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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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Sacrifices

Shang-Chi x Reader

A/N: I got greedy(?) and decided to participate in another piece for @wint3r-h3art celebration! I would also like to apologize in advance for me being annoying and doing another angst after my Steven one😛

Genre: PG-13, Undercover AU

Notes: Being a huge DC fan, I thought incorporating these characters would be great for this story😉 hope my lack of braincells did this fic justice.

‘Prepare for extraction.’

‘Copy.’ Shang-Chi signals to Marc, jet moving towards the drop-zone as agreed.

He couldn’t wait for this to be over, to finally have you by his side after a whole six months.

You were in deep cover at a meta human facility where runaways were kidnapped and experimented on to active their meta gene.

Retrieving enough evidence, Fury demanded that you were to be pulled out, not wanting one of his best agents to be at risk any further.

‘We don’t who else the League of Shadows are involved with.’ Fury tells you at a secret rendezvous point. ‘I’m sending a team to get you out.’

By team, you didn’t expect Shang-Chi running down the hallway to meet you and the other runaway kids.

‘Y/N!’ He crushes you in a massive hug. ‘I missed you.’

‘Missed you too.’ You couldn’t believe that this day would finally come. ‘We have to leave now. The league has probably been notified by the trigger alarm.’

He nods, leading the group down the same way he came. Only to be stopped by uniformed guards wielding ammunition.

‘Those weapons are alien tech.’ You whisper to Shang-Chi. ‘Ra’s Al Ghul is going to kill all of us if it means his secrets don’t get out.’ You refer to the immortal leader.

Maybe Shang-Chi can take the brunt of its power with his rings. But you couldn’t. And certainly not the kids.

‘I have an idea.’ You tell him. ‘Take the kids and move fast.’ The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grew bigger. You didn’t like it one bit.

Six painful months. You remembered at the end of each day where you crossed out the date on the calendar, awaiting your reunion.

But you saw what the immortal leader of the Shadows could do. If taking out one of his bases was a step in the right direction, you had to do it.

Slowly moving backwards as the tropes advanced in on the group, you find the red button that you were looking for.

Shang-Chi was going to hate you for this.

‘I’m sorry.’ You slammed your fist onto the button, activating the lockdown mode. A flicker of realisation passes by his face, and it is filled with pure terror at the thought of what you had thrown yourself into.

‘What are you doing?’ Shang-Chi denies reality, attempting to pry open the doors. ‘Hey, Y/N. If this is a joke, it’s not funny.’ He tries to reason with you as you watch his futile efforts.

‘Please, open the door and we can figure a way out of this.’ He begs. Perhaps he already knows your decision, as the scratches against the doors have turned into full-blown bangs.

‘Y/N YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!’

Shang-Chi doesn’t bother to hide his tears, screaming at you through the thick glass, as if it would break at his desperation.

‘Shang-Chi.’ You coaxed him to calm down. ‘I don’t have much time and you need to get out of here soon.’ Placing a hand on the window, Shang-Chi does the same.

‘There’s safe houses in Egypt and the outskirts of Mozambique. Marc and Nakia. They’ll know what to do. Tell Fury about Ra’s Al Ghul… he needs to know. The world must know about his evil deeds.’

As you instruct Shang-Chi on the intel you gathered, you could feel your heart rate slowing down. Like a fish out of water, you could only suck on the air.

The inhumane sounds were enough to make Shang-Chi loose his mind, but he needed to focus on you.

‘And…’ you had to choose your words wisely to conserve energy in your last moments.

‘I… will always… love… you… no matter… where… I am…’

Panting out the last few words, you smiled, not wanting Shang-Chi to see that your last few moments were excruciatingly painful. Your nerves started to shut down, allowing numbness to take over your body.

‘No… No please… don’t do this…’ Shang-Chi was crippled by the memories of his mother. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to get out of the time loop.

‘Go.’ You weakly mouthed. ‘The kids.’ You were about to loose your grip on the timer that would set the radiation bomb off.

Marc runs into the crumbling building, spotting Shang-Chi from a distance. He doesn’t get why the two of you haven’t got out yet until he moves closer.

‘Marc… please we need help.’ Shang-Chi pleads with his team member. ‘We can get her out of here.’

A loyal comrade and a good friend, Marc Spector doesn’t want to leave you either. But he knows what you’re thinking. And he knows you’re right. You nod, as a favour to drag Shang-Chi out if he has to.

So he does. With miraculous strength, Marc pulls him back, not stopping despite the barrage of attacks on him. Marc knows that the rage isn’t directed towards him, but to himself.

The fact that he can’t do anything but just to stand by and watch you die.

Finally getting onto the jet, the aircraft speeds off, getting as far away as it can from the blast radius.

Thirty seconds later, orange flames burst into the skies.

Thirty seconds later, Shang-Chi’s world had ended.

***

The familiar sight greets Shang-Chi as he gets off the car together with his sister. Together, they walk towards their aunt Ying Nan who is solemnly dressed in black.

Ta Lo was more than beautiful. It was a part of Shang-Chi. He had always wanted to bring you here to escape the burdens of an Avenger.

How cruel fate was. Instead of holding your warm hands, he carries the frame of your photo. They couldn’t go back for your body.

The funeral went by in a haze. You were always a reserved person, only enjoying the company of those you truly cherished. It was only befitting to respect your wishes.

He feels a sympathetic pat from his sister and hears words of encouragement from his aunt. Shang-Chi waits until they leave, breaking down into choked sobs.

‘When I’m done with this mission. Promise you’ll take me to see Ta Lo.’

‘Alright, I promise.’ He offers a pinky swear. ‘No Avenger’s stuff. A whole week, you and me.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

***

A week later, Lazarus Island

‘Haa!!!’ You jerk forward violently, head throbbing.

Your memories were in bits and pieces. The last thing you could remember was doing research at the Mongolia base.

The kids and you running down the hall… a man… and then… orange fireballs the size of a butterfly.

‘Sorry about that. The experience in the pit can make one quite disoriented. Believe me, I tried.’ A low voice rumbles in the darkness, stepping into the view.

You find yourself looking at the whites of a red helmet. The mystery man removes his helmet, the white streak of hair visibly noticeable.

‘My name is Jason Todd, and I need your help with bringing down the League of Shadows.’

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margoshansons · 3 years ago

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My thoughts on Anthony and Kate in Bridgerton s2:

- The love triangle was pointless, it was supposed to add depth to Edwina’s character but instead turned her into a plot device and ruined her relationship with Kate as well as making Kate and Anthony look really bad.

- Also where was Mary? Why was Kate given a maternal role for Edwina when Edwina’s mother is literally right there?

- Lady Danbury should have had a smaller role and all her scenes with Kate should have been given to Mary also how did Mary not realize Kate had feelings for Anthony until Edwina did? Edwina was naive and misled but Mary had no excuse?

- How was Daphne the only Bridgerton to pick up on Anthony’s feelings for Kate? Anthony was NOT subtle.

- Kate claims to desire a love match for her sister above all else but begs Anthony to continue his engagement to Edwina when she knows he doesn’t love her?

- This one’s probably controversial but where do Anthony and Kate fall in love? they barely speak to each other and when they do it’s nothing of substance. They have heaps of sexual tension but where is that emotional connection that made the book so poignant?

- This one is also controversial but Kate is supposed to be a soft character, in the book she is stone-faced and confrontational with Anthony until the library scene but she is shown as kind and open with everyone else. She charms people easily and is funny. Her thunderstorm trauma, panic attacks and self-esteem issues make her deeply sympathizable and I feel the tv writers did a great disservice to Kate’s character and to the audience by removing that representation.

-In the same vein as the last point Anthony and Kate are not supposed to be exact mirrors of each other’s personality. They share some key values and personality traits and that is why they connect emotionally so well but they are not the same and there are key differences as well that complement each other.

ooh okay so this is a lot (which I love! please send me more asks on Bridgerton) so I'm gonna go through each point. For the most part I agree with your thoughts but I, a capricorn, am incapable of not sharing my own opinions so here we go.

1. Yes I completely agree. Edwina's character was well and truly assassinated the moment they decided to give her and Kate a love triangle over Anthony.

2. I actually love the idea of Kate shouldering the burden of the family because Mary was so emotionally distraught after Miles' death, but they should've shown us more to support that instead of telling us.

3. YES I AGREE. Mary should've been the one to comfort and mentor Kate through this season and tbh I thought it was really weird that Kate didn't tell Mary about the Sheffield fortune thing. I legit assumed (up until 2x05) that Mary was the one who told Kate and that was the reason she decided to take them both to England. I think Mary knew, but they wanted to reinforce the idea that Kate was alone and always fighting for acceptance with her family, so they decided to make Mary firmly on Edwina's side which is *YIKES*

4. To be fair, only one Bridgerton is allowed a braincell and this season it was Daphne. Everyone else was off doing their own thing and it's common knowledge that the Bridgerton family is HELLA unobservant, although I did miss Violet trying to play matchmaker with Anthony.

5. This is complicated. To put it simply, it is a love match, but it's a one sided love match. Kate is so sure that Edwina's heart will break the moment Anthony calls off the engagement (and she has good reason to believe this after 2x03) and she will be inconsolable, that Kate sacrifices her own wants and desires to make sure that Edwina is with the man she loves, even if he doesn't love her back. Which is very contrary to her characterization in the book tbh. It's a lot like Angelica and Eliza in Hamilton. Angelica knows that Hamilton isn't in love with Eliza when they meet but Eliza is, so she hands him over so that her sister can be with the man she loves. And I'm sure Kate thought that Anthony would eventually develop feelings for Edwina later on, especially since throughout the book Kate is always believing that Anthony has fallen in love with Edwina. (but really Edwina should've bowed out the moment Anthony said "nah I don't want love and I'm not convinced that she wasn't going to after the dinner)

6. It is my personal belief that they fall in love during the Pall Mall game. They become infatuated with each other during their morning ride, they start crushing on each other during Danbury's ball and they truly start to fall in love with one another during Pall Mall when Kate sees how close this family is and Anthony sees how Kate fits right in. And then I think those feelings are sealed during the mud scene when they both realize how much they can relax in each other's company. It really doesn't take a lot to fall in love, and I think their infatuation along with the realization that they can relax in one another's company led to the formation of that love. But yes, I do wish we could've gotten more conversations between them instead of just...eyefucking.

7. There's a lot about Kate's characterization that rubbed me the wrong way, but frankly that's a conversation for another time, but I do like that they leaned more into the Eldest Daughter syndrome and replaced her insecurity about her looks to an insecurity about not being loved due to her status as a stepdaughter instead of a biological daughter. I definitely agree that they should've delved deeper into her trauma regarding thunderstorms and her mom though.

8. I like that they mirror each other, although it shouldn't have come at the expense of Kate's other personality traits. But I love the whole "we're unintentional mirrors" trope because it forces the person to confront both the good and the bad about themselves.

