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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 1 year

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Okay pls tell me how rivals would be amzing for mass effect AU

(Mass Effect was the first game i ever cried about (happy tears though))

OK OK OK OK LISTEN TO ME LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I HAVE A WHOLE THING ABOUT THIS I HAVE HALF WRITTEN FANFICTION AND VAGUE STORY IDEAS AND HAVE REDOWNLOADED MASS EFFECT SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

ok so first of all listen to me Commander Shepard is Techno. Listen to me he was Earthborn, fighting in the pits of his city, and then he became a Hero and he's the very best at what he does as a human and he is a Soldier and what the fuck do you mean the government is just going to ignore this very obvious threat. Its Time For Techno To Go Off The Fucking Rails I Guess. Fuck the police and fuck the government there is a Giant Ass Murder Thing attempting to destroy the galaxy and Techno actually likes living there sometimes. And maybe he picks up some old friends, some new ones, maybe he learns he doesn't have to do things by himself. There are people he can rely on, friends even. And they mean so much to him. He'd do anything for them. He'd sacrifice himself for them even. (People always hc that Techno's totem scars are cracks down his face. In Mass Effect 2, when Shepard's brought back to life, they have facial scars too. Commander Techno, awakened, with scars glowing gold.)

Listen To Me. Listen. Dream as a Quarian. The Mask The Faceless The Hated By All For Bringing The Geth. And he's a scientist and he loves his family, his flotilla, he wants to bring back things to how they used to be. He wants their homeworld back. He wants so much, and when he has the chance to bargain with Techno and the Council, he takes it. He's going to use every advantage he has to bring his family home. But he's also Just A Guy. He's got a fun little LED smile on his mask, he gets So Excited over the stuff in Techno's ship. Techno Do You Know What This Cool Thing Powering Your Ship Does Because I Do I Have To Talk About It Now. Dream has a million tools and traps for his enemies and his adhd demands he infodump about the concept of Life and Death and What Does It Mean To Have A Soul and How Does This Relate To AI. Dream thinks AI can love, Dream thinks that his little combat drone is adorable and he calls it affectionate pet names. He has no sense of self preservation even when his suit is the only thing keeping him alive. Techno brings him with on almost every mission, because even if Dream can be annoying as fuck sometimes, he's also incredibly useful.

(Its an injustice, how the quarians are treated. Techno sits with him at the ship's core, and Dream grips the railing so tightly he hears it creak.)

Dream's ideas of AI maybe Actually Having Souls and maybe being able to work with the geth are not popular ones, so him sharing it with Techno is a sign of trust. He is so much less open with a lot of the other people on the ship. He needs to look strong, because he is. Because anything less will get him crushed by the system that scorns him.

When he hears about Techno's sacrifice, Dream is quiet. A trusted ally, a friend, family? He could have been considered family. They relied on each other to save the world together, and Techno told him that his ideas werent foolish (mostly,) and when Dream finally succeeded and got to build a house on his homeworld, he had wanted to invite Techno to come see.

(when he meets Techno again, he's wary. Doesn't want to get his hopes up that its really him, and not some clone that Cerberus made to get him off his guard. But Techno cracks a smile and knocks on his helmet and makes fun of him like he used to, and despite everything, its still him.)

Techno has a Lot of thoughts about Cerberus (A lot of them consist of Fuck These Guys) and a lot of thoughts about his own humanity. People accuse him of being a fake, less than human, a computer that just thinks he's Techno, Not A Person. He was brought back from death, is it really still him? (It is, Philza says, it always will be) but it haunts him. Its only when he cuts ties with Cerberus and takes off with their ship that he can breathe. He still has his ideals. He's still himself, at his core.

Listen I have More Thoughts Many Thoughts But Thats For Another Time I Am Zooming But Listen To Me They Are So Important Do You Understand My Rivalsduo My Boys My Guys

#my writing #suds asks #Listen To Me Are You Listenign #I have to replay the games and then rewrite the entire story to fit around These Two Characters (as usual)

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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months

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Thank you so much for responding to my ask, I found myself nodding my head in agreement to every point you made. I still feel bad for those who continue to overlook Rocket, but yeah, it doesn't really matter. Would love to hear those Loki thoughts as well if you don't mind!

ahh, i’m so glad to hear my five-thousand-page rant made sense and resonated with you! i also feel bad for those who overlook rocket. they truly don’t know what they’re missing.

so my thoughts on loki (below) are ALL over the place. i guess i’ll rant a little about the mcu and then talk about how i view loki in terms of character complexity, and then rant a lil more before i get really sappy. ready? ready.

