#I TRULY WASNT FAMILIAR WITH HIS GAME

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[leclercsfilm]

i am your legacy

aegon is out of character. i do indeed hate alicent so much that she turned me into feeling pity for aegon. if alicent has no hater im dead. english is not my first language.

aegon looked at the door.

every moment, he anticipated his mother entering with her own cup of wine, as if she was teasing him. he knew her plan. it was not hard to not know her plan.

for her, he was just a playable character in this game of twist and turns. he was her way. out or in, it doesn't matter.

the noise was heard, yet he didn't look up. he knew better. alicent finally entered the room.

they always came to this. she would always remained him of his duty, of his right. but his right was given, not earned. and, because of that, he was truly afraid.

aegon knew the real reason behind the cruel death of his beloved son. aegon's younger brother, killed lucerys. which caused the anger on the blacks side. it should have ended right then, year's ago, with aemond's eye out.

now aegon wished he could at least comfort his family about this new 'situation'.

their actions have consequences. just because they've made aegon a king, that doesn't mean they are not immune to the blow.

it's almost as no one truly cares. aegon locked himself in his chambers, yet no one tried to even reach for his door. everyone is referring to his son as 'the boy' as if they are not related at all.

they are not even angry, or sad for his violent death. they are just angry for the lack of naivety of people. they are angry because their power slipped away from them.

'i see you are here, not attending your duites...' - she barks at him

'i see no reason to do so.'

'you are king, at least you need to keep an appearance.' she chuckled 'people are looking up to you now. you are their source of power.'

'what kind of power do i have, mother? what power do i have over you and your rats?' - aegon looked at her

he was at the table, playing with his fingers. he stopped doing it for so many years. after his sons vdeath, he became quickly familiar with an old habit of his.

'we will not have this conversation now.' - she furrowed her brows, and pressed her lips. she is taunting him.

'i don't see any use of me then.' - aegon looked down at his feet.

alicent pitied only herself. she wasnt like this before. what if it wasn't his son beheaded that night, what if it was helaena, or maybe aemond? would she then care at all?

'its rather funny, how many things have you done in my name...'

mocking her, reminding her of her constant failure of trying to be into politics. she had a taste of politics once, and now she had a right to marsh into council and question his decisions.

a silence overruled. the only noise that was heard was alicent letting go of her necklace that she was playing with since begining.

'for your actions my people will blame me, not you, mother.'

alicent closed her eyes to calm herself. she quickly grabbed her goblet, thinking as if all of this was for her son, right? or was it for her father? maybe somehow it all turned out to be for her?

'it was easier with my dead father.' - aegon stated out of blue.

he touched his unruly thin hair, thinking for himself, was it the silver hair that made people follow him? clearly, it can't be his manhood. rhaenyra's heir has it as well. but he does not have his silver hair.

'he would do his own thing. in his own world. alone in a room.'

alicent stared at her son. they never had a conversation about viserys. that man was dead for them since begining.

'maybe you tormented him as you do me now.' - aegon countinued with his insults

alicent quicly stands.

'how dare you question my loyalty, my doings with your father? viserys was nothing but a content man beside me. rhaenyra left him here alone when he was fighting with that awful illness-'

'we all know why my half-sister left.' - he started

'you speaking exhausts me more then waking up after a night full of wine, mother.' - aegon countinioued his insults

'the best thing you can do is to leave. let the king to attend his duties, with his council.'

his melancholy turned bittersweet. his face was graced with a little smirk, who is fighting to not become a mocking laugh.

alicent turned away, leaving her gobblet at the table. she was already overwhelmed with a fight from morning with cole. now she has angry aegon roaming the castle.

'without you mother, of course. maybe you need to pray... you've lost a grandson, haven't you?'

'or, perhaps, queen mother would like to do.... nothing?'

with that, alicent had left. she needed to see father and encourage to feed aegons ego before he does something unrational.

gabblet full of wine was thrown. wine was all over the floor, shining in a candle light.

'you forgot i am you legacy. you forgot i can be just like you.'

[stuntdemon-6]

When the White Winds Blow...

Game of Thrones (show) fanfic. Pre-series. Fluff. A little bit of ansgt in Jon's section, cause even at 11 he's still a broody little bastard. 2,000+ words

Summery - The storm was fiercer than any Winterfell had seen in years. The wind seemed to shake the stone walls, and it was impossible to sleep with the thunderous noise outside. Northerners don't scare easy, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do. The Stark children are no exception. They knew if they sought out their parents, their Lord Father would just send them back to their beds. They were far too proud to seek their Septa, even the youngest little lord. Where else are they supposed to turn, except their older brother? It's the snow that's scaring them, so it should be a Snow that comforts them, shouldnt it?

Authors Note: I know Rickon would have been born already, in the show's timeline, but I couldnt decide where a 1-ish year old would fit into this story. Like, would he be in a nursery? Does he still have a wetnurse? Would Robb have gone to his room to get him, and bring him to Jon's to be with the rest? Or would they leave him to the Septa, or would Catelynn be checking in on him? I don't know. So I decided he doesnt exist. lol.

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Winterfell hadnt seen a blizzard of this magnitude in a long while. The wind was harsh enough to knock a grown man off his feet, tonight. The temperature dropped low enough to freeze your fingers off in no time flat. Soon there would be so much snow that hardly anyone would be able to walk through it. It wasn't anywhere near the kind of weather winter would bring soon enough, but after such a long and comparatively mild summer, it was truly an unsettling event. Northerners don't scare easy, mind you, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do.

The first to give into fear was Bran. To the surprise of no one. He was the youngest, after all. A child of only 5. He had already been jumpy during the day when the storm was only just beginning. No matter how many times someone assured him it was 'only the wind,' he still startled at every gust and refused to step outside. His older brothers teased him, but for once he didn't care. The winds howled like the monsters in Old Nans stories. And as the storm picked up, his ever so brave brothers stayed nearer and nearer to the main doors until they too began finding reasons not to leave. That scared Bran even more.

Another burst of wind came screaming past his covered window, and Bran could have sworn the great stone walls of Winterfell were trembling just as much as him. He wasnt an easy kid to scare. He wasnt. But try as he might, he couldnt choke down the gasp that escaped him, sitting bolt upright in his darkened room. He still had a candle burning at his bedside. He wasnt supposed to, not at this hour. He just didn't want it to be so… dark. Not with the noise outside. Not with the way his heart pounded.

Another scream of wind, and he had enough.

He threw aside his blanket and reached for the candle, all but running for his bedroom door. It wasnt until he grabbed the handle that he rememebed he wasnt supposed to wander the halls this late. The knowledge didnt stop him, but it did slow him down. He pealed the door open quietly and padded out into the hall, bare feet moving silently across the cold stone floor. He knew he couldn't go to his parents. His father would just send him back to his room, say something about how they have nothing to fear from wind. His mother would walk him back and tuck him in, but then she would leave, and he would be alone again. He could go find Septa Mordane, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He didn't want just anyone to know he was afraid. And besides, she would tell his mother.

His feet carried him down a familiar path, and when he realized where he was going, he was almost shocked at himself. It's so obvious, he thought, why didnt i think of him first?

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Sansa didn't think there was anything wrong with being afraid, really. Not that she was, of course. But if someone else were afraid tonight, she would understand it. It only took one glance out the window to find reason for it. Sure, the sound of the wind was startling, but that should do little more than make you jump. Maybe keep you from falling asleep. No, the sound was no reason to be afraid.

The sight, though…

She shouldnt have looked outside. She should have kept her window closed like she'd been told, to keep the wind and the chill out and not let the warmth of her fireplace escape. But you can't fault an 8 year old for being curious, can you? What greeted her when she pulled the shutters back was not her usual view. It wasnt the familiar gardens and pathways and endless night sky full of glittering stars that she often wished upon. There were no trees, no towers, no walls or battlements. In a moment of pure shock, she almost wondered if she had imagined all of that. All she saw now was white.

The snow was falling so heavily, so densely, that it was all the eye could see. It blocked out the sky. It blocked out the ground. Sansa had once dreamed of what it'd be like to fly among the clouds, but if this was what she would see up there, than she wanted no part in it. It didnt even looked like she was in Winterfell. Or rather, it looked like Winterfell was gone.

Suddenly, Sansa found it difficult to breath.

She knew it was irrational. She knew it was just snow. It was just snow. In the morning, when the storm passed, the snow would be gone and Winterfell would return to her. She would look out her window and be able to see the sun. Everything would be fine come morning.

But morning was not coming anytime soon.

And Sansa was not fine now.

Septa Mordane would say she was being silly. Mother and Father would, too. Gods only knew how badly Robb would tease her if he saw her like this. But she needed someone to make it alright. Someone she could see right now to remind her that she was home. She was safe. Winterfell hadn't left her, even if the window told her otherwise. More than anything, in that very moment, Sansa needed to be held.

There was no shame in being afraid, she reminded herself as she left her room. And if there is, there's one person who wont judge me for it.

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He was not scared. That's what Robb told himself, sitting at the foot of his bed with his eyes trained on the door, listening to the wind. He was 11 years old. He was practically grown. And he was a Stark, at that. He was not scared of a storm. He could fall asleep whenever he pleased, as easy as any other night, he just… wasnt tired yet. His thoughts were too busy, is all.

A storm this bad would bring heavy snowfall. Robb had seen plenty of heavy snows. Snow that came up to his knees, up to his waist even. Snow that he had a hard time moving through without help. But none of those storms had sounded this bad or lasted this long.

The storm started during the day and had only gotten progressively worse and worse, showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. How much snow would they end up with? Would it be taller than him? Would it be taller than even Father?

Would they be able to open the doors? Would there be too much for the servants to clear away, and leave them trapped inside until it began to thaw? It had been freezing cold for days and would likely stay that way. Would the snow thaw at all? How many days would it take for them to get back to life as normal?

How were horses and carts supposed to get in and out, if the snow got that bad? Would they be able to get food? Were the horses going to freeze out there?

Oh, gods.

No, he was not scared. He wasnt. He was just being… practical. That was it. Thinking about the potential risks, like a man, like the future Lord of Winterfell should. He wasnt scared. He was cautious.

A shuffling sound drew him out of his thoughts. Quiet enough that it would have been drowned out by the wind outside, if his ears hadnt already been searching for anything else to focus on. It sounded like…

With a smile, he got to his feet. He knew exactly what that sounded like. He pulled the door open, "Little late for a stroll, isnt it?"

Arya jumped nearly a foot in the air. She spun on her heel, backtracking to where he stood and hissing out, "Keep your voice down."

"You're not supposed to leave your room at night." He pointed out, smile still in place even as he lowered his volume to match hers.

"I know that!" She replied.

"Then where are you going?"

She shrugged, "To bother Jon. Why do you care?" Her words were the only calm thing about her. Her back was ramrod straight. Her eyes darted around the hall as if waiting for a monster to jump out and claw them both to shreds. When another gust of wind passed by outside, Robb watched his little sister jump once more.

"You're scared." He observed.

"Am not!"

"Than go back to bed."

Arya crossed her arms. "No."

"Because you cant sleep." Robb couldnt help but tease, "Because you're scared."

She scoffed, "You're awake too."

"I'm not tired."

"Yeah, right."

He wasnt in the mood to debate with a 6 year old girl. Not when his own thoughts were still on his perfectly reasonable concerns about the storm waging all around them. He heaved a dramatic sigh and shut his bedroom door behind him. "Come along, then, sister. Let's go bother Jon together. I'll make sure the scary wind doesnt hurt you on the way."

As they got closer to Jon's room, just down the hall from his own, Robb let a shakier and less practical thought cross his mind. Gods, Jon, please still be awake.

