that good-"
"Why do you care?" Yuuki choked, scrubbing at his eyes. "Nobody else does. Not my parents, not anybody in the school, so why do- it's my fault your record was leaked it's my fault people hate you, Kurusu!"
"Mishima, that wasn't your fault," Akira said firmly. "Stop taking burdens that aren't yours to carry. I don't hold that against you, okay?"
"I'm sorry," Yuuki muttered, because he didn't know what else to do, or say.
"It's not your fault. And to answer your question, I care because it's what friends do."
"..friends?" Mishima whispered, looking up incredulously.
"Yup, you're my friend now. So you're stuck with me. Whoohoo!" Akira grinned, and in spite of himself, Yuuki grinned back, weakly.
"You're a great guy, you know that?"
"Nah. I'm just doin' the right thing."
"Sounds like something a Phantom Thief would say," Mishima replied with a knowing smile, and Kurusu's eyes widened slightly. "You thought you were subtle? I know that was you. I'll bet Sakamoto and Takamaki are in on it too. But don't worry! I swear not to tell a soul. That's what friends do, yeah?" he nodded, going back to his curry. "They keep secrets." Akira nodded in reply.
"Thanks for being our biggest supporter. Just remember to take care of yourself, too."
After eating, Mishima went home, feeling significantly lighter, and he realized as he stepped inside he'd left his phone with Kurusu.
….oh well. He'd be okay. He had a lot to think about, anyway.
The next day, Yuuki plodded along to school, and during lunchtime began to make his way to his regular seat. But a gentle hand to his wrist stopped him in his tracks. "Hey," a feminine voice said, and he looked up into Ann Takamaki's baby blues.
"Takamaki-san??"
"Come sit with us," she went on, gesturing with her head towards the table with Sakamoto and Kurusu. "Nobody should be sitting alone!"
Mishima blinked twice. "I don't wanna be a bother or anything-"
"You're not. Come on, silly!" Ann chirped, pulling him along to where her friends were gathered. Ryuji grinned at him from ear to ear, toothily.
"Hey man! What's up?"
"I'm...good?" Mishima ventured, hesitantly taking a seat. "Thanks for letting me sit with you guys, Takamaki-san."
"Just call me Ann!" she smiled, and he nodded, slowly.
"Oh, uh- alright."
Lunch was nice, and Mishima felt wanted for once. After it was over, he stood to go, but Ann tapped his shoulder. "Hey."
"What?"
"What's your cell? So we can keep in touch."
"Oh uh..I don't have my phone on me."
"Really?" Ryuji questioned, eyebrows raised. "That thing's so attached to you it's like it's your girlfriend or something," he joked, playfully punching the brunet in the arm. Wordlessly, Akira passed Mishima his device, face set. A beat.
"Wait, why do YOU have-"
"Intervention."
"Ohhh," the blondes chorused, nodding and muttering in understanding. "So, Mishima," Ryuji went on, "I'm thinking about going to the arcade after school. You wanna come with?"
Yuuki's grin is soft but full. "That sounds fun, Sakamoto. I'd love to."
"Ay man no need to be all formal and all that. Jus' call me Ryuji."
"Ah- okay Ryuji."
"Oh, hey!" Ann piped up, pulling out her 3DS, "Almost forgot to check on my town."
"You play Animal Crossing?!" Mishima cried excitedly, then shrank in embarrassment "Ah, sorry. I just- um."
But Ann just grinned at him. "Sure do! Wanna exchange friend codes?"
"What's so excitin' about picking fruit and talkin' to animals, anyways?" Ryuji wondered. "I don't get it."
"It's relaxing!" Ann huffed, puffing up her cheeks. Mishima nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. The guy who created the game actually did so because he missed his family and he wanted the player to experience a sense of community," he explained, moving his hands as he talked. "It's helped a lot of people feel like they had somewhere to belong, if only for a while. You actually get closer to your villagers the more you talk to them too, and- they basically become like your friends!" He's rambling, and Mishima goes quiet, embarrassed again. "Um. Yeah."
"Huh. That's pretty cool," Ryuji nodded, and Yuuki grinned.
Ann exchanged friend codes and phone numbers, and Mishima felt ten pounds lighter for the rest of the day. The arcade was really fun too, and the four of them went out to eat afterwards and by the time it was time to go home, Yuuki was tired, but in the best way.
...he still hadn't checked the Phan-Site. Pulling it up, he was surprised to see that a post had been made by him, with several replies.
Hey guys! I'm not going to be quite as active for a little while, I've been super tired lately. I'll still be here of course, but I need some time to recuperate. ~Admin
To his shock, an overwhelming amount of the replies were positive.
That's OK! Take care of yourself!
Your health comes first man no sweat
get some rest king u deserve it
He's crying again. Maybe people really did care. Maybe he really didn't have to put every waking moment into this.
..but who got into his account? His phone had a password so somebody must've hacked it to-
He'd have to thank Futaba later. For now, he was going to bed. Akira was right. It wouldn't die if he wasn't there 24/7, and he had friends now; people who cared about him. Pulling up the group chat, he sent a text:
hey guys! i had a great time today. thanks for everything.
Three dots appeared, and then Ryuji replied.
[no prob bro]
[we shud hang out more]
Ann was next.
[yw! we had a good time too :)]
And then Akira.
[nbd
im going to bed now gn]
[good night!]
Mishima put his phone away and drifted off, looking forward to school for the first time in a very long time. Life wasn't magically sunshine and rainbows now, but with 3 new friends, it was going to be a lot easier.
#persona 5#persona 5 royal#yuuki mishima#akira kusuru#ann takamaki#ryuji sakamoto#akechi is here too but he's only mentioned so yeah#i really like how this turned out#i may write more of these cuz i really like writing mishima interactions with the main cast.#📖; jazzy drabbles
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What’s In a Name: 3 - J Toews
Chapter 3
Where we left off: Bekah dropped Jon off at the airport after the 2015 All-Star game but how was he going to see her again before the end of the season when they lived over 300 miles apart...
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Word count: 3,370
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Unexpected.
Bekah‘s brain would go from shock to denial every time her phone would vibrate and she would see a text from Jon. It was unexpected each and every time. Mostly his texts were random and out of the blue but with the intention of making sure she remembered him. Bekah never thought she would hear from him after dropping him off at Port Columbus airport in January if she was being honest with herself. It was three weeks later and there were hundreds of mini conversations between the two of them.
“So have you requested off for our trip?” Brynn leans into Bekah’s office with lunch in hand. Bekah tries to wipe her smile off her face but her best friend catches it. “Whoooo are you texting?”
“No one. Wait, what trip?” Bekah places the phone down but sees the notification that Jon has messaged again.
“Chicago with the Lady Jackets? Please tell me you remember this from Christmas? My gift to you was the trip. We will go shopping and catch the Blackhawks playing the Jackets. Have some girl time.” Brynn sits the food on Bekah’s desk and tucks her feet under herself.
“Oh! I kinda forgot with the whole being dumped thing but that actually sounds fun.” Bekah eyes her phone as it buzzes again. The thought of if she should tell Jon or not crossed her mind.
“You actually seem to be doing okay with the whole being single thing...” Rin starts taking in the way her friend was looking at the message and had a look of confusion now. “What’s that look for Bekah? What did you just think of? Who are you texting?” Brynn breathes in ready to ask more questions.
“Rin. Stop. Please. I was just thinking about the time I need to take off and the accounts I have. Let’s eat lunch m’kay?” Brynn stops the line of questioning but her expression is one of inquiry. “So is there an agenda for the trip or just the girls hanging out? Hotel reservations?”
“We have some things planned. It’s the WAGS and some of the wives from the staff and women who work for the team. You will have your own room. I‘ll be with Derek...”. Brynn stops and looks at Bekah’s contorted faced.
“WAGS?” Bekah asks with her eyebrows furrowed trying to place the term.
“Wives and girlfriends...of the players. Despite public opinion they aren’t all blonde models and are all very sweet. You’ve met a few before.”
“WAGS. Interesting.” Bekah’s eyes dart to her phone again. “Public opinion. Hmm.” Bekah takes a bite of her sandwich.
“I don’t know how to read that but you can google it if you want.” Brynn points to the laptop on Bekah’s desk. “There are whole social media accounts devoted to each team.”
“Oh, I was just processing that’s all. I’m sure I’ll remember them when we get together.” Bekah continues eating her lunch.
“Well, take off and I’ll see you later.” Brynn pops up and as soon as she rounded the corner Bekah was typing ‘Blackhawks WAGS’ into her search engine. Several pictures down she sees a picture of Jon with his hand wrapped around a blonde who could easily be in any magazine. She huffed out the breath she was holding then cussed softly. Realizing she was at work she checked to see if anyone was in ear shot. Bekah decided then and there as the heat filled her face that she was not going to tell him she was coming into town. Her phone buzzed again.
Jon: 🤪
Jon: Was that not funny?
Jon: how was lunch with Rin?
Bekah: always funny. the usual and learned the term WAGS.
Jon: OH! I would pretend not to know what the hell you are talking but I won’t. Please don’t read too much into the public perception of the NHL type
Bekah stared long at Jon’s text before answering. He kept doing that in their conversation. Anticipating what she was thinking without her saying anything. She couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
Bekah: Rin was just saying the CBJ girls are nice that’s all. We were talking about our next game.
Jon: I know a few. I would agree with Rin.
Bekah goes to question who and why then realizes she noticed during the All-star game they all seemed to know each other even being on different teams.
Bekah: I still haven’t told her about All-Star weekend or this texting thing we do btw.
Bekah wasn’t sure why she felt the need to tell him this now.
Jon: maybe you should. She’s your best friend but that’s up to you. Need to go workout. Later Beks.
March came. Bekah realized she was more nervous about the trip than expected. She packed and repacked her bag. Considered just telling Jon then the picture of the girl with her arm around him and his hand resting on her ass was enough to convince her not to.
Her phone vibrates as soon as starts walking down to the hotel bar to meet the ladies.
Jon: are you in Chicago?
Bekah: how do you know that?
Jon: on the plane back from Philly and I see a post that the Lady Jackets are headed to Chicago and I’m sure that’s your braided hair at the top of the steps.
Jon sends her the pic. Bekah’s face floods red as her hand combs over her go to travel braid.
Bekah: yeah. I wasn’t sure if I’d have time to see you.
Jon: are you fucking kidding me Beks?
she goes to text back and her phone vibrates again
Jon: I’ve been trying to figure out how to see you before playoffs.
Bekah: really? What about the blonde model I saw in a picture tagged as your girlfriend? I know we said no expectations but I’m not that kinda girl.
Jon: Is that why you’ve not texted me back as much? You think you are just some side piece? Come on! There is no other girl. Scroll up. Look at our conversation.
Bekah stares at his words and before she can even text him back he’s calling. She looks around and answers.
“Hhhh...” Bekah nervously starts to answer.
“Don’t fucking make me use my sources to find your hotel room! That’s not beneath my need to see you.” This makes her smile at his tone. She can feel his desire and sheer annoyance through the phone.
“Maybe I should.” She giggles and he huffs out his disapproval but gives him the information anyway.
“I’ll see you in one hour. One hour Beks.” With that he hangs up the phone.
“Who are you talk to?” Brynn hands Bekah a drink from the bar.
“My mom.”
“I call bull shit. One, I know your mother is asleep. Plus, I see the look on your face and the pink in your cheeks...but if you don’t want to tell me right now that’s fine. I’m just glad you are getting back out there.” Bekah looks down at her best friend and sips.
“I’m not...” Bekah tries to combat the statement but stops.
“That was a statement not a question. And we don’t have to talk about it.” Brynn sips her cocktail taking in her best friend’s demeanor.
“Thanks Rin.” The ladies chatted and Bekah was thankful about 50 minutes after Jon announced he would be there the group decided to head to their respective rooms.
Just like after the All-Star game, the man was clock work, ten minutes after Bekah shut her hotel room door there was a knock. Her heart skipped a beat and she slid open the door to find Jon just as handsome with a small bag in hand. “Hi Beks.” He walked in and drops his bag.
“Hi Tae.” She breathes out before his lips were on her. His weight pressing Bekah against the wall a slight whimper escaped her lips.
“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about kissing you again since the moment I left your car.” His lips ghost her pulse points.
“Really?”
“Beks, we aren’t doing this again. Yes, I find you smokin’ hot and have been thinking about this moment for too long.” He slides his hands under her thighs and carries her to the bed. “I’m slightly pissed you didn’t tell me and we could have started this an hour ago.”
“Sorry. I got in my own head. The google search.” Her breath hitches in her throat thinking of the perfect blonde.
“You didn’t click on the post, did ya? You missed the time stamp, Babe. She was my girlfriend two years ago and that’s been long over. Remember our conversation about being used for my status? She was one of those.” Jon looks deep into Bekah’s eyes. “The internet doesn’t just delete it even if you break up.” His hand cups her cheek as he kisses her lightly.
“Well I decided not to google you at all just so you know.” Her hands re-familiarizing themselves with his abs. “How was your game?” She kisses him sweetly and he smirks.
“We lost. More sex then we talk, kay?” Jon pulls off his sweater then unbuckles and slides his pants off.
“Did ya score?” Bekah follows his lead and pulls off her clothing.
“No and I wasn’t planning on it tonight and look who showed up in my city.” His body was pressed against hers then he kisses down her body making Bekah moan with each move Jon makes. Jon slips his fingers between her folds and laughs. “Your body says you’ve missed me.” He smirks and Bekah’s hands fly over her eyes.
“Well I have thought about you a lot since January too...and the hour waiting got me all worked up...just come here.” She lifts and pulls at his neck. He follows her lead and slowly presses into her core. Kissing each other with so much need that when their teeth knock together laughter erupts.
“Fuck I’m sorry.” Jon kisses Bekah again.
“I think that was both of us. But you gotta move Tae.” Bekah pulls her legs up and presses her heals into his ass. Jon finds a rhythm that makes both of them find their highs quickly. Panting as he rolls off her and pulls her to his chest.
“Seriously, so glad you came to Chicago.” Jon lifts up and kisses the top of Bekah’s head.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just don’t know what this is and I saw the flawless girl...and I just...” Jon adjusts Bekah’s body so he can stare deep into her hazel eyes.
“You are exactly what I need, you know? Also, did you say you haven’t googled me Beks?” Bekah nods and he continues. “Well I don’t care if you do or don’t just so you know.”
“Thanks.” Bekah winces. “I don’t care about the hockey stuff but the social stuff just makes meee....I don’t know. Feel weird.” Bekah admits honestly.
“Not that I think you will see this if ya did but I will admit I’ve been on a date since we were together but you, Beks, are the last person I’ve slept with. You don’t have to believe me but it’s only been you.” Jon kisses her lips sweetly.
“Well, I went on a horrible date for Valentines Day. Rin was on this getting me back there train and I tried to say no.” Bekah draws circles on Jon’s chest and closes her eyes thinking of the horrible date. “It was actually the 15th and you were on the damn television. I was distracted and the man was boring as hell.”
“I was on the tv?” Jon questions kissing her cheek and trying hard not to laugh.
“Yeah, you had an assist and scored in the shoot out. I cursed my body that night for how watching you made me feel and then we texted all night which made it even worse.” Bekah admitted.
“I’m not against sexting Beks.” He flinches ready for her reaction and she just eyes him. “And you’ve been watching hockey?” Jon laughs.
“The man took me to a sports bar and the game was on. I have watched some highlights to see your dumb face.” Bekah buries her face in Jon’s chest.
“That’s adorable.” Jon whispers.
“It is not. We are what? Friends with benefits? Me watching Blackhawk highlights to catch a glimpse of you is ridiculous.”
“Friends with benefits? Hmmm... I definitely consider you a friend now and this is definitely a benefit... but I don’t know if I’d call this that.” Jon’s hand grazes her back and Bekah arches into him.
“What would YOU call this? Fuck buddies?” Bekah sits up and Jon busts out laughing.
“No... I don’t know what to call it okay but I like this. All of it. The texting, the sex, the convo...” Jon goes to stand up.
“Are you leaving?” Bekah stares at his perfect body as he crosses the room and pulls the sheets up her own in a moment of insecurity.
“I’m staying tonight. Did you see the bag? I was thinking a shower sounded nice.” He keeps walking. “Aren’t you coming?” Bekah leaps out of the bed and follows him into the bathroom.
Jon kisses her hard then sneak out for morning skate while Bekah heads down to the lobby to meet up with the ladies.