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orangepeelsyndrome · 3 years ago

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karasuno boys in the morning

DAICHI SAWAMURA ;

wakes up at 6 every morning

steaming hot cup of coffee to get through the day--literally the hottest cup of coffee you've ever seen like hOW do you not burn yourself siR

possibly goes for a run? at least does some sit-ups and push-ups

breakfast is a MUST for this man

takes the train to school and hypes himself up on the way with good music

SUGAWARA KOSHI;

tries to be a morning person--i mean he wants to be SO badly but absolutely cannot get up earlier than 7

does the cutest little yawn + stretch when he finally gets up

will whisper good morning to his plants like the sweet bean he is

breakfast is light but nutritious

i feel like he drinks tea ? but he definitely has a pumpkin spice latte when fall comes around

brings a journal with him on the train to school (he wants to use it to write poetry or short stories but he never knows how to finish them bc he can't find the proper words)

ASAHI AZUMANE ;

jolts himself awake kinda like how you would when your body thinks you're falling

gets up extra early to make a smoothie or acai bowl or some shit

also needs the extra time to do his hair (he definitely messes with it a lot and re-does it until it looks perfect you cannot convince me otherwise)

also his skin care routine is ✨immaculate✨

NISHINOYA YU ;

this is the mf who sets his alarm at 4:30 to finish last nite's homework but sleeps through it. every. single. damn. day.

def scrambles around to get all his shit packed and ready for the day

rolls out of bed with perfect bed head (the smexy kind tho dw) :)

somehow has time to put together a good breakfast

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE ;

also gets up super early to do his homework (like maybe 6) but still manages to either get it completely wrong or doesn't finish

doesn't need coffee (wbk tho) but always steals some if his sister is making it

packs a shit ton of snacks to eat sneakily in class

somehow always forgets something dumb like an eraser or pencils

blasts music on his way to school that everyone can definitely hear (but they're all bops so no one really minds)

ENNOSHITA CHIKARA ;

sets his alarm for 7:00 but doesn't actually get out of bed until like 7:30

why do i feel like he's a morning shower kind of guy

tbh his go-to breakfast is toast but some days he'll spice it up and add some avocados

tbh has a basic morning routine but don't ever let him hear you say that he will get self-conscious (sweet baby boy we love youuu)

sometimes gets up earlier just to re-write his homework if he thinks his writing is messy (it literally never is tho)

KAGEYAMA TOBIO ;

usually will sleep in but now has the habit of getting up early just so he can get to school before hinata

breakfasts are a chaotic mess like he'll just grab whatever junk food he finds first

gotta get that milk tho

one of them boys who rolls out of bed with clear skin and amazing hair without even trying sjdbjfjd how

sometimes has to sprint back home half-way to school because he forgot his whole ass bag

HINATA SHOYO ;

baby crow isn't a morning person in the slightest but needs to beat kageyama so his alarm is literally set for 5 am

meat buns for breakfastttt

will tie his sister's shoes before he leaves and she pats his head afterwards bc they're adorable

hypes himself up in the mirror and when his sister catches him she helps hype him up in the mirror too

will always accidentally put on an item of clothing incorrectly and has to rush to redo it

doesn't have any coffee in the morning bc let's be honest it would ruin his two braincells

it's canon but we all know he speed bikes to school

TSUKISHIMA KEI ;

either gets up at 6 or 20 minutes before school starts

was probably trolling people the nite before and forget to sleep so the eye bags are extreme

no breakfast bc he doesn't have the energy in the morning to function

morning routine is short and simple but i hc that he spends extra long taking care of his teeth or that dental hygiene is weirdly super important for him idk

like the man MUST floss before he leaves for school otherwise all hell breaks loose

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI ;

angel baby is not a morning person sorry

like if it weren't for tsukki sending him wake up texts/calls he would def sleep until noon

and then when he wakes up after the fourth text he always, always calls him to apologize

loves breakfast (i can so see him having a pinterest board of breakfasts he wants to make) but legit never wakes up in time to execute

washes his face in the morning and has the softest towel to dry afterwards

bought a dinosaur toothbrush to impress tsukki (lowkey it did but he'll never admit it) that he uses regularly now

bonus:

SHIMIZU KIYOKO ;

a queeeen with a badass morning routine

wakes up at 5:30 and does yoga while the sun rises

breakfasts are so important and they always turn out amazing somehow (pls teach me your waysss)

puts a lot of effort into her skin and hair routine (but only to keep it healthy and moisturized)

sometimes if she has time i so see her trying out little accessories that look ADORABLE on her but she lowkey would feel self-conscious wearing to school (like noo wear a beret to school plss i beg you)

HITOKA YACHI ;

an angel but not really a morning person

definitely sleeps with a stuffed animal that a close friend gave her

her breakfasts are actually the cutest things you will ever see and they smell amazing

brings a book to read on the train to school because the thought of small talk is terrifying (same lol)

like kiyoko she will also experiment with accessories but quickly gets too shy to wear them out of the house (again imagine yachi with like a pastel headband or scarf plsss im soft)

has started using the scented hand cream she saw kiyoko use and now she's lowkey obsessed with it

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blueluneacy · 4 years ago

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Hello!! I hope you're doing well :) With the yandere prompts Do you think you could do #10 or #47 (Or both in one fic if you wanna ;D) with Kira? Thank you in advance I love your works!

Kira! He’s super underrated, but I think it’s just because he’s so... Well, weird!

Warnings: dub con, deepthroating, roughness, cum swallowing, yandere, possessive behaviors, hair pulling

You clawed at Kira as he grabbed you by the arm, forcing you along with him into the other room. Dinner had been a disaster, you hadn’t been paying attention to a pot and caused the sauce to burn since you were so nervous with Kira staring at you, not to mention you had spilled his tea when you were trying to pour it. You tried to clean it up, only to slip on the mess you made and fall to the ground, bumping your head in the process. You whimpered and rubbed the bump, but Kira seemed to have no care in the world for your pain, simply dragging you along to the living room with him.

“D-Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spill it! Please, I’ll clean it up and try again, just please, give me another chance!” You cried out, Kira only huffing and throwing you to the ground as he sat down on the couch, looking over you. You whimpered as you fell, but you didn’t dare try to get up, only looking up at Kira submissively as you tried to gain only an ounce of pity.

“Your head has been in the clouds today, (Y/n). You seem to be very distracted…” He hummed, leaving you to gulp as your eyes welled up.

“I know, I’ll try harder. I’ll be better, just please give me a chance. I’m begging you.” You gasped out, leaving Kira just to chuckle as he shook his head.

“Give you another chance, you say. You’ll try harder, you say. You’ve really been wearing my patience thin, you know that, (Y/n)? Maybe I ought to make you like the rest of my girlfriends…” He told you, leaving you to gasp as you stared down at the bracelets around your wrists, knowing that they locked you to him, implanted with bombs that would easily destroy all but your hands if he ever chose to set them off. You gasped as you started to crawl closer to Kira, at his feet but still not touching him, for fear you might set him off into one of his rages. You bowed your head to the ground, on your knees as you adopted an apologetic pose, trying to appeal to Kira’s sympathies.

“I know I’ve been bad, Yoshikage. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything.” You knew exactly what to say, at least. Kira relaxed a bit at your words, sighing.

“Get me a drink, and I’ll think about it.” He told you, leaving you to perk up a bit. You smiled and nodded, rushing into the kitchen to get Kira a glass of his favorite liquor, making sure you were extremely careful in how you prepared it. You even examined the ice to make sure it was square enough for his needs. You stood up straight and held the glass carefully, walking back into the living room and setting down the glass on a coaster on the end table, actually sighing in relief once you put it down with no disasters. Kira hummed as he looked at the glass, picking it up and taking a long sip.

“Perfect. You do well when you actually use your brain. Back on your knees. I think I’ve lost my appetite, but I am still exhausted from work.” Kira told you, leaving you to swallow and nod, getting on your knees and looking up at Kira, waiting for your next order. Kira just looked at you for a moment, before rolling his eyes.

“You’re not thinking again, are you? Come on. Help your husband relax.” He spread his legs slightly to try and give you the hint and you just gasped, nodding.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You quickly crawled over to Kira, blinking up at him as you began to fiddle with his belt, silently asking for his help. He sighed and guided you as you pulled his cock out, already half hard.

“You really are dimwitted sometimes.” He told you, leaving you to whimper as you began to touch Kira, rubbing him up and down the way you knew he liked it. Kira loved watching you use his hands on him, touching him with those nails that you sometimes spent hours getting just right, mostly out of fear that if your hands were no longer to his taste, he would get rid of you. Kira groaned slightly as he got hard, watching as you got to work. When you leaned down to kiss the tip, he just smiled.

“There you go, that’s it. Now take it all in, I want to see you choke.” He told you, but you just gasped as you looked up, trying to argue.

“Y-Yoshi, I don’t think I can take it-” You tried to speak out, Kira just growled, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you all the way down, his cock effectively cutting you off.

“I could fucking kill you right now, you know that? And you’re still trying to argue? What, did your fucking braincells die when you hit the ground?” Kira hissed as you gagged around the intrusion in your throat, staring up at Kira as you tried to relax your throat. You did your best to lave your tongue over the underbelly of his cock, leaving Kira to gasp a bit as his grip loosened on your head, allowing you to lift up just a bit so you could adjust your breathing through your nose. You got to work quickly, however, quickly bobbing your head back down and letting your husband’s cock hit the back of your throat as you worked him, using your hands to gently squeeze his balls the way you knew he liked it. Kira groaned as he threw his head back.

“There you go, that’s a good girl. It seems you do best when you have someone like me to guide you. You should be grateful I’m able to be so patient with you.” He pet your hair, watching as your mascara ran, your lipstick becoming a mess as you worked Kira to his end. You moaned in response to his words, squeezing your legs together slightly as you realized how turned on you were becoming.

“God, look at you, such a naughty thing. Your throat feels so tight. God… I’m going to cum, and you’re going to swallow every last drop, understand?” He ordered. You did your best to nod as Kira’s grip on you tightened, his hand controlling your pace as he bucked into your mouth, finally cumming as he hit the back of your throat. You had no choice but to swallow everything you were given, kept in position as Kira worked through his orgasm. When he finally let you go, you pulled away and swallowed what was remaining in your mouth, immediately opening it for inspection. Kira chuckled and pat your head, watching with delight as you moved to clean him up before tucking his cock away, leaning back on your knees when the whole process was over.

“That’s so cute, but you forgot one thing, darling.” He cooed, leaving you to look up with eyes wide. Kira chuckled as fear flashed across your eyes. “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar? You should give me a big smile after working hard for me.” You gasped and gave Kira a shaky smile, nodding a bit.

“Thank you, Yoshikage. I’m… I’m glad I could do good for you..” You mumbled that last part, embarrassed at hearing it come out of your mouth. Kira just chuckled and pulled you into his lap, grabbing his glass and taking another sip.

“Relax with me for a while. You can clean up your mess from the kitchen later.” Kira told you, watching as you leaned back against him, eyes fluttering shut.

You hated how you mindlessly obeyed him.

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heartwoodventures · 4 years ago

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Primary Access Required: The Man With No Name

Dellont Gleauvahins entered Heartwood Ventures with a blank expression on his face, after hearing rumors about the company having been in Coerthas the man decided to come check things out to see if the rumors were true. Walking the few steps in he was met with someone sweeping and what seemed to be a group of people just relax. Bringing a hand up to his mouth the elezen coughed into it to grab the attention of anyone. "Am I right to believe that this is the home of Heartwood?"

"You would be correct." Haila stated, immediately turning over to the newcomer as she remained on her seat by the nearby bar. "And you would be?" she asked in return, a hand resting near the side of her head as she waited for an answer.

Aislinn looked up from the book she was reading and blinked owlishly. "That it is, yes." she said, a beat too late. She softly closed the book. "What can we do for you?"

Vanriri came from the back, making the final adjustments on her gauntlets; she'd been tending to the two numbskulls who'd not *only* broken a table with their antics, but *somehow* managed to knock one another into oblivion. How they had two braincells left to rub together was beyond her, but at least they were now resting comfortably.

Altani was far to busy tinkering with her arm blade to pay the elezen any attention grumbling to herself every so often

Aiswyda swept at the grass at the entryway. The whole endeavor is futile to begin with. With every pass, the grass flicks back the other direction and she’s done nothing but spread the fake dirt around a little.

Rising Lotus had been leaning against a column, watching Wyda for a few minutes now, confused as to why she was doing it but curious to see how long she'd be at it.

Dellont Gleauvahins looked over his shoulder towards the hyur and then back at the Viera. "Dellont Gleauvahins." The man offered with a small bow towards the group. "If rumors are correct you've been dealing with my brother's antics."

Haila arched a brow, they'd been certainly dealing with more than a few antics, for a moment she nearly asked which one. But given that the last dissection was still fresh in her mind, she understood right away. "Am I to assume said brother is the one that's controlling an armada of allagan machinery?"

Just like Haila, Aislinn's brows also rose a bit at that. She took a moment to carefully place the book back on the shelf before turning to the elezen. In all fairness, that could describe any number of jobs Heartwood was currently involved with but as the Viera posed her question, Aislinn made a soft "Ahh." Now it made sense.

Vanriri squinted slightly at the elezen once she settles the final strap at a comfortable snugness. "Your brother, ser--" she pauses, glancing at Haila, "ah, that clarifies things."

Aiswyda is far too invested at this point...The only option now is to carry on with the charade. Wyda puts down the broom and procures a dustpan from the cafe. She kneels over and sweeps into the pan, then tosses the ‘dirt’ out of an open window.

Dellont Gleauvahins lips thinned into a line, so the rumors had been true. "An armada? I do believe back when we were working on this project it was simply a handful to be used as test subjects, merely machinery that was meant to help add the military in war efforts."

Altani kept tinkering with her armor though she glanced up at the group every now and then, idly keeping tabs on the conversation

Rising Lotus rose her hand to try and get Wyda's attention, but decided against it as it seemed much more important things were about to be discussed. The mystery would remain unsolved for now it seemed.