i’m gonna go ahead and double-down on what i said about the mcu as a whole, and how much we need stories told by writers who love the characters they’re writing for. i think loki in the movies is a good example of a character who had, like, signposts of complexity and development with no actual exploration. we would see his behavior shift at critical moments, and we could interpret change and growth, but we never got to spend enough time with him to really see his thoughts and feelings and motivations. fanfic writers have done more to establish loki as a character with depth than the movies ever did. (hire them, disney!)

to be fair, those were thor’s movies, i suppose. but the dynamic of the movies really relied on this sibling relationship, while only really exploring one sibling’s perspective. like, how do you base a whole section of a franchise on two characters, but treat one as a person and the other as a prop?

then we move into the show.

honestly, i fuckin loved the show. i know you described it as loki getting to speedrun his redemption arc in a youtube video (a description which made me giggle btw), but i personally never thought of it that way. i never thought of loki as really learning anything from that montage of his other self’s life — except, perhaps, that being a better person and having a real relationship with his brother was possible. i always thought of that scene as just a slap in the face to get him to start paying attention.

what unfolds over the following two seasons is, imo, where all his growth happens. still begrudging at first — still eager to double-cross the people holding him captive (no shade; they didn’t deserve his loyalty). ready to use his variant to accomplish his goals. we get to see him start to develop empathy by literally reflecting on himself (hi sophie), and we get to watch that empathy spread — slowly, but surely. (so slowly, by the way. that sequence at the end where he spends a million years watching his friends unravel again and again and again and again and again and again and again? like, the audience may have gotten to speedrun that — but there’s no reason to think he did). by the time loki does what he thinks is the right thing — “for all of us” — it’s incredibly believable to me. whereas in the movies, it often felt like a cointoss — tails i save an orphan and heads, i act like a little shit — this decision to preserve self-determination seems deliberate and conscious and effortful. and he now considers himself part of the universe instead of superior to or separate from it. for all of us.

so. what do i think about the complexity of loki’s character? i think he is very complex and developed, and that his character growth is shared just as masterfully as rocket’s, but — i think this is exclusively because of the tv show.

and i think, again, that this is because the writers of loki loved him. like gunn did with rocket, they held the character of loki very tenderly, found all the places that made him mean, and asked, but why? and what does healing look like for you? and how do we make that happen?

and you know, even though rocket and loki are very different, and their stories “end” in very distinct ways, i think it’s fascinating that so many of the stories we find that have been told with love also include love as a central tenet. i think it’s just so beautiful that when we recognize a character as fundamentally good but deeply wounded, we so often want to reshape their universes to be exactly what they need to make them feel whole and seen and unbroken. we want to give them found families and community and connection, because having those things is always better than not, even if that means you have to be trapped in a tree for the rest of eternity.

i dunno, i just think people overall are really loving, and at their core, they want to put more love in the world. and i think loki (the show) and guardians (the movies) are perfect examples of people actually doing that.

blah blah blah, hire writers who love the characters.

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thanks for inspiring this rant lol sorrryyyy

#rfh asks #marvel rants #marvel mcu #loki #marvel critique

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attheriskofbeingme · 4 months