“I just heard the group over there buzz that Jonathan Toews just left this hotel.” Brynn leans into Bekah.
“Oh really?” Bekah wills her face to not flood red.
“Any reason that man would be leaving super early from a hotel in the city he lives in, especially when he was in Philadelphia yesterday for a game?” Brynn stares at her now bright red best friend’s face. “Yeah, your face tells me all I need to know. I know you don’t want to talk about it now but we WILL be talking about your little secret Beks.” The use of Jon’s nickname rolls off Brynn’s tongue.
“Did you just call me?” Bekah’s mouth hangs open.
“Oh I heard him call out to you at the game. I’m not sure why you have been hiding this from me?” Bekah pulls Brynn away from the group.
“Because how do you tell your best friend that you spent two nights with a man you hardly know and have been texting since?”
“Wait, 2 nights? I’d clap for you if we weren’t in public.”
“Rin. Seriously. I don’t know what this is with him.”
“It’s good clearly because it looks like you didn’t sleep a wink.” Brynn’s sly smile makes Bekah’s face flame again.
“Well are you seeing him tonight? They have the night off.”
“Yes, dinner at his place.”
“Find your answers then friend. If ya want them.”
Jon picked Bekah up around 4 after a day of shopping in all the go to places in Chicago. His car starts heading in the direction of his place.
“You live in Lincoln Park? Isn’t that a drive to work?” Bekah takes in the surroundings and direction they were heading.
“Yeah...wait, how do you know the neighbors so well? Most tourists know know the Mile and such.” Jon’s eyes drift to Bekah.
“Didn’t look at my diploma on my wall huh?” She clicks her tongue.
“Noooo....” Jon tries to recall if he noticed a diploma on the wall.
“DePaul. I went to DePaul for school.” Bekah giggles flicking her finger towards the direction of campus and Jon slams on his breaks at the light.
“Wait. What the hell? Seriously. So that means...when did you graduate?” Jon’s eyebrows are knit together processing.
“09.” Bekah answers with a smirk forming.
“So that’s two seasons we were in the same damn city! Fuck.” Jon’s jaws flex at the realization.
“First of all, I had my nose in a book for four years which is why I have only one real friend from college. Two, unless you were riding the L way too late avoiding your junior year roommate’s sexcapades, I didn’t get out much. Three, you wouldn’t have even noticed me if we did meet. Remember...average.” Bekah pulls her legs up onto her seat and wraps her arms around them.
“Beks, I would have fucking noticed you and now I feel like an idiot when we first talked how this girl knew so much about Chicago.” Jon takes another glance at Bekah before turning. “Townhouse is this way.” He points and Bekah’s mouth drops open.
“This is not a fucking townhouse Toews. It’s a damn mansion in Lincoln Park!”
“I just bought it so the decorations aren’t really me. Let’s just head in.” Jon ignores her shocked face and rounds the car to hold out his hand for Bekah.
“And I’m pretty sure five maybe more of my apartments could fit in it!” Bekah’s assessment was accurate of the place Jon called home in Chicago. After a small tour the two headed up to the rooftop where Jon prepared dinner.
“Could you come back here after playoffs?” Jon shoves food in his mouth and looks over at Bekah.
“You are making the playoffs?” She winks at him.
“Well, it looks to be that way. We can hang out before I head home. Plus, I’m gonna need to um...release some tension post playoffs. Damnit, that sounds worse coming out than it sounded in my head.” Jon pinches the bridge of his nose.
Bekah chokes on the wine she was sipping on. “Shit what? Like the whole athletes don’t have sex during playoffs is really a thing?”
“Well they either have a ton of sex or release or none...I tend to fall in the none category.”
“And this works?” Bekah clears her throat and takes another sip.
“Well, I’ve been to the playoffs every year I have been in the league but the first and have two cups.”
“You have TWO Stanley Cups?” Bekah’s hands hit the table and Jon laughs loudly.
“Yes Beks. And please don’t look it up. My beard is unattractive.” Bekah makes a mental note to ask Brynn. “Let’s head to bed. I’ve got a game tomorrow.”
The game was great for the Jackets and not so much for Jon and his team. He did score and it took everything in Bekah’s being to not stand and cheer when he did. Brynn eyed Bekah when it happened. Her knowing Bekah’s secret was a good and bad thing.
Jon: meet me in front of the locker room please. I know you are coming down here.
Bekah: you sure?
Jon: I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.
Bekah smiles.
Jon: I mean you are the one keeping this a secret.
Bekah: Rin knows.
Jon: yeah?
Bekah: I’ll see you in a minute.
Bekah followed the rest of the Ladies to the United Center locker room area. “He’s that way.” Brynn points to the home locker room where Jon stood freshly showered and in a suit. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning...ish.” She laughs and gives Bekah’s ass a little love tap as she starts walking.
“Nice sweater.” He pulls on the strings of Bekah’s new thirds jersey the Lady Jackets bought each girl. “It doesn’t have another man’s name on it, does it?” Jon almost growls and Bekah goes to show him the blank back while biting her lip. “You would look much better in a red Blackhawks one in my opinion.” Jon’s finger runs down her sleeve.
“Sorry you lost but I got to see you score!” Bekah lifts up to kiss him and then drops down to the ground realizing they were in his world. His lips press against her forehead before she even looks back up.
“Let’s get out of here Beks.” Jon puts his arm around her and leads her to the car. It was in that moment she became even more confused about what they were. He clearly didn’t care who know knew or saw their exchange but yet they weren’t dating. And they established that a relationship wasn’t a good idea back in January. Now the lines were very blurry and she wondered if it was timing or something else.
#tazer me 19#what’s in a name fic#WIAN#jonathan toews fic#jonathan toews#love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻♀️
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GAME KIDS TIME for Dante Going Fuckin Berserk for the first time (cuz you sent it to me years ago and it's still sitting in my inbox lmao)
ohhhh nice! hahaha. I actually rewrote the whole beginning of that one night because I had the thought of "no, this needs more build up." because it used to just start with the kids in the Game, hearing the singing and then Dante popped.
(I also need to rewrite it again now that the kids are more Aware of Dante's trauma with Hell hahaha)
(here is a read more because I have more to say than I thought I would)
Then Dante's fire sparked up, a hotter and bigger flame. [...] They blasted Frank, Abraham, and Vektor straight out of the game and they hit Petel as he dove into the cover. The burns and the heat around him didn't cease, the waves rocketing out past the visible horizon in every direction.
I did my best to convey Inferno here and I still like it hahaha. getting the same 'fire fire fire' thing that'd probably be going through Dante's head is an interesting challenge, since we're in Petel's pov, but it worked out pretty okay?
There, in the middle of a scorched circle on the ground, was Dante, crumpled on the floor in a familiar way. Though, the only thing recognisable as Dante was the soft, wavy blond hair and the knowledge that Dante had been at the centre and cause of this. Dante's clothes had been torn and were now grey and all available skin Petel could see had been scorched charcoal black.
hey I really like writing character descriptions whoop. also, fun fact! Dante's Berserk aftermath is based off an Elsen (from the game OFF)! that's why he head asplode, actually.
"Why can't he utilise this power into a more constructive gain for us?" Vektor lamented loudly. Knowing Vektor, he was probably also waving his hands about and nearly knocking himself over from the movements. "Every time he shows any kind of prowess in his abilities, it's to our detriment. Every time! He's a jeopardy to the mission."
"Your mission." Abraham's voice came across as cool, but as annoyed as Petel was growing. "He made a mistake, it happens."
I just really still like this exchange, honestly. Abraham being the one to throw that back in Vektor's face was supposed to show his growth, but honestly Abraham is just really friendly and patient towards Dante ;w;
Finally, Dante said, "Sorry."
Petel's response was immediate. "It's okay."
"I-I got scared. And then. I couldn't stop it."
Petel gave it a moment of thought. Back to when all he could comprehend was teeth and claws and making sure every living thing in his vicinity was torn to shreds. He shrugged in the end. "It happens."
even now, EVEN NOW, Dante's still not being truthful about things. he just lies about the root cause of his Berserk because, to him, it's all Fear and Trauma wrapped up in a neat little package (named Orpheus and Hell, but no one would know that since they haven't seen Orpheus yet) and so he just tries to use his Excuse here in a desperate attempt to keep the others out of the loop still. Dante man what the fuck are you doing
One of the Gargoyles dove suddenly, aiming for Dante. Petel managed to claw its wing enough to redirect it, but it still nicked Dante's exposed arm. Dante's mouth opened, a half-formed scream not quite making it out, before his head exploded in a spray of black liquid and a column of black smoke spilled out of his neck. Petel and the two Gargoyles hesitated. For once, Petel sincerely hoped it was just that Dante had been killed, had been logged out of the game. "Uh. Paige?"
"What the hell is going on?" Her voice came over with a stronger terrified tone than she probably meant. "Dante's stats just rocketed up by a 400-times multiplier and he's got 5% health left and the computer's refusing to tell me why it's going mad like this."
The creature formerly Dante straightened itself up, now taller and with broader shoulders. The claws had grown and whiffs of black smoke drifted off their sharp tips with every slight movement, while Dante's legs had curled backwards and the clawed feet had become stumps, nearly hoof-like. A constant stream of black smoke and spurting blood oozed from the stump of Dante's neck. Petel had nothing better to say than a succinct, "Dante's head came off."
At this, the rest of the crew spoke in unison with Paige. "What?"
head asplode! god I love this scene a lot hahaha. the Gargoyles hesitating, like Petel, is meant to be significant! but Petel can't really pay attention to that right now since their friend's head just exploded. I struggled, also, for a long time on how much exactly to jack up Dante's stats and then went "fuck it, 400x is broken" and settled on that hahaha
Petel desperately wished he could explain it better, but his words were caught in the back of his throat and he knew that if he tried to force them out, all that he'd manage would be whimpering and whines. Dante grabbed the remaining Gargoyle as it tried to escape and tore its wings off, then tossed it away as it dissolved into code. Then the thing turned towards Petel.
Petel had no other instinct. His tail tucked, ears flattened against his head, and he ran.
[...]
Of course, Dante was right there behind him. It didn't seem like Dante could fit in the checkpoint or even get inside, but it didn't stop for a second. It slashed at the checkpoint with those sharp claws, making the structure shake and fizzle and actually damaging the thing. After a few slashes, Dante then dragged its claws along the ground, tossing up some sludge-like lava that splattered against the openings of the checkpoint but was kept out by some invisible force. The walls continued to shake and Petel whimpered quietly. "Paige. Paige, please."
Petel showing real fear!! also very good. also very significant. Dante's coding is so fucked up that it actually breaks some of Petel's coding, too. that Fear is just so palpable that it leaks out and infects those around it. (and also Dante's Warping is just That Bad hahaha, this is why he does his best to be careful all the time)
Frank frowned, slowly tilting his head to the side. "It'd be faster to force the log out, right?"
"What exactly is this risk factor?"
Abraham seemed hesitant to ask and Paige hesitated on answering. That was enough for Petel to figure out the rest. And it wasn't good. "He'd come out without a head. Wouldn't he?"
Paige cringed. Frank and Abraham's jaws dropped open. And Vektor, in fabulous Vektor fashion, rolled his eyes. "There's only a fifteen-point-eight percent chance that the system will mistake Dante's current form for his form on this plane of existence. The odds are in our favour."
"No."
Petel narrowed his eyes at Vektor and Vektor wilted under his glare. Paige twiddled with her fingers. Frank came out of his shock first, giving a strangled cry of outrage. "You'd risk Dante coming back headless and dead just to get him out a little quicker?"
Vektor gulped, voice unsteady. "Technically, he wouldn't be dead. The system would just mistake his current form for your reality." Vektor looked around at them expectantly, but Petel wouldn't budge. Not on this one. [...] Vektor puffed up again, getting huffy. "Look, if we did lose Inferno, why would it matter that much? He's of no great contribution to our mission, anyway."
"Your mission!" Petel growled and surged forward to grab the front of Vektor's suit coat. "Dante. Is not. Useless."
ahh, Vektor. (there's that line again whoooo) I have to rewrite all of this but I always want to show the disconnect between how Vektor treats Dante, because of his built-in muscle memory. Vektor doesn't even understand it himself, but he tends to treat Dante worse than the others just because it's what feels right in his programming.
the rest of this chapter is a lot of me getting the rest of the kids out so Paige and Petel can discuss exactly how Dante's Berserk works hahaha. man, I need to rewrite this...
Dante would get out. Things would be all right. They'd all find this very funny in a week or so. 'Hey, remember that time you went berserk and got trapped in the game for several hours? Wasn't that just a hoot?' 'Not as much as that time you ripped us all to shreds when you went berserk! Ah, how time flies.' They were good enough friends by this point, right?
Petel please what the fuck is this XD
anyway, yeah! those are my thoughts on this chapter as it is in beta form hahaha. the ending is basically Petel reaching a conclusion about his feelings towards Dante and that's why he just thinks of them as dating in the next one (which is also something I need to rework, aaaaaaa) but also showing off the trio as friends!! even though this thing is a couple years old by this point, I still like it a lot!
(sorry to everyone else hahaha if you're really curious about the whole chapter, here's the google doc of it. please don't make a mess of it ;; )
#Game Kids need their own tag#Dante#Berserk: Inferno#Petel#long post#Momo writes stuff#askbox meme#Momo replies to things#I had a lot more to say than I thought I would#boy howdy looking back on my old writing is. an experience.#I'm nearly finished with the chapter that comes before this too#fun times in the Game Kid world!#americanjack
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Because We Got High.
Relationship: Billy & Reader
Warnings: Drug use (it’s just weed) & language.
Words: 1,820
Tags: Fluff & humor.
Billy's been driving around for the last twenty minutes, music blaring and smoking cigarette after cigarette as he looks for Max. She was meant to be at one of her friends' houses, but the little shits apparently jumped from house to house without telling anyone. Everyone was meant to be at the Wheeler's- and boy was that fun having to see Karen Wheeler answer the door side-by-side with her husband, squirming and with pleading eyes to not utter a word of their previous flirtations- but the kids weren't there. So Billy drove to the Byers', and again no luck.
The Sinclair household only had one mouthy little girl that Billy briefly found amusing, and it was she who directed him to the Henderson's.
"Just walk right in," the little girl Erica had told him. "My brother and his friends will most likely ignore the doorbell and Ms. Henderson likes to chase her evening pills with alcohol."
"For being a kid, you know an awful lot about what Ms. Henderson does at night."
"I'm thirteen, you mullet wearing bastard." She had sassed him- actually sassed him before slamming the door in his face and all Billy could do was laugh about it.
The kid had fire and he liked it. It was rather refreshing.
Then having gotten back in his car, he memorized the directions to the Henderson household that Erica had given him and drove.
Pulling up outside the Henderson house, Billy stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray before cutting the engine and climbing out. The lights are all on inside, so he wastes no time stomping up to the front door and ringing the bell.
No answer.
He tries the door knob and it's locked.
"For fucks sake," Billy grumbles, growing agitated.
He then decides to pound on the door with a closed fist, but again there's no answer. There's a TV blaring somewhere inside, but he rather not start peeking through windows and risk the neighbors calling the cops on him. Instead he stomps around to the back of the house and is intent on pounding on the back door, yelling until someone answers him. But the moment he steps foot in the backyard, a strong familiar scent hits him full force and he stumbles to a stop before looking for the source.
Dusty and all his little friends had decided to come over and you knew there'd be no peace in order for you to watch a couple of movies as you had planned. They'd all congregated into Dustin's room which was just right next to yours and immediately they were a loud mess. So after making sure your mother was nice and tuckered out downstairs in front of the TV, you went back into your room and into your closet.
At the very top, very back of your closet was your secret stash of weed that was only smoked in emergency situations. And this? This was an emergency of boredom that you needed to quell right away.
So after making sure you had everything in your box, you tuck it under your arm and go back downstairs to exit the back door. In your backyard is the only thing left that reminds everyone of your fathers presence before he split- a large treehouse in the sturdiest tree that Dustin and his friends usually chilled out in when they weren't inside.
There's an actual staircase that wraps around the tree and you climb them all the way up to the house itself. Then plopping down in one of the bean bags, you set the box in your lap, open it up, and smile as you stare down at its contents.
After rolling a blunt and lighting up, you take a deep drag and let the smoke settle in your lungs before blowing it out. Drag after drag, your body starts to loosen up and you quickly find yourself sprawled on the floor of the treehouse.
You have more than enough weed for another blunt and you lazily start to roll another one.