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Jon's thoughts were not on the storm, but on his siblings. He knew them all better than anyone. Even Sansa, who recently began to fully grasp what the word 'bastard' meant and started to pull away, started only refering to him as her 'half-brother.' Despite distancing herself, she was always right next to the rest in his thoughts. He knew none of them could possibly be asleep during a storm like this. That was what kept him awake.

His younger siblings were strong, but they were still small. Jon remembered being 8 like Sansa, 6 like Arya, 5 like Bran. He remembered how badly storms used to scare him then. How he would curl up in bed, keep a candle burning in secret so as not to be left alone in the dark, refuse to look out his window in fear of what he would and wouldnt see. He remembered the one time he'd tried to seek some comfort. Wandered out of his room in the dead of night, hoping to find Septa Mordane or Maester Lewin or, hells, even Father. Anyone who might be able to assure him that the storm would pass.

He found Lady Catelynn instead. He had been younger than even Bran was, now. Hadnt truly grasped the meaning of being a bastard, hadn't yet understood why Lady Catelynn seemed to hate him so much, and in his fearful state he had all but forgotten. The scolding he received was an effective reminder.

Jon wished he could check on his siblings. There wasnt a shred of doubt in his mind that they were all scared, tonight. This storm was worse than any the younger ones had seen in their lives. Even Robb was probably unnerved by it. More than once, Jon had gotten out of bed and made it halfway to his door, intent on heading to one of thier rooms and knocking. Just knocking. If they didn't answer, than maybe he was wrong and they were able to sleep. Maybe they were tougher than he had been, at their ages. And if not, if they were as scared as he thought they'd be, than they wouldnt have to be scared alone.

But he knew they'd all send him away.

Robb would be offended at the mere thought of him being afraid of a snowstorm. Arya, too. They both saw themselves as far too strong and rational for that. Sansa might be open to having company, but she would never want his company. Not anymore. Bran might let him in, but he would be worried about Jon getting in trouble for being out of bed so late. He wouldn't want him to stay.

So there he laid. Staring at the ceiling above his bed. Worrying about his siblings.

When the sound of shuffling feet and quiet voices met his ears. He sat up slowly, careful not to make a noise as he strained to hear more. He couldnt make out any words, but he heard several people speaking in hushed tones just outside his door. Then a hesitant knock.

He got up and answered it.

Robb stood at the front of the pack, a sheepish look on his face. Arya was at his left, face set in a frown and arms crossed, taut as a bowstring. A step behind to Robb's right was Bran. The poor kid was shaking, his expression holding nothing but fear and making no attempt to hide that fact. At the back stood Sansa. She was the one to break the moment of silence that settled over them as Jon stared at them in open confusion. To the shock of every single one, she shoved right passed the other three and directly into Jon's arms.

He drew her close on instinct. His mind might still be struggling to make sense of it all, but if his sister needed to be held, than he would hold her. She didn't need to ask, and he didnt need to ask why. His eyes drifted over the faces of the rest, meeting each in turn, before it all clicked in his mind. He kept one arm around Sansa as he stepped aside to let them in. Bran wasted no time in climbing up onto Jon's bed and tucking his knees up to his chest. Arya followed suit, planting herself like a tree right next to him.

Robb shut the door softly behind him, whispering into the quiet room, "Hope we didn't wake you."

"No," Jon replied, "Wasn't tired."

[tenaciouschronicler]

November 16 2024 2009

Welp. Lots happened in the past two weeks so this is gonna be longer to get through it all.

Nov 6

Finally we get to see Dave's strife animation. It wasnt what I expected but given all the context it makes sense. Dave is a bonafide fighter with 8 options with the new ones being:

Abuse - treat with cruelty

Accuse - claim someone commited offense

Assail - make a planned, violent attack

Assault - physical attack

Unfortunately, Bro slashes his options leaving Dave unable to us them. This is the first fight were we cannot do anything but watch Dave get beatdown by a puppet. Thats right, Bro isnt even seen beyond a few flashes. The main fight is with Lil Cal.

We switch over to Jade who is talking with Rose back before Rose loses power. Jade continues to be cryptic about her knowledge in the whole situation but its not too bad as weve already seen parts unfold.

We switch to Rose back in the mausoleum, grabbing Jaspers and decending into the secret passage Mom revealed.

We go back to Jade (lots of switching perspectives this day) whos finally decided to go downstairs.

Nov 8

But before she actually descends we get to see John! Very cool idea using the color reminders for transition.

John is in the middle of a fight loop with the two ogre halequins we saw scaling the platforms Rose created. There are some great movements as John powers up his pogo hammer to try and attack but unfortunately he gets beat back with the Sassacre book. From there hes flung around with the tire swing and deftly saved and healed by Nanna.

Nov 9

We jump to the far future with Peregrine Mendicant who is very surprised by the worm that appeared from the apple and vice versa. This worm decides the mailboxes are a great snack much to PMs disdain. They are fitted with a very nice black sword that does not bode well for the worm.

The gameFAQ page is updated by John. A twist but very welcome. I wonder when he had time to do so. I didnt get to fully explore the punch card code before the reveal of how it functions so I only figured out half of it (being that the code on the back was base64) while John figured out the binary part first to convert to the captcha code. For supposedly not knowing how structures work, John is surprisingly very knowledgable! Im gonna have to place John very firmly in my 'favorite characters' list. We have a lot in common honestly and Im curious on how the game will change him over time.

We are back with Rose after this who is now exploring the secret lab. Above the door is a SN logo (skaianet?) with and atom symbol on the top of the S and the spirograph on the bottom.

Nov 10-12

In the lab we find a giant HUBGRID of what I believe are server drives. The pattern of the layout is very familiar, a checkerboard devided into four parts glowing in pulsing green.

Back with Jade, we get to see some levels of the house filled with her Grandpas interests. The Harleys seem to like breaking established patterns as Grandpa does not have a single interests instead he has:

big game

valient knights

decrepit mummies

beautiful portraits of ladies bleached blue by the sun

Out of these I would be happiest if he stuck with knights. On the last level is a giant worm creature which looks very similar to Johns Typheus browser.

Before we get any further to the outdoors, one of those Trollslum people finds a way to pester Jade. New character unlock? (imagine this said in the most scathing polite southern church goer accent for maximum enjoyment) CarcinoGeneticist seems like *such* a pleasant fella, they have manners but bless, they dont say much.

Truly though, whoever this is seems inordinately angry over what is happening. Who is this and why does it matter to them? Apparently they know the world is ending, believe its Jades fault, believe it was going to be so, and then fail miserably to live up to the troll name. Just calling someone stupid isnt enought to really troll someone, friend.

Going back to Rose, we use the kiosk to see the grid better with the third hub encompasing 0288-0431 is unlocked. In the center of the hub is a transportalizer, though Rose doesnt know it. Rose shows she is just as bad at modi systems as everyone else, grabbing her laptop and transporting Jaspers to who knows where. After switching to leaf instead of root, Rose finds the unlocked hub (which after counting is #0413) and plugs in her laptop which leads to some of the coolest visuals of sylladex operations as the cable connects the two cards.

At the back is a countdown (Hussie really likes countdowns) that for us starts at 3 min and 14 sec until 'unestablishment'.

Nov 13

We jump to PM who has gone through the whole rigamaroll WV did to start the timer to also start a journey to, hopefully, where WV landed. The worm was beheaded, the 'apple' is sideways, and three more worm 'legs' appear to right it before takeoff.

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(I wanna say again, thank yall for understanding me taking time away from this. I really wanted to at least read the updates but even that was hard. But Im back and better so lets see where this comic takes us!)

[raveneira]

The reason I dont believe KawaSara and BoruSumi are dead yet

Im gonna show you a few pages, pay close attention

Notice anything consistent? if your answer is all 3 girls shown had their feelings explicitly expressed and confirmed by their own mouths and also third parties then you are correct.

Sumire’s feelings were confirmed by herself as well as Kawaki and Katasuke

Chocho’s feelings were confirmed by herself

Ada’s feelings were confirmed by herself, Code, and Shikamaru

Yet when you look at Sarada...theres zero confirmation of any kind neither by herself or anyone else.

I’ll elaborate, the question is asked but never answered, the topic is brought up but never addressed, Sarada will react but always deny or avoid not in a ‘omg I cant let my feelings be exposed’ way but in a ‘omg I really dont wanna talk about this right now’ way.

Ikemoto has confirmed 3 girls one sided feelings, so whats holding him back from doing the same for Sarada? ask yourself, what does he have to lose? BoruSara is the most popular ship so he would have more ppl celebrating him than he would hating him so theres no fear of major backlash if he did go all the way and confirm it so why not? its not like he couldnt still play the will they wont they game since Boruto’s feelings would still be unknown until the end so why not go for it? Ikemoto actually has far more to GAIN by making BoruSara semi canon than NOT so dont gimme that ‘hes just being careful and taking his time’ crap, that’d only fly if BoruSara was an extremely small ship with a very small fanbase which it isnt, so if theres any fandom he’d wanna commit to it’d be them.

So why hasnt he? what reason does he possibly have to hold back if this is truly the intended endgame? because it’ll be too obvious? so what, like I said BoruSara is the biggest fanbase so what harm does that do? you think Ikemoto is really gonna be THAT hurt by losing KawaSara, BoruSumi, MitsuSara, and BoruMitsu fans? hell no, same way Kishimoto wasnt hurt by losing NaruSaku, SasuHina, SasuKarin, and SasuNaru fans, that SasuSaku and NaruHina money was more than enough.

So I ask you again, WHY hold back when he has literally NOTHING to lose but EVERYTHING to gain? the answer is pretty obvious.

The only reason Ikemoto would be holding back is if he doesnt intend for BoruSara to be endgame, the only reason you would ever hold back to this extent but not on anything else is if you dont plan on making it a thing to begin with but you dont want to lose those supporters.

Let me put it this way, if Ikemoto catered to KawaSara and BoruSumi the ships he really wants canon and neglected BoruSara, what do you think is gonna happen? if you’ve seen any BoruSara fans statements you know they consider KawaSara and BoruSumi happening as ruining the series and feel that Kishimoto is ‘fixing’ his mistakes he made in Naruto [SS/NH canon] by making BoruSara canon [basically NS as it rightfully should’ve been in their opinion] and that doing otherwise will ruin Sarada and the series entirely [sounds familiar right?]

So what do you thinks gonna happen if Ikemoto made it clearer that KawaSara and BoruSumi were endgame and pushed Boruto and Sarada as just friends? obviously BoruSara fans, the biggest fanbase, will be furious with him and the backlash will be enormous, he’ll lose support, money, and the viewership will plummet drastically even more than they have already making it far more likely to get axed prematurely.

So what do you think he does to avoid that? obviously he caters to that fanbase, gives them little winks and nudges, just enough content to keep BoruSara fans hopeful and still reading, but refuse to give concrete confirmation from either side, and why do you think that is? because he has something else in mind.

For the record Im not saying I know for a fact KawaSara and BoruSumi are endgame, no I dont, Im saying if he IS planning on making them endgame then him avoiding confirming neither Boruto nor Sarada’s feelings but just keep teasing the possibility makes perfect sense.

He cant risk pissing off that fanbase because it’ll be a huge loss if he loses those viewers, so he gives them just enough to keep them around but never commits which makes no sense if BoruSara is endgame because he’d gain way more by confirming it than not, so the fact that he isnt just screams baiting until he’s ready to reveal his real endgame when he has nothing to lose.

So thats why I dont believe KawaSara and BoruSumi are dead yet, because the fact that Ikemoto wont commit to making BoruSara semi canon just screams bait and unlike them Im not fallin for it.