"From reports, it would seem to have grown to a veritable swarm, I'm sorry to inform you." Vanriri stated as she made her way up the first few steps of the staircase. Does she climb the steps to be taller? Maybe.

Aislinn glanced between Vanriri and Dellont. "That does seem to be the case. We've been trying to sort out exactly why, though."

The slow patter of boot-laden footsteps preceded the interjection of a voice that was familiar to some. "War against /who/, exactly? I wasn't aware the alliance approved of aether draining." Edda stated as she came into view.

Aiswyda neatly put the dustpan away. She met Rising’s gaze for a moment, and grinned slightly. “A bit of last minute cleaning! As we have guests over...” She then looks over to the elezen stranger, curious.

Altani started to get more and more interested as the group talked, but she kept to herself for the moment

Rising Lotus looked to Wyda, then down to the grassy floor, then back to the woman once more, shrugging with a sigh and turning to pay attention to the commotion.

Dellont Gleauvahins seemed confused at Edda's comment and the reaction his face made was clear enough. "Aether draining? They were meant to provide medical aid to the wounded on battlefields, it's quite the opposite. What has my brother done to them...." Running a hand through his hair Dellont took in a large breath before exhaling. "Tell me, what has Yvellont made these machines become? My purpose for them was to aid people not harm them."

Knuckles tensed, the young sorceress snapped back -- "You can answer /our/ questions first. Give us a reason to trust you." Edda then spun on her heel, pacing toward one of the tables where she soon seated herself.

Dellont perked a brow and the look of shock never left his features, the elezen was so confused on what damage his brother had caused. "You may ask me whatever you wish, I have nothing to hide from you."

Aiswyda listened with rapt attention, but held back from saying anything. The extent of her understanding was literally just this - robot spiders bad. Robot spiders in Coerthas? Smash.

Edda idly, she sipped at a steaming cup clutched between her fingertips. "This project of yours. Who ordered it, and who else was involved? This can't have been a two-man job."

Altani didn't really know what anyone was on about, but she wasnt about to let anyone else know just how clueless she was

As Edda asked her questions, Aislinn quietly studied the elezen, interested in what he may have to say. Anything that might shed light on the bioweaponry that currently had her and Haila stymied would be helpful.

Vanriri frowned slightly, pondering. She was only just beginning aetherial studies--she couldn't say much with any authority--though she supposed if they'd been previously designed with medical aid in mind, some of the core features may yet rely on that... She shifts her gaze from the elezen, to Edda, and back again.

Dellont offered a shake of his head. "No one ordered it, simply two brothers who lost enough during the Dragonsong War, including our father. We had done research in efforts to find ways to hopefully protect our loved ones or offer some strength in battle to keep them going. The devices were meant for Healers to infuse their aether into crystals that were held inside the machines, once they reached the target the merely had to break the crystal over them to heal their wounds. Until they were able to make it back safely, the size of them were to stay about that of a small pup. Large enough to carry what was needed but small enough to scurry across the field without being detected."

"There were some of those things way bigger than that wern't there? Spose when they're all swarmin' over each other it's hard to tell the exact size of 'em." Rising Lotus mused.

Aislinn, herself, hadn't been there during this attack though she had dissected the one they brought back. "Hmm...aye from what I understand they may have drifted far from that purpose. They apparently sought out our medics in an attempt to drain their aether." she glanced around the room, at those who had actually been out in Coerthas.

“That’s a wonderful idea!” Wyda smiled at Dellont. A beat. She sensed the overall mood in the room and quickly turned her smile into a stern frown. “Er, but Rising’s got a point. And what we saw in the field was a far cry from what you intended...”

"Who oversaw their manufacture during this early stage?" Edda asked.

"Bigger? No no no, they were never meant to be larger than I had explained, there was no need for it. Yvellont and I were the only ones that knew of these plans and how to build it, no one else was meant to know about them until they were fully functioning properly." At Aislinn's comment the man's face paled as he looked over towards the Hyur. "I beg your pardon?" He had heard but couldn't believe it.

"Then you will give us these plans. It may afford you a deal of clemency when the two of you are brought to justice." Edda stated.

Aislinn shot Edda a swift, quelling look out of the corner of her eye before looking back to Dellont. "Again, from what I'm given to understand, they attacked our medics. We've been working on some way to shield them going forward out in the field but...do you know why your brother might want to turn them into weapons instead of what they were originally designed for?"

“They were pretty aggressive. Attacked and chased us around. You ever punch a robot before?” Wyda shivered, and shook her head. “...but I’m sure the others could go into it in more detail.”

"There was a veritable /swarm/ of them shooting at us." Edda added.

"I can't give you plans that I don't have, and justice? I have done nothing wrong but simply try and help those in need, if anyone shall be brought to justice it'll be Yvellont. The only reason he has all the blueprints for the machines was due to him blowing up our last lab in an attempt to kill me." The scientist scoffed at the mage before turning his attention to the other two. "I have never punched a machine before as I'm not exactly the physical type, and I'm unsure. I'm just as confused as you are as to why he would target your medics."

"Much like they mentioned, had it been a random group of adventurers, I doubt that we'd be standing here right now. But that poses way more questions." Haila commented, shrugging some as she had been silent for far too long. "Justice or not, you know more than we do about this subject, and your brother seems rather keen on being well hidden as well."

Altani began to feel somewhat bad for the elezen having everyone's eyes and judgement on him, she was tempted to speak out in defense of him but she didn't feel good about sticking her neck out for some stranger

"I'd say that brings enough to offer a good deal if your intention is to put a stop to this as much as we do." Haila said.

Aislinn nodded in agreement with the viera.

Vanriri cleared her throat. "We've more pressing matters, for now, than laying blame or subsequently questioning your intentions. If you do not have plans at present, then perhaps you might help our own researchers recreate them--we've several specimens, I believe."

Edda frowned, hissing in irritation as she set her cup down. "Your own role in this wretched affair cannot rightly be ignored. You didn't keep /copies/ anywhere?"

"I have told you all that I know, I haven't even been able to track down Yvellont after he vanished, and I would like for him to continue thinking that he succeeded in killing me. If he knows I'm tailing him then he'll move locations and we can't have that. The only other thing that I may offer is I had denied him in wanting to further the project, a simple project to aid healers that he wanted to turn more into war machines." Removing his glasses Dellont rubbed the bridge of his nose. Those that looked could see the large scar that formed across his face, aftermath of the explosion perhaps. "If you have specimens then I can help look them over and see what he's done, perhaps he hasn't changed the coding on them and I can see what he's planning." Placing his glasses back on the elezen simply ignored Edda, focusing more on those that weren't throwing a fit.

Haila sighed softly, "We can show you, it saves me the trouble of tracking the damn man out myself. And keeping recklessness to a minimum is what we should be aiming for." she stated, pausing to glance around at everyone still standing. "We can discuss some more, but I believe 'tis past due that we at least offer a seat or a cup of tea for a guest."

"It's reckless to place our confidence in strangers bearing gifts. I needn't relate to you how Nym fell." Edda pressed.

"Confidence and common courtesy are two separate things, if he knows something we can use, then at least a fair trade is in demand." Haila replied.

"Perhaps his intentions /are/ pure. I feel that time should be taken to assess this." the mage countered.

“Were you ever close with your brother? Was he always the sort to try to kill his kin or create dangerous aether sucking spiders?” Wyda tapped a finger against the tip of her nose, in thought. She then meandered over to the cafe, and as she does so she thinks aloud to herself. “I’m just wondering what his end goal could be...”

Vanriri couldn't deny that she shared some of Edda's misgivings--and she was fairly certainly the Adders, and Ishgard's own knights would be keen to know this particular Elezen had come calling, considering his connections. Regardless of whether or not his intentions were genuine. She frowns slightly.

Aislinn tilted her head to Haila, acknowledging the viera's point. Sometimes she forgot things like social graces. "Aye, Haila's right. No harm in having some tea and a sit while we talk."

"By all means. I'm not advocating tossing the bastard in a cell." Edda relented.

"I'm an Allagan researcher, I found the subject intriguing as to what could be built from it, after seeing a few designs from old works it's what gave me the idea for my creations." Holding hand up Dellont waved a hand dismissively to Haila's offer. "I will simply stand as I seem to make some of your members uncomfortable but I will still lend the knowledge that I know." A golden brow perked at Wyda's question and a soft sigh was heard. "We were once close, connected to the hip one would say."

"Please, ser, sit. We can all abide some small discomforts." Vanriri gestures. "You mentioned your motivations for these creations began to differ--is this the root of your schism?" She moves closer to the tables. Vanriri likewise makes shooing motions for everyone to sit, because everyone else is just milling about, too.

"Then you're not alone, I'm also an Allagan researcher, and as you can tell, a few more of us also hold some knowledge of it in their own fields. But just from looking at the few samples of machinery we retrieved out there, your brother also has a grasp on it farther than average." Haila said to the elezen.

Aislinn glanced over at Vanriri and quietly moved to a seat while she listened.

Rising Lotus meandered her way over to the pastry table, plopping down while everyone else talked out the technicals.

Altani shrugged, wandering her way to the cafe, though she'd stay standing for the moment

Aiswyda shakes her head disapprovingly at the mention of Allagan. It seemed that, no matter the context, dabbling in old tech always led to shenanigans. However, her expression softens when Dellont brings up his estranged brotherhood. “Sorry to hear...Perhaps he can yet be convinced to stop.”

"There's blood on his hands. A crossbow bolt will stop him well enough." Edda said.

"Farther you say? I'm rather curious to what he's come up with." A roll of the eyes and another sigh was heard from Dellont. "Perhaps I should just leave with what info I have and the help that I could offer if comments like such will continue, such childish manners."

"This same man tried to murder you, didn't he?" Edda quickly replied.

"Whether my brother tried to murder me or not he's the key to stopping these and if you kill him then all is lost then his army is left to run freely." Dellont's reply came just as swift.

"Edda, I must ask that you behave this time. Bringing someone to justice doesn't mean killing them will be the solution, that's us being vigilantes instead. I'm not going to bring up the ethics that each city has for judging their guilty, what we have here is work towards a solution for the job we took." Haila spoke a tad sharply, moving over to a chair to arrange and take a seat herself.

"He'd be beheaded in Thanalan. Still, justice needn't be premature."

"Then let the authorities decide that instead of taking that into your own hands."

"I intend to."

Aiswyda fretted over Edda and Haila. “What happens /after/ we take care of the robots threatening Eorzea, we can figure out then! But we’ve got someone here, willing to help. So before we toss anyone into gaol, let’s sort out the present, eh?”

Vanriri hopped up onto her chair so she can ...see over the table. "Allagan technology inspired these creations, you were saying," she prompted, trying to usher the conversation along, and sends Wyda a grateful glance.

Dellont moved towards to pillar to lean against not intending to sit down as to when this was all done he could leave right away. "Now, what is it you wish to know and what info can you share with me about these creatures? There was mention you were able to get a few subjects, what did you find within them?" With a soft hum Dellont turned his attention to Vanri. "Yes, hearing stories of such creations and even being able to witness one I saw greatness in them. Yvellont and I were stuck on what could possibly help our people in battle, aid the healers even, so I started the blueprint process. I started off with one of course, there were so many tests, how to be able to track someone down that was injured or low on aether through tough terrain. I had to make my own wiring for the system so that the cold winter winds wouldn't damage them."

Flatly, the witch murmured -- "It's rude to stare." She set her now-empty cup aside.

Aiswyda caught herself in a distant stare, and awkwardly looks away. “Eep, sorry...I was just...well..” She pinches herself in an attempt to wake herself up, but her ever present exhaustion remains.

"If it's anythin' they seem to work pretty damn well in the snow, jus' have the healin' part a bit backwards though." Rising Lotus spoke up.

Haila Wetyios nodded along a little as he started talking some more about how all this came to be. "Let me ask this then, did the original machines you created intend to mix in flesh with the circuits?"

Dellont stared in horror as his nose scrunched in disgust. "Why on earth would their need to be flesh mixed in with the circuits? The circuits worked perfectly fine the way they were."

Aislinn eyed Dellont with a bit of bemusement. "Well, as we can show you, it's certainly a piece of bioweaponry now. Flesh and circuits and a core we can't seem to break into."

"Was the core meant to be fully allagan? Except with added adaptations to be managed by a core of your own creation?" Haila asked.

Aiswyda‘s eyes droop, and she leans over for a second before snapping back to attention. Godsdamn it - already at her limit, again. Before she embarasses herself by falling asleep on the table, Wyda excuses herself from the table and quickly disappears into her room.