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Clouds and Stars

I’m sorry for being difficult. Sorry that I did that to you, but I want you to understand how hard it was for me. I thought about it almost every day. I’m always planning or thinking about what to do. I really did try my best to survive. I just don’t know where it all went wrong. There were days I barely did anything because I didn’t want to live that day. I sometimes wish I would just stop waking up. I knew my dreams weren't real because I was happy. I’m bad at the things I do, I neglect myself, and I’m forgetful, I know these things because people always tell me that, and I know. I know I’m selfish for what I did. But I thought about it and I think it would be better if I was just gone, you wouldn’t be angry at me anymore and I wouldn't feel so useless. Where do I even start? What can I tell you about me? I grew up pretty lonely and I never realized it until I lost someone important to me then the people in my life started to disappear. For a long time I resented myself for not taking care of Francine, but what could I have done? I wanted to die instead of her. Both my siblings moved out and I felt reality hit me, what was going to happen to me? Where do I fit in their lives? I can’t keep waiting for things to change. I did that for 18 years. I felt really lonely all the time, I met my best friend but he left too at the same time the rest of my family moved away. I felt isolated, but that was partially my fault for not reaching out. But I actually did sometimes, even before they left. though they didn't believe me. They say it's all in my head and I think that's the problem lol. I didn't have people who were emotionally available around me so I barely told anyone because I felt like it was unimportant and I was overacting. Like I'm seeking attention for telling them about what I feel. But those are things that I let happen, I sabotaged myself, and I have no sense of self-preservation. I guess what I’m trying to say is don't blame yourself for what happened, I chose to do this by myself. Hate me, resent me, miss me but please don't cry over me, I already did that lmao. I’m sorry if I come off as weak for this. I don't think I’ve ever been brave enough to stand up to myself. I give in to my impulses pretty easily without thinking, I hurt myself sometimes and it's hard not to, I deserve it for being a bad person. There's one thing I want to ask for if it's not too much, all my things, can you give them to Bean? Maybe she’ll grow up to like the things I liked and my stuff could actually be of use. It’s going to sound weird but I want to thank Seventeen for helping me live a little longer than I anticipated. I never thought I’d get past 17 and for a year I didn’t hurt myself because I felt purpose from them. A lot of times it made me feel pathetic that my happiness relied on people who didn't even know I existed but I always felt happy when they encouraged me to keep going. It feels like I've failed them too in a way because I quit this early. This letter is all over the place lol. I’m sorry about that too. Time will pass and you’ll eventually get to live without me. If when you remember me, listen to your happy song or mine (it's Kidult by Seventeen “Tomorrow, I'll live like a child; Who has grown up a lot” :3) because I’d rather not have you cry. Please be happier than I ever was, smile more than I did, and laugh more. If when you miss me, watch the clouds! I always took pictures because they looked so free. Now that I’m up there I’ll wave down at you every day and I’ll cheer you on. Hopefully, I’m up there lol. I was never religious so I doubt I’ll be in heaven, but I hope I’m in the sky, flying around with no worries. If you’re ever sad, tell me and I’ll listen to all your worries, give them to me instead. I love you and I miss you, please be happy for me :)

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egginfroggin · 1 year

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Ingo and Emmet, by the timemost of the fic takes place in the Mistborn AU, have certain strengths and weaknesses, and certain parts of their respective fighting styles that are rather unique.

This got so long. I thought too hard.

Got some claustrophobia stuff here, too.

Anyway:

Ingo's main weakness is that he is essentially a false Mistborn and does not, in fact, have the ability to burn all Allomantic metals. He gave himself the ability to burn metals other than iron by way of Hemalurgy -- specifically, by using slender pins, like very large needles.

(There's a certain irony and logic in the fact that he hunts Steel Inquisitors and yet has made himself into something resembling the same thing that he seeks to eradicate)

As such, there are certain things he's unable to do -- tracking someone by sensing the metal they burn, for example, or hiding his own use of metal. Most of the metals he burns are very noticeable -- steel and pewter, for example, though he also uses tin to amplify his senses for the purpose of self-preservation.

Also, claustrophobia. Very bad claustrophobia. He will panic if he's shooed into an enclosed space, especially at night -- an alley, an underground tunnel, a small room, anywhere small and confined.

Emmet's main weakness (outside of his linchpin) and is the fact that he constantly burns tin. As far as I can recall and tell, Steel Inquisitors don't really see normally -- having metal stakes driven into your eye sockets will do that to you, I guess -- and instead "see" by way of sensing metal. So, the presence and absence of metal. I think.

(One of the twins clocked him in the face with a brick, once)

(No you don't get context) (yet)

This is something that he's gotten used to, but being unable to see what's around him makes him exceptionally uneasy at times -- especially because of the fact that his hearing is not the best. It isn't the worst, but it is not the best, either.

Thus, he burns tin. It's almost constant, giving him an edge by letting him pick out the sounds of things nearby, such as sneaky little gremlin twins or murderous brothers or similar such threats. But this is for picking out small sounds -- he uses quite a bit of tin, as a result, and his hearing can be very sensitive at times, to the point where overly loud noises can be debilitating until he stops burning.

Now, fighting.

Ingo is very nimble, and accurate when moving via iron and steel. He's acquired quite a bit of flexibility and precision with his movements -- a lingering result of squirming around underground and trying not to shred his arms completely when reaching for atium beads in the Pits of Hathsin -- and when firing coins.

But here's where he gets fun.

His steelpush isn't the most powerful -- imperfect Hemalurgy, the pin spending too much time outside of his body, and such, has made it so. Coins are good, convenient weapons, but what about other pieces of metal, like shrapnel?

What about adding poison to the mix?

He wears gloves -- thick leather gloves that the shards won't cut through. The shrapnel cuts through skin with far less force than a coin, and if he's decided to use poison, well, isn't that convenient?