Before you can light up, however, a voice stalls you.
"You do know the entire back yard smells like weed, right? You looking to be busted?"
Rolling over, you belly crawl to the door and look down. Standing in your backyard, looking far too handsome for his own good, is none other than Billy Hargrove. "You gonna be a narc, Hargrove?"
He walks over to the bottom of the stairs, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Do I know you?"
"Nah. We don't have classes together, but you made an impression on all the little sheep at school. Name's Y/N. I'm Dustin's sister."
"Hmm." He glances at the house once more. "So can I just walk in and grab Max or..?"
"They got a D&D session going on, so good luck, man."
Billy huffs and turns around, stomping up to the back door and entering your house. You watch, lighting up your second blunt of the night and wait. A handful of minutes pass before Billy exits alone, looking a little more agitated than he had moments before.
Chuckling softly, you hold out the blunt so he can see the embers burning bright in the night. "Need a little relaxation while you wait? Come on up, Hargrove. I don't bite." Billy sighs but makes his way towards the stairs nonetheless. Laughing as he ducks to enter through the door, you roll onto your back and hold out the blunt towards him. "Welcome to Stoners Anonymous. I'm Y/N and I'll be your host this evening."
Billy's agitation is quickly wiped away and a smile takes place of his scowl. He takes the offered blunt and holds it to his lips, taking a long drag as he lets his head fall back and eyes close in pure bliss. Blowing out the smoke, he then takes a seat. "That's good. Who's your dealer?"
"A good customer never reveals her sources until at least the third smoking party."
"Whatever you say." He takes another hit, letting his gaze wander around the spacious treehouse. "You know, a good host usually has snacks for when the munchies hit."
On cue, your stomach rumbles and Billy chuckles as you groan. Cursing quietly, you sit up and crawl over to a stack of crates that act as a stand of cubbies. Pulling out a walkie talkie, you turn it on and hold down the button. "Calling all nerds. Calling all nerds. Take a break from D&D and bring me some noms. Over."
Billy grins, passing the blunt back to you. You take a drag as the walkie in hand crackles to life. "Are you high? Over." Someone giggles before it cuts out.
"As a kite. Now bring me some noms. Enough for two. Over."
"Two? How much did you smoke?!"
"Don't question me, Dusty, or I'm telling mom what really happened to Mews."
The walkie goes quiet, so Billy asks, "Mews?"
"Mhm," You distractedly nod. "Mom's cat that she fucking adored more than her own kids. My idiot brother brought home something feral and it ate Mews. We had to tell her, her beloved cat ran away."
"That's wild."
"Alright. What do you want? Over."
You first pump victoriously. "Pizza rolls."
Billy's nose wrinkles. "Screw that. You got cash? We'll drive and pick up burgers."
Your eyes widen as you beam at him. "You're my new favorite person! Here. Finish it," you tell him while passing the blunt back to him. "I'll go get some cash and shoes, and meet you out front."
Tossing the walkie aside, you watch as Billy picks it up to speak into it. "Cancel the rolls. Y/N and I are driving for food instead."
"Billy?!"
He smirks. "Hello, Maxine. Since you and your nerds are taking forever, I'm taking Y/N for food."
A bunch of rambling comes over the walkie and he clicks it off, tossing it on one of the bean bags. Then with the blunt between his lips, he exits the treehouse and saunters down the stairs.
By the time Billy makes it around front, you're standing rather impatiently in the middle of the sidewalk. All the kids are on the front stoop, glancing between you and him.
"So you two are friends?" Dustin asks. "Since when? You don't socialize, Y/N."
"Whatever. We officially met tonight. Shared a blunt and now we're the best of friends!"
"The best," he leers, coming up beside you and throwing an arm around your shoulders.
All the boys grimace.
"I don't like it." Dustin grumbles.
"Too bad. I didn't like Mike when he first came around."
"Hey!"
"No offense, Wheeler," you quickly amend. "And now look. I adore all you fuckin' gremlins, but that's about to change if you don't let me leave and get a burger."
"Fine!"
"Fine! Let's go, Hargrove."
Billy flicks the remainder of the blunt to the ground, smirking as he turns and leads you to his car. You readily open the passenger door and climb on in, waving at your brother and his friends who suspiciously keep watch of Billy. After settling in and Billy settling in as well, his engine roars to life and you laugh as AC/DC immediately blares at you.
He peels out in front of your house and you hang your right arm out the window to feel the wind rushing against it.
"Come on, Billy. Show me what your baby's got."
Glancing at you, Billy slowly smirks. He turns down one of the back roads, pressing harder on the gas and picking up speed. You laugh, leaning your head towards the opened window and letting your hair whip every which way. "Whoooo!" You scream.
As you settle back into your seat, your bright eyes land on Billy as he splits his attention between you and the road. "Where the hell have you been since I've been in Hawkins, Henderson?"
You waggle your eyebrows. "If you'd stop bullying Harrington, hot shot, you'd find me napping somewhere in the room."
He huffs. "Don't tell me you're fond of boy wonder?"
"Eh. Steve's decent." Billy scoffs. "No, I'm serious. If you boys would get over your egos or whatever shit is keeping you from actually being cool with each other, you'd see Steve is a hell of a lot more tolerable than Tommy. Because seriously, gross. You can do a lot better than Tommy, my dude."
"You talk a lot. I'm honestly surprised I've never met you before."
"Mhm. I think I'm possibly one of the last remaining females who hasn't taken you for a ride."
"Just name the time and place, sweetheart, and we'll rectify that."
"Smooth, Hargrove. Very smooth."
"I try."
"Well try driving faster because I've got a serious case of the munchies and if you don't feed me soon, I'm gonna get cranky."
He chuckles. "Whatever you say, Henderson. Whatever you say."
#imagine#billy hargrove x reader#billy x reader#billy hargrove imagine#stranger things imagine#billy hargrove#stranger things#dacre montgomery imagine#dacre montgomery x reader#billy hargrove x you#dacre montgomery x you#fanficimagery#henderson!reader#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#max mayfield#billy hargrove fanfiction#dacre montgomery fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#billy hargrove fluff
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[KH side story translation] the beginning of Other Diamonds
“Riku!”
Sora runs up like he always does, kicking up sand as he approaches, which wakes Riku up.
“Noisy as always, aren’t you, Sora?”
“Because you’re being lame and just laying on the ground when we came all the way out here.”
“Unlike you little children, I’m tired.”
Sora and Riku were a year apart. Only a year. Even though they were so close in age, pointing out the difference was always enough to shut up Sora when he was being kind of annoying. Sure enough, Sora pouts and wrinkles his face.
“Did you need something from me?”
“Nah, nothing really.”
Sora grabs his knees and sits next to Riku.
“I mean, Riku, all you do lately is sit and look at the ocean.”
“You say that as if there’s anything else on this island to look at.”
Riku peers at Sora’s face. He must’ve been doing some sword play. Wakka and Selphie can be heard yelling as they play in the distance.
This inlet is a little far off from where everybody plays, and not a lot of people come here. Even the waves crashing against the shore sound a little more calm.
“You know the ocean’s never going to change no matter how long you look at it, right?”
“That’s not true.”
“Hmm, I wonder…”
Sora tilts his head.
“What are you two doing?”
A smile appears on Sora’s face as he turns to look at who the voice came from.
It was Kairi.
“Nothing really,” Riku says, slowly turning back and smiling a bit.
“Ah, you’re doing nothing, are you?”
Kairi sits next to Sora.
“Nothing sure is boring, huh?” Sora says to Kairi, looking for a kindred spirit.
“I think it’s nice to sit and look at the ocean every once in a while.”
Not getting the answer he wanted from Kairi, Sora pouts again.
“Hey, Riku, wanna do the usual?”
Sora turns toward Riku.
“Hmm?”
“A beach race!”
That was a short race Sora and Riku would sometimes run around this inlet. They’d start at the inlet and run to the paopu tree at the top of the cliff. The rules were simple – just touch the paopu tree and run back.
“Again?” Riku asked, exasperated, and shrugged his shoulders.
“What do you mean ‘again’? It’s been forever! I think the last time we did that was, uh…”
“Three days ago,” he stated, even more exasperated.
Just three days ago they had raced, and the result was Sora’s crushing defeat. But Sora would never stop trying until he won, no matter how badly he was beaten.
“If I were to keep losing like Sora does, would I keep on trying until I win?” Riku had thought about that sometimes, but wasn’t sure if he would.
“Yeah, it’s been a whole three days!”
Kairi chuckles as Sora stands up assertively.
“If you insist. Just once, though.”
“Hooray!”
Sora does a little jump as Riku reluctantly stands up.
“I’ll be the referee,” Kairi says, walking to a higher spot from which she can see the start line.
“The usual rules apply. Take any route you want. First one to tag that tree and make it back here wins.”
“Yeah, yeah, got it,” Sora says, nodding at Riku’s explanation.
“If I win, I’m captain!” Sora declares.
In response to Sora’s proclamation, Riku glances at the logs lined up on the sandy beach. Riku, Sora, and Kairi had gathered them together. They were trying to build a raft right now with those logs. In order to go somewhere that isn’t here – to go somewhere else, beyond the sea.
“And if you win…”
Sora tries to continue, but Riku interrupts him with a thought that came to his mind.
“I’ll eat a paopu with Kairi.”
Sora physically stops in his tracks, surprised by Riku’s blunt assertion.
“Huh?”
“Deal? The winner gets to share a paopu with Kairi.”
“Wha, wait a minute…”
Sora gets flustered.
The paopu tree. There was a special legend about its fruit.
“The two who have shared the fruit of that tree shall be tied together for eternity.”
I know who Sora wants to share the paopu fruit with. And, perhaps, who Kairi wants to share it with as well.
“Ready? On your marks!”
Oblivious to their conversation, Kairi’s voice echoes over the beach.
“3, 2, 1…go!”
Kairi kicks off the battle. Riku runs straight across the tree bridge, but it looks like Sora had opted to run along the beach route. Riku knows that the beach route is actually faster if you run it quickly enough. The bridge has gaps and running smoothly across the beach is much faster than jumping the trees.
Sora practically ran for his life on the beach. Riku knew that Sora would get serious in response to that challenge. But he can’t take back the words he’d impulsively let slip out of his mouth.
At that time, he’d suddenly remembered that drawing in the cave.
Sora surely doesn’t even know I know about that drawing.
Riku takes the leap from the tree bridge to the watch tower and looks down at the beach. Sora looks like he is running behind.
Riku takes one big, deep breath and jumps up to ride on the slider. If he keeps up this pace, Sora probably won’t overtake him.
The difference between 14 and 15 is still pretty big, and when he’s fought seriously, Riku has never lost to Sora. Sometimes he did lose, but it was either on purpose or because he was annoyed and not really putting effort into it. Sora hasn’t noticed that, but Riku thinks Kairi might have. He also thinks that, someday, he might lose to Sora.
For instance, right now, with how he was winning the battle for how much of Kairi’s heart he occupied.
Riku sent sand flying up as he landed on the beach from the slider. Sora is still behind him. He jumps to the rocky area, and as he goes to touch the paopu tree, Riku jumps up higher to the palm tree growing at his side, where he waits for Sora’s arrival.
Sora finally jumps up from the ground, and, confirming that he touched the paopu tree, Riku jumps to the wooden bridge.
Kairi is just beyond their line of sight, and Kairi is staring at Sora.
I probably won’t lose to Sora today, either, but I’m sure I will someday. If that’s true, then…
Sora runs in a daze.
That’s definitely why I can’t beat Sora.
“Whoooo!”
Riku had lost, just by a couple of steps.
“I did it!” Sora yells, falling down on the beach. Riku looks down at his face.
“Sure is like you to get all worked up over who’s captain, Sora,” Riku tells him, calm and composed.
Sora then puffs his cheeks, sulking.
“Uh, a-about that thing you said…” Sora asked.
“That thing I said? Oh, about the paopu fruit. It was a joke. You should’ve seen the face you made…it sure was funny,” Riku says, as Kairi runs up to the two.
“Congratulations, Sora!”
Sora answers by raising a fist, as if he didn’t have the energy to face Kairi.
“What were you two talking about?”
“Secret,” Riku answers, jumping to leave the inlet towards the cliff. He kind of wanted to be alone.
“Where are you going?”
“Also secret.”
Kairi tilts her head a little, staring at Riku, who’d answered bluntly.
“And you won’t beat me next time, either!” Sora shouts.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
And Riku climbs the cliff.
People don’t tend to come up the cliff. Riku stares fixedly toward the horizon.
There’s no way I can lose to Sora.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d convinced himself of that. Probably since he’d noticed how Kairi felt. Because of that, he’d convinced himself that there’s no way he could lose to Sora at something else – like that race they’d just had.
I’m jealous of him.
I can’t desperately push myself like he did back there, and I can’t smile like him either.
Why am I the only one who’s a year older?
He might not have felt that way if he were the same age as them.
I can kind of feel a pain deep in my chest.
The wind felt nice, but he was still in a bad mood.
If Sora weren’t here – or if Kairi weren’t here – I’d probably get along fine with whoever was here. But right now, I don’t know what I should do. This world is so cruel that I dream of both a world without Sora and a separate world without Kairi.
The wind blows through.
Is this wind coming from the sea?
Or is it coming from the sky?
The sea and the sky in front of me are the same as always – and this world will never change.
Riku closes his eyes. Even with his eyes closed, the image of the blue of the sea and the sky is burned in.
I wanted to be pulled out of this unchanging world.
“The door will soon open.”
Riku opens his eyes, responding to the voice that came out of nowhere.
“Who are you!?”
However, there’s nobody there. All he could hear was the cries of the seagulls and the sound of the waves.
“The door will soon open.”
He heard it once again.
I have heard this voice before.
Yes – I know whose voice this is.
“You understand the darkness within you, don’t you?”
“And what of it?” Riku yells, to the voice coming from the darkness within him – to Ansem’s voice.
“Then why won’t you submit to it? Just go ahead and destroy Sora, or Kairi.”
“Like hell I would!”
When he comes to, his surroundings are pitch black.
I can’t see the blue anymore. I can no longer see the sky and sea I remember fondly.
(Because I feel a bit bad just posting something so long without this, you can find the novel at the following link! It has a lot of other short stories that aren’t quite as interesting but still fun to read if you know Japanese, and of course some Shiro Amano illustrations - though none for this story in particular: https://www.amazon.co.jp/gp/product/4757521529)
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A Year After - Morgan
Summary: What happens in the 365 days since Morgan left Sweetridge for her dream job in Boston.
Word Count: 2510
Pairing: Morgan (F) x Sawyer (past tense) Morgan x ???
Rating: PG-13, there’s smut but it’s pretty tamed
Tag List: @desiree---1986 @kacie-0156 @shakespeareanwannabe
A/N: This is the first out of two parts for this. The second piece will be Sawyer’s year after Morgan leaves Sweetridge.
P.S. This is prior to me reading Book Two as well as a modified ending to Book One.
“I….”
“Seriously? Did everything that’s happened the last few weeks mean so little to you?”
“No! Sawyer, I couldn’t say goodbye because the last few weeks have meant everything to me! All last night, I kept trying to find the right moment to tell you, but every time…I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
Sawyer shakes his head repeatedly, “I just don’t believe it. You could’ve said something when we snuck off, before we…we…”
He doesn’t finish his statement, he just turns away from her, hopping back up on his horse.
“Sawyer…”
“Hope that job gives you everything you want, Morgan.”
She watches as he taps the horse’s side, causing his horse to start walking back up to the ranch. Getting back in the car, she looks back at the Oakley’s, Cliff patting his son’s shoulder as he walks into the house.
I’m doing the right thing, right? This is what I’ve been working towards for years.
“Alright Spike, let’s go.” She looks over to at the cactus, but for some reason she gets the feeling that if it could, it would give her a disapproving look.
Fall
Morgan has settled into a quick-paced and comfortable routine at The Weekly. Spending those few weeks in Montana really helped her grow and she’s a force to be reckoned with now. Well, more of a force.
“Morgan, we’re heading out for drinks, wanna join us?” Adam asks her. Every other Friday night, Adam, Lucy and Dan all go out to blow off some steam and each time, she’s told them no.
When she first got to Boston, her heart was still broken over how her and Sawyer left things. She didn’t want to go out when she could just bury herself in work to feel better.
“C’mon, we know you already have your article written and submitted. It’ll be fun, I swear!”