"The core was meant to be fully allagan, yes, easier to control the creations and the power source they needed. The core itself is meant to be linked to each one to send signals to one another, for example if one were to find a group of injured people it would send a signal to others to assist it. If I'm correct and he hasn't changed anything there should be a main core connected to all of them which is what he would need to control them. But from what you've told me he does indeed have it."

As the door swings shut behind Wyda, one might catch a glimpse of a certain turquoise-garbed, red-headed solider looming behind the door--evidently eavesdropping on the conversation from the shadows.

"If you mean the small core we found connected to the main allagan core, then yes, it had one. Though buried underneath circuits of both nerves and real wires. Not to mention that whatever data it had was encrypted to keep from prying eyes." Haila nodded.

Aislinn hummed in thought. "So. There should be logs in the core. A readout of the number of times our little spider was pinged by the main core. Maybe some sort of identifier we could use if we take ours out somewhere far from here and fire it up. See if we could get a read on where the main core was pinging from?" she said, sketching out the details in her head as she thought aloud.

"We would need to be somewhere safe and well hidden cause the moment we ping the main core our location is also given away and not long after will his swarm come searching." Dellont replied

Aislinn nodded slowly, the idea still forming. "Aye, hence the taking it far from here. We don't want this place overrun with those things."

"Safe, well-hidden and unpopulated." Edda added.

"All of this still means we need to get access to the core, of course." Aislinn sighed.

Haila's ears perked up at the mention of safe and hidden. "It sounds like my lab would be the better option to do so then... Though I'd have to cut off the main door for a time if we do that there."

"Giving them the location of /your/ lab doesn't sound like a good idea either. Surely it would be better to carry out the process somewhere remote and unimportant." Edda countered.

Aislinn North nodded in agreement with Edda

"...Underwater, perhaps?" the witch proposed.

"I'd be telling them I'm buried under the sea somewhere near Othard."

"Given that our mark is also a technologist, would he not be able to infer that there's a workspace present?"

Rising Lotus raised her hand a tad "Aye, way out of my league here, but what path will they take to get to wherever you are going to do whatever it is you do? Wouldn't be good if they're swarming through towns takin' the most direct path or somethin'."

"Perhaps... But only one attuned to the inner aetheryte would be able to access it if I cut off the gate I have in here." Haila replied.

Dellont tilted his head in Haila's direction. "If she's able to send our signal in a different direction then we might be alright, they're not meant for water so if the signal shows us in the sea somewhere near Othard they won't come. Even if we took a boat to the deepest part of the sea we would be safe."

"So the signal range truly has no limits... Figures since 'tis allagan. Though whether my lab was located or not, it wouldn't have made a difference given what's needed to access it through normal means." Haila said.

Aislinn tapped a idle finger on the table in thought. "Once we have that information though, I imagine we'd need to move in fast on the location. I'm guessing your brother will up and move quick once he puts two and two together."

Haila paused. "That too.."

"Correct." Dellont nodded.

"Station multiple teams in different city-states. Dispatch the closest." Edda offered. "This also has the advantage of being better-equipped to pursue him if he moves."

"Aye, with somewhere around Coerthas being my bet." Aislinn nodded.

"I planted several modified aetherometers ever since picking up that distant signal during our encounter, but I haven't had a chance to check on them. Or at least I know I shouldn't try alone." Haila stated. "But if he didn't move locations, it should still be in Coerthas if not near it."

"Could see if the city states would be willing to have teams ready to find em if he happens to not be in Coerthas, just so we don't split ourselves that much." Altani proposed.

"Securing the aid of the temple knights should be rather simple." Edda replied. "...The same cannot be said for the Flames."

"Well I'd assume the Temple knights would probably help out near coerthas compared to the Flames. Jus' a distance thing." Rising Lotus stated.

"Yes. Obviously. I mean to suggest that we would need some form of support in Thanalan."

"I mean...could just pay them, Gil usually works better then most things with the flames."

"You can bribe the Brass Blades. These are soldiers."

Dellont Gleauvahins nodded in agreement with everyone. "We'll have to think of any possibility that could happen to be prepared for what is to come. But I would like to grab some equipement so that I'm able to assist in these matters."

Vanriri Vanri hops down from her chair, having been silent for most of the discussion to allow the others more knowledgeable than she to speak on matters at hand. "I will escort you, then, ser."

Aislinn sat back into her chair as though pushed. "Seems like we have our work cut out for us. Get into the core and get the logs, check the aetherometers, coordinate with the city-states, drag the bloody spider out to Haila's lab and then hope we can find this man and track him down before he runs." she ticked off each finger and then gave a wry smile. "That's not too much, right?"

"That being said, how should we contact you again? Coming here might be a bit of an issue if you mean to be as discreet as possible in holding out the card of your death still being a fact." Haila asked.

Aislinn nodded and looked over at Dellont for his answer.

Dellont Gleauvahins looked down at the lalafell now at his side. "Much appreciate it, I honestly don't know the Shroud well enough to navigate it." He wasn't about to admit he got lost for a bell or two and that's why he showed up late. "Yes! That....would be helpful." The elezen patted around his coat until he found what he was looking for, two linkpearls in hand and he took one to toss to Haila. "Communication might have to be limited just to be on the safe side, I'm still unsure what he's capable of."

"Fair enough" Haila said, catching the linkpearl with a single hand. "I hope if you find something that needs to be communicated immediately, you tell us. We'll do the same on our end mister Gleauvahins."

Dellont Gleauvahins: "Of course, I'll be sure to do so." He offered another bow to the group before focusing on the lalafell again. "Shall we get going...Miss?" He never caught anyone's names.

Aislinn North made a noise of agreement. "Makes sense." she rose smoothly from her seat. "In the meantime, thank you for coming and offering your help in all of this. It should speed things along considerably. Stay well, Dellont."

"I hope you all stay safe." Dellont said by way of farewell.

"May we meet again." Haila replied.

"...Traders protect." Edda said.

Aislinn let go a soft breath as their guest left. "Right, then. Still some bells left in the day. I should get started on a brief for Nyscera. She'll want to know all of this." she gave a nod of farewell to the rest of them before heading for her study.

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #heartwood ventures #Heartwood plots #Primary Access Required #haila wetyios #Vanriri Vanri #Aiswyda Nuthalwyn #Rising Lotus #Edda Vincents #Aislinn North #Dellont Gleauvahins #Altani Misair

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years ago

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Tadaxel fic for Tadashi’s birthday! 👔🤝😳

And I OOP- I did it. Sorry. No actually I’m not, it was a nice change of pace to write this. I think I might do more CharacterXCharacter fics from now on! I was getting a ’lil bit tired of always doing Main10XScholar fics. Don’t get me wrong though, I love Scholar! I just needed to change it up a bit. (And like promised Olivier is in it too whoops.) This fic is almost 3k words long! ...God, what am I doing with my life? Anyways, have a nice read! 💗💖

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Autumn was starting. The days were getting slightly shorter as time went on and the weather colder and colder. Knowing his friends, Tadashi had warned them about one thing.

”Don’t plan a birthday party for me. I don’t have enough time to celebrate it this year.”

Homework and ”student-body-president-duties” were kicking in so the *one* area from which Tadashi decided to take time away from was his birthday. Everyone found that line of reasoning ridiculous. He always had time for others and for work but never for himself. It was almost as if he loved suffering. The worst part of it was that his birthday conveniently fell on a Saturday this year. It was the perfect moment to celebrate it, Ellie especially was jealous of how lucky Tadashi got and yet he still decided to ”CaNcEL” his birthday. Ellie didn’t have that luxury, her birthday was always during the exam period of the year: in June.

Alistair tried his best to dissuade him and get him away from his desk, the place where he spent most of his day. His BIRTHday. Tadashi didn’t budge. Only when the sunset was setting did he finally decide to step back. Time went so quickly and all he did was working on assignments. He had one last thing left for the day: go shopping. Something that he had ever rarely done thus far. It was about time to learn how to, until now Tadashi was always sent ”shopping” with a butler to ”help him” choose. In reality, all Tadashi did was try on the clothes they ordered him to wear. In the end, all he had for his casual wear was white shirts, ties, dark colored pants and mostly brown shoes. Even if he won’t celebrate his birthday with his friends, he still wants to go out and buy something for himself. More precisely: a set of clothes that wasn’t dictated by his father.

Since a while back, Tadashi always felt like there was a disparity between his taste and those of his classmates. His casual clothes didn’t even look all that ”casual.” When he would go out with his friends, he looked like a coworker taking a break with his colleagues. But last week, reality had slapped Tadashi in the face: he can dress how he wants to. Or more accurately, Olivier had slapped him in the face with this revelation. He was having a conversation with him about the fashion department for some reason, then, Olivier took off his cat mask and looked at Tadashi straight in the eyes. He said:

”Tadashi. You’re free now. You can dress however you want to so please do it. I’m begging you.”

Tadashi was confused. This was coming from a guy who wore a black suit all the time instead of the school uniform. Actually, Tadashi was pretty sure that this was the very first time he saw Olivier’s face. He looked ugly but in a really cute way, he was like slightly above average with a sprinkle of misplaced handsomeness here and there. It was as if God didn’t really know what to do with him and used the ”random traits” button. Anyway, Tadashi wondered how he was a senior and yet Olivier, who was supposed to be one year above him, was still coming to school. So instead of answering what he was asked, Tadashi used his remaining braincells to try and get a response to his urgent question.

”How come you’re still here? Did you get held back a year or...?”

Olivier covered his face with the mask again and closed Tadashi’s mouth with the palm of his hand.

”Sssshhhh. Listen. I’ll only tell you this because I blindly believe that you won’t ditch on me but... I’m actually not a student here. I’ve never been. In reality, I’m a programmer in my twenties. My hobby is to pretend to be a teenager in Arlington, Lady A owes a big debt to my family so she can’t do anything about my presence here. All you have to do is to not tell anyone, okay? If the students find out, I’ll be kicked out for sure. But as far as they know I’m just a weird student who’s been held back in my senior year for 2 years in a row. There will come a day when I won’t be able to fool them anymore but for now, please just play along.”

”Okay.”

After that day, Tadashi pondered a lot about what Olivier had told him...

...

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.........

”You can dress however you want.”

Yes. That was the one truly important thing he had taken away from this conversation. Thank you Olivier for your wisdom. Tadashi had made up his mind: the day of his birthday he’ll go shopping alone. And that’s what he did.

The curfew was in about 2 hours, in normal circumstances, the custodians didn’t have the right to let the students go out so late... however, if Tadashi had learned *one* thing from his family, it was the use of Privileges™. So using his ”I’m the student body president” card, he managed to step out from the school grounds and promised to come back as soon as he could.

He decided to go check out the most basic stores first just for curiosity’s sake, such as: H&N, Sike, Levy’s, Kalvin Clein, Badidas, etc. Until last year, all he would get was tailored suits and other ”professional” bullshit a teenager shouldn’t have to wear. Now he was finally free to go wherever he wanted, and it’s in the middle of those shops that he came across the one person in front of which he didn’t want to look stupid. A black hoodie on and his hair in a ponytail, he was looking straight at Tadashi.

”...What are you doing here?”

Tadashi instinctively switched to his "fake offended" look.

”Um. Shopping? Like you are?”

Axel glanced at the salmon pink shorts Tadashi was holding, not at all convinced by his try-hard witty remark.

”Oh? So uh, were you aware that it’s fall already or are you buying your summer clothes in advance? ’Cause those pink shorts ain’t gonna cut it to keep you warm buddy.”

Tadashi looked down at this random piece of clothing he was holding and hurriedly put it back while averting Axel’s gaze. He had already made a fool of himself from the very start of their encounter. Seeing that he was clearly embarrassed from the mocking comment, Axel dropped the act.

”No but seriously, why are you shopping alone at this hour? It’s your birthday, go have fun with your friends.”

Thinking about it now, from an outsider’s perspective his actions must look pretty dumb. Begging your friends to not celebrate your birthday, working all day then going shopping alone in the evening for some reason? Every single one of his decisions made sense in his mind but not in the eyes of others. In the end, he had worked himself to exhaustion all day, then he went shopping alone at the brink of the night. Understandably, his actions didn’t seem to make any sense.

”I... I wanted to buy some clothes by myself without the help of anyone else.”

Axel’s confused face turned to bewilderment the moment Tadashi uttered those words.

”*What?* Dude, you sound like you’re twelve. Come on, it’s not like it’s your first time choosing your clothes for your... self... Oh boy. Don’t tell me...”