If Ikemoto eventually commits and confirms them semi canon I will say GGs then, but until then Im not takin the bait and remaining open minded until then.

[scalproie]

soundwave (was HE in the blue character poll? or do i need to hit someone w my car) for the character ask game. and sure do all of them why not

NO HE WAS DW he was against optimus but if he wasnt there it wouldve been my last straw

• My first impression of them

Oh so he's the coolest character in transformers prime huh

• When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

Oh so hes the coolest character in transformers as a whole huh

• A song that reminds me of them

I did not go insane over him on this song two years ago to not put it here

• How many people I ship them with

ONE I either dont really care or dont like most soundwave ships

• My favorite ship of them

Soundrod You Will Always Be Famous.

• My least favorite ship of them

Theorically I UNDERSTAND the appeal but I CANNOT see him with any of the other decepticon high command whether itd be megatron, starscream or shockwave

• A quote of them that you remember

[clown music]

• Your favorite outfit of them

Prime, Cyberverse and Earthspark You Will Always Be Famous.

• Your least favorite outfit of them

the comics. Like YEAH its his g1 design and you cant improve perfection but I wish there was a bit more edge to him yknow?

• Describe the character in one sentence

Play that funky music, blue bot

• What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

The perfect decepticon didnt need to go as hard as it did

• Sexuality hc!

Autobot-sexual which is synonymus with moro-sexual

• Your favorite friendship they have

His kids and pets dont count so get over here shadowstriker

• Best storyline they had

Hey guys are you perhaps familiar with a little arc called the quintesson arc from transformers cyberv

• Worst storyline they had

Remember him in rid2015? I wish i didnt

• A childhood headcanon

NEVER A CHILD

• What do you think their first word was?

edm

• How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

NEVER A CHILD

• The most random ship you've seen people have with them

bro its transformers theres a random ship everyday

• An headcanon

So autistic even by tf standards. Always a surprise to him when bots are like wow... soundwave is so mysterious and kinda creepy...

• When do you think they were at their happiest?

Cyb soundwave somehow cemented himself as the definitive soundwave in my mind. Anyway when the peace treaty got signed.

• When do you think they were at their lowest?

The whole fucking war babeyyy

• Future headcanon

:) one day he will finally finish a series alive with an autobot bf

• What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

has a really normie taste in music actually

• When do you think they acted the most ooc

Its transformers theyre always OOC depending on who you ask

• When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

that stupid cyberverse dance

• If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

put that beast in no straight road

• The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

I will literally never get over him fucking walking everywhere in cyberverse. Hes one of the decepticons weve seen the most are you telling me they COULDNT afford an armored SUV model? God bless

• How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Cybertron's best single dad by default

• The funniest scene they had?

When isnt he funny. [clown music]

[simplicity73]

Alright ,against my better judgements, and my want to make more halo friends , here is the Prolouge for my Halo fic. Strap yourselves in , this is one heck of a fun and wild ride that I enjoy writing , and dearly hope you all enjoy reading just as much

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 Prologue  : The offer

How long have I been here “ Samantha Walker asked herself, staring up at the grey ceiling of her cell. Maybe it had been a few days , or weeks or even months- she wasnt entirely sure. There was plenty she wasn’t sure about those days . Was she under arrest? Was she going to be tried as a war criminal ? Was the only voice in her head hers? What was the UNSC keeping her around for?

What she did know was that the solitude and quiet of the holding facility that kept her was torture. After spending so many years with another person (even if it was just an A.I ) shoved into her head, the quiet would drive her mad.

‘ I don’t think they’d arrest you’  the familiar voice spoke ‘ you know too much, you’re a good soldier-’ 

“ Who turned their back on the UNSC to join what is- WAS- essentially a terrorist organization”

‘You had humanity’s best interest at heart. And when it came to it, you did join the right side.

“A little late in the game though. I wasn’t fast enough to save you”

“Samantha Walker”

A  different voice- a guards voice-  cut her conversation with the Alpha A.I off ( her imaginative one at least) As it had said, she was a good soldier. In the blink of an eye she was off the bed and standing at attention- even though the man unlocking her sell wasn’t a ranked officer.

“Let’s go “ he said, opening the door and stepping aside “ you’re being summoned”

As much as she wanted to ask  by who. She merely followed orders, keeping her questions to herself . The answers would come to her soon enough after all. She held out her wrists, expecting to, and in fact, being cuffed tightly .

‘ Not under arrest, but still treated like a criminal’ 

 She sighed as the guard led her down a hall, towards the interrogation rooms, which she had  been in countless times since turning in the director , and his failed Project Freelancer over to the UNSC . Maybe now that all the proceedings were over, she would actually be put under arrest .

Sam was surprised to see that the  room was already occupied when the door opened.  Two people were seated opposite of where she was expected to sit. One man was in an electric wheel chair- a result of some old war injury no doubt, but wore a  military dress suit . The other was much younger. He  wore a black suit and tie, had a clean shaven head and a particular tattoo on the left side of his face: a fist  holding 3 arrows. 0

‘ONI…’ Sam knew right away , just by the way the  two seemed to carry themselves  What does the Office of Naval Intelligence want with me?

“Hello Lieutenant” the man in the wheel chair began “Please, have a seat”

“Not Lieutenant anymore,Sir”  Sam said , doing as she was told and sitting across from them . “ As far as I’m concerned ,I’ve been branded as a traitor, terrorist and war criminal”

“ If that were truly the case, You’d have been sent to a more secure facility than this”  he continued “  The UNSC doesn’t usually accommodate traitors but ONI can make a special exception  for the woman who helped put an end to Project Freelancer”

Ah. So they do have more they need to ask 

“ I’m not sure what else there is to say Sir. I’ve given my reports and all classified data to  you guys already “

“You’re service record is what we are more interested in “ finally the man  with the tattoo spoke. His accent was thick, and  for  only for a moment she struggled to under stand what he had said until he spoke again- while with drawing a data pad from  from a case on the table, pulling up on the holographic screen what could only be Sam’s dossier “ ODST with the 105th division,  the first of the Freelancer Project and to experiment with A.I neuro-implants. Outstanding physical and  mental marks, comparable only to the best of the UNSC officers. “ he looked at her over the top of the pad “ perhaps even only to the Spartans”

“I’m sorry and you are?” she didn’t mean to come off as rude, but this man looked more civilian than  military, yet he was going over her back ground as if he was the highest officer with the  highest clearance in the entire damned army

“Jun, Chief of Staff of Spartan operations,and this is Commander Musa”

“Spartans…” Sam raised an eyebrow at him “ I wasn’t aware that the Spartans were still around after the war”

“We don’t die easily” he said, and suddenly Sam felt a little intimidated by him. Even though he was seated, it suddenly hit her that if they were standing, he would  certainly have the look of those legendary soldiers that  she had only ever heard about

“And what does a Spartan in a suit and tie want with me?” she asked after a second or two of silence 

“As we said “ Musa replied “ ONI can make exceptions for those whom the UNSC thought were deserters  . So long as they have the proper skillset. And you, Miss Walker, have an extensive skillset.”

“We’d like to have you on board to help the Spartan IV program. If you’re ready to get out of the UNSC  and Project Freelancer”

She looked at both of the, a little too stunned to speak right away. “ So wait… you’re here to…offer me a job?”

“More or less” Jun shrugged “ despite your track with  Dr. Leonard Church’s project , we at ONI don’t believe in locking up valuable assets. You’re a good soldier, with the best interests for humanity at heart. We believe we need more people like  that at the helm of the new Spartan program.”

Sam felt all of the blood drain from her face. Alpha- or at least the Alpha she continued to see and hear in her head- had said the same thing. It was odd though, hearing it spoken from a flesh and blood person, rather than her  own sub concious where the ghost of her A.I still lingered. 

“What sort of job would  you have me doing?” she asked 

“In short, You’ll be our assistant . Handling recruitment files, training regiments, so on so forth”

Jun flipped the tablet over and slid it across the table to her, showing her a basic over view of what she could expect. 

A way out ‘ she thought , reading it over and over again , taking in every detail ‘ a newstart. A way to actually …do something right and maybe …just do something worth while ‘

“I accept” She said . 

[inside-a-sinners-mind]

Hi. I mean, Hell-o.

Whats in the word Hi? To many beginnings, and how many goodbyes? I never say goodbye, i dont do funerals, and i dont go to graves. Death is the permant fear of me., and the craziest thign is that im not afraid to di, but im more afraid that live will go on without me and that no one will even notice that im no longer living. Im existing, im a hollow damn near empty shell of whom i used to be. Pain. it didnt change me, emotinally was already dead inside form the lack of love or care. or maybe i was just blind to those who truly loved me, and now that everything around me reeks of failure do i truly start to see that everythign in me is spewing hatred for the living and those whom can be free. I have hoped for many things in life but the one thing i wanted was to be loved. Just honest love, someone to look at me every single day and tell me that i will always come back for you, and mean it. TO Never be the joker or butt of the jokes for loving someone and proudly looking stupid. I have had it too many times...or so i thought. Maybe this was the hardest chess games and queen beat rook everytime because i started to focus on me. ho selfish, yup ho, the word that everyone uses to describe me because i finally comfortable in my body. only took me 28 years, to find clothes that fit and were me, not somones handme down, or my mother butt floss, or my cousin who idolized the most, for not letting me slide. Actually all of them Osss, they kept the world spinning for a sinner like me, someone who knew all the darkness but always kept the light in. until i was alone with one friend, laughing and having a spill of lemonade telling them the horrors i thought was normal. I never knew a better Bear, Kitty, and Taco Flavored kisses, but my Lonely island was the one i never thought was an oppenant, she was literally my everything, and i lost it all in one swing, because i need to let it out. She did what she thought was right i guess, but i had never used my hands to cause harm...since i was provisioned that way. I hated the pool but them it became my transperncy circle. I could lay in the water and be clean, but it somehow triggered me to be dirty. I never think about savannah, because all i remeber is 3 reds and a little boy who just wanted to swim, and a little girl who wanted to know what the biggest secret was. Kuriousity, Kills every searching soul link, when i search for it i find it. Never takes me long, Ol' Red, was the athemn that i didnt really understand, Love will always be the weak link in human society; show me affection and my legs fly, and all rational thinking goes out the window. To be loved, to be free, to be me, something i can never be again, for i couldnt breathe, but i made it, but i couldnt see, but you made it, i still feel him lingering, but hes a ghost, but i,....like it never happened all over again, like my words were taken from me, just like the churches silenced the little women, i was never allowed to repeat, what has forsaken me. I am not lost, or depressed, i am just not who i used to be, and that isnt alright with me but i can not change the past. I can not become her. prideful, powerful, strong, and had every sense of home. Now i wonder the streets like a lost pug with tears flowing for the thought of a persons voice. I hear them everywhere but i never see them until i know a voice before a face, and its like magic, i see the picture of them where, how, alone or not ,safe or not. Sage, the name is not a familiar of mines, but shes hurting, she lost but she wasnt always that way, she drank the pain until it bled into a point but i know that she is better now, hurling to the skin to spit out the poison, she cnat take it anymore, will the hunted, bart the brother, and a friend of a sandmine, the past cant be, so be kind AjC because those who werer not kind to you will bring you boutiful of blessing, ease the pain not with dirty water or nonremembrance for you were the first to help me see that

IM THE SH*T

SURPRISED.....yeah metoo.