Lucy was right, technically Morgan had her article finished yesterday and she was already starting the research on her next one. Plus, it wasn’t like she had anyone waiting on her back home, Spike pretty much took care of himself. She looks at her phone, one more time, seeing zero notifications before shrugging.
“Okay, I’m in!”
The group of co-workers cheer as Morgan grabs her coat and they all pile out into the chilly Boston streets and head to the bar.
“Wait, you met a real-life cowboy?”
“Yup,” she tosses back another shot. Morgan hardly drank, but since leaving Sweetridge, it became a more frequent habit.
“And you left his sexy self behind!” Dan practically shrieks and dramatically fans himself.
Lucy rolls her eyes, “Okay drama queen, chill.”
Morgan gives the group a straight smile, “Sexy or not, this was and is my dream job. I couldn’t pass that up. Even for a rodeo riding’ cowboy.”
“He could ride –”
“Do NOT finish that sentence, Dan.” Lucy cuts him off, causing the whole group to bursts into laughter.
Winter
“I’m pleased to announce that the promotion is going to Morgan Garrity.”
The office erupts into cheers as Morgan turns bright red. At the end of the day, her friends have thrown together a small celebration.
“There she is! Ms. Fancy pants!” Adam hoots as she walks in, smiling.
“Aww. Guys! You’re the best!” She hugs each of them before picking up a flute of champagne, sipping it.
“The best deserves the best,” Lucy winks.
“So, how are we going to finish out the night? Should we go to Whisky Saigon or Tunnel?” Dan suggests.
“We always go to Tunnel, why not try out Royale?” Lucy retorts.
“It’s Morgan’s night.” Adam turns to her, “What do you want to do?”
“Oh uhm,” she looks at the clock, “I was planning on going home and watching Smalltown, USA.”
“The show that documents a small unknown town in America? Why would you…ohhhhh!” Dan gives her a knowing look.
Her face burns red, “I don’t know what that look is for.”
“Mr. Sexy cowboy’s town’s on tonight, is it!?” Dan jumps up and down, “Change of plans, TV premiere at Morgan’s!”
“Yes! We can get box wine and popcorn on the way! Let’s go!” Lucy says as they all begin to pile out of the office and into the parking lot.
“Is it too much to ask for a night in alone?” She says with a snort.
“We could break in your new desk if you want,” Adam winks, pulling Morgan closer to him before his lips meet hers. She lets herself melt into him, this was a new fling. Her first fling since Sawyer, well, was that a fling? Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t harbor those feelings forever.
“Dan and Lucy could walk in. Let’s go.” She grabs her coat and scarf before pulling him along.
About an hour later, the four are sitting in Morgan’s apartment; Lucy and Morgan are both curled up on the couch while Adam sits in the chair next to Morgan and Dan is sitting on the floor in front of the girls.
Morgan feels her stomach flop as the intro music begins to play, regretting her idea of not only watching it with friends, but in general. She turns to Adam who brushes his fingers against her knuckles causing her to blush.
“On this episode of Smalltown, USA we’re are going to Big Sky Country. That’s right we will be in Montana, a little town known as Sweetridge.”
“Whoooo!” Dan chants, clearly having a good time.
The episode shows footage of the small town, capturing iconic shots of Asha’s general store along with both the Mendoza’s and Oakley’s ranches.
It’s so beautiful!” Lucy squeals, staring at the breath-taking scenery.
Morgan sucks in a quick breath and feels her body completely freezes when she sees him. At first, it’s from behind, but his black hat is a dead giveaway. He’s on Dolly, he’s rounding up the cows as the cameraman zooms in, his face plasters the TV screen. There he was. Sawyer Oakley. Spanning out across her 55” flat screen.
“Pinch me! I must be dreaming. He is smokin’!” Dan says causing Lucy to pantomime fanning him. He looks over at Morgan who is still frozen.
“No way, Morgs.” She turns to him, “That’s him, isn’t it? That’s Mr. Sexy Cowboy!” Dan doesn’t need her to answer, he can tell by her reaction alone.
“Uhm…yeah…that’s him.” She turns back to the screen before sneaking a side glance at Adam who isn’t too pleased with the revelation.
The episode continues along with Dan’s crude cowboy puns. Morgan sees each of her friends, realizing just how much she’s been missing them. She feels her cheeks turn bright red when the camera then pans over to Sawyer. A shirtless Sawyer carrying a crate of what she assumed was Mendoza bourbon. She feels jealous rage when she watches Juliette wrap her hands around his upper arm.
“I’m sorry Morgs, but I’m totes judging you for leaving. If that was me, you wouldn’t be able to pry me out of his arms. Look at those muscles. My gawd!” Dan exclaims.
“It’s getting late, I’m going to head home.” Adam doesn’t wait for goodbyes before walking right out of her apartment.
“What’s up with him?” Lucy says.
“I’ll go check, be right back,” Morgan steps over Dan and rushes out of the door, catching Adam at the elevator.
“Adam. What was that about?”
“I figured I was a rebound, but you could’ve told me that we looked alike.” He shakes his head, “That why you picked me? Easier for you to think of him?”
“Adam, stop. That’s not true at all.”
“You’re not even over him, are you? I saw your face.” The elevator dings and opens as he steps in, “You need to figure out what you want.”
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It wasn’t until everyone had left that night and she was lying in bed, did reality finally hit her. Everything that she’d been trying to shove down, immediately came up when she saw him. She starts sobbing, clinging to her pillow as if it was him.
She knew Adam was right. She wasn’t over Sawyer. And she’d be lying if she said she never saw the resemblance between the two of them.
I can’t just go back, can I? Just show up and ask for my job back? For him back? My friends back?
Spring
She wakes up before he does, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts before her day begins. Looking over at him, she feels her heart heavy, the sinking feeling that she’s tried to push down just fills her entirely. It’s been months since she left, just a few shy of a year, but she couldn’t understand why things still lingered.
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
“Well good morning,” he props himself up on one arm before pulling her down to him. He pulls her into a deep kiss while pushing himself on top of her. His lips slowly trail down her neck. She knew it was Adam. Kissing her, holding her, causing pleasure to ripple through her. But that didn’t stop her from letting herself imagine that it was the man who still had her heart.
He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
He lets out a soft groan in response to her moaning, his hands explore her bare skin as he pushes himself into her. She buries her face in the curve of his neck, gently biting down to conceal a scream.
It’s not long before she’s ready to stop fighting and let the pleasure wash over her. She can feel him getting close before moaning out his name.
“Sawyer…”
“Nice. Really nice Morgan,” Adam grumbles as he snatches his clothes off of the floor.
“A…Adam, I’m so sorry!” She tries to get him to stop, but he’s already half-dressed and looking for his keys.
“I don’t know why I did that.” He finally stops and looks at her.
“You aren’t over him. I told you to figure it out. I’m done.”
She sinks back onto the bed before she hears him slam the door behind him. She knew he was right, she couldn’t keep pushing it down.
* *
The last couple days at work were awkward and full of tension. Not only was Adam not speaking to her, Lucy and Dan weren’t exactly fans of her. When everything went down with Adam, he of course called up Dan to talk it out who then called Lucy. Let’s just say they weren’t too thrilled to learn about the short affair or her lingering feelings for Sawyer secondhand.
Not to mention the fact all of her inner conflicts were starting to come through into her work. She had been called into her boss’ office twice already over sources not being fully vetted as well as missing deadlines.
This went from being her dream job to just being a job. A place where for nine plus hours a day, she felt suffocated. Truly longing for the freedom Montana gave her all those months ago.
It was another silent day, Lucy and Dan gave a small wave and smile, but that’s all she got from them nowadays. It didn’t help that a lot of that was her fault. They had tried several times to get her to go out with them, sometimes with Adam, but most times without him, but she kept them at a distance.
She’s flipping through her photographs when she finds the one of everyone from their hike.
“I quit.” She announces.
“What did she just say?” Lucy asks Dan who just shrugs.
Her boss comes walking out of his office and she runs up to him, “I quit.”
“What?”
“I gotta get out of here. I quit.” She quickly shoves the few things on her desk that she wants to keep before practically running out the door.
“Go get that cowboy!” Dan yells behind her.
Summer
“I know what you’re thinking,” she looks over at the cactus sitting in her passenger’s seat, “I should’ve taken a plane this time. Or maybe called someone as a heads up. But I couldn’t let anyone stop me. I had to do this, Spike.”
The cactus sits there, silently, because it’s a cactus.
“You know, I think this is where we broke down last time.” Morgan looks around trying to see if she’s getting any closer.
Suddenly, she slams on her breaks, veering to the side to dodge a stray pair of cows walking in the road.
“MoOoOooO!!” The cow appears angry.
Catching her breath, Morgan fans herself; the commotion caused her to break out in a thin layer of sweat.
“Bessie!” She hears a familiar voice shout at the cow, who is now eating grass in the field across from where she came from.
A smile plasters on her face when she sees Dallas and Curly rushing over her way. Without hesitation, she jumps out of her car and waits. Curly notices her first.
“No way! I knew you’d come back!” His delighted squeals cause Dallas to look her way.
He doesn’t say anything and she can’t get a good read on him either. Before she could tell by a subtle smirk but he was reading blank.
“What brings you back!?! How’s your job? We have so much to catch up on!”
The pair watches as Dallas ropes Bessie and begins walking her back, still not saying anything to Morgan.
“Guess I deserve the silent treatment.”
“He’s always a grouch. Put’s Oscar to shame. Now come on, let’s go see everyone!”
She puts on a brave face, refusing to let herself look like the basket of nerves she is. This was it, the moment to know if she’d made a huge mistake or if this was the beginning of a great adventure.
“Ready?? Curly exclaims as they come up on the group.
Before she can answer, she sees Sayer helping a woman off a horse. A really beautiful blonde woman off a horse. She feels her chest constrict as he places his hand on her lower back, as that woman flashes him a flirtatious smile and as his cheeks turn red.
He says something to her, she tosses her head backwards with a laugh. Morgan watches as the woman playfully touches his arm and lets it linger.
Curly and her are close enough to hear them, but not to where Sawyer can see her.
“Same time tomorrow, Cowboy?”
“Same time tomorrow,” he tips his hat towards the unknown woman before she walks right passed Morgan.
Morgan feels her mouth dry. She knew she couldn’t be upset that he had moved on, it had been a year, but she couldn’t help but have hoped he would still be there when she came back.
Shaking her head, she stops walking, “I…I can’t, Curly. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning around, she takes off back towards her car.
“Morgan, wait!” Curly calls back.
Sawyer’s head snaps in their direction, “Morgan?”
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Yo! Would anything have changed in AMOSC if Magnus didnt become Starwish's Opi? Like, he hadn't found his One yet?? Would Prime have taken her in?? Ratchet?? Would it change a lot or a little??
Ummmmmm okay buckle up for a long ramble because I can never talk about my stories and keep it SHORT XP.
Yes and no? If Ultra Magnus had never sparkmated, he might have still ended up in the running to be her caretaker because he would still have been very respected and known as a decent, honorable mech. But honestly, yes, either Optimus would have taken her in or (more likely) Ratchet would have. Fun fact: Ratchet almost DID end up as her caretaker in AMOSC. I had it in my plot notes and everything once I knew I wanted her to be a medic, because who better to raise a medic than a medic? I still have those notes I think ... buried in the eternal void all my other plot notes seem to disappear to. But then I was rewatching the TFPrime eps where Magnus first shows up and my muses flipped the table with visions of Ultra Magnus learning kindness and family from her while teacher her to stand up for herself and the rest is history :). Second fun fact: other mechs in the running to be her caretaker/Opi other than Optimus and Ratchet (Ultra Magnus was not on my original list, funnily enough he was a literal last minute change) were Alpha Trion and Prowl. Because Wise Immortal Archivist™ and Logical Tactician™. Alpha Trion would have been less her intended caretaker and more the result of Optimus frantically calling for advice/to see if Alpha Trion would mind taking in a civilian to work in his archives for her own safety and Trion would have been like- sure. She can stay in the Archivist dorms. I shall make her my apprentice along with Smokescreen. Prowl would have been a literal last resort if Ratchet and Optimus couldn’t do it for whatever reason, because with Prowl at least Optimus knew she’d be treated fairly, no one would dare accusing the SiC strategist of doing anything dishonorable with her, and he has technical experience with younglings thanks to Bluestreak. Prowl and Starwish would have been a lot less Parent-Child relationship and more a trio of Disaster Siblings where the eldest (Prowl) frantically tries to keep order and learn how to Parent his two younger, constantly winding each other up siblings (Starwish and Bluestreak).
For changes ... hard to tell, considering my ability to plot out details of a story over the long-term is kinda patchy at best but with Ratchet, less would have changed in the overarching plot (becoming a medic, unlocking weird program) than things would have changed in the minutia. Starwish would have decided to be a medic earlier, her relationship with Ratchet would have been a bit tricky because she would have been his child and his apprentice at the same time (and whoo boy the angst of the “I don’t believe you memories arc” would have been ... whoooo boy). Starwish would have also developed a much greater tendency toward sarcasm and caustic dialogue as her defense mechanism because Constant Exposure to Ratchet™. I’m also not sure she would have become a Cyber-Ninja. Like- Yoketron might have still offered, but I’m not sure Ratchet would have been so keen on advising her to take it. Honestly I see her learning combat from the commandos Ratchet patches up (and the Wreckers, the Wreckers were originally going to be a way bigger part of Starwish’s life) rather than Yoketron in this alternate path. That’s about all I can think about for the Ratchet Path atm.
I never really gave much thought to how the Alpha Trion, Optimus, and Prowl paths would have gone, so I can’t tell you as much about them. I do remember that Alpha Trion would have realized something was Up with Starwish well before her program physically manifested and taken her more firmly under his cryptic wing and that she would have essentially become Smokescreen’s technically-younger-but-definitely-more-mature sibling figure. She also would have intentionally gone diving into the secrets of Cybertron’s history and stuff out of curiosity, and been a Cyber-Ninja earlier because Alpha Trion would have known about her sooner.
Optimus and Elita would have been awesome tag-teaming parents, Cyber-Ninja-ing would have still happened, but perhaps most interestingly Starwish would have spent more time outside Autobot cities, learning medical skills from the Femme Contingent and generally being nomadic with them (if with longer/more regular visits to civilization because of Hardwire and the Twinlings).
As I said, Prowl path would have been a Sibling Disaster Trio, and instead of straight up Cyber-Ninja she would have picked up a lot from Jazz’s mechs, who Prowl works with surprisingly closely. Possibly even become the Spec Ops go-to medic. Also, the D R A M A that would have gone down during the “your memories aren’t real” arc and then later the courting debacle would have been legendary. Prowl would have probably legit punched someone in the face during the former and Jazz would have been under So Much More Scrutiny from Prowl in the latter. Because Prowl loves his Amica Endura but Starwish is under his care and in his responsibility and Prowl takes that Super Seriously™.
....I hope that answers your questions? This was fun to talk about but I know I rambled a lot. Also, gonna tag @wolfsrainrules cause she might find this ask interesting.
#SE asks#oliverslewty asks#Secret Engima Rambles#AMOSC verse#Starwish (OC)#Ultra Magnus#Optimus Prime#Prowl#Ratchet#secret fun fact since I'm rambling#but in the earliest prototype of this story#Jazz was not originally going to be her sparkmate#and no it was not going to be the Twins either#feel free to guess#but I doubt you will#XD
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February 24th-March 1st, 2020 CTP Archive
The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from February 24th, 2020 to March 1st, 2020. The chat focused on Whispers of the Past by Crona J.
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BOOK CLUB START!
Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Whispers of the Past by Crona J.~! (https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/whispers-of-the-past/list?title_no=191366)
You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace until March 1st, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Discussions are freeform, but we do offer discussion prompts in the pins for those who’d like to have them. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic! Whether you finish the comic or can only read a few pages, everyone is welcome to join and chat with us!
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 1
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic?
2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)?
3. Who is your favorite character?
4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?
5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it!
6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores?
7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content?
8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
FeatheryJustice
So far, first impressions, holy cow the art is amazing.