(I just really like the idea of Ingo knowing a lot about poison and toxins; it's fun, and in this case, I feel like it's something that's plausible)

Emmet, on the other hand, excels at close-quarters combat. And if he is given a weapon, he will dual wield. Knives? He's got two. Probably four, just in case one of them breaks. He knows when to flare pewter to hit especially hard, relying on his own natural speed and skill to get close, and when to burn it in the background to dull the pain of any wounds, to conserve what he has.

He hits hard and he hits fast, and you'll probably have either broken bones or a good number of lacerations by the time he's done with you -- if you're still alive.

Anyway, I just think these guys are neat. And that the idea of Mistborn using shrapnel in place of coins would be terrifying.

#when I finally get my mitts on these books again I'm just gonna vanish for like a week #come back on a whole dang mistborn kick #egginfroggintalkin #eggin's writings #mistborn au #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas #claustrophobia #ingo is a terror who can freaking snipe you and leave you dead even if you escape #emmet is a terror who will simply bleed you or delete your bones #they are both terrifying and it gets so much worse when they work together #pokemon #I was like hey #if steel inquisitors see by sensing where metal is #can they. like. not see things that aren't metal #could you just whip out a brick or something and chuck it at them and they wouldn't be able to see it #I'm sorry but I find the concept of just. whacking an inquisitor with a brick. far funnier than I should #knife broke oh well BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TIME #I was so tired when I slapped all this down

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eneiryu · 2 years

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thank you for the reply!!

so to expand on the original ask which was, in summary, “theo and liam are already together and theo is part of the pack when they get kidnapped” and the way it would make sense for me is if it was pack or someone (quentin???) mainly out for revenge since i think anyone that would kidnap them solely as a political chip to force scott into surrendering or to give up information would not risk seriously harming liam.

i think someone who had more of a vengeance against either scott or theo would hurt liam to hurt one of them and i can see it one of two ways: they want to hurt liam just to hurt theo because of what the dread doctors did, or they want scott dead out of revenge for something or because of what he represents to supernaturals and the knowledge that if scott is gone the power and strength and organization that was slowly growing among the different werewolf packs would disintegrate.

the first would just be someone who wants revenge against the dread doctors and wants to hurt theo psychologically in the worst way they know how, “by going after someone he loves” and that one i guess would be a painful waiting game of theo being helpless and them just waiting for a rescue because whoever is hurting liam isn’t doing it for any other reason than to cause theo pain.

the second way i think could be really interesting. like theo is already a trusted and valued member of the pack now, he knows valuable information about scott and the other packs so he’s just as useful, in that regard, as liam. and i think whoever it is realizes that liam’s moral compass is strong(er) and that he always “has the intention to do good” so he won’t give up information that could hurt scott, the pack, or any other innocent person no matter what they hold over them. and similarly theo, when it comes to himself, is self sacrificing, so if they hurt him to try and get liam to break he will encourage liam not to break and that combined with liam’s own sense of rigt and wrong and the greater good will prevent liam from giving up information that would hurt innocent people.

theo i think is different. i think he also has the sense of right and wrong and he’s firmly on the side of “right” now but i also think self preservation trumps everything for him, except for him, self preservation means keeping liam safe.

i think somewhere along the line, he went from always choosing to save his own ass and not caring who he had to double cross to keep himself alive and keep his heart safe to someone who would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat for the greater good. but i think the self preservation thing didn’t go away, it just got transferred to keeping liam safe above all else. i think it also kind of shows in canon too, theo is at first shown to care about his well being above all else and is even called out about it (“anything to save your own ass just not anyone elses”) but he also sacrifices himself to protect liam multiple times and is shown to instinctively try and protect liam (reaching to push liam ahead of him when gabe opens fire for example). and that’s before they’re together

so all that to say i think whoever the kidnap person is realizes quickly that the only thing that theo would value over doing the right thing and over scott and all else is liam. and not even liam begging him not to will prevent him from giving everything and everyone up if it means liam is safe (not to say liam is the only reason theo is good now because i don’t think that’s the case but i think for theo liam is above everything).

sorry for the incredibly long and windy ask but i guess all that to say if the were already together i think this could be a motivation someone would have

Hmmmm. Yes, all around, to your various (very well-made) points. I do think Theo relies to an extent on Liam being protected by the fact of being Scott’s beta, and pretty much the entire world knowing that Scott with rain hell down on anyone who so much as scratches him, to both protect Liam and protect himself from being put in the position of having to choose between doing the right thing and keeping Liam safe. But if that wasn’t present…that does raise an interesting “what if.”