At Axel’s realization, Tadashi looked down in shame hoping that this moment would come to pass as quickly as possible. That’s right, just make fun of me and get over with it. But instead of mockery or a mean joke, Tadashi felt a strong grip on his shoulders.

”Tadashit, listen. Even *I* can’t make fun of this. We have to fix this problem as soon as possible and we’ll definitely celebrate your birthday tomorrow, okay?”

Tadashi’s mind immediately rushed to all of the tasks he had to fulfill tomorrow.

”But-"

”Shush. No buts. I’m gonna help you buy two or three outfits, we’ll start from there. But eventually, you’ll have to replace all of your horrible wardrobe, okay?”

When Axel finally let go of his shoulders, he then grabbed Tadashi’s wrist and started dragging him out of the shop they were in. Tadashi was mildly fighting back, one part of him not wanting to get help from Axel of all people, another part of him curious of what kind of advice Axel could give him.

”H-hey! Where are you taking me?”

”To Never 21, hopefully they’ll have something that suits you Tadashit. Even if you’re planning on changing up your wardrobe, we’ll start with some really basic clothes though. For example, I feel like something simple and dignified would fit you, you get me?”

”Uh... what?”

Simple and dignified? What does that even mean?

Upon entering the shop, Axel finally let go of his wrist and started looking around in search of something ”simple and dignified.” Tadashi hesitantly followed him, not knowing what to do. He felt like a kid again, the kid who would stand next to the butlers and wait for their decision. That is until Axel picked up a light blue shirt and showed it to him.

”So what do you think of that one? It has a cute little logo on the chest pocket or... whatever those are called.”

”...You’re asking for my opinion?”

Tadashi’s face subtly lightened up as he remembered that this situation was not at all the same as before. He was shopping with a friend, not a butler who gets commands from his father.

”Duh. You’re the one who’s gonna wear this, not me. Frankly, I think that it’s still too tame but you don’t want to stray too far away from what you usually wear, right?”

”Hm. Actually. Can you dress me up in different styles? I want to see what fits me and what doesn’t. You seem much more well-versed in fashion than me, I think that I’ll really need your help.... Please?”

Thrown off by Tadashi’s honesty, Axel couldn’t even take a jab at him. In fact, being able to communicate with him without bickering was quite refreshing. Actually, it was about time for them to stop quarreling for every single thing.

"...Alright. Let’s do that. But just so you know, we’ll probably be late for the curfew. Oh. And you owe me.”

Like promised, Axel dressed Tadashi up in a lot of different outfits. Surprisingly, a lot of things fit him. Even the most unlikely styles, like the ”hippie style” weirdly enough. Or rather, ”bohemian” as Neha calls it.

”Huh. I was planning on making fun of you but you know what? You look good.”

Tadashi felt confused because of the unexpected, but genuine compliment he got. So all he could do was smile awkwardly while looking down at the floor again.

”You think? But I’m not a big fan of this... ”style” to be honest. I’d rather take the one I tried a bit earlier, the one with the pink-ish shirt.”

”Fair enough. Let’s buy that one then.”

Axel couldn’t help but notice that Tadashi may or may not secretly really like the color pink. Maybe it was a subconscious choice, but he would always pay attention to pink, yellow, and green colored clothes. Maybe because he never got a chance to wear bright colors before? He would always be in black and deep blues so he most likely yearned for more lively colors. Thinking about it now, it was obvious that his clothes were always dictated by his father’s tastes. Despite the fact that they used to fight a lot, especially last year, Axel felt a big amount of empathy towards Tadashi and quite a bit of respect for being able to stand up to his father after all of those years of getting manipulated.

At the counter, Axel impulsively decided to take out his credit card.

”I’ll pay for that.”

Tadashi looked up from his own wallet, surprised.

”Wait, really??”

”Mh-hm. It’s your birthday today and I didn’t really prepare anything so...”

The cashier folded the clothes, pu them in a bag and handed them to Axel. Axel in turn, handed the bag to Tadashi.

"There you go... Happy birthday, Tadashi.”

Even if he would never admit it, the sincerity in in Axel’s voice made Tadashi feel soft for half a second. His voice didn’t sound annoying when he wasn’t joking around and making stupid comments. Actually, this may have been the first time Tadashi realized that Axel had a pretty voice.

”Uhhh... Th-Thank uh. Thank you.”

What’s going on? Axel’s voice is pretty? No no no. It sounds annoying and condescending, not pretty. Absolutely not!

While Tadashi was having a crisis and fighting back against himself, Axel was already plannig on moving to the next shop. Like earlier, he tried to grab Tadashi’s wrist and drag him to their next destination. However, his aim was bit off as he did not look down before seizing his target. Tadashi was thrown off once again.

”Uh. Axel...? That’s my hand.”

Axel’s gaze finally went down to where he was grabbing. Seeing that it wasn't Tadashi’s sleeve but his hand, he immediately let go.

”Ah. Damn, sorry dude uhh... I didn’t mean to hold your um...”

The poor boys looked down in shame at their mistake, or rather ”aCcidEnTaL hAnD hoLdiNg.” Axel started feeling the same kind of emotional distress Tadashi was fighting against earlier. What’s happening? Why is it so awkward? If something like this happened at school, they would already be in the middle of cursing at eachother.

”Um. Anyway! Just follow me, okay? I shouldn’t even need to drag you in the first place. Let’s go.”

They tried to ignore that incident as best as they could and moved on to the next shop. In the end, they bought more than 3 outfits. Even Axel picked up some things for himself with Tadashi’s help. Everything was going well until they looked at their phones, remembering the thing they had forgotten.

”Ugh. Shit. Dashi, it’s already 5 minutes past our curfew. But you’ll cover for me, right?”

”Dude, of cour- Wait. Did you just call me Dashi?”

Axel’s mind had clocked out entirely. He looked at his right, desperately trying to look unconcerned.

”Uh. No?”

”... Yes.”

”...”

Axel couldn’t ignore Tadashi’s pressuring gaze. His grey eyes were really convincing when needed.

”Okay fine. But it was only because Raquel often calls you that.”

Satisfied of his win, Tadashi started walking on ahead towards the nearest restaurant with a little smirk on his face.

”Uh-huh. Sure, Axel.”

”Hey! Don’t give me that all-knowing look! Or else I’ll go back to calling you Tadashit.”

”Oh please, you’ll do that tomorrow whether I want it or not.”

Tadashi passed the door and sat down next to a window, followed closely by Axel.

”Dude, didn’t you hear what I just said? It’s past our curfew, we’re already late and instead of hurrying back you sit down in a restaurant?”

Waiting for an answer, Axel stood there dumbfounded as Tadashi gently shot a smile at him and placed his wallet on the table, already waiting for the the waiter.

”Sit down, I’m treating you for your help today... Thank you, Axel. Really.”

Axel’s annoyance was short lived. He really couldn’t do anything in front of this guy’s demanding look. Is that how he always gets everyone’s favors? By looking people in the eye and smiling? As much as he hated it, Axel was starting to understand how Tadashi was so convincing: it was his stupid, dumb, frustrating... pretty grey eyes. Screw him and his ”I know what I want and I’ll get it” look. Screw the curfew, the custodians, all the people who always got fooled by this gaze. But most of all, screw himself for getting tricked too. Goddammit.

Axel sat down with a slight blush on his face that he was trying to hide under his hand as he placed his mouth on his palm.

”You’re welcome. But fuck you.”

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Annnnnd done! I think this one was pretty fun! Not only to write but to read too. Please tell me what you think! I miss the funny comments you guys always left tbh 😂 My favorite part was the aCcidEnTaL hAnD hoLdiNg. Thank you for reading 💗💖

#sweet elite #se #tadashi nakano #axel #fanfics #fanfiction #birthday #tadaxel #yes I’m late again #but at least it’s only a couple of days this time!

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that-one-girl-behind-you · 5 years ago

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POV for Illicio Prompt: jongerrymartin "That's an unusual application for that/I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to use that.

Ok, under a read more because this got WILD with the two prompts haha

POV for Illicio:

"It's alright. I know- you just came back from the Buried, Jon. It's alright to ask for things," Gerry says. Jon’s face is conflicted, and for all that Gerry’s still pretty pissed off at him, the bite of hurt has been pretty much overshadowed by the sheer relief of having Jon back and safe. “I could use a nap too. Mind if I turn off the lights?”

“...I would rather you didn’t.” Jon mumbles, his face paling the slightest bit.

“Fair.” Gerry says, beating himself up silently. Stupid. He looks sideways at Jon, and finds the remnants of his anger evaporating at the curve of his tired shoulders. For some reason it’s the slight smudge of mud at the end of his glasses, what makes his chest ache with the need to hold him, and Gerry drapes an arm over his back to bring him into another hug. “I still can’t believe you’re back.”

Jon’s hair smells like dust, and his frame seems thinner in his arms than it was three days ago -he can only imagine what that means for Daisy’s health, not that he cares about that right now-, and Gerry can’t help but to squeeze him a bit tighter against his chest. The feelings he’s been having these past three days have congealed into something so dense Gerry can’t even begin to poke at it, because there are no answers there.

Is he in love with Jon now? How long has he been in love for? Is this just another of the endless ways he’s found to hurt himself, loving a man that will never stop running into danger, because he can’t see himself under a softer light?

Gerry’s suddenly assaulted by a feeling of overwhelming empathy for Martin, and his conviction to keep him safe and human grows a bit stronger. Holding Jon like this, afraid that at any moment he might disappear again, he understands a bit more now, why Martin would lay himself bare for the Lonely to consume, if it means protecting Jon.

He doesn’t notice just when he falls asleep, but he’s still holding Jon when he wakes up, and someone has thrown a blanket over them.

"That's an unusual application for that/I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to use that.” This is Two Sugars-verse because the total amount of braincells in that universe is 1 and Martin is always desperately trying to get his boyfriends to use it: (Feat. this because I’m still not over it)

“Ger, love... I don’t think that’s a recommended use for that.” Martin tries one last time, because he loves this man, and that means he should try to save him from himself.

“Well, I didn’t think I was dating a giant bore of a man, but I guess we all learn new stuff everyday,” Gerry says as he clips a fifth plastic bag open.

“I-”

“Let him do it,” Jon quips up from where he’s sitting atop the sink. “This is how he learned you can’t use the toaster to make grilled cheese, too.”

“I am guessing you didn’t stop him back then, either.” Martin arches an eyebrow.

Jon shrugs. “It seemed like a very efficient way to make grilled cheese.”

Martin sighs, and heads for the broom closet to find a mop and a bucket.

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“We really appreciate it, thank you.” Martin hugs Ester first, then Gertrude, as he walks into the women’s house.

“Anytime, it’s not a bother at all,” Ester says, just as Gertrude arches an eyebrow.

“What happened to your flat?” she asks, taking a long, deep breath when Gerry remains stubbornly silent.

“Your grandson filled our bathtub with Orbeez, and Martin had to pay for industrial cleaning,” Jon says, trying to get a very disgruntled Majesty out of her kennel.

“I see,” Gertrude says. And then, because she basically raised this one too,” and what’s your excuse?”

Jon’s cheeks darken, and Gerry slaps a hand over his mouth when he goes to respond. “He’s trying to pass it off as ‘scientific curiosity’, but that’s mostly so he won’t have to tell Martin he was the one who thought pulling the plug would be a good idea.”

Gertrude pinches the bridge of her nose, before turning to Martin. “Dear, I’m begging you to reconsider. You’re a very bright young man, find someone better.”

“Gertrude, those are our grandkids!” prim and proper Ester exclaims over Martin’s laughter.

#yizukikhons #replies #vit writes #jongerrymartin #illicio #two sugars verse

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slasherscream · 5 years ago

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poly Billy and Stu and their s/o as parents? like the type of father's they'd be and all

A/N: glad you all know that i'm only here to put these dumb-ass boys in all sorts of domestic scenarios and nothing else.

billy loomis x reader x stu macher ft. starting a family with these idiots

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Let's get one thing straight here. Billy has been dodging the idea of starting a family since you started having it. He could smell the urge to have a kid on you and was like (big gag). There are so many reasons for him being like this he can hardly name them all. This doesn't stop him from trying you know, cause he's a huge asshole.

Him? Somebody's Dad? Okay babe, sure. He lists a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with the root of the problem which is actually his own insecurities. Yes it's true he's never really liked kids much. Yes it's true he's probably not the best role model even after all these years of growing up. You get the picture already Billy, fucking hell.