Ash🦀
1. My favorite part about the beginning was the style. It immediately drew me in how everything was lovingly rendered in color that made me feel like I was seeing the world for the first time. It made me want to paint, too! 2. When we first see the man. Whoo buddy. Whoooooooo buddy. That was... a finely sculpted painting there. I could’ve framed him and hung him on my wall if the artist would let me. WHOOOO BUDDY. 3. My favorite character so far is Martel. I don’t write them often, but I love seeing kids in media, and I love the design of her hair. I know it’s a random thing to make me like her but I just... really like her hairstyle. She’s cute, and I’d guess she’ll be a breath of much-needed light air later in the story. 4. Mystery man and Martel are precious. 5. I point to answer 2 here. That lovingly sculpted chest? My heart was a-flutter I tell you what. 6. The art style is just... SO LOVINGLY RENDERED. The quiet moments of baking bread juxtaposed against a chaotic battle was SO. GOOD. Aaaaaah Could also be that that particular part is my favorite part of making bread so it was extra special aaaaaaah 7-8 I haven’t seen enough of the story to answer these yet! But the art is banging and I can’t wait to read more. Subscribed.
Eightfish (Puppeteer)
I've read this before and the art and story aren't really my thing. Since critique is allowed I could give art comments if CronaJ would find that kind of thing helpful? But even though I won't be following the story I was still impressed by how much care the author puts into it. Both from looking at their comic and from reading their comments on this discord and on the tap forum it's clear they've put a ton of effort into the art and story, and haven't cut any corner.s And all the panels are so rendered. I wonder how long it takes to draw a page?(edited)
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Hey everyone! I'm the artist and writer of Whispers of the Past. I want to thank you all for your kind comments and observations so far. It really means a lot to me to hear what others think of this heartfelt project. I know that the story is in the beginning stages right now. But I'm looking to post the end of the first chapter this week, so hopefully a bit more will be revealed soon. Please feel free to ask me questions about anything, or (to answer @Eightfish (Puppeteer)'s question), to offer critiques for how I can improve what I'm doing.(edited)
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
@FeatheryJustice & @Ash🦀 I'm glad you enjoy the artwork. The painting process is probably what takes me the longest when it comes to pages. In response to @Eightfish (Puppeteer)... It takes me around 30-40 hours per page, and I try to post 2-3 page updates. Obviously, the amount of time spent per page varies depending on several factors, such as: the number of panels, the level of complication of poses, how many characters/background elements there are, and sometimes just whatever weird reason my brain isn't working that day ^^; So for my average 5-7 panel pages, they typically take longer than, say, a full-page spread. @Ash🦀 I'm so happy that the first few pages pulled you in! I spent a lot of time deciding on how I wanted to draw those panels, and what style to use, etc. I actually redrew the first 3 pages at least 5 times before settling on them as they are. And, you can hang and frame the image of our male MC if you want, haha, I actually don't have prints of it, but it is something to consider That particular panel was a one-page spread, so I was able to dedicate a bit more detail to it. Maret is a worthy favorite character. She is too pure and precious, and she just wants to make friends with everybody. Even when the "strange man" is kind of curt and unfriendly to her, she wants to befriend him. Also, I am SO unbelievably glad that you picked up on the juxtaposition in the bread-making scene! Ahhhh! I had a lot of fun with that one
FeatheryJustice
1. The Pacing, I love slow starts to comics because I get to absorb it and learn more. 2. Favourite Moment? Dude trying to climb out the window and failing. That was really funny XD 3. Mysterious dude from the water of course. He has pointed ears, you know something is up. 4. I like Maret and the mysterious man, it seems like a child being like 'this is new and I want to learn more' Also thank you for not writing a grating child character. They sometimes turn up too pure to be real, or too grating because they are too real. Maret at least has that nice balance of a healthy child will not acted spoiled but still want things because child like the scene where she was shoo'ed out of the room. 5. I think we talked about htis a long time ago, but I love the way you draw hands and feet! 6. Nothing so far, not sure where the story will head so I can't answer this. 7. I like the start of the mystery and the slow ramp up. We are just getting comfortable and I'm sure we are going to get rocky soon! 8. Art, from seeing Cronaj spend so much time on it, it's freaking amazing. I can almost feel the characters come to life.
Also on a side note, I want Maret to hear from the Conch shell (As a memey joke) "Under the sea, under the sea" XD
(Mysterious man has red hair, I wouldn't be surprised he turned out to be a mermaid XD Sorry I'm just on slight crack theory mode right now. He didn't sell his voice though)
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
When I was first writing and planning this comic, I was a little scared about how slow the start was, but I'm glad that it has been interesting despite the slow nature of the exposition.
2. Favourite Moment? Dude trying to climb out the window and failing. That was really funny XD
@FeatheryJustice Accurate! He's kind of an idiot, and he panics over nothing. For Maret... I actually based her character partially off of my two younger sisters, so that might be a lot of what contributes to her personality and realism. We did talk about hands and feet before! I love drawing hands, because they are so expressive and complex, but hate drawing feet because they are complicated. But I did study from life to draw Maret's feet, because I felt like I would mess it up otherwise ^^;
Hahahaha! I could definitely make an edit of that, tbh.
FeatheryJustice
That would be a funny joke panel if you ever want to do one. XD It's like replace the diaolgue memes XD
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
And I was partially making a mermaid joke when I had the reference to mermaids in the comic because he is a redhead
Definitely an idea....
I would title the episode "Whispers of the Crack"
FeatheryJustice
OMG YES I would love to see that XD
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
I have a WotP meme folder on my computer already
carcarchu
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic? Mystery man pretty 2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)? i liked the part where maret was listening to the conch for mermaids, had a lovely magical charm to it 3. Who is your favorite character? mystery man 4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most? not too many interactions so far but maret and the mystery man were cute 5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it! the sunset scenery had a nice vibe
also i can see why people were saying it reminded them of ruroni kenshin, mystery guy especially with his hair up and on the cover image is reminiscent of kenshin but storywise doesn't remind me of it at all
carcarchu
I have some critiques that i'll cover in case you don't want to see them. SPOILER The anime-ish emotes (the blush and the anger vein) to me clash against the realistic artsyle and detracts from the moments, some more subtlety with them would be appreciated. And Maret doesn't really look like a child to me, her face is very mature so it makes her look older than she is. Moreover the 3 characters that have been introduced thus far have very similar facial features. For maret and agatha they are siblings so it makes sense but the mystery man is (presumably?) not related to them so i'm not sure if that's intentional. In any case more facial diversity would be appreciated going forward (if it's just your style that's fine too). And this is a really small nit-pick but the first panel of chapter 6 has horse hooves with the sfx thump thump thump. In my opinion this sfx should be clip clop clip clop END SPOILER
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
@carcarchu Thanks for the notes! I actually had a hard time deciding how to portray blush noticeably in a more realistic style, haha, but I can definitely see why it's jarring. Do you have any tips for how to depict blushing without anime emotes? I would just make it more reddish/pink, but it always looks weird to me (or too unnoticeable). As for Maret... She looks like a child to me? She's six, so she isn't quite a toddler, so I don't know if that changes your perception of her. She actually resembles my youngest sister a great deal, and my youngest sister was 5, almost six, when I designed her. (I just looked through the pages again, and there's maybe one panel that I think she looks slightly older in, so if anything, I'll try to fix that panel.) So yes, obviously Agatha and Maret look very similar, hahaha. They are biological sisters, so that makes sense. There will be at least two more characters introduced that are also related to them (and look fairly similar as well) and one character who will be mentioned who is also related and looks just like Agatha. Other than that, Izrekiel does look somewhat similar, I suppose, but it might also be partially that he canonically has a very feminine face as opposed to other male characters to be introduced later. It could be that and also a bit as a result of my style. I'm not sure. Ahhhh, sound effects! I also struggled with deciding what to do here. I wanted to do something different than "clip clop," mostly for a stupid personal hang-up. (I don't know why, but "clip clop" always looks so comical to me.) But if it helps translate the sound better, I might just have to bite the bullet and change it. Thanks for your feedback! Even if I don't agree with all of it, it does help me to take a closer look at what I've done with some different eyes. (edited)
carcarchu
That's fair! You don't have to accept anything just my thoughts (i hope nothing i said was too harsh) for me thump thump is a dull sound whereas clip clop or clippity clop is a sharper and harsher sound
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
yeah, I think you're right about that
thump is more like a heartbeat
or someone falling on carpet or something
carcarchu
and as for the blush question i think there are ways to depict a similar emotion without relying on the blush itself as a short hand like the softening of the eyes, the shape of the eyebrows, looking down and heck even body language can help with this. expression is more than what is shown on just the face
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Thank you. I always feel like my characters look too stiff, like mannequins. ^^; I'm probably not going to completely redraw any old panels at this point, but I might make a few alterations to these panels to make it more consistent with later panels down the line.
carcarchu
i also noticed that a lot of your panels are the characters looking straight towards the "camera" and i would appreciate more varied angles and perspectives
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Particularly with the first ten pages, that is certainly true
I got that note before, but I didn't redraw every panel, only some which looked particularly bad.
carcarchu
personally i never edit old chapters unless i 1. forgot to draw something important 2. there's a huge typo 3. it's missing a panel
any critique you can just keep in your heart and implement if you choose to do so moving forward
keii'ii (Heart of Keol)
2. I really liked "what if it's mama?" - a lot of hints condensed there: family history, how the topic of deaths/ disappearances are handled around children (either in that family specifically, or in that culture), and also a moment that shows a glimpse of Agatha's sisterly love instead of having the readers assume it.
snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)
Really loving the comic so far! Right now, I'm most interested to learn about this family situation. I'm guessing their mother is dead or missing, but what about their father? I suppose his clothes were still in the house so maybe he just went out? Or maybe they're both missing and it was just fairly recent?
Also, the paint-y style of this comic is just incredible
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
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I'm so happy that you guys picked up on the clues about their mother. It alludes to some pretty plot heavy stuff that very few people have really commented on so far.
eli [a winged tale]
Oooh I’m so excited for your story Cronaj! Here are my answers~ 1) I love the beach scene! Maret with the shell is adorable and you established their relationship right away 2) Fav moment is probably the scene transition to our lad waking up with Agatha going about her day. It’s very peaceful and I’m a sucker for slice of life stuff. 3) Can’t pick just yet~ I like Agatha as a solid protagonist though. 4) More Agatha x mystery man please 5) I loooove the illustration aesthetics. Bold colours! 6) haven’t gotten to the core theme yet I’m sure but first impressions/meeting are always exciting. 7) I’m excited for what is to come. Can’t wait for the call to adventure. 8) Strength is definitely the art - beautiful and bold. Keep up the wonderful work!
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
@eli [a winged tale] Woah!!! You're the first person I've heard say that they like Agatha! She's mah girl! (And don't you worry, there will definitely be a lot more Agatha x Mystery Man ) Thanks for participating
eli [a winged tale]
she’s a solid sister!
sagaholmgaard
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic? I like how the intro had a nice balance between art and text. Usually if there’s a lot of text on the first page I can get deterred from heading a comic, but here I think it worked really well! And the loverly painting of the ocean sunset also reeled me in and fit really well with the poetic text! 2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)? ”He’s the prettiest man I’ve ever seen!” LOL (and she’s right too…) 3. Who is your favorite character? I like the kid! But I’m excited to learn more about the other characters as the story goes on! 4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?
I liked Agatha and Mystery Man interacting, it felt very natural and I’m curious to see what comes of it. But the dialogue felt pretty strong which I gotta applaud 5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it! The beautiful shot of Mystery Man on the beach of course, lol! I love the way the hair is rendered, it really feels like it’s has weight and is spread out in the sand, if that makes sense? 6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores? It seems like it will explore a lot of interesting themes in the future, such as grief and finding where you belong, so again I’m interested to see what the story brings! I’m sure it’ll be good no matter what :D Overall I like what I’ve read so far! It’s not the type of art style I usually gravitate towards, but I can tell a lot of love is going into rendering and I think we’ll be seeing Crona’s art improve a lot as the story goes on, which is always exciting to see!
RebelVampire
What I like about the beginning of the comic, which also goes for what I like about the art in general, is the attention to detail in the background colors and lighting. I've never seen such a beautifully rendered (what I assume is) a sunset. It really makes everything have this great almost mystical atmosphere to it. In general, though, the art so far is definitely the comic's strength because you can see the sheer passion in every drop of it. My favorite moment so far is when Maret gives Izrekiel some flowers and then drags him off and he's just meekly protesting. It was both cute and comedic and the preciousness hurt my heart. This is also why this is my favorite pair of characters interacting so far. I think the age gap combined with the context of Izrekiel's situation is gonna lead to lots of awkwardness that I look forward to. As for fave character, though, I would have to go with Agatha right now. I don't know what it is about her, but everytime I see her I feel like I'm looking at an old soul. Like maybe someone who still has a lot to learn about the world, but is wise beyond her years in other regards. And it makes her a captivating character for me.
While I'm not sure if this will be an overall theme throughout, I like that the comic starts to deal with the theme of loss and hope. On one side you have Agatha who just kind of accepts loss and deals with it, and then you have Maret who just lives on in hope. And I kind of feel they represent two dynamic sides to the issue about whether its better to cling to hope or just move on and deal and how both can be harmful if not expressed in the correct way. As for overall story content, while we're not that deep in, I do like it starts with a multitude of mysteries cause mysteries are always great for making ppl want answers
Eightfish (Puppeteer)
Since Crona said they were good with art critique: The main thing I noticed when I first saw the art was that, though lovingly rendered, the characters' faces and bodies are kind of stiff. They don't really scrunch up their eyes and faces when they emote- it's mostly just the eyebrows (this was especially noticable when Maret was crying, or on the latest page, first panel, where Agatha's face doesn't really match her body language or words). And characters often don't seem to twist their bodies as much as they should. Oh- also the same camera angles of faces and bodies are repeated a lot. Front, 3/4, and profile. It'd be cool to see some shots with foreshortening from above or below the characters. Also the lighting is pretty diffuse- the characters seem to be shaded about the same way, and with the same colors, regardless of the lighting situation. I can still tell where the light is coming from, because there are those strong bright highlights in the direction of the light, but other than the bright highlights everything else seems to be shaded as if there was another light source coming from straight ahead. Also, sometimes characters seem to lose their shadows? Like on this page https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/whispers-of-the-past/ch-1-what-the-waves-left-behind-pt-3/viewer?title_no=191366&episode_no=4 where Agatha doesn't cast a shadow on the man, or this page https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/whispers-of-the-past/ch-1-what-the-waves-left-behind-pt-8/viewer?title_no=191366&episode_no=10 where they're running.
Those things being said though, I was still very impressed by the sheer amount of effort put into this comic. 100 hours/ update is absolutely insane. And you pay so much attention to the inanimate objects of this world. It makes the story feel grounded. About what someone else said: I agree that the cartoonish blush looks out of place. But I disagree about Maret- I think she does look like a child. 5. Favorite illustration? Definitely Agatha's hands when making dough. Not a critique but just a question: I was confused on the location of the story. Where is this?
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Ooof. Finally got a chance to sit down and respond to all these comments. I keep rereading them over and over again, so thank you so much for sharing your thoughts everyone! I've noticed a few themes with what people have commented so far: Maret is most people's favorite character, the panel of Izrekiel on the beach is also very popular, and the theme of loss/grief is apparent to the readers (which I'm very happy about.)
@sagaholmgaard I'm glad that you mentioned the theme of "finding where you belong" too, because it is and will be a very prevalent theme in the comic. And reading your comment about how the dialogue seems natural made my day. I used to worry about how the dialogue came off constantly, and to hear that it's strong is so encouraging.
@RebelVampire As is expected, your comments are very thought-out. The interaction between Izrekiel and Maret after he falls from the window is one of my favorite moments so far as well. I'm happy that Izrekiel's behavior came off as meek in this scene, because that is one of the defining traits of his personality. I'm glad for another Agatha fan! She is such a fun (and difficult) character for me to portray. There are so many layers about her that even I am still discovering. She is definitely an old soul, and he experiences growing up have definitely matured her beyond her years. As I mentioned before, the theme of loss is definitely a major theme of the comic overall. And hope as well, since I think the two are very connected.
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
@Eightfish (Puppeteer) Thank you for offering your critiques! Character stiffness is definitely one of my major problems that I'm working at. I definitely see what you mean about Agatha's face in the latest update. Her eyebrows look painted on (pun not intended). I have been looking forward to having some more dynamic poses, especially foreshortening, but I do find it somewhat difficult when most of what the characters are doing so far are standing, sitting, talking, and maybe doing something with their hands. ^^; Hopefully, in the future, when more "action" happens, it will be easier to do this. As for bird's eye or worm's eye shots, I'm not gonna lie, I struggle with them so much. I had two bird's eye panels, and those took so much time, and I still don't know how I feel about them. If you have any tips for exercises, I would be so grateful. (Finding reference isn't always possible.) I also would love some tips/resources on how to get better at lighting. Again, lighting reference isn't always possible for specific panels, so it would help me a lot to learn how light works in general. OOOOOOF! I don't know how I missed the lack of shadow on Izrekiel in that panel. That was 100% a stupid oversight on my part. The scene with Agatha making dough had some of my personal favorite illustrations for a while. :) Also, your question about the location, I'm not entirely sure how to answer it?(edited)
It's a high fantasy story, so the location is entirely fictional.