[gontagokuhara]

big brains only

ok. ok. let me preface by saying sonia is my girliepop my fave danganronpa girlie in my top 3 characters out of any of the games. i also think sooooo much about sdr2 . what im getting at is i know what im talking about ok i think about these stupid characters more than their creators ever have And im not publishing anything focusing on my fave of the games JUST LET ME COOK!!!!

my sleeper danganronpa interest resurfacing has led me down new paths i wasnt as interested the first go around and one of those things is sondham. Oh my god those 2. [puts my head in my hands] i played 2-4 recently and it had me in shambles Anyway. their dynamic is so fun and so mutually complementary. sonia’s sincerity in indulging his bombastic but niche way of speaking and mannerisms and gundham subsequently opening up to her in very genuine ways, emboldened by that understanding. theyre both very Big personalities (not to mention matching autism <3) who are not in their normal lives given the space to express that/express it straightforwardly which leads to feelings of loneliness and isolation from their peers. love wins i would rework some of their goodbyes following 2-4’s trial but otherwise 10/10. perfect. no notes.

ah but that does NOT mean my og is bad!!! my main sonia pairing was always with chiaki and for good reason. i think the game leaves much to be desired but i just simply think there is something there. sonia is in a lot of respects sheltered from what being a Normal girl is like and i think while she works well with gundham as someone who broadens her horizons, i think something about sonia and chiaki drifting closer because of that shared trait is So special…..chapter 3 when the class is split between hospital/motel sonia seeking chiaki back because its so lonely with everyone separate, hiyoko is hiding away, things are so fraught!! not to mention post-double murder when the girls’ numbers are halved, it is so clear in my brain them exploring the fourth island together, keeping each other company in the funhouse, grappling with nekomaru’s death when Again everyone is separate…..oh i could keep going on Oh my god

now now. let me cook here okay. controversial take incoming: sonia/fuyuhiko. THINK ABOUT IT OKAY…….as heirs to an entire country and a massive criminal empire theyve had rigid expectations placed upon them all their lives. they have known who they would be molded into, who they would become since they were self aware enough to do so. there is so much responsibility on both their shoulders, torn between what they believe is their duty and what they truly want…….i just think there is Something there. especially post-chapter 4 i think, certainly into post-game i think they would find each other comforting. the expectations that no longer matter, the guilt, the grief is familiar between them and that lends itself very well to them growing closer. i have LOTS to say about fuyuhiko/gundham that ties right into this but this is already so disjointed and Long okay okay.

what im saying is sonia has two hands. one for chiaki one for gundham. if she had a third hand it would be for fuyuhiko but she doesnt so he’s holding gundham’s hand (who he’s also dating) 🫶

thinking about the sonia polycule

[bcdwhcre]

“Darkness,” Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: getting sucked into the League of Villains

Yandere Shigaraki ?????????

Warnings: none

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The darkness.

The darkness was all you saw as you went down the alleyway, the lingering feeling of loneliness and betrayal as your feet hit the wet pavement below you.

You kept your hood over your head to protect your face, you didn’t want to risk being seen and arrested as the villain you are.

But the way your heart ached, you didn’t want to be like this. You just got sucked in and you managed to try and escape Shigaraki’s hold on you but he’ll be out searching and yanking you back in.

He used you to his advantage because of your devotion to him. The amount of love you carried for him, he used it all as the selfish man he was. He didn’t care about you, he didn’t care about anyone. You were a game piece.

That is until he paid close attention to your actions, to your feelings and suddenly it had hit him. He’s never had someone show him this amount of love and dedication, it turned him into a lovesick puppy when it came to you.

It was overbearing at times, the way he would absolutely kill anyone or anything for you. He’ll do everything in his power to make it known he was deeply in love with you.

And you just needed to escape. You needed space.

Dabi had crossed your mind many times but even though he was more of a friend to you than Tomura, he wouldn’t hesitate to snitch out your location to the boss and have you tortured for escaping once again.

The rain began to sprinkle down, the clouds making it look much more darker as the moon hid behind the storm. You felt cold but it was better than being under his cold stare, under his cold gentle touches.

You loved him but he was starting to suffocate you.

Your mind settled on one of your good friends that didn’t live too far. Tomura didn’t know this friend so it was a good place to go to and hide for a bit until you were ready to go back.

As your feet splashed against the small rain puddles, walking up the small staircase to their doorstep. You raised your fist, knocking on the door and glanced around to see if anyone was watching, if anyone was following you- it wouldn’t be unusual if there was someone watching your every move.

Suddenly the door opened, catching your friends gaze and they practically dragged you inside the warm house.

“What are you doing here? Are you okay?” They asked as they looked over your current state, you were a mess and soaked.

You shrugged, taking off your sweater that was damp and they had taken it to go throw it in the dryer as you stepped over to the couch and took a seat.

“Sorry just need a place to stay for the night or two.” You lightly chuckled, shaking your head at the thought of it- this was madness.

“Of course, I’ll go get some clothes and towels for you.”

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The night went on, you ended up falling asleep in the spare bedroom until you were woken up by a sudden crash down the hallway. The sound made your body jolt up on the bed, glancing over at the shadow that stood in the doorway.

“It’s not nice to run off without a word.” The familiar voice spoke and your heart dropped as he stepped closer, the only light was the tv but you could make out his face.

Once he was in front of the bed you were laying on, all you could see was him soaked in blood and it had made you gasp, knowing what he did and you moved yourself to back away from him.

“Tomura.. what did you do?” Your voice was shaky, you were terrified, you never seen him act this crazy and you were genuinely scared for your life.

“I did what I had to, c’mon you’re coming home.” His voice was gentle yet you can sense the crazy tone on his tongue with a bit of sarcasm as he reached his hand out towards you.

“You just killed my friend in cold blood and you want me to go home with you? Are you fucking insane?” You stared at him in disbelief and his mood quickly changed.

His blood boiled at your attitude, calling him insane wasnt the smartest idea as he grabbed your arm and yanked you towards his soaked body, the tears falling from your eyes and it had made him soften up. His bloody thumb swiped your tears away along with smearing blood on your cheek.

“Y/N.. I love you with all my heart. Now let’s go.” He didn’t take no for an answer, he lifted your body up and over his shoulder as you struggled to get out of his grip.

“Keep fighting and I’ll just have to destroy your ankles.” This was the first time he threatened you with his quirk, making you stop squirming and accept defeat.

The way down the hallway and out of the house, all you saw was blood everywhere. It was on the walls, the floor, even on the ceiling and you were horrified. Sure you were a villain, you have killed before but Tomura was just acting completely out of character.

He laughed to himself, walking out of the house and throwing you into the passenger side of the car, mumbling under his breath but you couldn’t make out the words he was saying as he got in the drivers seat.

His body turned towards you, grabbing a hold of your chin as he kept his pinky raised and smashed his lips on your roughly. The way his rough skin brushed on yours, it made you sick to your stomach especially after what he had done. He noticed your tensed up state, pulling from yours mouth and gave you a pout.

“C’mon, baby. No need to be so upset, everything I do is for you.”

“Killing my friend wasn’t for me. You did it for your own satisfaction.” You mumbled, watching him give you a evil grin and patted your cheek playfully before he started to drive down the road.

“Maybe but I have to admit, losing you is something I don’t ever want to deal with. You’re stuck with me! Where’s that love and devolution you had for me when I wasn’t interested in you, hm? Now that I give back the same feelings, it’s like you’re uninterested.” He raised his voice slightly, making you glance over at him and he started to laugh to himself.

You’ll always love Tomura but not once did you even think about being this insanely in love with him. You’ll admit that at points you would kill for him but would it be one of his friends? No, it would more likely his enemies or someone in the way of his plans and success. This was different and he couldn’t even see that.

“Tomura..” You felt the sadness washing over you, you didn’t know what to do at this point and you didn’t want to set him off and push him to kill you to because deep down, he would if he needed to.

The car abruptly stopped in front of the hideout, sighing under your breath as you willingly got out of the car and stepped inside of the place. Some of the villains were still awake, their eyes turning towards you and Tomura’s bloody state.

“Bedroom.” He mumbled towards you and you nodded as you walked past everyone, not even bothering to say a thing.

You were upset, defeated, sad and angry but there wasn’t much you could do. You were stuck, you were sucked back in his tight grasp and even though your heart ached for Tomura, you wish he would snap out of it and be who he was before.

Once you stepped inside his bedroom, you kicked your shoes off and went to go sit in the chair that was in the corner of the room, Tomura was close behind you but he turned into the connected bathroom and turned on the shower, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Come here.” He ordered you, making you hesitate before rising up and following him inside the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You remained silent as he took off your clothes, you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream at him but there was no use. None of it would make a difference, you just put up with it. You let him bring you inside the shower with him, feeling the hot water run down your body and your eyes stared at the tiled wall until he grabbed onto your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I just want you here with me, that’s all.” It was like he was answering the questions inside your head, like he was reading your mind.

“Instead of suffocating me, you could simply communicate and love me properly.” You whispered, your sad eyes staring up into his and a smile came across his lips.

“What’s the fun in that? Thought you loved the chase.” He ran his rough fingertips up, combing your wet hair back from your face, admiring you almost.

Tomura had given you a genuine look, full of love, full of kindness and full of hope. You couldn’t help but get sucked back into his loving stare, your knees getting weak and that’s when you knew how truly insane you are- to still be here, not phased as the blood washes from his body.

“Just don’t run off again.” He said quietly, his wet hair falling over his eyes and you stood there, remaining silent.

All you did was nod your head, reaching up to caress his face and you hesitated before slipping your arms around his neck and embracing him in a tight hug.

This was toxic, you knew it was but the warmth you felt when he was his normal loving self was the reason why you loved him so much.

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I wanted to write Shigaraki as more crazy and lovesick but I’ll probably do another one along the line, this one turned pretty cute.

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Bokuto: Clarity

/ Kōtarō Bokuto x reader /

genre: angst ish to questionable fluff

wc: 2604

summary: You end up somewhere familiar, but not with someone familiar. One things for sure, the truth will come out soon enough.

warnings: mentions of anxiety

a/n: You guys!!!!!!!! I’m so glad you all love this fic 🥺 your comments and likes and reblogs encourage me so much!! Thank you so much for your love!!!! 💗💗💗

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You wake up in a daze. No, you wake up... in a hotel room? The suite looked just like Bokuto’s, is that where you are? You hoped so.

You picked up your head, peered around the room looking for his things to confirm your suspicions, and lifted your upper body to lean on the headboard of the bed. Suddenly, there are footsteps coming from the bathroom area. “Bokuto?” You inquire, anxious to see his face while you could blame it on the alcohol. A laugh comes from the hallway, and it isn’t his. Oh, oh no.

Atsumu comes around the corner, shirtless and basketball shorts, with a cup of water. He laughs when he sees the horror on your face, thinking it’s a joke. You check your clothing frantically, everything is still buttoned, zipped, and tied. You look up at him, still terrified of the blank space of time from the bar until now, “We didn’t... did we?” Atsumu laughs even harder but then notices the look of panic in your eyes. He straightens up, coughing while handing you Tylenol and the cup of water. “No, of course not. You’re Bo’s girl.”

Those words stung. “Not anymore.” Those words, they really stung. You hadn’t actually had the thought of it being completely over until now. It’s hitting you, wave after wave. Everything went wrong, and now you, you’re suffocating-

“Y/N,” Atsumu’s at the edge of the bed, looking you in the eyes with fear, “please breathe. Take a second and breathe.” You try to hold it in, and take deeper breaths but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, it feels as though it’s going to burst. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground hugging your knees into your chest as tightly as you can. Your eardrums cut out all other sounds, they were just echoing your heartbeat. With your face turned into the carpet, you’re sobbing breathlessly. Atsumu jumps up and grabs his phone, eyes scared to no end. “I’m calling Kuto, now.”