Stu is neutral on the subject for a long time until his own "biological clock" starts ticking. Then you both find yourself sharing longing looks at families you cross on the street. You'll be having lunch out somewhere and coo at a baby that's all the way across the restaurant. Stu happily joining in. Once Stu is on your side Billy starts getting really defensive .... (aka more insecure).

Honestly you're not the one to talk him out of his own head for this one. That's all Stu. Because as ridiculous and goofy as Stu can be he understands intimately and deeply how Billy works no matter how much of an enigma Billy fucking thinks he is. Billy storms out because he doesn't want to deal with his feelings (first time he's done it in years) and Stu goes to chase him down and tells you not to worry, he's got this.

You're very upset but when they come back the first thing Billy does is kiss you gently, Stu standing in the doorway and simply watching. There's several visible hickies on Stu's neck so you know he and Billy already made up while they were gone. Now it's your turn to receive Billy's apologetic affection. You and Stu share a knowing exasperated look over Billy's shoulder. You both love him though.

Billy was just insecure about being a shitty parent or your relationship falling apart and somehow effecting a kid. Honestly it all goes back to his own undealt with familial problems and once Stu gave him an honest talk about how you're all not #His Parents?? He's good. He's using his braincell again and he's fine.

Now onto the actuality of having the kid! You're in for quite the ride co-parenting with these two bastard idiots.

Stu is the dad you can get away with doing just about anything with. He’s the parent that if you go to them they’ll just say yes. Sometimes he’ll use his one borrowed braincell and hit the kid with “did you ask dad?” or “did you ask s/o?”. The kid pouts because like .... obviously fucking not since I came to ask the parent who'd just give in. Weak-willed! Weak-willed! Weak-willed!

This is Billy every time he has to talk to his kid about any bad behavior.

You'll have to be the PTA parent right off the bat because the boys are just ...not gonna. Unless there's a real problem they're gonna default assume everything is fine and not look deeper or get too involved because like... This has nothing to do with my fucking kid in particular? You want me to go to a parent meeting....about....repairs in the library? Fuck you.

The one exception to this is during the "first starting school age" and it's Billy who is the exception. Stu loves the kid but he's very chill and not a helicopter parent. He's honestly the one who has to calm you two down a lot because he knows everything will be fine.

Billy? Kid first starts school and he's this parent (don't watch past 15:00). He thought he'd be fine but he's anxious as shit. The last one to leave the drop-off even if his kid is fine. But oh god .... oh god if they're freaking out? Oh boy he's gonna start freaking out. Hiding it like a pro but you know your man and can see the panic in his eyes. One well placed "daddy I wanna go home!" and he'll break and haul them right from the classroom. You and Stu have to intervene.

Billy wants to hang out in the cafe that just so happens to be a five minute walk from the school all day. You put your foot down and tell him they're gonna be fine. You have to cuddle him on the couch all day to keep him still. When it's time to go pick the kid up he's out the door ... so fucking fast. He almost leaves y'all highkey. Billy and the kid run to each other full speed and he picks them up and doesn't put them down...like....all day. No you two cannot get a turn.

Sometimes Billy gets very emotional about the life they’re giving their kid. Not out of insecurity or anything like he thought would happen when he first thought of starting a family with you and Stu. He actually realizes that you’re all doing a fantastic job of being parents and that your house is full of love to the max. It makes him soft(TM).

Wanted to keep this totally gender neutral but it’s gotta be said ….. this goes double for if the s/o is a woman. Seeing them with their child stirs something in Billy deeply vulnerable. He’s literally buried his head in the crook of your neck before and thanked you quietly for being such an incredible mother. He was so sincere about it you started crying and honestly? ….Maybe he allegedly got misty eyed. Okay back to gender neutrality now!

Y’all wouldn’t have more than two kids honestly. I can’t imagine Billy and Stu wanting more than that. And they’d want to have them really close together/close in age so they grow up close/as friends. They're the single kids who kinda wished they'd had a sibling growing up. Billy because he thinks that would have been less lonely and Stu because he thinks it would have been fun. You (if you have siblings) know.... better. But if you wanted multiple kids yourself you keep your mouth shut and just wait for them to watch and learn.

Stu is the favorite parent honest-fucking-tea. He just is! He’s playful. He’s fun. He’s loving. He lets his kid climb all over him and play wrestle. They're constantly playing airplane or on this man's shoulders. He can match them energy wise any day of the week. He doesn’t stop being the favorite when they get older either. When the kid is like grown/20′s basically whatever their "I am no longer being raised to be a person" stage of life? They’d probably dead ass hang out with him as a "friend".

"Nah I can’t come to the party I got plans with my dad this weekend…. fuck you he’s way more fun than you guys-”

Billy is the strictest parent but he’s very loving and devoted. He’s the parent your kid runs to whenever they feel they need protection. It warms Billy’s heart to be that to them. Their first line of defense against the whole world. It’s been like this since they were little. If they had a nightmare they’d run into the bedroom and bypass the two of you completely and head straight for Billy. He's also a little smug about it. Especially to Stu and especially if they have a daughter. I'm the alpha Dad?? Tremble before me.

They don’t have a preference for adopting or having bio kids. You’re probably the deal-breaker on that, your choice goes.

Adoption? They both thought they wanted a boy. Super adamant about it. Gonna play football... grill shit together. ...grill a football together. You? Neutral. But all along you knew damn well you were gonna wind up having a fucking daughter. Lo and behold!

They see a little girl playing by herself in the corner. She can’t be much older than six. She set herself up a whole little mini city and then they watched as she took a dinosaur toy .... and destroyed it thoroughly. She made quiet screaming people noises and everything. Or just ..... this. They instantly looked at each other like 👀👀👀 are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Billy, clutching his chest: oh shit what’s going on You: your heart is growing three sizes you fucking grinch- Billy: don’t fucking curse she could hear you and she’s ours now-

Once they've got the perfect weirdo little girl under their belt then they'll think about having a boy. But they'd want to make sure she's totally settled into life with the three of you before they bring another kid into the mix. And ... lmao if she expresses disinterest in having another kid around. She is ... #Princess and gets whatever she wants. Whatever! She! WANTS!

You have to convince her you three will never love her less even with another kid around and besides .... she's gonna be getting a stinky brother this time so she'll still get to be daddy's (plural) little girl. She agrees and now the boys are back on board. Fucking absolute pussies.

Funniest fucking thing if you guys go as a family once again to try and get a boy and instead your daughter bonds with a ..... get ready for it! Different little girl! Billy and Stu are fucking SCREAMING. Look at her this one is perfect too. God dammit ... god dammit we have another daughter now.

Two daughters? Two? They'd rule the fucking house. Billy can see manipulation coming from a mile away and yet he let's it happen because they're both so cute running the show. Plus it's like when lions fake being hurt when their cubs attack them to encourage them to be better hunters. He wants his daughters sharp! He wants his daughters clever! He wants them to be able to do whatever the fuck they wanna do!

Stu is less good at seeing the manipulation and it's so fucking funny .... he doesn't even wanna see it! He's legally blind! His babies want something? He will throw any amount of money at them and whatever they want. Is the Dad that they'd beg him to start like... a new hobby or sport and he'd get them everything they need to do it (top of the line expensive shit) and then! If they wanna quit a week later? Not even mad! What do we wanna do this week, sweethearts?

You have to stop them from being spoiled, little monsters because your husbands sure fucking won't.

You have walked in on them doing tea parties and you did take pictures. Stu was posing for them while Billy just looked straight at the camera with murder in his eyes and you knew in your heart you were gonna be getting payback for this later in the bedroom (worth it).

Billy is the type of Dad that if he tells someone he's gonna be busy watching his kids and they go "oh? babysitting duty, huh?" he launches into a ten minute rant about "how am i fucking babysitting? it's my fucking kids? these are my kids? you can't baby-sit your own fucking kids. that's called parenting. you know what, Nicholas? that's why your kids are so fucked up-"

Billy starts beef with other parents if I didn't make that clear.

Stu is the parent that gets too into whatever his kids are doing. School plays? Soccer games? Science fair? Jesus christ... he has quite literally almost gotten you all banned from every activity your kid has been in. He's gotten penalties before. Decided to skip the middle man once and coach your girl's teams to make it easier. Chaos ensued that summer.

Honestly? Best Dad(s) Award. 10/10. Should totally do it again.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher imagine #billy loomis imagine #slasher x reader #billy would take the longest to want kids and stu is billy's follower adjkl #however there'd get to be a point where stu starts seeing families out in public and kids playing around with their dads and shit that he #just cannot parse anymore...billy i wanna be a fucking Dad now we're like 40 years old i need you to get over your mommy and family issues-#stu and the reader would have to gang up on him to get the kid they want but once billy hAS the kid??#billy: if anything ever happened to my child i would kill everyone in this room and then myself #like adjkl i'm serious in that i feel he'd even be wary during...the pregnancy or adoption progress #like he's going along with it because he doesn't think it's fair to deprive both his partners of something they really want but #he ...is wary and just decided that 'hey i can at least give some kid a good home' and figuring you and stu will give the kid .....actual #love...and shit .....like god i wish i could put into words what he's thinking but #it goes out the window once he actually gets the kid so it doesnt matter adjk;#if you adopt you're gonna walk outta that place with the WEIRDEST kid ...she's either lilo or anne of the green fucking gables #they will not SETTLE for normal domestic home life they want ODD-BALLS we're the fucking ADDAMS family in this bitch

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mythologyfolklore · 4 years ago

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Ares and Athena through the years - Ch. 11

Chapter Eleven: The Trojan War, pt. 03

(A/N: The end of the Iliad with some comic relief and lots of heartbreak at the end, because that's how the Iliad works. This isn't the last chapter about the Trojan War, but the next one will be. This is just the last part of the Iliad.)

Book Nineteen:

The next morning saw Thetis giving her son a freshly forged armour of such splendour, that Akhilleus was the only one who could even look at it directly.

As he marched the camp up and down, the other leaders came to the assembly, even though Agamemnon, Diomedes and Odysseus were severely injured and could hardly walk.

Akhilleus announced the end of his strike, much to the delight of the Achaean army.

He and Agamemnon finally talked things out and buried their old grudges.

“Right!”, Akhilleus exclaimed, “Enough talking! Let's go into battle already!”

“Not so fast!”, Odysseus (the resident braincell-owner) objected. “Our troops are exhausted and many of us are wounded. We need all the energy we can get. So there is one more thing we have to do first!”

“And what would that be?”, Akhilleus snarled impatiently.

“Have breakfast”, Odysseus deadpanned.

“OH COME ON!!!”

“No.”

Book Twenty:

On Olympos Zeus had made his ex-wife Thémis gather all the gods (literally all of them – even the Naiades and Dryades¹). Tiredly they dragged themselves out of bed and into the assembly hall.

Poseidon was the first to speak.

“Sooooo”, he drawled, “What are you plotting now, Astrapaios²?”

Zeus was lounging on his throne like a boss.

“Oh, you know what I want, Ennosigaios³! I won't wish for Akhilleus to conquer the city just yet, but he will, if we're not careful. And this is why I hereby decree, that the prohibition is lifted! You may interfere with the battle as much as you please!”

Suddenly everyone was wide awake and those who had taken a side in the war went to ready themselves for a battle royal – uh, I mean battle divine.

Of the Olympians, Dionysos (one of the few gods who had refused to get involved at all) was the last to leave the room. He used the opportunity to question his father.

“Dad, if you don't mind …”

“Ask away!”

“Why exactly did you change your mind again?”

Zeus chuckled at his son's perceptiveness.

“For the reason I stated earlier of course. Well, that and because I want to amuse myself by sitting here in my neutrality and watching this divine spectacle.”

“… Can I sit with you?”

“Sure, my son! Bring wine, this is going to be good!”

The gods joined the war and wasted no time in making things more interesting … for them!

Eris was having a blast with this spectacle.

Zeus was setting the mood above with thunder and rain.

Poseidon struck the ground with his trident and the queen of earthquakes happened.

“WHAT THE FUCK???”, he heard Hades' voice shriek from below, “POSEIDON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??? IF THE GROUND BREAKS OPEN AND FALLS DOWN IT WILL REVEAL THE UNDERWORLD AND BURY EVERYTHING BENEATH!!!”

Poseidon laughed sheepishly and yelled back down: “SORRY, BRO!”

Maybe I overdid it with that earthquake …

Some distance away, Apollon had convinced Aineías, that fighting Akhilleus would be a brilliant idea.

Poseidon didn't notice until Hera pat his shoulder and said to him and Athena: “Uh, we have a little problem back there” - and pointed to where Aineías and Akhilleus were about to duke it out.