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
The best I can answer that is to say that the story takes place in a country called Shai-Ryam, consisting of four major "districts" in a semi-tropical temperate peninsula called "The Aka Peninsula," named after the native people who originally lived there. As of right now, they are in a city called Gon Atam, a seaside village on the western shore of the Nuata District, near the Ocean of Saturuna. It is a city heavy in trade and with a long history, yet quaint and small due to a disaster several hundred years ago. It is only now being repopulated.
Comic Tea Party
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 2
9. Where do you think Izrekiel comes from, and what is his past history that seems to haunt him? Additionally, how do you think he wound up with amnesia and seemingly abandoned by the sea?
10. How will Izrekiel’s past history affect events of the story? In particular, how will revelations about his past affect his relationship with Agatha and other characters?
11. How do you think Agatha’s life will change from her encounter with Izrekiel? Will it somehow lead her to a more exciting life? If so, will it make her miss her simpler life with her family?
12. What are the biggest questions you have so far and are hoping to see answered over the course of the story? Also, what do you think will happen in the story in general?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
Ash🦀
9. Okay, so, here’s my theory. Just a guess. So Izrekiel is from a very war-friendly people up north who need land. Izzy just isn’t all about that life, but feels like he has no choice. Then he gets hurt fighting someone close to him (I’m putting money on brother or cousin who lives on the “wrong” side of things, hurt because he just couldn’t fight them at full strength. And then he realizes he can’t do it, while on the ship bound for new fight zones. His captain gets wind of it and is like “oh no I can’t let Mutiny Happen” so HeS all long ike “either fall in line or get off my ship” and Izzy is like “no I don’t wanna fight anymore heck you guys” and the captain proceeds to yeet him off the ship, leading him to the island, which, unbeknownst to him, is the next target. That’s my guess. Might be wildly off. He might be part mermaid. (Merman? Is mermaid gender neutral?) 10. Izzy or his bros probably killed one of Agatha’s family members, possibly the mom? Possibly violently? Which is why she never told babygirl what’s up. It’s probably going to be remembered in the buds of their relationship, hes going to try to hide it but it’ll come to light and she’s gonna be like “Izzy I hate you” and it’s going to make me cry. 11. She’s going to have a bread making partner in the end. They’re going to have adventures and go back to a domestic bread making existence, I speak it into being now /smacks table That may just be what I want to happen, though, as I very much enjoy bread making and wish others the same simple joy of giving dough a good smacking. 12. IS THE MOTHER REALLY A MERMAID OR WHAT Is Agatha a mermaid Are they like Selkies where they can come onto land a little Is babygirl a mermaid too(edited)
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Omg... I love reading these theories. I won't say you're wrong or right, but this is a riot. I'm thoroughly enjoying this.
FeatheryJustice
9. Pulls out my Crack Theory brain Okay, so Iz is actually not a very hot man, but actually a really hot princess, transformed into a man since she was exciled from her country but their rules are to give the exiled a new life so they shape shift them into something else. Iz got shifted into a man, and the lovely wide bare chest was because their top was lost to the ocean like how someone would lose their bathing suit top to the sea. Anyways, knowing nothing about themselves, Iz now lives their life as a man never remembering they were a princess in the first place. Ends Crack Theory 10. Don't know, can't say for now. 11. She could always politely kick him out later, so I can't say for now. XD 12. I want to know if there are monsters in this story or just like different species warring it out.
RT|NitghVision
^ I like this theory
Eightfish (Puppeteer)
@Cronaj (Whispers of the Past) Oh! I missed that it was high fantasy. I thought the story was historical fiction. No wonder mystery man has pointed ears. I was so confused- I kept thinking, oh, she looks Polynesian and lives by the ocean. But wait, her name is Agatha and she makes bread? And the houses look Japanese? What culture are her clothes from? The world being completely fictional explains all that. I think I was confused by the real names in a high fantasy story- you don't really see that a lot. Finding the right reference for lighting or pose is impossible for me. I have no tips. The only way I've found is to make my own references. I will sit in front of a window, or take a lamp into a dark room or something, and prop my phone up and take photos of myself in the poses and lighting direction I need. But hey, at least that way I don't have to worry about stealing someone else's work?
(i also like feathery's theory)
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
@FeatheryJustice Crack theories are best theories.
@Eightfish (Puppeteer) Oh! I had no idea you thought it was historical fiction No wonder you were confused! There's a lot of weird cultural-mixing shenanigans going on in the setting, and it's a bit confusing.
I should try that, for now the lighting has been primarily sunlight, or diffused sunlight (which I don't think I depicted correctly).
RebelVampire
Time to crack story theory. I don't know enough about the world to guess a name to where Izrekiel is from. However, wherever it's from, I get the impression its embroiled in a bloody war that is suffering heavy casualties. I imagine that Izrekiel mightve been in a battle and just wound up in the sea by circumstance - like maybe was taken as a prisoner of war and jumped overboard to escape. Something like that. As for the amnesia, well, Imma chock that up to PTSD cause the brief flashbacks we got don't look pleasant. However, I definitely think someone will come looking for him, and that these someone's will make trouble with the people he's just met - perhaps even forcing them to abandon their home with people in pursuit. And I'm sure as Izrekiel remembers more, others are going to really view him as potentially dangerous and blame him (but then get over it cause he's pretty O_O) Given that, I do think Agatha is gonna leave home because of Izrekiel's past running after them. I do think she's inevitably gonna miss the simpler life. Not to the point she won't rise to the challenge, but to the point that she's gonna be like "wait theres danger out here and i didnt even get a sword from an old man in a cave!" As for biggest questions, right now I'm just kind of hoping to see more of the world cause current world events really are gonna dictate a lot where the story could go.
Eightfish (Puppeteer)
Dude I was literally googling the names to see what country they were from because I thought they were from some obscure real island with a history of cultural mixing that I hadn't heard about before.
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Hahaha! Yeah, Agatha is an English name. Maret and Kelan (a character that hasn't been introduced yet) are Irish names. Aalia (another character that isn't introduced yet) is an Arabic name. Kehhasan (another character) is a made-up name. Izrekiel is a made-up name inspired by the biblical names Israel and Ezekiel (although technically it is often spelled in their alphabet as "Isarikieru," which has a particular meaning and pronunciation in an even older—fictional—language). Ryukou (another character), is a real-ish name, based off of the Japanese names "Ryu" and "Kou," which mean "dragon" and "peace/light" respectively. Four other characters have fictional names: Ia, Tammamori, Soro, Ghita (although technically it's a Greek name, that wasn't my inspiration). And of course there are hundreds of side characters with a combination of weird names and name origins.
Comic Tea Party
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 3
13. What are you most looking forward to seeing in regards to the comic?
14. Any final words of encouragement for the comic?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
Deo101 [Millennium]
So! I don't really do so well with answering questions, but I do want to say it's inspiring to me to see just how much WORK is put into this comic. It's really lovely to see so clearly how much you care for it. Just want to give some general words of encouragement, keep it up!
Ash🦀
I’m most looking forward to seeing more of Izzy how the story develops along with your painting. There are so many hints and peeks at the world, and I can’t really guess where it’s going. I feel like I already care for these characters, and I can’t wait to see their journey. I am also not good at encouragement, as generally I’m fueled by spite. But I just wanted to say, keep going! You got this! We believe in you!
eli [a winged tale]
Keep up the good work Cronaj! Your art is beautiful and I can’t wait till we start rolling into act 2!
FeatheryJustice
I'm excited to see what else comes up next!
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement everyone! I'm so happy to know that you are enjoying the story so far!
RebelVampire
I'm most looking to learning a bit more about the world structure I think. Since I think current events are really gonna hint at a lot what's going on. As for final words, this is an artistically wonderful comic with a lot of love put in, and I can only imagine how things will improve in the future!
snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)
I'm just really looking forward to seeing these characters grow! This is a beautiful comic, and I can't wait to get more of it!
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
Before the book club ends, I just wanted to pop back in and say thank you to everyone for their participation. Your kindness, insight, and critiques will stay with me for years to come. I'm so happy to have found a supportive community of readers and fellow creators!
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Final Thoughts on Kingdom Hearts 3
I’m gonna gush and bash this game in great detail in a sort of rant/ organized essay manner
Spoilers… duh
I’ve been a longtime fan of the Kingdom Hearts series. I’ve played every single damn game. The only two I haven’t finished were CoM (Could never get into the gameplay) and Ux (The story isn’t even finished yet… which I’ll get to). I have lived and breathed KH for most of my life and anticipated the climax to my favorite video game series for so long. Upon finishing Kingdom Hearts 3, I was washed with a tidal wave of emotions. I just finished the game I have been waiting on for 5 years upon confirmation that it even was a thing and anticipating it for even longer. There was so many amazing things about this game. Plot points involving characters I longed to make a return in some form were tied together. Things like the reason for why Xemnas and Ansem have returned were answered or what happened to replica Riku. The triumphant return of Aqua, Terra, and Ven and my personal most favorite the reuniting of Axel, Xion, and my favorite character Roxas! On top of super fun gameplay, graphics that dazzled my eyes even playing on the base ps4, a solid ost as usual thanks to Yoko Shimomura, and Disney worlds that really complemented the flare and grandiose of the rest of the game, this Kingdom Hearts game was shaping up to be my favorite among the entire series. Upon finishing the game, despite trying to overcome my biases of Kingdom Hearts 2, am still unsure of if I think I consider KH3 to be better or worse than KH2.
Story:
Whoooo boy what a STORY. The KH series is (understandably) mocked for its ridiculous and often convoluted approach to writing and storytelling, but I have stuck with every cheesy line and dumb plot point until this very day. I like to think of KH’s story telling as some kind of weird Avant-garde experience that is really just something that the series director, Tetsuya Nomura, comes up with as he goes along. The often awkward yet charming writing definitely comes from this.
KH3 starts off with Sora trying to regain his lost strength from the events of DDD and he is to search for the “power of waking” in order to rescue the hearts tied to his so he can help assemble 7 guardians of light to hopefully overcome Xehanort and his 13 darknesses. All is good until Sora finds out that Xehanort is very close to completing his 13 and just deciding to avoid waiting for the 7 guardians to assemble so he sends his “real organization” to search for the new seven hearts of light instead (these ultimately have little significance to the plot). Towards the end of the game Sora manages to save Aqua because for some reason Riku and Mickey just were too incompetent to go along with their mission even though Sora was allegedly the one who wasn’t strong enough to join them in saving Aqua. After Aqua is singlehandedly saved by Sora they all travel to Castle Oblivion were Aqua reverts it back to the Land of Departure in a really cool cutscene. They find Vanitas and stop him from preventing Ventus from waking up and get ready for the big fight after Sora dives into his heart. Sora and his friends all seem to die but not really after some weird stuff I’ll talk about later goes on. In short the last parts of the game are Sora stopping the remaining organization members and hearing their reasons for joining. Eventually they reach Xehanort and he merks Kairi and screws off to Scala ad Caleum. To be completely honest I’m still lost as to why this place has as much significance as it does besides the fact the Xehanort states it to be the Nexus of all worlds but upon further research, HOPEFULLY it makes more sense (I was caught in the heat of the moment). Xehanort’s motives are revealed and he reconciles after we defeat him and he *seemingly returns to Kingdom Hearts with Eraqus (This is only my theory). Afterwards Sora uses the x-blade in order to *seemingly free Kairi from death. All is well and everyone saved lives in harmony in a really touching scene but we soon learn that Kairi’s return seemingly costed Sora’s life or ability to be enjoy the peace with his friends because he fades away before the credits roll.
Oh boy that was a real basic summary but now I’ll talk about things I liked. I loved Sora so much in this game. He has grown on me more than ever because he displays so many more emotions than just being happy go-lucky most of the time. While that I the core of who he is, I know he has experienced pain (hurt is a silly word in KH) in the past but it was never this serious. He lost one of his best friends because he wasn’t strong enough to save her in time, he kind of understandably beats himself up for losing his strength and having to rely on his friends for strength, dealing with the pressure of being the bearer of a lot of people’s hearts while simultaneously being expected to rescue them, and last but certainly not least, seeming to sacrifice himself in order to save a friend/ potential love interest. I thought I’d hate the way Roxas and every other nobody would return based on the trailers seeming they were going to get all the data versions of them and implant their memories into them. While that is still somewhat how it goes down, it’s handled slightly better. Instead of using the bodies of data Roxas or Namine, they only use a “vessel” which I like to think is basically a human shaped husk that can only be a human when a person’s heart and memories are placed into it. It sounds goofy but I can get behind that. While a part of me wishes Roxas, Xion, and Namine stayed the way they were because I think It’d give the series some seriously needed consequences, I’d be a damn liar if I said I wasn’t glad my favorite character gets to be his own person. While the whole “Vessel” program can be seen as a cop out, I think it could have been handled much worse. I loved the interactions Sora and the gang had with the Disney characters and I 100% feel like this is the best integrated Disney worlds in the entire KH series. My definite favorite moments include Woody roasting Young Xehanort, Sulley yeeting Vanitas out of the world, and Sora going ham on Davy Jones. I also really liked the reveal that Ansem’s guardian was Terra, it was so badass. Although I totally called Xehanort being a villan who had good intentions but went about them in the worst way possible, I still liked the way it was explained how he got to where he was. I loved the ending scene where the wayfinder trio pay their respects to Master Eraqus (REAL DEATH CONFIRMED IN MY KH GAME?!) as well as the sea salt trio hanging out with the twilight town trio and SAIX/ISA. Also the secret reports have some super dark implications and it only makes me wish they were actual cutscenes. I haven’t read all of them but my favorite so far is one where Saix writes about how Lea and him snuck into the chamber of repose and heard screams of children being experimented on. They also mention a girl they were friends with (WHiCh ill GeT INto LaTeR). Pretty content with the story as a whole.
Now I talk about some things I did NOT like very much or at least still don’t understand at the moment. The main thing that REALLY peeved me off was the amount of KHUX stuff that is not only connected to the story of the XEHANORT SAGA but the fact that a lot of it is infuriatingly still not answered like the damn black box or why Maleficent specifically wants it so bad. On top of that there’s a lot of set up for the next entry in the series or what my personal cynical theory is, more backstory for KHUX that will be revealed in future updates. What I’m referring to is characters like Marluxia/ Lauriam , Larxene/ Elrena, Demyx, and Luxord who are intentionally left with super vague backstories. Lauriam and Elrena were revealed to be important to KhUX so I can only assume Demyx and Luxord will follow suit, especially after being revealed to have connections to the keyblade. What’s worse is that Marluxia and Larxene only seem to remember this after Sora defeats them… again… Luxord also gives Sora some assistance with this mystery card and it lowkey pissed me off. Oh yeah speaking of stuff that pissed me off, the “final world” section was super frustrating to me not because it was inherently bad, but because it was blatant setup for KHUX/ next game in the series especially with Sora seemingly* being transported to this limbo like area where the spirits of people who have died roam. One of these supposed spirits seems to be either a friend of Ephmer, Ventus, or Isa and Lea. It is intentionally vague and there only to spark speculation especially after she tells Sora a secret (Or was it the Chirithy? I don’t remember). I’m all for speculation and theorizing, I AM a KH fan afterall, it’s that this is speculation with a character we have no clue who it could be despite our best efforts and they throw her on us like she’s been part of the series this whole time…ESPECIALLY when Saix and Axel bring her up… I have my theories on who this girl might be but it ultimately doesn’t matter or doesn’t feel like good speculation because their might be multiple “mystery girls”. I personally think this mystery girl could be Strelitzia, Skuld, or some new character because Nomura hates us. The problem with it being either Strelitzia or Skuld is if it really IS one of them who is in this world or friends with Lea and Axel, then it leaves us wondering what happened to the other. Ugh. Next this is really a gripe but I’m just lost to be honest. I have no idea what happened to Demyx or Vexen. They both defected and while Vexen/ Even helped out with the “real replica” or “vessel” program, I either missed what happened to Demyx after providing the vessel for Roxas or they actually just forgot to write a conclusion for him. While I liked the interactions between Kairi and Axel I wished they actually showed Axel and Kairi training with their keyblades especially since they don’t do much with them in the final battle anyways… Kairi especially. It’s no secret that Kairi is literally worst girl in the KH series but I had hope that she’d get some much needed character development. My hopes were dashed when I found out she was just as useless and bland as ever and on top of that results in getting our sweet boi Sora sent to the shadow realm or wherever he gets sent to at the end of the game. A lot of annoying ship people really think that Riku and Sora were going to get together at the end of the game, and while I don’t blame them for thinking that way because honestly I would love to see that happen, the setup from KH1 and Com forbids that. I however, DO take issue with Riku taking a back seat in the story and honestly not contributing a whole lot besides motivating Sora do complete his mission. I like that Donald and Goofy were so charming in this game and that they joined us in the fight with Xehanort, but I still really would prefer that Riku also joined us like in KH2. We still have no concrete idea on what Kingdom Hearts itself actually is but as usual, I have my theories. The Kingdom Hearts that Xehanort summons in BBS and KH3 is the heart of all people and I think it’s the KH equivalent of Heaven or the afterlife because that’s where Eraqus and Xehanort go away to. The Kingdom Hearts in KH1 s the heart of all worlds and is apparently “light”. I’m also indifferent to the reveal of Xigbar being Luxu...anything to do with the black box or KHUX honestly bothers me. I know I must sound like I hate the story but I actually think it’s still the best out of all of them, I’m just expressing my concerns because I love the series and take serious issue with some of the choices made.