On the one hand, I write my Theo as wanting very nearly above else not to be responsible for anymore death, even indirectly (which is why he begs Liam not to give Monroe what she wants in tailor-made, even though it means his death). But on the other hand, like you’re saying, I think the idea of him being responsible in anyway for Liam getting hurt and possibly killed—that might ruin him.

So hmmm…quite the interesting puzzle you’ve presented. Let me chew it over and see what comes to mind.

#eneiryu ask

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coffeeman777 · 2 years

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Hi Kreg,

Every now and then I slip into this mode of thinking where I have almost no sense of self preservation. Right now I’m 26, laid-off, have no savings, still living at home, single (never been in a relationship), can’t drive, and my health has been bad for months. Sometimes I look at others my age as they get engaged/married, have children, buy houses (in california too, which is huge given the crazy market), and haven’t gained any weight since I’d last seen them in high school (in fact, many of them look even better than they did back then). I get into this mode of thinking: I’m almost 30 and I already lost at life. I’m far behind where I should be at this point in life (I mean, my mom had me when she was at the age I am now!). I basically think there’s no point for me to even try since I don’t have any dependents, no household of my own, no husband/children, etc. I think that, since I have no one that relies on me, I don’t need to try to get healthy, exercise, save up, or do anything with my life. With the trajectory of how things are going, I can probably safely predict that I won’t ever get married and so…what’s the point of even preparing for marriage? I ask this because my Sunday school teacher said that having the character of a godly wife starts at single hood. So as you can see my mind is jumbled and I guess what I mean to ask is…how do I stop thinking like this?

I would stop worrying about marriage altogether and look at this life as your opportunity to serve God and build the Kingdom. Be concerned with coming to know God better and better, and with making Him known to others. We don't have much time on this side of eternity, and we want to do as much for the Lord as we can before our time is up. You want to do what you can to stay healthy and work a job to provide for yourself so that you're able to help others and store up treasure in Heaven. If the Lord wants you to marry, He'll connect all the dots at the right time. And if He doesn't, you'll still have plenty to do.

Be blessed!

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yeojagroup · 6 months

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having another day where my stress levels are just. out of fucking control. i don't even remember what time i went to bed but i was called at 7 am because my brother wanted medicine and said he was in pain. i'm just feeling so fucking trapped and in a weird position where i feel like i can't ask for help because he's relying on me so much. and i'm missing my mom again but currently i think i'm resenting her more than i'm missing her. it's just rage and pain boiling over. i'm trying to sit with it. praying that it'll pass. but any fucking boundary i set is being mowed over and i'm being wrung dry. dealing with him is so exhausting and triggering for me because he's really similar to my mom in the sense that they're like. a fucking blackhole when it comes to being self-obsessed. nothing else ever fucking matters as long as they get their way. she made him ill. she tried to make me ill. not even in a physical sense, but emotionally and mentally. she wanted to stunt my growth and preserve me like a specimen of some kind, i think.

i'm trying my hardest to be happy and healthy when i haven't been that in a really long time. but i just keep taking hits. i had to euthanise one of my dogs because she suddenly went lame and i'm already taking care of a lame human being and there were just no other options. so that smaller sized chunk of grief made everything topple over like a set of dominoes. and i guess i'm just freaking the fuck out because i'm gonna blink and the anniversary of her death is going to be here. i'm so angry. i'm so fucking angry. my brother minimized my pain in a way that really threw me off because it reminded me of my mom so much. the way she would make me feel smaller than a speck of dirt.

sometimes all the things i lived through with her feels like a far off and really awful dream now that i'm on the other side of it. and what people don't understand is that she wasn't always awful. when you call someone a narcissistic or say they're abusive, people automatically clutch their pearls bc they're not used to ppl being characterized that way in polite society and there's no nuance or grey area to it. it's terrible. but i'm glad she's dead and i know that's a really polarizing emotion/thought to express for people. i can miss the good parts of her and feel relief at the fact that she's gone and not making me miserable anymore and feel triggered by grief or behavior that reminds me of her. i don't understand how all of these feelings can coexist at once either, but they do.

#txt #grief ///#parent death cw //

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maipareshaan · 2 years

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Sam in s4 going "i am saving people and that feels good, so i am going to keep doing it", is giving me saviour complex with its framing, maybe i am reading too into it but considering they make any feeling Sam has around the whole thing negative and also the whole i am strong and Dean is weak and i have to take over and protect him plus ofcourse doing something to prevent the acopalypse and save the world, being the thing that starts it...i would say its part of the saviour complex thing. Which is unfair yes, like are you a bad person to feel good about saving people and all, but also the whole thing is mixed in with validating the the blood drinking and is secondary.