“Don't worry, sister”, he replied, “We're stronger than them. If any of Troy's gods comes close to Akhilleus, that's nothing we can't take care of.”

Still, the gods of the Achaeans didn't want to engage in a bloodbath, before agreeing on a strategy.

On the battlefield, Aineías and Akhilleus ran into each other and started with a verbal duel, before lunging at each other. Poseidon quickly assessed, that the son of Thetis was outclassing the son of Aphrodite.

“Alright, here I come!”, he sighed, “Apollon won't save him, but the youngster is fated to live.”

Then he threw himself into the maddening throng and momentarily blinded Akhilleus, before he could decapitate the disarmed Trojan. Grabbing the mortal by the arms, Poseidon took to flight and carried him away to safety.

“Okay!”, he snapped at him, once they were back on the ground, “First off: Are you fucking insane?! Trying to take on Akhilleus, who is favoured by the gods and far stronger than you? He will send you to Hades, before your time is up! Secondly: as long as he is alive, you stay away from battle, you dumbass son of an even more dumbass goddess!”

With that, the Lord of the Sea left Aineías behind to wonder what the heck had just happened.

Akhilleus on the other hand just shrugged it off and went back to slaughtering Trojans en masse.

Apollon had warned Hektor not to go against the deranged demigod, but when the Trojan prince saw one of his brothers get killed by that very man, he forgot the warning and attacked him.

Akhilleus immediately recognised the slayer of his dear soulmate and charged with a battle cry.

But Apollon, always having the best timing, stepped in and saved the Trojan.

Again.

This is getting old.

Book Twenty-One:

The Trojans were fleeing in panic from the deranged and bloodthirsty demigod.

But Hera conjured a thick fog, making it impossible for them to see.

Those who didn't get lost in the fog where cornered and driven into the holy waters of the river Xanthos (or Skamandros, as the mortals called him). They jumped or fell into the quick waters, struggling and screaming for help. Akhilleus in his blood rush jumped after them and slaughtered the Trojans, who were already drowning, dyeing the waters red with blood.

That pissed off the river god, because no one liked having their waters defiled with gore and corpses. Politely requesting Akhilleus to stop dumping corpses into his river didn't help, so Xanthos lost his temper and promptly left his riverbed to make the demigod stop.

Only when this colossal mass of water rose before him, was Akhilleus seized by fear and he made a run for it across the field. But the river always caught up to him, because he was still just a demigod and Xanthos a full god and gods just were stronger than mortals (unless you were Herakles).

Athena and Poseidon came to his rescue, before he could die a most unheroic death by drowning. They warned him to go back to the battlefield, kill Hektor and return to the Achaean camp, then they left to mind their own business.

But the river wasn't done yet; it joined forces with another river, both hell-bent on drowning Akhilleus.

This was seen by Hera, who turned to Hephaistos. “My son, I thought you would take care of the river god? What are you waiting for? Show him your destructive flames. I will release the winds to fuel them. Do not stop, until I ask you to.”

Hephaistos, powerful fire god that he was, raised his arms and unleashed his divine fire above the river (never mind, that it was still raining). Hera released the north and south wind.

The unearthly fire storm, hotter than the surface of the sun⁴, spread across the heath, consumed the bodies of the dead and made the rivers writhe in agony from being boiled alive.

Xanthos soon begged for mercy, but Hephaistos was only following his mother's orders, so the river turned to Hera and begged her to control her son.

Now the Queen of the Skies finally showed the mercy asked of her and told her son to stop.

Hephaistos rolled his eyes, but called his fire back.

Xanthos returned to his river bed, recovered from the torment and he stuck his head out of the water to glare at the fire god. “And here I thought you were not an arsehole!”

The divine blacksmith laughed: “Oh, you're wrong! I'm less of an arsehole than the other Olympians, but I still can be a prick!”

Hera chuckled in amusement.

On his throne on Olympos, Zeus was having the time of his life, because now the gods were charging at each other at last.

“Ohhh, now they're getting started! This is going to be priceless! Where are the wine, cookies and my camera?”

Hebe and Dionysos brought him both and then sat with him to enjoy the show.

In the meantime, Athena had finally turned to Ares.

“'Sup, arsehole”, she greeted him.

“'Sup, fellow arsehole”, he retorted. Then he had his sword out. “Don't think I have forgot how you let that fucker Diomedes pierce with a spear! Now it's time for payback!”

I thought he already had- oh, never mind.

He attacked first and they duked it out for a while, before he threw his spear at the impenetrable Aigis she was wearing on her chest. Athena leapt back, grabbed a stone and hit her opponent at the back of his neck with it.

Knocked out, he collapsed.

“Hah!”, she yelled in triumph. “I'm the one who gets the payback! That's for abandoning your mother and me in favour of supporting the Trojans! Well, that and the fucking prohibition you put into our father's head. What's that with you always forgetting what everyone has realised a long time ago: that I am stronger than you and always will be!”

“Ares!”

Athena whirled around to see the goddess of love running to her lover's aid.

Aphrodite grabbed Ares' arm and began to drag him to safety.

“Are you just letting her do that?”, Hera spat at Athena.

The goddess of wisdom rolled her eyes. “Alright, I'm on it!”

Strode up to Aphrodite, who was struggling under Ares' weight and hit her on the chest, knocking her out as well. There they lay, with the bright-eyed goddess standing above them.

“This is what happens to the allies of Troy and everyone who gets in my way!”, she snarled.

Aphrodite came to herself and glared up. “You're full of shit, Athena.”

The war goddess shrugged. “Look around, Aphrodite. Everyone here is full of shit. Especially you.”

At the same time, Poseidon was facing Apollon.

The sea god taunted his nephew: “What is stopping you, Sunny Boy, now that the others are at each other's throats?”

Apollon sighed: “Can you please not call me 'Sunny Boy'? That's Ares' shtick. Also-”

“Whatever, Sunny Boy. Where is the fun in going home without a single scratch? Let's duke it out! But first tell me: why are you supporting the Trojans? Don't you remember how they treated us? When Zeus stripped us of our immortality for a year, we had to serve Laomedon for a pittance! I built this mighty wall around Troy, while you herded his cattle. And when the year was finally over, he denied us pay and threatened to bind us, cut our ears off and sell us off as slaves! And you're helping the Trojans, after all of this? Explain!”

But Apollon remained calm.

“Does it really matter? Let's leave the mortals to their devices. I don't want to fight you over them, uncle. You're way out of my league, it would be madness.”

But Artemis grabbed him by the shoulder, outraged. “So you're chickening out?! You just give up and let him win?! If so, then don't ever let us hear you brag, that you could take on Poseidon!”

But Apollon just arched an eyebrow. “I'm not 'chickening out'. I just know, when to quit – unlike someone I know.”

As if on cue, Hera confronted Artemis: “You little brat! If you have the spine to make me or Poseidon your enemy, you're dumber than I thought! I will show you, just how outclassed you really are!”

Then she seized the goddess of the hunt by both wrists with one hand, tore her quiver and arrows off her shoulder with the other and smacked the shit out of her with it. When Hera was done with her, Artemis was running back to Olympos crying, leaving her bow and arrows on the battlefield.

Hermes saw this and let his opponent Leto take the win. The Titanis of motherhood gratefully gathered up the weapons of her daughter from the floor and returned to Olympos to console her.

Apollon blinked after them. “What the Tartaros did just happen?”

Poseidon laughed heartily: “Just because my sister is the goddess of marriage doesn't mean she can't kick arse! Or where do you think Ares got his temper from?”

The Earthshaker looked to the sky and knew that Zeus was shaking with laughter.

On the battlefield Akhilleus was still massacring Trojans left and right.

The king Priamos saw this from the top of the wall and ordered for the gates to be opened, so his people could save themselves.

Apollon came onto the field through the gates and held his hand over them, while they scrambled to the sweet safety of their city. He took the shape of a Trojan Akhilleus had been about to kill and allowed to chase him across the field, away from the gates of Troy. That bought the Trojans the time they needed to escape the wrath of Thetis' son.

All of them, except for Hektor; he didn't make it in time, before the gates closed.

The greatest warrior of the Trojans was shut outside.

Book Twenty-Two:

Apollon led Akhilleus away from Troy, before finally turning around.

“Hey, arsehole! Guess who!” And dropped his disguise.

Then he proceeded to mock the raging demigod, who was out of breath after chasing him for kilometres: “While you ran after me like a moron, thinking that you stand a chance against me, the Trojans have barricaded themselves inside their city! They are out of your reach and you will never defeat me, Apollon!”

“You … you deceived me!”, Akhilleus gasped, “So is … the most lethal of the gods … the protector of Troy … otherwise I would have killed them all! But damn you! If it was in my power, I would give you payback!”

Apollon gritted his teeth: “But you can't, mortal.”

Akhilleus screamed in fury and dashed back to Troy with swift feet.

Hektor was waiting in front of the walls of Troy to challenge vengeful Akhilleus and face his imminent demise.

On top of the walls, his aged father was weeping over the cruelty of fate: that he would have to see his sons and many of his people die, his city sacked, his daughters ravaged, his grandchildren and himself murdered, his daughters-in-law sold into slavery.

But no matter how much Priamos beseeched him, Hektor didn't yield and stayed where he was, even though he was terrified. Yet as soon as he saw Akhilleus clearly, bloodthirsty and deranged like Ares himself, his flight instinct kicked in and he ran for his life. Only Apollon's assistance prevented the son of Thetis from catching up to Hektor.

While Akhilleus chased the slayer of Patroklos around the city walls three times in a row, the gods were watching from above.

Zeus shook his head. “I don't like seeing him being chased around his own city like that. And it's really a shame, that he should die already. He always honoured us gods beyond measure. Should I save this noble man or-”

“No!”, Athena protested at once, “His time is up, he must die! We can't randomly spare mortals, just because we favour them. Do whatever you want, but none of us will approve.”

“… Do what you must, but do it quickly.”

On Olympos, in the Room of Fate, the Scales of Fate weighed the lot of Hektor against Akhilleus.

That of Hektor sank, that of Akhilleus rose up.

Apollon, as the god of prophecy, sensed the shift and reluctantly left Hektor to face his doom.

Athena on the other hand joined the angry Akhilleus.

“Today the Achaeans will gain a most glorious victory! We shall slay Hektor! He is destined to die by our hands and not even Apollon's pleas to Zeus will save him now. Now hold up and catch your breath, while I persuade him to face you in battle.”

She caught up to Hektor in the shape of one of his brothers and did exactly that.

So the Trojan prince whirled around to face the son of Peleus.

They had a short dispute. Hektor entreated his opponent to agree, that the loser be returned to his people to receive a proper burial.

But Akhilleus refused: “FUCK YOUR PROPOSAL! YOU WILL PAY FOR THE DEATH OF PATROKLOS AND ALL OF MY FRIENDS WHOM YOU KILLED!!!”

“OH SHUT UP, ARSEHOLE! YOU AND YOUR COMRADES KILLED MOST OF MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS TOO! AND ONCE YOU TAKE OVER OUR CITY, YOU WILL RAVAGE IT, MASSACRE THE CIVILIANS, VIOLATE AND ENSLAVE OUR WOMEN AND KILL OUR CHILDREN!!! I AM DOING WHATEVER I CAN TO PROTECT THEM!!! YOU DON'T GET TO JUDGE ME!!!”, Hektor roared in outrage.⁵

Then they threw their spears at each other.

Hektor dodged that of Akhilleus, but his own weapon flew far off, guided by Athena's hand. When he turned to whom he had thought to be his dear brother to ask for a new spear, but found him gone.

The Trojan prince realised, that he had been tricked by Athena and that the gods had decided his doom a long time ago.

“Well, fuck this shit”, he muttered, pulled his sword to face his last battle.

Their fight was short and brutal.

At long last, Akhilleus managed to stab him in the throat.

But he had narrowly missed the windpipe and so Hektor was able to rattle a few last words.

“If you have … an ounce of honour … return my corpse … to my parents … so I can be buried.”

“No.”

“Thought as much … but know this … you're – ugh! – angering the gods … you will die … by Apollon's and Paris' arrows …”

Then the greatest defender of Troy died.

For a while Akhilleus stood silently above him.

Then he finally replied to the dead man: “I know. And I don't care.”

And proceeded to outrage his vanquished enemy's corpse by tying it to his chariot and dragging it around his city several times.

While on the walls above, his grieving parents, his sorrow-stricken wife Andromákhe and the people of Troy were weeping to the Heavens.