“N-no, please d-don’t.” You say as strongly as you can. You lift your head and force your breaths to become decently even. “Please give me more time.”

“You know,” he looked down at you with a concerned look, “you need to talk to him soon.”

Your eyes furrowed in distress before saying, “Why should I? It’s quite obvious what went on between them, why should I do anything for him?” You wiped some spare tears still leaving your eyes from your panic attack. “I don’t want to see him-“

“Your first thought when you woke up here,” he motioned around the room, “was that you were with him.” Atsumu stated bluntly, he lifted an eyebrow, “You think I didn’t hear the hope in your voice when you called for him?” You blinked, completely stunned at how he read you so easily. “Also, from what I’ve gathered these past couple of weeks, Tamra isn’t very trustworthy when it comes to telling the truth.”

“She didn’t have to tell me anything,” you sighed heavily, hugging your knees again. “I saw it, ‘Tsumu.” You tried to blink away the tears yet again. “And it wasn’t just a ‘She was close to him and he was close to her’ type deal. It was a ‘She was only wearing a towel and he was shirtless in the hotel suite by themselves, ready to get their room service’ type deal.”

Atsumu looked honestly shocked. He started talking with his hands, “Well, that doesn’t make much sense.” He slightly raised his voice, and you realized he was talking more to himself than to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Kuto, is a simple, oblivious man. When Tamra started talking to him after some of our practice games, they only talked volleyball. I honestly just thought they became friends.” Atsumu pulled his hand to his chin in thought. “They never hung out outside of the courts, unless we all went out to the bar down the street, but even then it was always in a big group.”

“So what are you trying to say to me?”

“What I’m trying to say is that Kuto has texted in our team groupchat about looking for you in the city. He’s given us your complete physical description and told us to call him if any of us see you. We’re told to take you to him as soon as possible.” Atsumu tries to hold in a giggle at the whole situation. “He seems like he’s going out of his mind right now.”

Your face froze. “So, why haven’t you taken me to him? Or even told him that I’m here?”

His smile diminished slightly, “Because of how you were talking about him at the bar.” His face became serious. “You were,” he paused, taking a deep breathe, “ are, so hurt, Y/N. And as much as I don’t truly think he did this to you, there is the smallest of possibilities. And if he did, which God forbid if he did, I don’t think he should have the satisfaction of being able to see you at your lowest. I wanted to sober you up, talk to you first, and then figure it out from there.” Atsumu talked with such kindness, your respect for him instantly grew. “So, what do you think you want to do?”

You sat there for a couple of minutes in silence, ‘Tsumu waiting for your response. You finally looked up, certain, “Call him, and tell him to come here.”

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“She hasn’t come back to the bar.”

“She hasn’t come by the airport.”

“Her suitcase was left in the hotel, so maybe she’ll come back here?”

No one knew where you were, which Bokuto didn’t expect them to. He just wished for a different way. Wished that he could’ve explained it when he had the chance, wished he wasn’t in such a damning situation in the first place. Bokuto should’ve never trusted Tamra, he should’ve listened to his friends, and now he pays for it.

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It was the third day of training camp, and Bokuto was completely focused. His practice matches were getting tougher, ralleys taking longer. After a while, he was becoming tired.

“Hey, Bokuto right?” A small voice perked up.

Bokuto turned to face a short, young woman, petite, with a kind smile. She wore a track suit, but not for his team, must’ve been another team’s manager. “Yes?”

“You’re doing great out there! I’ve heard of you before but I didn’t expect this.” She laughed, clutching her clipboard.

Bokuto laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks!”

He walked back towards his teammates, who were taking a water break, when he heard one of the guys say, “Kuto, I wouldn’t get too close to her, she’s bad news.” Bokuto furrowed his brow in confusion, waiting for the rest of the reason.

“Yeah,” another piped up, “I heard she tried to break up Ushijima and his wife, uh, Kate.”

“Guys, she probably just doesn’t have any friends! She seems nice enough, and you know I would never do anything to hurt, Y/N.” Bokuto’s expression was playful, but his words were dead serious. He truly believed what he said. “Plus, Toshi gets a big head sometimes, I bet that girl said two words to him and he got flustered.” Bokuto laughed, his team looked around for a second and they laughed too, trusting him.

So for the next week and a half, Tamra would speak to Bokuto every once in a while. Always something nice, always something about volleyball. Sometimes about his own experience, other times about how he helps lead the team. Never once did he actually think there was anything going on, because he trusted himself to recognize the signs. He didn’t want anyone other than you, so he didn’t worry about anyone other than you. A couple days later and Tamra has started going to the bar with the whole team. Everyone cutting up, acting like old friends. Everything seemed fine, but then it all went to hell.

Tamra:

‘Kuto, can I come use your shower? The hotel staff says that mine won’t be fixed for a couple of hours and I feel gross.’

Bokuto:

‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m in room 428.’

Tamra showed up shortly after, and he had just gotten out of the shower. She knocked, and he answered, allowing her to step in. “Thank you so much, I just feel gross.”

“No problem, I understand the feeling.” Bo laughed sheepishly, looking through his drawers for a shirt. He heard her stomach growl, and laughed a booming laugh. “Someone’s hungry?” He looked over at her, and she nodded, giggling. “I haven’t eaten dinner either, I’ll order room service.” She bowed her head slightly in thanks. “What do you want?” He asked, standing to grab the menu from beside the dresser.

“I want.. a burger, and fries, and..” she paused, staring at him trivially. She took a couple of steps forward. She was a breath away from him. “You.” Faster than he could stop her, Tamra kissed Bokuto, hard. Her hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into her unwillingly.

He grabbed her arms and wrenched them off of him. “No.” He breathed hard, using the back of his wrist to wipe his mouth. His eyes darkened slightly with anger. “No, do not do that again.”

“But, I thought-“

“No, you thought wrong. I have a fiancé, remember?” He looked at her confused, as if she hadn’t heard him talk about you for the last 2 weeks at all. Her eyes looked desperate. “How-“

“I’m so sorry!” Tamra blurted, holding a hand to her chest. She looked as if she had been wounded as she turned her face away. “I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I guess, I just wasnt thinking. Please forgive me, I don’t want this to be held against me.” As fast as the anger came, it also left. Bokuto felt bad for her, and she looked ashamed of herself enough.

“Okay. Just do not do it again. I am only a friend.” He said, and walked towards the hotel phone. “Once you’re out of the shower, the food will be here, but I would rather you go to your own room to eat.”

“Okay, I can do that.” She said in a small voice.

Bokuto watched her stalk towards the bathroom, and went about ordering room service. What he didn’t see was the sly smile on Tamra’s face, or her calculating moves up until this point. She had made herself look innocent, but in reality, she had a plan. She wanted the scandal, and the chaos that came with it.

~

‘And she got it.’ Bokuto thought to himself. ‘She definitely got it.’ A sudden buzz took him out of his head, saved him from his thoughts. He lifted the phone to his ear, not even bothering to look at the caller. “Y/N?”

“No, but I do need to talk to you about her. Come to my room, ASAP.” Atsumu said calmly.

Bokuto looked at his phone, not believing that Atsumu really wanted to help. “I’m confused, you weren’t at the bar tonight, what do you know exactly?”

“Come to room 317, this is important.” Atsumu seemed very serious about this.

“I’m on my way.”

///

The hotel room was cold, so you had to cover yourself in the bed’s blankets to keep from shivering. Everything felt too foggy. You were sobering up quick, the thought of having to look him in the face making you shiver on its own. A knock came from the door and you glanced over at Atsumu, the mix of emotions becoming too much. He was already looking at you, waiting for the okay. You steadied yourself, giving him a nod. He moved swiftly to the entryway of the suite, and opened the door. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his voice. “What do you know?” Bokuto rasped, walking in. He followed Atsumu’s gaze and finally found you, his golden eyes softening.

You froze under his intense stare. His eyes taking the sight of you in. You hadn’t even thought to have taken a look at yourself, you probably looked how you felt, like a train wreck. He took a step toward you, and you made sure to stay still, knowing, with the look on his face, he was hurting too.

“Y/N?” He took another step forward, lifting his hand as if he was holding it out for you.

Atsumu, grabbing his car keys, sighed. “Well, I’ll let you two talk this out.”

Bokuto turned toward him, his face flashing with anger, making him stop in his tracks, “We will have our own talk later.” Atsumu opened the door quickly, leaving in a flash.

“Don’t be too upset at him.” You whispered softly. Bokuto turned his complete attention to you, sitting on his knees by your bedside. “He only did what he did to help me, and you.”

A silence fell between you two as you stared at each other. Bokuto looked disheveled, his hair down, his clothes were wrinkled, and his face. Oh, his face, so sad. And his eyes were not as bright. He looked tired. “Y/N,” he muttered softly, “please let me explain.”

He waited for your permission, but you sat there silently. “Will it make everything better, or worse?” He looked down, his mind, no doubt, moving hundreds of miles a second. You spoke up, and he looked back up at you. “Because tonight, I was broken. I felt as though I was forgotten, that I wasn’t needed in the same way that I need you. I felt as though I had been replaced.” You breathed shakily, tears already forming in your eyes. His expression dropped immediately, tears streaking down his face. “Will what you say make me forget these things? Will what you say to me make me see you clearly?” You looked down at your hands, holding them together, as if they were holding you together. The flesh around your ring turned white, along with your knuckles, because of how tightly you pressed them.

Bokuto’s left hand covered your own, and you noticed a small glint of something shiny. There, on his ring finger, was his wedding ring you had chosen. Your breath hitched as you stared at his hand, at his finger, at the ring. “Y/N,” he started, but you already unclasped your hands and was holding his.

“You,” looking him in the eye, “you put it on.”

“Of course I did.” He smiled sadly, wiping a tear from his cheek. His eyes suddenly shot up and looked at his hand frantically, bringing his hand back. His fingers grazed his ring, “If you don’t want me to wear it anymore I can take it off, I would understand-“

“No!” You said hastily, his eyes getting wide. “No, it’s okay.” Your eyes softened, and you gently grabbed his hand and brought it back down to your lap. “Do you like it?”

He chuckled slightly, putting his other hand on yours. “I absolutely love it.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, but then his eyes glazed over. His face fell, and you knew what was going to happen next. “As much as I don’t want to, we have to talk about this, so we can move on.” He spoke timidly. “So we can be happy again.” You sat there, unmoving. He waited for your permission to continue. You nodded firmly.

Will you have the clarity you want- you need? You hope so.