And Dean too is relying on feeling purposeful by wanting to save people in s4, in making up for torturing people in hell, in feeling like he is on a mission from God. Like a lot of their storylines connect.

And s4 really does a very poor job of making Sam's any feelings about doing things for Dean known, like Sam saw Lilith laugh as he helplessly stood there while Dean died, and the dude can't muster a single "no Dean you will die again if you go against Lilith and i can't bear that." Lol no, its just "You are weak, you suck". Like you could easily fit that and would make sense, but tensions were high i guess lol.

Also a big part of the initial blood drinking also lies in self-preservation for revenge or saving Dean, not that Sam cares to live, but he is actively being hunted, and he can live for revenge and his only stratergy if he wants revenge and possibly getting Dean out is getting power, which he does not have, its evening the field or just die.

#Saw a post had thots #Uff i am always thinking about s4 sam

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daphnedirose · 3 years

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Honey And Lime

Viktor x gn! reader | SFW | 1.8k | Viktor catches a cold during winter, gladly, you know exactly how to make him recover.

Requested by mei_ackerman on Ao3.

Stubbornness was Viktor's fatal flaw, you confirmed that fact the day after Christmas. Working along two mad geniuses who had Piltover's future in their hands meant vacations were limited, even during the holidays. You put on your warmest jacket, a pair of gloves and a scarf before heading to the lab, taking into account the winter in The City of Progress could make anyone catch a cold... since that's what happened to you last year. You loved to watch the snow falling on the streets, decorating them with the beautiful white layer, however, your body couldn't resist cold temperatures very well, so you had to rely on the warmest clothes you owned to survive the cool weather while walking to the Academy's lab.

Since you arrived a little earlier than usual you expected the room to be empty, to your surprise, Viktor was already there, working focused on some documents he left unfinished two days before. You notice the big window in front of his desk was opened, so you rushed to close it and stop the cold from coming inside the lab. You would have completed the task successfully if it wasn't for Viktor, who stopped you before your hand could reach the glass, saying it wasn't necessary to close it.

You looked at him confused. It was freezing outside yet he wore his usual clothes, rolled-up sleeves but no warm clothes to cover up. Not to mention, Viktor's health started to show certain complications a week ago, making him cough from time to time, so you worried the weather might worsen it.

"You'll get sick if you leave it open, you know?" You arched a brow at him, concerned.

"It's alright de-Y/n." He smoothly corrected himself before calling you a pet name he only said in his mind, maintaining his eyes stuck on the documents. "I can handle a little cold, trust me."

You didn't, the man had no sense of self-preservation, but you let it slide and sat down to help him with his current work.

Jayce arrived a couple of minutes later and a similar conversation took place between the two gentlemen, sadly, ending with the same result: the opened window. You and Jayce shared a feeling Viktor would end up regretting his decision, but you didn't say anything and continued working, hoping Viktor would close the window eventually.

He didn't.

A joyful Jayce greeted you when you arrived at the lab the next day, but he was alone, no sign of Viktor in the room.

"Guess who has the flu." He laughed.

You sighed, disappointed but not surprised, thinking Viktor's obstinacy would kill him –and yourself– one day.

"What would I owe you if I leave you working by yourself for today?" You asked him with a barely noticeable concerned look on your eyes, but Jayce could read right through you: he knew you wouldn't leave Viktor alone while he was sick.

"Oh, trust me, the look on his face when I have the pleasure to say 'I told you so' will be enough payment." He smiled at you. "Go."

You smiled back at him before leaving the lab, heading to the closest market you could find. Once you bought all you needed, you walked fast towards Viktor's studio apartment, scolding him mentally for not caring enough for his health. You knocked at the door when you arrived, hearing some groans coming from inside before the place before the door opened, showing a tired Viktor behind it.

He was in his pajamas still, subtle sweat drops covered his forehead; his hair was messier than usual and his complexion was paler than yesterday, a slight red blush resided on his nose and the golden eyes you adored looked exhausted.

You looked at him worried. "You look awful."

"Good morning to you too." He let out a small chuckle, stepping aside to let you in. You noticed his voice was raspier and husky.

The place was small but cozy, everything looked squeaky clean and organized, except for the undone bed. You figured he must have gotten up just now.

"Are you here to scold me?" He asked, sitting on the corner of his bed.

You shook your head and gave him a tender smile. "That's Jayce's job for later, my job, on the other hand, is to take care of you today. Now lay down and rest."

Viktor looked at you surprised as you took out the groceries you bought in his small kitchen. He laid in bed seconds after, his gaze still following you as you wandered around the place. He didn't expect you to come to take care of him, but he was genuinely thankful for the gesture; he felt a bit dizzy and had a horrible sore throat along with a little fever that made him shiver constantly.