Book Twenty-Three:

Akhilleus held funeral games for Patroklos and, after much more mourning, finally delivered him to the pyre.

Hektor's dishonoured corpse on the other hand he left to the dogs.

The dogs that would not go near it; the presence of the goddess Aphrodite, who guarded it night and day, kept them away. She and Apollon preserved his corpse, so that neither the scorching sun, nor being hauled around by Akhilleus could damage it.

The burned remains of Patroklos were put to rest in a golden urn – one that his ghost had asked Akhilleus to put them in and mix them with his own, once the son of Thetis would die.

Book Twenty-Four:

All the while Apollon had protected Hektor's corpse from being mutilated, while Akhilleus didn't stop treating it like that of a common criminal.

Day after day he and the other gods who were supporting Troy begged Zeus to send Hermes to steal away the body. And every time Poseidon, Hera and Athena had been against it, unyielding in their old grudges.

After a week, the god of light finally had enough.

“How much longer”, he confronted the other gods, “do you want to allow Akhilleus to abuse the body of Hektor in such a foul manner?! Does none of you have a heart?! Has he ever failed to give you the best possible sacrifices?! Instead of returned his body to his people to receive the funeral he deserves, you choose being butt-hurt about the stupidity of that wuss Paris and that's why you help that sociopath Akhilleus, who doesn't have an ounce of propriety, shame or even respect in his chest! Many others are mourning their loved ones and he acts like he's the only one! As honourable as his parents are, they failed to raise a decent human being!“

Hera jumped up and pointed a finger at him: “Stop going on about Hektor, like he has ever been Akhilleus' equal! One was only a full mortal, while the other is the son of Thetis, whom I raised and married to Peleus, who we all were fond of!”

“That doesn't change the fact, that Akhilleus is a fucking arsehole!”, Apollon snapped.

“Or that he wouldn't know honour, if it spat in his face!”, Artemis agreed.

“Or that he's a whiny mother's boy”, Ares added.

Hera flushed with rage. “How dare you!”, she exclaimed, “All of you have been at the wedding of his parents! You ate, drank, danced and made music-”

“So?”, Ares said coldly, “Akhilleus is not his parents. We are not obliged to him, nor to Thetis and Peleus and definitely not to you. Hektor respected us gods and other humans more than he does.”

Hera's eyes narrowed. “That's it! I will-”

“ENOUGH!!!”, Zeus thundered and everyone fell silent.

Angrily he turned to Hera: “I've had enough of your attitude! No one here is putting Hektor and Akhilleus on the same level! And all things considered, Hektor was beloved by us. He always knew what kind of sacrifices I and all of you wished for, never failed to honour us and only gave us the best of the best. Still, stealing the body is not an option either. Bring me Thetis. She shall persuade her son to give Hektor's body up to his father.”

After Thetis had been welcomed by the gods, Zeus cut to the chase: “Let your son know, that we're angered by his behaviour. He is to return the body of Hektor to the Trojans for ransom – this is my will. He knows what happens to mortals, who do not follow it.”

Thetis nodded and returned to her son to inform him of Zeus' decree.

Later that evening Iris descended to the earth again, this time to tell Priamos, that Zeus was doing him one last favour: the returning of his son's body.

So Priamos packed rich gifts as ransom and went, but not before making a sacrifice of Zeus and venting his bitterness about how the cruelty of Ares had robbed and would keep robbing him of his loved ones.

As Zeus saw the elderly man and his aged herald cross the bloodstained plain in the darkness, he was overcome by pity. He waved Hermes over and fondly ruffled the messenger's hair.

The second youngest Olympian endured it, as always.

“My beloved son, who holds mankind dearest, guides them and listens to them. Go and escort Priamos to the Achaean ships, but make sure that no one sees him, before he stands in front of the son of Peleus.”

Hermes put on his winged sandals and staff and landed on the coast near the ships in the guise of a young soldier from Akhilleus' troops. With his staff, he lulled the Achaeans to sleep, before going to find Priamos.

As he came into the king's field of view, he could tell that the old man was frightened.

But Hermes gently took the old man's hands and asked kindly: “Who are you, sir? What are you and your companion there doing out here in the middle of the night and with so much treasure? Don't you know how dangerous that is?”

“You're right, young man”, Priamos replied, “But one god must have at least some mercy with me. It must be a good omen, that we meet you here; I can see your wisdom as well as your beauty – you must have blessed parents.”

That I do, Hermes thought fondly, but kept his focus.

“That's true. But do answer my question. Are you trying to hide them, or are you all fleeing your city in panic, because you lost your best fighter – your son Hektor, the greatest of your warriors?”

Priamos tilted his head. “How do you know about my son? Who are you?”

“One of the soldiers of Akhilleus”, Hermes fibbed, “I often saw your son on the field of glory, even when we weren't allowed to fight, because our lord wouldn't let us.”

“Really!”, the king cried hopefully, “Tell me, what happened to my son's body? Is it still intact at the ships? Akhilleus didn't … he didn't … did he …?”

“It's still intact”, the Messenger soothed him. “Nothing of the outrage it suffered by Akhilleus could damage it – if it wasn't for the wounds, one could think he's sleeping! The gods care for him even in death.”

He couldn't help but feel horrible for the sorrow-stricken old man, who nearly burst into tears at these news and who really deserved better than all this woe.

Deciding to make it quick, before the mortal's suffering could get to him, Hermes guided Priamos to Akhilleus' tent.

Once there, he revealed himself: “Now I can tell you, that I am the god Hermes. My father sent me to guide and protect you. I must stay outside, because I don't want the trouble of being seen. But listen to me: when you go in there, clasp the knees of Peleus' son and beseech him in the name of his own dear parents, if you want him to hear you.”

Akhilleus gaped in amazement, as none other than Priamos came before him.

The long-suffering king of Troy fell onto his knees in front of his greatest enemy, clasping the knees and kissing the hands of the man, who had slain his children.

After reminding him of his father Peleus, who was waiting for his son to come home, Priamos ended his plea: “Fifty sons I had, before you Achaeans came and I got to keep none of them! Most were felled by cruel Ares. And the one son I could count on, the defender of my city and its inhabitants – oh Hektor, my child! – fell by your hand. I'm here to ransom him with rich gifts. Respect the gods and think of your father. Even more than him I have a right to your mercy, because I did what no other father in the world could ever bring himself to do: I kissed the hand of the man who murdered my son.”

The sight of this old man's infinite grief and the memory of his own father, who too would never see him again, did something to Akhilleus.

There was no more wrath in him, only sadness and grief.

That and something new.

Something he had never felt before: Compassion.

Hektor's body was ransomed and returned to his people.

Even on Olympos the gods could hear the crying of the Trojans for their prince.

The people, who mourned their greatest hero.

His parents, who lost their dearest son.

His remaining siblings, who lost the brother they had looked up to.

His widow, who hadn't been able to be at her husband's side, while he was dying.

Helena, who had been taken here against her will and was now mourning the only man besides Priamos, who had treated her with kindness, the only friend she'd had here.

The Trojans keened and bewailed Hektor for ten days.

On the eleventh day he was brought to the pyre.

The smoke rose high and with it carried prayers and weeping.

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1) Naiades: river nymphs; Dryades: tree nymphs.

2) Astrapaios: "Lord of Lightning", one of Zeus' epithets.

3) Ennosigaios: "Shaker of the Earth", one of Poseidon's epithets.

4) The surface of the sun is appr. 5000°C hot.

5) In the Iliad Hektor doesn't actually respond to Akhilleus' refusal like that, but I thought that this was important to point out.

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SPN 1X21 Salvation

Oho recap with a song

“this is a calling” damn they like their on the nose-ness don’t they

oh no...John is here isn’t he

this fucking previously on shot like an mcr music video is KILLING Me hahaha

oh look it’s Meg

is...is she gonna kill the priest?

how does this priest know it’s an actual demon??

OH MY GOD HUNTER PRIEST

oh EXCELLENT visual shot with Meg and the stained glass window

“you throw like a girl” I’m begging you ma’am why

“it’s all cuz of me” Dean eyerolls about Sam being angsty

“these things happened in Lawrence” OH RIGHT Dean would have been old enough to remember

Salvation, Iowa, well isn’t that on the nose

ROCK MUSIC EYYY

“are you ready for judgement” oh this is gonna be fun isn’t it

I say sarcastically

they’re incredibly heavy on the imagery this episode, sometimes it works(meg and the stained glass) sometimes it doesn’t (fucking Salvation, Iowa with the “are you ready for judgement sign”

I still love how Sam and Dean ride together

Does John EVER say anything of use? ever??

I think he’d irritate me regardless, why is he Like That

oh look someone else for Dean to flirt with, wheeee

she is very very pretty tho, also Dean is also pretty

my brain won’t stop thinking about it, he looks vaguely sad in this entire episode so far, not as animated :(

Sam’s Excellent Esp Adventure

Sam is so INCREDIBLY awkward, you can tell in his mannerisms, poor guy

“just take care of yourself” there had to have been a better way to warn her

oh lovely it’s a clown

oh my god, these poor women did nothing wrong, I hate that, please let the moms get to be actual moms

“you call me” you made yourself unavailable John! what the fuck1!

EYY yes Dean yell at him good, you’re justified

Also the clear difference, no more goofing off, either angry or half-hearted attempts in Dean? noooo

Ah so it’s going after all John’s friends to get the gun

I’ll be honest, that works REALLY well, why did no one else think to do that

Sam to school and Dean to home FUCK POOR DEAN

I mean I kinda pity John, the “I want this to be over” but still, not good dad

Dean taking the role of “the responsible one,” get out, giving solid advice, despite the fact that he’s so much younger doha;sfuahs;

AGAIN with the Sam and John smiling and Dean just looking grim, I swear there’s something there, I just don’t know which specific thing(responsibility, fear of getting yelled at, whatever)

“could always tell them the truth” Dean *looks* and the ~nahhh “I know I know” siblinggggssss

Dean wants to ensure his father’s survival, Sam wants backup in case something happens here. I don’t know what specifically it means, but it means something

cool red lighting on Meg juxtaposed with her yellow hair, really she’s getting a lot of cool shots this episode

I mean of course, she’s is Demon Lady and therefore evil but whatever, there’s something

Seriously they don’t even feel that forced for her

John does some blessing thing, idk, again the Bible Riverdale energy is not what I’m here for

Sam: Dean I want to thank you

Dean:...for what

“for everything” ....goes on spiel

Dean: no, no one here is dying, I refuse

I wanna give him a hug this poor guy

I think meg’s hair has grown out a little bit, it looks good on her, especially with her red jacket

Am i...thirsting over demon lady....is that what’s happening here?

Siri how do I recognize sexual vs aesthetic attraction

although the lines they give these people, between John and Meg, I don’t think I’ve heard a single sentence a real person would say

Demon Lady looks pretty with gun in that shot

LITERALLY THE EXTRA HAS BETTER DIALOGUE AND ACTIONS

John reminds me of Goofy from the mickey mouse clubhouse, why does he act Like That

“good night america wherever you are” is just a bit much don’t you think

oh right, it’s a demon

oh right people live here, guys really using your one braincell aren’t you

...DID THEY JUST KILL THE 6 MONTH OLD INFANT

eye nice shot with the red lighting

oh he kinda looks like he’s being crucified, I’m sure that was intentional

and the demon ~appears~ amidst the flames

“it’s suicide,” “I don’t care” “I do,” this man really does think about EVERYONE’S safety but his own

Yeah Dean is like...the actual dad, how is he the rational one when it comes to everyone else but not himself

Dean: Sam you don’t get to pull this self-sacrificial bullshit, only I get to do that

Dean is trying to get Sam to move on,: (

“the three of us are all i have” DEAN NOOOO

“I’m barely holding it together” DEANNN

the voice crack on the “Where is he” foauhf;sofua;su

TO BE CONTINUED?? TO BE CONTINUED??

INCREDIBLY quick wrap up cuz I need to see where this goes:

1. The fact that it’s the CW and technically a soap opera shows, the LINES they have some of these actors say jesus. And the INTENSE imagery, like guys we get it

2. I feel like even if the fandom hadn’t turned me against John, I would still find him annoying, he has said nothing of substance in the last few episodes and I am Angry

3. I love Dean. I very much love Dean

4. Meg is pretty. She’s evil, one-dimensional because of course, she is Demon Lady, but the VIBES she gives off when she’s not being made to say bullshit lines is impeccable

Part 2 part 2 part 2!

#pawswatchesspn #1x21 Salvation #We are finishing season 1 tonight boys #sleep schedule be DAMNED

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