Gameplay:
The gameplay of KH3 is arguably the best of the series depending on who you ask. The general fan who mostly meanders through the game on the easiest difficulties on each entry might not really appreciate the depth of the combat and just stick to the go-to mash x to swing keyblade or triangle to do cool move. I however normally play on the hardest difficulty not only to seek a greater challenge, but to be forced to see how good or bad the game’s combat really is. I never really liked the argument of floaty combat because neither side really understands the real issue/ consequence of floaty combat. It all really comes down to enemy design, behavior, and placement. When a game has floaty combat and bad enemy design, (Enemies that don’t stagger or randomly stagger, shoot projectiles that do a lot of damage, big and un-telegraphed attacks) it cause the player to play the game in a really uncomfortable way. In BBS spamming dodge, surge moves, and shotlocks was essential in order to stand a chance against some of the bs that the game would throw at you. In DDD, flowmotion was far better than normal attacks because they gave you super armor, did better damage, and could be spammed. Balloonra was also OP AF. In KH1 Sora felt like a rock and while I personally enjoyed how it felt to control him, I can understand why someone wouldn’t like a lot of jumping and attacking over and over. Kh2 however, has the best combat in the series to this day in my opinion because of all the options you have. Your basic keyblade attacks are effective on every enemy in the game but at higher difficulties, the game suggests you branch away from mashing x and experiment with magic and summons. Then you realize how good it is. On top of solid enemy design, KH2 is probably my favorite game to play for action rpg gameplay.
Going into KH3 I set my expectations on the gameplay low based on the 0.2 gameplay and the seemingly super floaty gameplay of the trailers. Although KH3 does have its floaty feeling, I can say that the game is designed to be fun while having the best floaty gameplay in the series. The enemies almost all stagger to your basic keyblade attacks and larger enemies that don’t consistently stagger to finishers and keyblade transformation attacks. Magic feels AMAZING to use and is clearly useful early on. Team attacks, while I feel are still better as limits you can individually choose, are still fun and satisfying to use when provided. Attraction Flow was my least favorite feature not because they are all useless, quite the contrary as the pirate ship and splash run seem pretty good, but because I don’t have the option to turn them off. They fill the situation command slots with too much clutter and I’d like to turn them off since I don’t use them much anyways. As for combo modifiers, it’s pretty subjective what you prefer to run with but personally I only used one air combo plus and no combo pluses for my ground combos, speed slash as my only equipped finisher, and the air launch move to render my enemies useless while I air comboed them Marvel vs Capcom style. Shotlocks while useful, aren’t busted as they were in DDD. I recently found out that the Hero’s origin shotlock, when not fully charged, actually heals you a little which came in handy in the battle gates. Links or Summons, are actually pretty bad except for Simba and Stitch. The reason they are so bad is because they cost a FULL mp bar to use and they all leave you vulnerable to damage, granted you take less damage but doesn’t really matter on harder difficulties or battlegates. Simba and Stitch are good because their damage output makes up for the full mp bar. Links also fully heal you but I think that’s because you don’t have I frames and the devs just hope you wouldn’t notice. All in All pretty solid gameplay. Not better than 2 in my opinion but I wouldn’t laugh at someone for saying KH3 has their favorite combat. Regarding the final bosses they are all designed great but they come in groups which I don’t like and wished there was a way to fight them individually. I know they come in groups because it makes it the endgame drag less but, it result in super short fights that have too much going on in them and abruptly stop when you beat one member one by one. I also wished we fought Ansem and Xemnas in their final forms instead of all 3 in a group (Also they have the best boss theme and it should’ve been the final boss theme but the real final boss theme is still good). Every other boss is SOLID my favorite was definitely the ice wolf and mother gothel’s heartless thing.
Last but not least, Music
It’s Godlike. The end.
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Rules: Answer twenty questions and then take twenty people you want to get to know better.
Name: jess
Zodiac sign: sagittarius idk any of that other stuff with suns and rising
Height: 5′5″
Languages spoken: english, mandarin but like rly badly
Nationality: american
Favorite fruit: ok taste-wise mango but convenience-wise bananas bc mangos and a lot of other fruit can get rly messy but w a banana u just peel it and go, there’s so little effort involved and honestly? im about that
Favorite scent: bed
Favorite color: i’ve been saying this since 2014 but the color of heroes (red)
Favorite animal: sea otter!!!
Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: all chai
Favorite fictional character: oo i actually don’t know right now
Dream trip: as long as my friends are with me anywhere is fun <3
When blog was created: 2012 i think? wow that’s disgusting i cant believe im still here
Last movie watched: ant-man and the wasp whoooo
Songs you’ve had on repeat: our dawn is hotter than day - seventeen; dance the night away - twice; egotistic - mamamoo (u can rly tell the kind of person i’ve become huh)
Favorite candy: kit-kats
Favorite holiday: whichever one gives me the most days off
What’s something you like about yourself?: i can fall asleep very easily
A topic you’re interested in: bold of u to assume i have interests
Something you’re proud of: my friends!!
i’ll tag @kayoticgood but ofc if anyone else wants to do it just live ur best life
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Story time!
Another story I wrote.
English is not my first language, so sorry if there’s some misspellings.
There’s a werewolf. And sex. And yeah...
Any feedback is welcome!
Enjoy!
Bloodshot eyes stare at me in the bathroom mirror.
”Ugh…” I groan and lean my hands to the sink.
I haven’t been drinking since my Dad passed away six years ago.
Drinking isn’t my thing but now… Things have been so fucked up lately that I just gave in.
I lost my job and found out my boyfriend – no, EX-boyfriend – had been cheating me for quite some time. It wasn’t going to last anyway. I didn’t feel the right kind of connection to him. Still, he hurt me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I went to the nearest bar and sat there for hours.
Things were slowly coming back to me.
I had met someone. Someone strangely familiar but yet unknown to me.
I remember his beautiful ice blue eyes.
I splash cold water on my face, trying to get this horrible headache calm down. Not working. I need coffee. And sleep. Lots of sleep. It’s way too early to be up.
I drag myself to kichen and pop some painkillers. The clock on the wall tells me that it’s somewhere around five. Waaaay too early. I load the coffee maker and lean my back against the counter, head hanging. I just want this pounding in my head to stop. And then I can sleep.
I don’t have any idea when I got back home. Or how. All I can remember are those blue eyes…
Oh fuck. I think I kissed him.
I pour the coffee to a mug and soon find myself on the sofa. I close my eyes and let the hot coffee do it’s magic. This is exactly what I need. My head is beginning to feel better, no more pounding.
I sit in the darkness, listening to silence for a good while before I go back to sleep. I’m going to sleep all day.
***
I wake up when my phone begin to buzz. Who the fuck can it be?
It’s my sister.
”Yes, Jen” I answer.
”Are you sleeping? At this time?”
”Yes…”
”So anyways, I thought I’d call to tell that I’m coming over.”
”WHAT? When? Why?”
”In about half an hour.”
”Shit.” I mutter.
”What? Didn’t hear you.”
”Nothing.”
”Ok. I’ll be there soon.”
Fuck. I look like I’ve been hit by a truck or something. My hair is a mess and I smell awful.
I need to take a shower. Badly.
I quickly take a shower, brushing my teeth at the same time. It’s the only way to get my shit together before Jen arrives.
”Faster, Joyce” I hurry myself.
I grab some jeans and a hoodie from my closet and brush my wet hair.
I still look awful. Hey, at least I don’t smell anymore.
The doorbell rings.
She’s here.
”Well you look like shit” she notices.
”Thanks, sis. I know.”
”Have you been drinking?”
”Just a bit, yeah. No biggie.” A bit? I was sooooo wasted last night. I think I’m still drunk.
”Now come in and I’ll make some coffee, ok?” I ask.
We sit on the sofa and I can feel her thinking something.
”Soooo… I was thinking…” she begins.
”Just say it.”
”I thought I could stay for couple of days and we could go out tonight? It is kinda my autumn vacation. And it’s Friday!”
My sister drunk? That’s not going to to be fun. Last time I was sober and she started crying and made me feel like shit. But now I’m already feeling like shit. Or worse. What the hell, why not. I might turn out to be fun if I’m drunk too. Who knows.
”Yeah. Sure.”
”You really mean it?” she’s totally surprised.
”Yes. I need to get out and why not with you.”
”Thanks, sis!” she squeals.
”Not so loud, please!”
”Sorry. I’m just so exited!”
My sis is two year younger than me. She is way more outgoing than me. I like being in my own company. I’m not someone who would get attention from men. My sister on the other hand… She gets attention. And she could go and talk to any man, anytime. We’re like night and day. I am the night. Sometimes it feels overwhelming but I’ve gotten used to it. I’m the awkward one, the silent one, while my sister is loud and sparkly. And it’s ok. I love her.
***
So we’re going out. Great.
She has it all figured out, it seems. She has her look-at-my-boobs tube top on and tight pair of leggings. Her hair is dyed red and it’s in a frizzy ponytail.
And me? Yeah, not so flashy. Black. All black. I like black. Black pair of jeans and black t-shirt. And you got it, my hair is also black. As I told you, I am the night.
“Let’s have some shots before we go” Jen jumps to me with a bottle in her hands. She brought vodka with her. Oh joy.
“Yeah. I need that.”
“Got any shot glasses?”
“Nope” I shrug.
“That’s ok” she says and takes a sip out of the bottle.
“Give it” I say and grab the bottle. I take a big gulp out of it. Fuck that burns my throat. I’m ready to go.
I call a taxi and we go to the busiest club in town. Not my first choice but whatever. Flashing lights and techno music. Absolutely not my kind of place to be. But she wants to go there and I have to look after her.
“Whoooo!” she goes straight to the dance floor. Nope. I’m not going to dance. No fucking way. I head to the bar and order a drink. Soon she follows.
“Hey hottie! Yeah you behind the bar! Give me something to drink!”
“And what would that be, miss?” the bartender asks her.
She orders something sweet, colorful and bubbly. Even thinking about drinking something like that makes me feel sick.
“This is the best place ever!” she exclaims.
It’s not the best place to be for me. Not even close. I prefer something less loud. Less flashy. But here I am. I’m doing this for my darling sister. Sigh. And there she’s going again, dancing like there’s no tomorrow while I’m sitting by the bar.
“Your sister, I assume?” a voice says beside me. I turn to the voice and see two icy blue eyes.
Oh. My. God. He’s so fucking hot! He has dark ruffled hair and strong jaw. He’s taller than me, but not too much. He’s wearing black leather jacket, gray v-neck t-shirt and black pair of jeans. I can see his chest muscles through his t-shirt.
”Yeah… that’s my sister.”
”You seem to be total opposite of her. I like it.”
”What?” I’m confused.
”I like that you’re not like your sister.”
”Did you just say that you like me?” I ask in shock.
He leans closer to me.
”Yes.”
The scent of his leather jacket and his sandalwood body spray fill my nose. I’m intoxicated by him. I close my eyes and I can feel his breath on my neck.
”You were a bit drunk when I got you home last night. I hope you slept well” he growls in my ear.
What? He got me back home?
”Sorry, my memory is a bit hazy…” I answer shyly and take a step back.
”Someone had to get you home safely and I most certainly was not going to let anyone else go with you.”
I can feel my cheeks turning red.
”Did we… umm…” I try to ask if something happened between us.
”I got a drunken kiss from you” he chuckles.
”Oh god. I’m so sorry. So embarrassing...”
”Don’t worry about it, love.”
What did he call me?
”What do you say if we’d go somewhere less noisy?” he asks staring right into my eyes and holding out his hand.
I don’t have time to answer when Jen comes jumping to me.
”Joyce! You never guess who I met! It’s Nick!”
I don’t answer her, I’m in the middle of something here. I’m mesmerized by the icy blue eyes.
”Oh, hi! I’m Jen” she introduces herself.
”Sebastian” he tells her without moving his gaze from mine.
”We were just leaving…” I say without thinking.
”Oh, ok. I’m going back to Nick. He’s so sweet! See you in the morning then!” and she’s already gone.
He is still holding out his hand and I take it. It feels so right.
He leads me out of the club, to the crisp autumn air. I didn’t notice that it was this chilly when we left home.
”Are you cold?” he asks softly.
”A bit yeah…”
”Here” he places his leather jacket on me. It’s so warm and his scent engulfs me.
It makes me smile, and I don’t smile that often.
”You’re so cute.”
I blush. No one had ever said that to me before.
”No I’m not.”
He lifts my chin up with his index finger and gently brushes my cheek with his thumb.
”Oh, you most definitely are. And that smile is melting me” he confesses.
”So, who’s Nick?” he suddenly asks taking a step back.
”Who?”
”Nick. The one your sister saw in the club.” he is clearly getting angry.
”Oh, Nick. Nick is Jen’s crush from years ago. I don’t even know him. ”
”So he’s not the one who broke your heart? I thought I’d have to kick his ass.”
”You would have done that for me?” I’m surprised.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
”I’d do anything for you. Anything.”
Now there are butterflies in me.
My heart is beating faster and I feel like the world is spinning around us but we are moving in slow motion. I feel like I’ve been waiting for him my whole life.
He places his hand on my cheek and I lean to it with my eyes closed.
”May I kiss you?” he whispers in my ear and I can feel his warm breath on my neck.
”Yes” I give him permission.
He brushes his lips against mine ever so softly. Gently.
I let out a little moan, as to tell him that I need more.
He crush his lips into mine and I answer his kiss. It’s perfect.
We are interrupted when Jen comes out of the club, singing her heart out.
I didn’t even realize that we are still standing in front of the club. I have no idea how long we’ve been there.
”Joyceeeee! My sister!” Jen is shouting when she notices me. She comes running to me.
Sebastian is holding me against his chest.
”Hi Jen” I say to her.
”Awww look at you guys! You are so cute!” she teases. I don’t mind. I’m happy.
”Jen, are you coming?” I hear a voice from somewhere further away.
”Yeah yeah, give me a second” she tells him.
”Soooo… I’m going with Nick now…” she explains to me.
”And you. You take care of my sister, ok?” she points her finger to Sebastian.
”Don’t worry, your sister is safe with me.”
”Remember that. I’ll go now so byeeeee!” she waves and goes back to Nick.
Thank god I don’t have to deal with drunk Jen anymore tonight.
”Let’s get you home” Sebastian say in low voice and calls a taxi.
Taxi drops us at my house and I invite Sebastian in.
”You don’t need this anymore” he takes his jacket from me.
I’m getting really sleepy and he carries me into bed.
”Sleep now, my love” he whispers, gently wiping a strand of hair off of my face.
”Stay with me?” I ask shyly.
He lies down beside me and puts his strong arms around me. I snuggle to his chest.
I fall asleep listening to his heart beat.
***
”Joyce?” Jen is calling me.
”Wake up, love. Your sister is here.” Sebastian wakes me up.
”Joyce? Are you home?” she calls me again.
”Yeah, just a moment” I shout. I don’t want to get up.
”Do we really have to get up?” I ask him, snuggling closer.