He closed his eyes for a second, only to open them up again when he felt something cold on his forehead. You had soaked a small towel in cool water to help with the fever. You slightly brushed his pale cheek with the back of your fingers, sighing. He closed his eyes again to the touch before you tucked him in bed properly.

"You're burning up, Vik." You said in a preoccupied tone, another sigh leaving your lips as you went back to the kitchen.

"Should I take it as a compliment?" He joked, eyes still closed while subtly raising the corners of his lips.

You laughed at the comment but tried to hide it immediately, failing. "I didn't know a cold made you this cocky, I thought you said you could handle it."

He opened his eyes lightly, noticing them heavier as he looked at you, pouting. "You said you weren't going to scold me."

The affectionate smile that appeared on your face couldn't be hidden. "Don't make me change my mind then."

He softly smirked as he kept staring at you moving inside the tiny kitchen gracefully. A sweet and refreshing smell started to fill the place, which made Viktor feel comfortable and calm for some reason. You approached him with a mug in your hands, making the delicious smell feel stronger, he didn't mind tho, he loved it.

"Sit down for a bit and drink this." Your voice felt gentle, he liked it. You grabbed the towel from his forehead as he followed your orders, sitting down on the bed and resting his back on some pillows you placed in front of the headboard so it wouldn't ache after. Once he was comfortable, you handed him the mug; fine steam coming from it. He inhaled once again the sweet scent coming from the amber liquid you poured into the mug, somehow, it smelt quite familiar.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Lime and Honey."

"Isn't it more common to mix lemon and honey?"

"Lime makes it better, trust me. I drink this every morning." You smiled at him before grabbing a chair to sit next to him, noticing his cheeks regained a bit of color. You felt relieved thinking it mean he was getting better, when in reality Viktor was a little embarrassed for realizing why he found the fragrance delightful.

Grabbing the mug with both hands, Viktor slowly drank its content, it tasted delicious and made his sore throat feel refreshed, you were right, the lime gave it a soothing taste. He finished the drink in a few seconds, thinking about how tasty it was.

"Thank you." He mumbled, his voice was more colorful than before.

"No worries, I can make this for you every day if you want."

He giggled. "Not only the drink, which was delicious by the way. I meant coming here..." his hands fidgeted a little with the mug, "knowing it was my fault I got sick."

"It's okay, you don't have to thank me." Your hand traveled to his messy brown hair, running softly your fingers through it, making it look a bit smoother and organized. "You know I'd do anything for you."

He turned his eyes at you, them being brighter than when you first arrived. He looked like a puppy somehow, which made your heart melt.

"Do I know that?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

You chuckled. "You do now. You should sleep, I'll wake you up when the soup is ready, okay?"

He nodded before laying in bed again, closing his eyes and falling asleep to the lime and honey smell that remained in the room.

You were a skilled cook, so you started to make some chicken soup and some food he could eat for dinner while humming some of your favorite songs that, unknowingly, lulled Viktor in his sleep. You glanced at him from time to time, making sure everything was okay; you found out he talked in his sleep, letting inaudible words flow through his lips, something you found a little funny, but you froze in your place when you picked out one of the phrases Viktor let out.

My dear Y/n.

A smile stayed placed on your face as you finished preparing the food.

The touch of your fingertips woke Viktor up some hours later. He slowly opened his eyes, noticing his forehead was a little wet, figuring you'd put another cold towel while he was sleeping. You asked them to sit down again while you brought the chicken soup you made and handed it to him. He never tasted your food before, but he wished he had more opportunities to when he tasted it: the soup was delectable, and the scent that came from the small dining room was too. He looked over where the smell was coming from, surprised as he saw a plate full of food placed there.

His eyes shined as he turned back at you, completely touched by how caring you'd been.

"I really don't know how to thank you." was all he said.

"Come back to the lab tomorrow, I'll prepare some lime and honey for you, but only if you show up recovered, got it?"

When you stepped into the lab the next day you saw him, completely recovered from the flu while Jayce mocked him playfully for getting sick. You smiled as you looked at them, glad Viktor was feeling better... oh, and he closed the window this time.

You giggled while you approached the two men, both greeting you with kind words you were used to hearing. You handed a flask of honey and lime to Viktor, who recognized the smell instantly.

"Thank you, my dear." He said smiling before turning back at his desk, not realizing what words left his mouth.

You tried to hide your smile but Jayce noticed it right away, giving you a curious look as he leaned closer to you.