///

Part 4 will be the last chapter and should be up in a couple of days :))

Update: heres part 4 :)

[adorable-deku]

@bnhaideas : kookaburra izuku?

hes fucking tiny, like 4.5 feet tall, and is so light that he occasionally falls over with strong gusts of wind. luckily

this bitch has wings. theyre not especially powerful or strong byt they work well and he can fly in the air as much as he wants as long as he avoids being arrested for public quirk usage

the key point of kookaburras, though, is the laughter

the active part of izuku's quirk is that he can generate disembodied laughter from wherever he wants within ten meters. its not especially effective for combat, but it definitely knocks people off their game

if hes in a relatively public place and he wants to be alone, he just fires that shit off nonstop so people will not approach his location

sometimes comedians pay him to make a room seem more lively, because as he figures out how to use his quirk, he realizes he can generate laughter from multiple locations

as he continues to familiarize himself with it, he starts being able to generate words other than just laughter, then sentences, being able to speak from multiple places truly fucks with whoever izuku's fighting

he gets one for all but pretty quickly passes it on to mirio. his bones are much more delicate than an average persons, so the stunt he pulled in the exam? nearly shattered his everything

he just wasnt suited for the quirk

doesnt mean he wont make an excellent hero. he shadows aizawa after the sports fest bc he wants to be an underground hero and is pretty suited for it; his quirk works best in the dark

hes a very good counter to shinsou bc shinsous quirk doesnt work on any response that izuku gives thru his disembodied voices

izuku is very adorable tho, being tiny and not being like mineta, so a lot of ppl tend to dote on him even when he gets annoyed

he'll be like 'if i dove straight at kacchan from fifty feet in the air, do you think he'd be able to blow me up before i tackle him to the ground?'

and everyone in the room will be like 'aw he's so cute!'

except for the only sane person, bakugou, who has known izuku and his antics since they were tiny, "what the fuck izuku"

[heyitsyn]

'Siri Am I Having a Stroke?’ Sofia the First

Soulmate!Daichi x Reader Soulmate!Tendou x Reader

a/n: lmao, yall finna know what kind of soulmate au this

when your soulmate gets hurt, you kinda get hurt too

the music your soulmate listens to or constantly sings is always playing in your head

request:  Can I request a daichi, tendou, and aone soulmate au headcanon 🤲🏽😩 they're my faves, I wanted to add some more but there could be a limit? I'll request again next time ^^

a/n: sorry anon but ill only do daichi and tendou bc im not very familiar with aone :( but theres not really a limit so go ahead!!

requests open!!

so anyways

for most of your life, you thought you didnt even have a soulmate

there were no scars, no bruises,

nothing

this other half of yours was completely silent and you really thought that youd die forever

but, you

you were a wild chile and you were the type to go playing outside w your brothers and get a lot of cuts

maybe that was why you thought you didnt have a soulmate bc when your soulmate does get hurt, you wouldnt see it since youd think it was one of your own

now, daichi

he worried for you

new scars and bruises would appear on his arms overnight and he fussed over the fact that you would constantly getting hurt

were you in a toxic environment?

were these intentional?

but he would try and heal them, thinking that it would heal you too bc he didnt want you to be hurt

uwu daichi luv

he would even kiss them better bc his mom told him that kisses help them heal faster

then,

during middle school, daichi found his love for volleyball

he started training and being more active and that caused him a lot of bruises and pain

meanwhile w you,

youve mellowed out a bit

so when you entered middle school,

you were actually ecstatic to find that you had a soulmate bc you would find bruises on your hands and arms

you found out the afternoon of the first day of middle school

daichi was in the gym, practicing during lunch, and he hit a spike that bruised his fingers and he received a really powerful ball

you were sitting in class, completely bored out of your mind so you just doodled on your paper

then you flinched at the sudden pain and saw the formation of the beautiful mix of blue, purple,green, bruise

yall are in different schools btw

you shrieked and stood up, cutting off your teacher and surprising everyone in the room

‘my soulmate!’

they were like, ‘okay and?’

the entire day, you admired the colors, not even minding the hurt bc this was it!!

!!!!

your soulmate was real!!!

but daichi was worried that you were also going through the same pain and soreness from practice

and you were

after the shock and happiness of knowing you in fact do have a soulmate,

youve started getting annoyed

was this what he felt whenever you injured yourself during your younger years?

bc this waas annoying

you were constantly fatigued, tired, sore

even the mere action of getting up in the morning sucked and you actually fell down the stairs due to the soreness of your legs and you dropped your chopsticks due to the hurt in your fingers

youve concluded that your soulmate was either an athlete or in a toxic environment

during the walk to school, you raised your arms and watched a new bruise forming

it was a truly beautiful sight but the stiffness and hurt weighed it down

this was your only form of communication with your soulmate and you were sad bc you wanted to be there for him and help heal his bruises and scars

one of your friends suggested a crazy thought of hurting yourself to write a small message which you instantly turned down bc thats too crazy and you will not do that

as the years went on, you were starting to get more worried each day that you wont be meeting your soulmate soon

for almost 6 years, youve wandered over to every athletic club in your school or nearby schools to find if there was even a person who had the same bruises as you

ngl, some lied just bc they wanted you as their soulmate uwu

one of your classmates in seijoh, iwaizumi hajime, has understood your dilemma since he was one of the ones youve expressed this concern to

youve been classmates for 3 years and youve always been coincidentally sat next to each other so youre close

i really cant resist my mans

‘y/n, i really think your soulmate is a volleyball player’

you rolled your eyes as you continued taking out your bento

‘iwa, ive checked your team, multiple times, and none of them are my soulmate! ive even checked other schools too since my brothers have connections there. but still nothing’

he felt bad for you, truly

he already found his when yall started high school, almost immediately, and you were so jealous

‘but those bruises on your arm can only be from volleyball. the way its placed, its like receiving an intense ball while the fingers might be because he spikes the ball’

you sighed before leaning your chin on your hand

‘okay, great buddha iwa-chan. enlighten me as to why you think so’

his eye twitched at the ridiculous nickname

‘y/n, im a volleyball player. ive been playing since i was like 6 and im the ace. i have those same exact bruises’

‘WHAT! IWA-CHAN ARE YOU MY SOULMATE?!’

‘YOU IDIOT I ALREADY HAVE MINE!’

but you mulled it over for a few days

yea, it would make sense, right?

but it still doesnt add up that youve literally visited every single club around with the help of being iwa’s friend and going to their matches

however,

due to karasuno not having practice matches w seijoh or not advancing far enough to play against them, youve never really interacted with that team

besides, the times they actually played against each other, youve been busy due to having to do interships, part time jobs, and studying since it was your last year of high school

it was during the second interhigh that iwa finally got you to go watch them play

‘come on, y/n. shittykawa misses you and matsun and maki keep demanding your support’

‘iwa, what-’

so you found yourself at the stands, just watching the games until seijoh actually plays

then you saw the team, known as karasuno, enter the gym to start their warm-ups

your heart started beating really fast and you were kinda freaking out bc what was happening

‘siri am i having a stroke?’

daichi was feeling the same thing

he thought it was just the adrenaline of playing a game but in all of his years of play8ing volleyball, he hasnt felt this intense beating of his heart

he even had to lean on suga for support bc it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest

‘daichi, you okay?’

suga worriedly asked and placed a hand on his forehead to check his temp

daisuga rights yall

he didnt want to worry the team so he nodded, just waving it off

he was captain so he shouldnt worry the others

oikawa and iwa entered the stands and were confused as to why you were looking around with wide eyes like an owl

fukurodani vibes

‘y/n-chan, what’s wrong?’

oikawa asked and you looked at them, surprised and shocked

they were lowkey freaked out bc what was happening

‘oikawa-san, my heart-’

you mumbled and pointed to your chest

his smile wobbled bc you just started at him and it was starting to scare him a bit

since oikawa hasnt found his soulmate yet, he wasnt familiar with the feeling of being in the same vicinity as his other half

but iwa did

and he was smiling

‘you owe me so much, y/n’

‘IWA! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO DIE!’

karasuno was going against johzenji and daichi wasnt exactly in his best game

to others, he looked like he was doing great but he wasnt feeling good and the beat of his heart was still very fast

this distraction caused him and tanaka to collide and everything went to hell

the entire time, your arms were crying and you were just sweating from the pain but you were also sweating w the possibility of your soulmate being either in johzenji or karasuno

but that was answered when daichi got hurt and you just collapsed, also falling unconscious

iwa, who returned from getting drinks, ran to your slumped form and oikawa, who was focused on the match and didnt notice, shrieked at your unconscious form

‘y/n? y/n, wake up’

everyone in the stands stared at your unconscious form and they started talking, eventually catching the attention of the karasuno team

suga, who was fussing over daichi, heard that a girl also fell unconscious

omg what if

oikawa was grinning at the sight of your bruised cheek bc you finally found your soulmate so you would shut up about it

iwa carried you to the nurse and you actually woke up as he placed you on the bed, conviently beside the karasuno captain

‘w-what-’

but he only smiled

‘congratulations, y/n’

bih what

congratulations for what

the nurse went over from beside daichi and she giggled at the meeting of soulmates

you sat up, wincing at the pain in your tooth

‘ow’

that caught daichi’s attention and he stared at you and your arms before looking at his

they were the exact same

‘i think,,,, i think we’re soulmates’

that made you quickly look at him and noticed the big bruise on his face that was like copy paste on you

‘oh god!’

you cowered and had your hands over your mouth in surprise

he froze, starting to feel insecure that he wasnt what you wanted

‘is something wrong-’

‘you’re HOT!!’

you shrieked unconsciously and when you finally realized it, you hurriedly pulled the blanket over your form

lmao gurl noooooo

daichi started laughing and he thought you were cute

straightforward

but cute

‘oi, come on. i want to see your pretty face’

yes police officer. this is the man who stole my uwus

you peaked your head out from your blanket cocoon and he smiled softly

‘i’m sawamura daichi, by the way. 3rd year’

‘l-l/n y/n. same y-year’

‘so? you expected me to be this?’

you shook your head

‘i mean, iwa told me you could be a volleyball player. but i didnt expect the universe to like me enough to give me a greek god as my soulmate’

im disowning y/n yall

he turned flustered and looked away to hide his blush

‘youre not too bad yourself, you know. youre actually more beautiful than i thought’

‘sir! dont say that to me i be catching feelings way too fast for that!’

i-i cannot w you

he laughed out loud before wincing, causing you to wince too

‘but are you okay, though? i mean,, it must hurt’

but you shook your head

‘i should be asking you that. does it hurt as much as it looks?’

‘nah, its bearable’

you continued talking about your childhood and you actually clarified that you were just rambunctious when you were younger so you got hurt pretty often

‘i really thought you needed to be saved or something’

you smirked

‘oh? my prince charming? knight-in-shining-armor? knight prince daichi?’

he stared at you, a blush creeping up again

‘are you always this bold?’

you shrugged

‘meh. im friends w oikawa tooru’

‘oh. makes sense’

lmao

you both completely forgot about the fact that his face literally got hurt and his tooth was gone bc you have been talking like two best friends who got separated

but you had to separate at some point too

the beautiful manager entered the clinic and asked if daichi was okay enough

‘yea, im fine. i can go now, i guess’

you nodded sadly

‘okay. bye, daichi’

he furrowed his eyebrows

‘but wait for me later, okay? ill treat you to something after i win this match’

from your bed, you crossed your arm with a smug smile

‘oh? youre confident, captain’

‘of course. ill win bc this victory is for you’

you bashfully smiled and chuckled

‘go hurry and win! i expect that date as soon as possible, captain!’

the deadchi memes are literally scaring the new fans and i feel really bad

bruh hes so cute for what

for his entire life, he had the sofia the first song stuck in his head

it was maybe bc his soulmate was in love w that show or just in love w the song

but either way, he constantly hears it and thinks about it

meanwhile you,

you constantly heard bye bye bye by nsync

of all things, it had to be a boy band

however, you were lucky bc for years it varied on what song would be playing

but for him, it continued to be sofia the first

this drived him to watch the show and he did see the appeal and soon, he started singing it too

omg its such a bop

you were triggered bc the song then switched over to sofia the first and you were like, ‘does he like it too?’

you would be going around the store, holding your mom’s hand, and singing it out loud, hoping to find your soulmate

but he never seemed to hear it

instead, hearing the song in your voice, instead of the show’s

he thought you had such a beautiful voice

then in elementary school, his bullying started and ngl, he was actually hurt by the words other kids said

he still had his cute smile on and acted like it didnt bother by teasing others but he was still sad

did nobody like him?

was he always going to look like a monster?

would you be revolted if you saw him?