“I’d love to stay here with you for the whole day but I should get back home” he answers, kissing my forehead.
So we meet Jen in the living room.
”I’ll see you tonight, love” Sebastian kisses me goodbye.
”Bye Jen” he says smiling to my sister and leave.
I sit beside Jen on the sofa.
”Soooo… tell me everything!” she turns to me.
”There’s nothing to tell. I fell asleep in his arms and it was perfect” I smile.
”I haven’t seen you so happy in a long time. So is this serious?”
”I hope so. He’s so… I don’t know. There’s something about him that makes me feel like I belong to him. He makes me feel special.”
”I’m happy for you, Joyce. I really am.”
”How about you and Nick? How did it turn out?” I ask her.
”Nick is a piece of shit. But his friend Josh... Grr! Totally going to see him tonight!” Jen laugh.
“Good for you, sis. Plus I need you out of here when I meet with Sebastian.”
“Point taken!” she nudge my shoulder playfully and makes me giggle.
***
Jen has already gone out when the doorbell rings.
Sebastian is standing outside with a bouquet of red roses.
“For you, love” he says handing the roses to me. No one has ever given me flowers before.
“These are lovely. Thank you.”
“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl.”
“Awww, you’re so sweet. Now come inside” I take his hand and pull him in.
We order pizza and watch a movie, I’m curled close to him. I want to kiss him so bad. The movie ends and he gazes into my eyes.
“You know…”
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“No, not at all. It’s just… I think I’m falling for you” he confesses.
“Me too. I’ve never felt this good with anyone” I take his hand in mine.
“Would you… be mine?” he asks shyly.
“I think I already am” I whisper and lean closer to him. He takes me into his arms and kisses me softly. I really feel like this was always supposed to happen. And I’m so happy that I met him. I snuggle close to his chest and lace my fingers with his.
Sebastian stays the night with me, holding me while we sleep, making me feel safe.
In the morning Jen comes back while we still sleep. I wake up when she’s making coffee.
“Morning” I kiss Sebastian and he wraps me tighter in his arms.
“Good morning, my love” he breathes on my neck.
“Jen’s back so we should get up”
“Let’s just stay in bed all day” he says drowsily.
“Good idea” I agree and turn my back to him so he can spoon me.
“I like this” he pulls me closer and sniffs my hair.
“Now keep your hands to yourself, mister” I tease him and giggle.
“Oh really?” he runs his hand slowly down my side making me gasp.
“I’d love to continue but as I said Jen is back. We really should get up.”
I get up and tug Sebastian’s hand. He gets up too, unwillingly.
“I’ll make it up to you” I whisper and kiss him.
“You’d better” he grabs my waist and kisses me harder.
Jen is in the kitchen drinking coffee.
“I thought you’d never wake up” she chuckles.
“Didn’t want to leave his arms” I gaze at Sebastian holding his hand.
“Didn’t want to let you go” he answers.
“Oh, sweet love…” Jen rolls her eyes. “I’m happy for you guys.”
“I’ll see you tonight, love” Sebastian promises before he leaves.
“I’ll be waiting for you” I kiss him goodbye.
“So, another date with Sebastian?” Jen asks.
“Yeah. Do you mind?”
“No, not at all! I might go see Josh”
“Good for you, Jen. I hope he’s the one for you” I hug her.
“I really like him.”
***
Later that night Jen is just leaving to meet Josh when Sebastian arrives.
They greet each other and I can’t wait to get Jen out of the house and Sebastian all to myself.
As soon an Jen is out Sebastian wraps his arms around me and gives me a passionate kiss.
“I’ve missed you, my love” he hums into my ear.
“I’ve missed you more”
But I can sense that something is not right.
“What is it, Seb?”
“I can’t stay long. I have to be somewhere…” he sounds worried.
“Is everything ok?”
“It’s… I can’t tell you. Not yet…”
“Well now I am worried”
He takes me into his arms.
What’s going on? Is he going to leave me? Was this too good to be true?
Tears fill my eyes and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s going to break up with me.
He lifts my chin up and wipes away my tears.
“Don’t cry, my love” he kisses me.
“Are you… breaking up with me?”
“No, never! We belong together” he holds me close to his heart. Listening to his heartbeat calms me down.
He picks me up and carries to the sofa. I snuggle close to him and don’t want to let go. I want him to stay. Eventually he tells me that he has to go. He really has to be somewhere soon. And I have let him go.
“I will tell you everything soon. I promise” he kisses me good night.
I watch him go. He’s beginning to run. He’s running faster now. I can’t see him anymore.
I hear a wolf howl somewhere far away. That’s strange. There are no wolves around here, not that I know of. I close the door and go to the living room. Might as well watch a movie. Can’t sleep tonight anyway because it’s full moon. It always gives me insomnia. My neck aches.
I can’t concentrate on the movie so I decide to go to the cafe near by. I want something sweet. Maybe a chocolate cappuccino. I order my drink and begin to walk back home. I get almost to my front door when I see a wolf. Apparently a male. He’s black and big. I freeze completely. The wolf is coming towards me and I my heart is beating fast. Please don’t eat me… He stops just a short distance away from me and tilts his head. He stares at me with his icy blue eyes and it feels like he’s trying to tell me not to be afraid. Then he runs past me and disappears into the night.
Oh my god! That was so scary! I drop my drink and get inside as fast as I can. Tears are running on my cheeks as I collapse on the floor. I can’t believe what just happened. After a while I get up and drag myself to the sofa. I wish Sebastian was here, he’d know how to calm me down. I send a text message to Sebastian saying that I need him. I curl up in a blanket and fall asleep, crying.
***
I wake up on the sofa. My eyes are burning. I go to the bathroom and wash my face. Yup, I look exactly how I feel. Sad.
The doorbell rings.
I don’t feel like opening the door but the doorbell keeps ringing.
”Ok, I’m coming” I mutter.
Sebastian.
I wrap my arms tightly aroung him and begin to cry.
”Darling, what’s wrong?” he asks concerned.
”I needed you last night but you weren’t here” I sob.
”I’m so sorry, love. I’m here now. Tell me what happened.”
I tell him how I went to the cafe and how I saw that big wolf and how scared I was.
”You don’t have to be scared. He won’t hurt you.”
”How would you know? You weren’t there” I say as I look at his eyes.
I pause for a moment. There’s something in his eyes. Something I can’t quite understand. The color of his eyes… it’s the same as the wolf’s eyes. He squints his eyes and tilt his head.
”Your eyes… I don’t understand…” I’m confused.
”I need to tell you something. This is very important.”
He sits on the sofa with me and takes my hands in his. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts.
”Joyce… the wolf you saw…” he begins.
”...was you.” I continue. It’s all so clear to me now.
”Yes. It was me. Once a month I turn into a wolf.”
”You’re a werewolf…”
”Now I understand if you want me to go…” he gets up. I grab his hand and pull him back to me.
”I don’t want you to go. I love you, werewolf or not” I’m still a bit confused but I do know that I love him. He takes me into his arms and kisses me.
”You have made me feel things that I thought I’d never feel. You’ve given me so much in so little time. I can’t even describe what this all means to me. It’s like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. I think you are my mate, my one and only” he says pressing his forehead against mine.
”I have never been as happy as I am with you. You are my other half. I belong to you” I tell him.
“I thought no one could tame me but with you I feel like a lapdog” he confesses.
”Oh really? Maybe I don’t want to tame you? Maybe I want to feel the beast inside of you?”
”You’d like that, wouldn't you?” he smirks.
”Maybe…”
He kisses my neck and his lips feel so hot to my skin.
”Don’t tease me. I might not be able to contain the beast much longer…” he breaths heavily and lays me down on the sofa.
He kisses me with hunger I have never felt before. I want him.
”Let me feel the beast” I moan.
He lifts me up and carries to the bedroom. Soon we are on the bed and he’s hovering over me.
”Are you sure you want this?” he asks with a low growl.
”Yes.”
He removes his t-shirt and I place my hand on his muscled chest. His breathing is heavy.
He lifts me so that he is under me and I’m straddling him.
”Take off your t-shirt” he growls and I do what he wants.
His hands are all over my body. He pulls me close and kisses me again. Our bare chests rubbing against each other. He’s rocking me against his groin. I’m so ready. He flips me under him. Gently he removes my panties. I moan. He kisses my breasts and my hands are removing his belt. I can feel him growing. He take his jeans off and places himself between my thighs.
I pull him closer and kiss him. I run my hand on his back and he moans in my mouth.
”I want to feel the beast” I whisper.
Slowly he pushes his cock in my wet pussy and I’m gasping for air.
He thrust himself further and it feel like if a lightning bolt hits me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and let him thrust even further. Faster. Harder.
”Come for me” he breaths heavily on my neck.
“Bite me” I moan.
He bites my shoulder and I come. Harder than ever before. I arch my back and let the wave crush over me.
He comes with me. My finger nails dig into his back. I don’t mind being bitten when he’s the one biting me. It just makes it all so much more intense.
He falls beside me and takes me into his arms kissing me.
”Did it hurt when I bit you?” he asks concerned.
”No, not too much. I liked it” I snuggle close to him and he kisses my head.
“You are now marked mine” he whispers.
I purr contently.
”I love you” he murmurs.
”I love you more.”
***
I wake up alone. Was it all a dream?
Faint scent of coffee is in the air. Jen must be back.
I put my oversized t-shirt on, walk into the kitchen and find Sebastian.
I walk behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, sniffing his back.
“Morning, love” he turns himself to me.
“Morning, Seb” I kiss him.
“Didn’t want to wake you up yet. I wanted to make you breakfast first” he beams.
“Really? Wow. How can you be so perfect?”
“I’m not. You are” he kisses me again.
He made coffee and sandwiches.
“And I have to take care of my perfect girl”
My heart is full of love and I want to give it all to him.
He takes me into his arms.
Jen comes home.
“I’m back!”
“Hi Jen” I mumble against Sebastian’s chest.
“Hi Jen” Sebastian says to her.
“What’s going on here then?” she says looking at the sandwiches.
“Breakfast” Sebastian answers. “There should be enough for all of us”
“Good. I’m starving!” Jen grabs a sandwich.
Sebastian lets go of me and pours coffee into mugs, handing them over to me and Jen.
“This guy is a keeper. Don’t let him go” Jen tells me.
“Not planning to” I say gazing into Sebastian’s eyes.
“For now you’ll have to because I need to go home.”
“I don’t want you to go” I take his hand.
“Don’t worry, love. I will see you tonight.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” he kisses me.
Sebastian leaves. I take my coffee and sandwich and go sit on the sofa.
Jen follows and sit beside me.
Takes some time before I noticed her neck.
”Are those hickies?”
”Yeah, so? You have one too. A big one. Is that a… bite mark?!”
Fuck. I didn’t realize that my shoulder is exposed.
”Ummm… No? Maybe?” I mumble.
”Did he hurt you?” she is fuming.
”No, he didn’t hurt me. It’s ok, Jen. I let him do it.”
”Fucking hell, Joyce. I didn’t know you’re into that kind of stuff.”
”Oh stop it” I laugh and push her making her laugh.
”But really. If he ever hurts you I will kill him with my bare hands” she gets serious again.
”Thanks, sis. But you don’t have to worry about me” I reassure her.
“I don’t have to go back home if you would like me to stay a bit longer.”
“There’s really no need to be worried. Sebastian would never hurt me. Well, not without my permission” I laugh and she rolls her eyes.
I won’t tell her what really happened. It���s my secret to keep. All she needs to know is that I am truly happy with Sebastian.
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I have found my other half and he’s a werewolf.
And all is right in my world.
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1. FSperception anon. If you think this is going to hurt anybody feel free to cut it or not to answer. I have now so little faith in AoS writers to make it better, now it seems for me like simple torture porn. In the past they were not so good at dealing with mental trauma. Maybe they will kill this "beyond redemption" Fitz, use "innocent" cryoFitz and Jemma as the only possible healer (I don't like the idea) to somehow get out in such a short time, or they will find a genius clever solution...
2. … we’ll see, but for now I don’t expect them to deal properly with it. Ad: the previous answer, before this disturbing episode (thank you:), I will definitely visit @leofitznetwork, but about “being part of the admin team” (even bigger thank you, it’s very nice to get such a proposal), sorry, I will not take a chance with my bad English and lack of talent for gifs:(
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Hello again, and thanks for your patience and understanding with this ask.
I am also struggling to have faith in the writers after this decision. They were going quite well until that “plot twist” which, to me, doesn’t make sense (with what the ‘fear dimension’ is) AND tortured Daisy for no real reason AND villainised Fitz and demonised his mental illness. The last 10 or so minutes of that episode make me want to tear my hair out!! I’m honestly struggling to see how they’re going to fix it to my satisfaction (spoiler alert; so far I haven’t thought of a winning idea) but I do have a few ideas about where I think they’re going (not what I want, really, but lbr that ship has most definitely sailed!)
Several of my ideas revolve around what you’ve suggested, where this version of Fitz dies. It’s a very common redemption trope, first of all, but it also makes sense with a couple of things they’ve been setting up: eg., Fitz could see taking on Coulson’s deal/debt with Ghost Rider as a way of saving Coulson (and ‘paying back’ his debt to Daisy). They could also be intending to draw a parallel between the end(ish) of this season and the end of season 1, with Fitz harking back to the idea that “you can choose right now to be good” and sacrificing himself in some other way (maybe taking Daisy’s place). This also ties in with what I don’t see as his morality but which they recently used, which is the idea that one life is better than two. Perhaps both him and Daisy are in danger and this time, one last time, he has Daisy’s back, sort of thing. This would break the loop, they’d resurrect cryoFitz (bc he doesn’t have to go to the future now) and continue on their merry way and make sure Fitz gets meds and therapy and sleep (*sarcastic laughter*)
(Or, maybe, Daisy saves him and sacrifices herself instead - which ties into the inevitability of it bc he tried to save her so she saved him and the same thing ended up happening, and/or relates to something future!Fitz said in one of the older flashbacks, about how “she knew what it would mean / what would happen and she did it anyway” - he was supposed to be mad at her in that scene, but it seemed out of place to me. It would make more sense if there was this element of grief to it because if he had sacrificed himself it would have broken the loop, but her doing it means they got stuck. Then the problem for the writers becomes how to break the damn loop!)
I also feel weird about that last scene because of the whole “in order to do this we’re going to have to get more brutal” element. Are they shitting me? Imo that goes against the ethos of Shield (at least what the show is aiming for anyway) and especially what they were pushing at the beginning of this season, going super hard on the idea of compassion. Them going back in time and then starting this whole “we’re going to have to be more brutal” thing could be the start of it all (and maybe that’s why they felt they had to do it and it felt so heavy handed). I’d love if the team realised that and then went, “no wait, compassion is the answer!” and fixed it. Fitz would be a good character to do that with, so maybe they saw that and thought they had to fuck up his compassion compass to make it work. (They didn’t. But anyway). Maybe that would be too obvious, but then again, clearly what I actually want or would do is way too complex!!
I’m pretty sure this Fitz will probably die. If nothing else, they’re a bit of a fan of redemption by death on this show (when they’re not completely against it), but also, it would still allow them to be dramatic af and mess around with the timelines so we get heaps of drama and no consequences. (Which can be great fun, but at the moment, imo, is as you said - it’s basically torture porn).
They’re not going to have the solution be to go back in time and make sure Fitz takes his meds and gets some sleep, that’s for sure. We’re in for a lot more plot-driven flash-bang nonsense imo. And a whoooole heap of tying Fitz’s trauma, flaws, character and redemption into the FS relationship from the looks of things. Whoooo ((sarcasm)). Although it does also look like they’re going somewhere with FitzDaisy, and I sincerely hope they handle that like a newborn freaking bird. They’ve not been great at resolving their conflicts with dignity either the last couple of times, they just sort of handwave like “oh yeah so they made up it was nice”, so I’m on edge about how they’re going to handle this one too. It’s really important to me that they get it right, especially since this whole season I’ve been waiting for them to unfuck the Framework and they seem to be doubling down instead. Not happy, Jan.
Anywaaaay sorry for that slightly off-topic ramble, I have a lot of thoughts in my head about all this, but long story short, I share your feelings and concerns. I’m also going to be happy to celebrate the Fitz that I love over at the Net when I get the chance. I’ll be glad to have your visits and support, even if you don’t want to be an admin. Thanks again for the ask, for sharing your concerns with me and being patient with me in answering. I hope you have a good week, and that this show treats us (and our faves) better in the coming episodes!
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