then he heard this song in the radio ‘dear insecurity’ and he just couldnt help but keep listening to it

ofc you noticed and you were sad that he was listening to such sad song

he was insecure and you couldnt do anything about it

then you started looking up motivating songs and you started singing the one that you really liked

‘i see your monsters, i see your pain, tell me your problems, i’ll chase them away’

he heard your voice as he was hiding behind the school building and his tears instantly stopped, hearing a different song but he couldnt help but smile

he knew that song was for him

you were out there somewhere and a complete stranger to him but you were the only person who seemed to care

because under that teasing and cheerful personality, he was still human and he was very insecure about himself

but you were always there to encourage him, your voice instantly chasing all the fears away

when he started playing volleyball, he became famous for his efficient blocks and you could hear him singing different songs, all of them just under a minute

you concluded that they were his own songs

sometimes, you laughed bc they were funny songs and catchy so you would memorize it and sing it back to him

this was your only way of communicating back of forth and you were so lucky that you even got to hear your soulmate’s voice

then high school started, meaning your friends started meeting their soulmates one by one until you were the only one who didnt

your school, karasuno, had no one that had the same voice as your soulmate’s

some people even saw you as an extrovert and a people person since you started conversations with strangers easily but this was just your way of finding your other half

with no luck, you started singing your concerns

in no time, ‘thousand miles’ was playing on loop in tendou’s head and he was already feeling your antsy attitude

in retaliation, he starts singing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and you always turned red, slightly happy that he was practically calling out to you

so even though you suffered through years being alone, you didnt give up on hope and continued your search

now, youd be asking, ‘why cant you or tendou just sing each other’s location?’

yes, young grasshopper, there is an explanation to that

you and tendou collectively agreed to let fate do its work and just wait for the time it happens bc if its meant to be, its meant to be

besides, tendou likes to tease you and he wants to make you wait for him so that the moment you do meet, it would become more special

in your last year of high school, you ended up helping kiyoko in being manager and you were so proud of these boys for making it to the finals

you were excitedly waving an orange flag in support of your team and you screamed with the others as they entered the court

you and yacchi ended up helping tanaka’s sister, saeko, and was setting up the plan for their cheers so you werent exactly focused on your soulmate

but tendou did keep hearing a fight song in your head

then they walked in

shiratorizawa made their presence known and you turned to look at them but locked eyes at the unique looking player

his red hair glinted against the bright lights of the gym and his smirk curled in such an attractive way that you were leaning forward to get a closer look

tendou noticed a stare at him and he saw your surprised yet flustered look

that eye contact made everything fall deaf in your ears and you just heard silence

no song, no cheer, just absolute silence

but you and tendou are practically the same so you thought for the worse that your soulmate has died bc of the silence

dread filled your stomach and you started singing sofia the first in instinct

your mouth moved with the words and you shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself down

his jaw dropped, hearing the familiar voice and song that correlated with your mouth’s movements

‘there you are, little birdie’

semi turned to tendou and saw him with a smile hes never seen before

it was so soft and genuine that he got a little scared

the entire game, you were all depressed bc it continued to be silent in your head

tendou was just teasing you a little bit and he didnt want to think or sing a song bc he wanted it to be a special cliche reunion after he crushes your team

but his famous song ruined it

it blared in your head and it got 2x bass boosted when he sang it out loud, completely disregarding the fact that everyone was listening

‘you!’

you shrieked and pointed to him

he was your soulmate

and he was alive

not dead

everyone, including all players, looked at confusion between you and him but he just waved at you

‘ill talk to you later, little birdie!’

great, he embarrassed you in front of everyone

but you didnt care bc omg he was your soulmate!!

‘omg universe and fate, you actually like me to give me such a handsome soulmate!’

now, youre actually cheering on both teams

one was your home school the other was your soulmate

however,

there could only be one winner

and that winner was karasuno

you noticed the defeated looks of your soulmate and his teammates and you almost bursted into tears

you quickly maneuvered yourself through the people and found the familiar spiky hair standing at the doorway, looking at the gym with a forlorn expression

the others noticed you there, especially ushijima who gave you a nod and a small smile

‘i trust you’ll take care of him’

you nodded shakily, raising a hand in salute

‘y-yes!’

you approached him and his teary eyes almost made you bolt into his arms but you calmed yourself

instead, you didnt say anything

but you did sing

‘come stop your crying, it will be alright. just take my hand, and hold it tight. i will protect you, from all around you. i will be here, dont you cry.’

tendou looked to his side and saw you there, not looking at him but also looking at the same direction he was previously

‘my name is tendou satori’

despite already hearing his voice, you still turned red and you looked at him, warmth and love present in your eyes

‘and i’m l/n y/n’

‘you have a beautiful voice’

‘and you are beautiful’

that ending for shiratorizawa physically and emotionally and mentally broke me

[ratplagues]

🔥 any dishonored thing of ur choosing -deathoftheoutsider

wah okay!! i will talk a bit about the outsider and void then..i dont really wanna frame it as a Hot Take bc i have no interest in starting shit or whatever like ill interact with whatever i want to in this fandom and ignore the rest and everyone else is free to do the same but.

I do not think The Outsider is a “character” in the conventional sense, much less that it does his character or the allegory he wields any justice to be shipped with anyone in the series (at least without seriously considering the implications and framing it in a way that completes the allegory. more on this later)

the outsider and his void are an allegory for Otherness; i’m namely gonna frame it as queerness and neurodiversity, but really anything could fit as long as it’s about you feeling seen as a marginalized and othered person. he is written to represent this allegory, not to be a person with a satisfying narrative arc or dimensions. this is why some people feel that he lacks depth-- he’s not supposed to have depth compared to others in the series, he’s mostly a vehicle for what he represents, and is supposed to be easy to identify with or recognize.

he was born to a life of hardship, suffered at the hands of the rich and powerful, was ignored, cast out, etc. etc. a familiar story. poor, queer, nd, really whatever you wanna frame it as. he was a nobody outcast. in comes the envisioned, they pick him to serve as their martyr and idol without his permission. he then had his name cut away and forgotten, and was thrust onto a pedestal to spend the rest of eternity being worshipped by other outcasts who had suffered at the same hands he had. he has something greatly in common with those who worship him, including the very people who stripped his mortality from him in the first place, but because of this shared hardship (and nothing else), his own autonomous personhood was disregarded completely in favor of The Community needing someone Just Like Them to idolize. if this sounds familiar, that’s because it should!!

his humanity was taken from him, and in his place, an idol was created. his human body is frozen in stone in the center of the void-- retired. out of commission. no longer needed. he was immortalized, transcended. this is traditionally desired, although dishonored is trying to convince you that it is not actually desirable. in the age of internet content creation, you can be immortalized without even being present, without knowing about it. you become what you can do for other people, and what you cannot. people fall in love with an idea of you, the idea of you being like them, and other people come to hate you deeply without even knowing you. people came to hate the outsider more deeply than he ever had been when he was human-- he wasn’t seen when he was human. a pedestal only helps you to be seen. the outsider had the choice made for him to achieve immortality in exchange for the simple joys of being un-known.

he spends all of doto trying to convey this idea to billie through the hollows:

"There is freedom in being hated. There is license in being cast out. Some learn this lesson a little too well."  "These people lay their thoughts, their petty wants, their murderous desires in front of me to witness. I cannot turn away." "We carry what was done to us through the rest of our endless days. No one asked if we wanted it." (i like this one. he speaks for the community-- this is a shared experience, one everyone can recognize. however, as a Queer Figure, he never asked for this. he never asked to be immortalized. i like the double meaning here)

not to mention, the entire extent of the outsider’s Sole ability and influence on the real world is to “choose” people and give them untold power over others. this is a fun ironic twist on what marginalized groups endure from powerful people, (dishonored is largely about power imbalances and socioeconomic hierarchies) but it’s also fun to think about in the context of the role model/fan framing-- so many worshippers give their lives to be “chosen” by him. it’s easily framed as an exaggeration of otherwise very real power imbalances and often the flagrant breaching of boundaries existing between creators and fans.

and on the subject of the VOID...ohht he void.....

the void should be a haven for queer folks. for nd folks. it’s wanted by so many to be a safe space, it should be, it’s the Other World! it’s renounced by the abbey, crusaded against, even. but it isn’t. it’s just this limitless, eons-old horizon that hungers and starves for something to fill it. if the outsider is the lament of queer idolatry, the void is the lament of queer Hunger. it is roaming, and restless. it does not belong to the outsider; the outsider cannot survive without it. it’s the desire to belong, not a place of belonging.

the void craves this idol, this outsider-- i, for one, have often experienced hunger for a truly moral and just role model, someone to make the world Right, and i know this is another shared feeling. those who worship the outsider, who drive themselves mad trying to see him or be chosen by him, are suffering from this idol hunger. you see this in a lot of queer and nd kids and young adults. i grew up just having my life and interests like, punctuated by different fixations on different people that i didn’t know at all, only fell in love with the idea of. it happens a lot.

there’s a couple more doto quotes that really highlight this for me:

"They carve my mark into the old bones bleached by the sun. They carve my mark into their skin. They learn true hunger in the Void." "All these charms, these runes and fetid offerings on shrines made for me, will be nothing more than objects worn of meaning. Bones and dead things, thrown into the dirt."

“They learn true hunger in the Void.” is something that i wanna touch on real quick. people can spend their lives obsessing over the idea of what they think the void will cure for them, will fix in their lives, only to find out that it’s just a hollow manifestation of the emptiness they’ve felt all their lives. it’s not the needs met, but the need itself. you have to make the home, it doesn’t already exist and you can’t fucking run to it. it is heartbreaking, frustrating, one of the bleakest messages i’ve ever encountered in a game, but i’ve never felt more seen. by submitting to these ideas, the idea of a perfect unhuman human and the idea of a perfect otherworldly home, you are surrendering your humanity. you’re not only being transformed by the powers gained (if they are gained), you’re essentially dissolving with hunger after never having these needs met. you see so many people in these games whittling themselves down to nothing but base need. empty apartments occupied only by shrines, sometimes containing their corpses. journals of people dedicating their lives to the worship of the outsider, always ending darkly.  "I will find this empty place. Somehow the key to open the Void will fall into my hands. In time, I will learn the secret and he will call to me as he called to her."

not to mention The New Envisioned-- prolonged exposure to the void will always, without fail, turn a human into silver void stone. these creatures can no longer interact with or acknowledge the mortal world. they have surrendered themselves to hunger, and cannot be saved. this is celebrated by the cult, honored by them, even. i honestly like....i pity them, and i hate them, and i recognize that i’ve been those people, lmao. when i was at my worst as a teenager, i wasnt so much a person as i was just a shell full of hunger and heartbreak. my personality was defined by who i was a fan of. i think i definitely was Less Human then. the cult of the outsider is a universal experience!!

dishonored, at its core, is a celebration of humanity. it asks you to celebrate human emotion and weakness despite greed and bigotry. the powers are not to be wanted, they are to be ignored, refused. it is human to hunger, but it is Queer and Divergent to make hunger your life’s meaning, to need to learn the secret, find the key, be chosen and loved and cherished, to be made whole by some perfect thing. to find your humanity in something un-human. dishonored sees all that, mourns it with you, and then asks you to find humanity in each other !! love the spine of your lover, the blood draining down the docks, the pause to stretch languidly in the sun of a work day.

and finally...on the topic of outsider shipping....i dont think that, in his god form, it does him much justice to be shipped with anyone. he’s not much of a person, just a projection of his former self and a vehicle for his allegory as discussed-- im sure he could be shipped like this, but it just isn’t satisfying to me in any way. however, let’s talk a bit about his lethal and nonlethal ending. DOTO asks you to make a choice. is it better to give him an abrupt and merciful ending, after deciding that the fury he’s endured at the hands of others’ famine is too much trauma for any mortal to live with? or will you decide that it’s only fair to give him a chance to live the life he never got to, to return his humanity that was taken without his consent? if you choose to free him from the void, i think you can very very easily make the argument that he can be shipped with corvo, or anyone else that can easily be shipped w/ ppl. he’s finally free to live his life as a queer man, can explore the simple and complex joys of being human with other people, navigate the hills and valleys he never got to before. corvo’s just a nice pick bc 1) experienced human/inexperienced human is good, 2) they know each other, but they don’t. this is a good setup. 3) corvo is an older queer man and uhh you cant convince me otherwise lol! and older queer/younger queer is a self indulgence for me. also corvo is just nice. i think he would enjoy helping the outsider navigate his new humanity.

just some thoughts i have running through my head all hours of the day :) this is really long cuz its a combination of a lot of infodumps from discord lmfao

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Hear me out but Fyozai crack/fluff

Madam I applaud you for figuring out a favorite Crackship of mine

I hope I can do this justice and not be punished for committing such a sin~ I will let you be the judge of that of course.

Crackship Fluff: "Fyozai in a game of Cat & Mouse.. but who is chasing whom?"

The Hunt for the sake of Curiosity

The game started with a simple note of exchange from the rat man himself. It found its way to a certain detective from the agency in good health naturally. This man wasn't one to let himself seen unless wanting to be seen. But he had his eyes set on one person in particular that he saw as more than a match in clever plotting. The letter he sent said this:

"The one who has it does not keep it. It can be large or small. It is any shape. Can you find it?"

Dazai grinned and pocketed the playful note he received. It had been awhile since their last game of Cat and Rat. He couldn't call that destructive man a mouse because mice were harmless and frightened of everything that surrounded them. Rats however, may be frightened but they tend to have more fight in them to live.

He left the building to set off on his venture to find this answer to the riddle written on paper. It could be any shape or size.. something you don't keep because you give it away. A gift perhaps? It made him excited to know that Fyodor had a hidden gift for him somewhere in the city. That riddle was much too simple for him to solve but maybe that was exactly what he wanted.

But it had him wondering as he searched throughout Yokohama, what was the gift then? Something big? Something small? It could be anything and he was staring at anyone who held a box in there grasp. He even snatched it out of their arms to open it up and ended up getting hit almost every time. Others would run away out of fear while he looked through the package.

He frowned, this couldn't be it he told himself. There would be an attached note or some indication it was from him. Dragging his feet onward he was searching for hints. Until he came across a familiar alleyway towards Lupin. Dazai walked into the alleyway, his hand caressing the brick walls. A loud squeak caught his attention and he caught a rat scurrying it's way further into the darkness.

Filled with determination and excitement of the thrill of finding his present he persistently followed the rat until he spotted a familiar figure with it's back to him. Fyodor was sitting on the cemented ground surrounded by many rats. Petting them and offering bits of cheese and breadcrumbs. Dazai didn't hesitate to approach him then embrace the Russian from behind.

"Oh, so you found me? That's a new record time for you, Dazai. So, did you find the gift I left you as well?"

"Yeah. I'm holding my gift right now in my arms."

Stunned by that response, Fyodor's poisonous yet intoxicating purple gaze widened from the genuine emotion behind Dazai's words. He felt stiff in his grasp and found it nearly impossible to breathe in that moment while processing. However, he did soon relax into his embrace, closing his eyes. If anyone understood the way he functioned it was Dazai, for they shared the same side of a coin.

"You out of all people.. know very well if someone other than you were to tell me such a vile thing I would drag out their death."

"That's why I said it, my poisonous rat. Only I can claim you as mine."

"You are the sweetness to my bitterness in life, хризантема."

Fyodor spoke with such a smooth voice like fine silk. He adored Dazai in the fashion of being fascinated of another brilliant mind existing so close to him. They shared the cynical perspective of how ugly people truly are and that they should perish for their crimes. Although Dazai committed the biggest sin of all which was desiring death, Fyodor took it upon himself to keep him close and often called him his Chrysanthemum. The flower symbolizing death and yet it's appearance gave off such a purity. Identical to that of Dazai's nature as well as looks.

"I'm here until you take your last breath. Unless you decide to take mine first."

Dazai's voice gave off a slight edge of him wanting Fyodor's full attention on him and him alone. From hearing that edge he turned his head to face his forbidden lover to gaze into his darkened brown eyes. The same blacked out color that drove him to wanting more of this side of the nullify ability user.

A few seconds passed as they looked into each other's eyes. The intensity of the way they looked at each other suggested they wanted nothing more than to rip each other's throats out. But no, they closed the gap between them with a harsh kiss. Lips smashed against each other and a brief second of opportunity where Dazai bit the bottom of Fyodor's lip, tugging and pulling. Then not too much long after he let go, Fyodor returned the favor by pulling Dazai close by his clothing to hold him in place while they made out heavily.

Dazai was the one who broke the kiss with a warning slash of a pocket knife to the neck of Fyodor. He carried it in case his toxic lover might want to get handsy in his excitement. The wound wasnt deep enough to kill but enough to sting. It was a good distraction while he put space between the man. And so their game of Cat and Rat resumed as the bandaged detective ran off after giving Fyodor a last playful wink.

"I can't wait to see what riddle you come up with next time."

Fyodor watched the figure of his tricky lover fade into the depths of the alleyway. A satisfied grin played on his lips. He was already working out another riddle in his head to send out.

"I'll see you soon, my хризантема."

The two ability users were cunning and extremely dangerous apart. But together, the world was at their mercy. In the meantime the pair decided to play along in life for awhile longer for amusement.

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Duchy Conversation 2

[26/03, 02:08 AM GMT - 26/03, 03:35 AM GMT]

[The following transcript details the conversation is between one of the Crown ARG Discord members and one of the newest Court members, Duchess, on Twitter]

Donti: “Hi! how has your day been? :D I hope you dont mind me messaging you again!”

Duchess: “Good evening. It's no trouble, but I don't believe we've met; it was my brother that you spoke to previously. I go by Duchess. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

Donti: “Oh hello Duchess! I did talk to your brother last night, he was very nice! I’m Donti, its nice to meet you! How has your day been?”

Duchess: “Oh, I know who you are. Siblings tell each other everything, you know?

My day has been fine enough. This house has been... Interesting, so far. But I suppose I am enjoying myself regardless.”

Donti: “Siblings dont always get along, my sibling doesnt tell me !anything!, Theyre so insufferable!! Its nice to know you two get along!

Also! Its been interesting? Interesting how? Did anything special happen?”

Duchess: “Ah, Duke and I did have our guarrels in the past. Horrid memories. But the Crown has fixed all of that now- we need not dwell on such unpleasant matters.

Nothing concerning happened, if that's what you are wondering. Simple family matters. It's just a bit lively! Such characters within these walls. Conflict is the spice of life, don't you think?”

Donti: “Thats..! Kind of him. When did you meet Crown? (and you're right, harmless conflict is pretty fun! we plebs like to argue :D)”

Duchess: “My, so many guestions! While I appreciate curiosity, I wonder if this is truly a fair exchange?

How about a trade; you will reveal something personal first, and I will answer your guestion. Don't worry, your secrets are more than safe with me! :)”

Donti: “I am a naturally curious person! But I’m always alright with fair trades, where would the economy be if I wasnt? What would you like to know? :Dc

You can ask as many questions til you hit something satisfactory, if that helps!”

Duchess: “Let me see... What is the one thing you desire most in your life?”

Donti: “Hmmm... The one thing I desire most? That’s a tough one, but I think the one thing I want is to go home. Its been so long since I’ve been there.

Was that a good trade? Or do you have more questions >:Dc”

Duchess: “Ah, home. We all yearn for such comforts in the end, don't we? To feel that loving embrace of familiarity... To exist in a space where we need not guestion whether we belong. Such unconditional acceptance can be so hard to find.

Of course, the family's arms are always open. :)

And yes, that feels sufficient for one return.

To answer your previous guestion... My dear brother and I met the Crown in a time of need. It's a terrible thing, you see, to feel yourself losing the one you love most. We may never have recovered without his gracious assistance.”

Donti: “You understand too, huh. Home is a special place.

...And thats a very kind offer, but I could never intrude, from what I can tell, your family is very big and happy! No need to squeeze in another :D

Oh...! Did something happen.. Between you and your brother?”

Duchess: “Ah, it is not my place to offer such accommodations. But the Crown is a generous soul, and the family is always expanding... Who knows? Perhaps if you catch his eye, his hand could extend to you next. :)

Regardless; I have answered my guestion in full. You'll have to tell me something else to learn more.”

Donti: “Ah.. That would be interesting... Maybe if I catch his eye.

And as for the questions :d shoot away, madame!

(Where would the question economy be without us, I wonder?)”

Duchess: “Who is it that you value the most?”

Donti: “You’re asking me to rank my loved ones! :oc Fun game, but its always hard to choose, they all usually end up tying for first and second!

In general, it would be my sibling. He’s terrible, but I love them anyways.. But as for people !you! can meet? I have a friend named Raeva! She’s fantastic! She’s usually out and about mapping the tunnels, though.”

Duchess: “Of course, to measure love is a difficult task. But one might also say it is an inevitable one, no? Surely there will come a time in every life where you must choose. Undoubtedly there is an answer. Is it not better, then, to be aware of your true priorities?

Your friend sounds interesting. I will have to introduce myself in the future. :)”

Donti: “I hope a time where I have to prioritize some people over others never comes.. Times would be truly dire then.

And I'll introduce you two if you ever meet! :D

Now answer my question!! >:Dc What happened between you and your brother before Crown came and helped you two?

Duchess? If you’re not comfortable with the question you don't have to answer it :o”

Duchess: “It is not so much that something happened between us. It was more of a... Gradual affair.

Imagine love as a flower. You plant the seed, you water it, let it rest within the sunlight. And that flower will grow- vivacious and green with life, the bud blossoming into petals of gorgeous color.

Now, imagine that flower is suddenly shut into a closet. Now, in the shadow, the petals wilt; the color fades from its leaves, and it curls into the dirt like a grasping claw.

Have you ever had a love that grew into rot? That reached the stars, only to burst and decay?

This is the affliction from which my brother and I suffered. And it is the affliction that the Crown helped us cure.”

Donti: “Thats terrible... I’ve only ever had friendships fade... Theyve never rotten...

I hope that never happens between you two again... Its kind of Crown to help you two

Are you two happy now?”

Duchess: “Oh, that's all in the past now, love. Today we're as close as can be!

Do you have more guestions?”

Donti: “Hm.. I have a few. Buut I think its getting late for both of us! They can always wait :D

Do you want to ask a question to even out the board?”

Duchess: “Fair enough. Let us end on something challenging, hm?

What is your deepest fear?”

Donti: “You always pick fun questions :D.

I think I’m scared of being alone. Actually. Scratch that. I know I’m scared of being alone. I go out of my way, just to make friends I know will stay for just a little while longer. Only to have someone next to me.

The day where theres nobody by my side is the day I’ve lost.

Also! Expect my good friend Jack! He’s been meaning to contact you. Jacks very smart and eloquent! I think you two would get along!

Goodnight Duchess!”

Duchess: “I see. You crave the feeling of home and dread loneliness. I wonder if the two are connected?

Alas, that is not for me to decide. This has been a wonderful game, my friend. We should play again soon. There's always more to discover, wouldn't you say? :)

I will be expecting your friend. Until next time.”