"Anything you'd like to tell me?" He whispered.

"Nope." You said, but your smile gave Jayce a different answer. "Nothing to mention."

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panlight · 3 years

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About your theory that ONLY Edward's power didn't work on Bella originally. If we go with the idea of vampire mates (which isn't canon), what if any vampire is immune to their mate's power and vice versa? How would that affect the other Cullen couples? The Denali who are mated? Would that make their mate obvious to a vampire?

The other couple that pops up that kind of has a sort of nullifying gift is James/Victoria. And I know we hear later that James didn't really love Victoria as much as she loved him, but still their hide-and-seek dynamic is interesting and while their gifts DID work on each other they also kind of . . . canceled each other out. They become a couple because James caught her scent and started hunting her for sport, but she kept escaping him when no one else ever did. He could still track her, but he couldn't catch her. He became intrigued and his motives were no longer to kill her for funsies, but to meet her, and Victoria's self-preservation/evasion gift sensed that he was no longer dangerous, she let her guard down and he found her.

I think Alice would be REALLY ANNOYED if she couldn't see Jasper's future. It would partly be a superficial thing like "ugh it's so frustrating you're the only one I can't see!" but also genuine worry because she relies on her gift so much that she feels helpless not being able to keep him safe. I guess they'd have to meet some other way if she couldn't see him in the future? Although maybe she could see that he was in her OWN future so she could see she would meet someone important but couldn't get a clear picture of who? An empty spot, like when she was looking for Nahuel? I don't think much would change is Alice were immune to Jasper's gift. Her emotions are pretty much her own anyway and she doesn't need to lean on him in that way.

We'd end up in a conundrum with E/B, right, because okay she's immune to his gift, but then he would be immune to her gift--which is the shield--which would imply he SHOULD be able to get through it but he can't because she's immune to him and ow.

With Kate and Garrett, I guess it depends a lot on which version of 'mate mythology' we're going with. Actually canon is that vampire pairs are not predestined (except Alice/Jasper and Bella/Edward apparently), but they fall in love the normal way and just never fall out of it because they're frozen in that state of new love. If that's the case, then Kate's gift would work on Garrett until they reached a point that they were both in mutual love and become frozen there. One day she goes to playfully shock him and it doesn't work and they look at each other like 'omg we're mates.' But if we go with the more imprinting-like, soulmate AU style of vampire mates, I guess the moment she tried to shock him it wouldn't work and they'd be like "oh I guess we're mates, neat." And I guess that answers the larger question of "does that make the mate obvious to the vampire?"

Yes, I suppose, if we're going with the imprinting-style, one-person-destined-for-every-vampire, instant attraction love/thing.

But if we're going with the (supposed) canon that vampires just fall in love like humans do, it might be a case of one day a vampire pair realizes their gifts don't work on each other anymore and I guess we're officially a mated pair now?

I personally prefer the second option because it leaves a lot more room for freedom and also for other types of romantic/sexual relationships that "one destined person ONLY" really doesn't. Also leaves open the possibility that a vampire doesn't WANT a forever partner at all. This way they aren't potentially forced into it by some ~destiny or whatever.

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rosesgonerogue · 4 years

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Finding Each Other (Again)

Chapter One

Masterlist

“Make way guys, out of the way!” Dick bellowed from the entrance of the batcave. “Alfred, we need you!”

Marinette, jostled in his arms with every step, tried to liberate herself from her brother-in-law’s iron grip. “Calm down, I’m fine.”

“No offense bug, but I just watched you get crushed by a steel beam. Alfred is checking you over.”

“Tikki, spots,” Marinette said, as he deposited her on a cot. “See, not a bruise on me. I only jumped in to save that kid because I knew I would be fine. I’ve been eaten by a t-rex before, I was perfectly safe.”

“You what?” Damian demanded darkly.

“Dames! How was your patrol?” Marinette asked, grinning at the sight of her husband.

“What just happened to you on patrol?” Damian demanded.

“Dick is overreacting. I know it can be kind of… unsettling to see things like that, but the Miraculous suits are nearly indestructible. Only another Miraculous or some type of magic could hurt me while I’m suited up.”

She leaned in to kiss Damian’s cheek, but his face was stone.

“Are any of those Miraculous things up for grabs?” Jason asked, pulling off his helmet.

“Not for you,” Marinette scoffed. “And don’t worry, Dames. Dick is overreacting, the beam barely made contact with me. I was just making sure it fell safely.’

“Hold up, hold up,” Tim said, actually turning away from the computer. “You redirected a steel beam? Just with your strength alone? How strong does your suit make you?”

“I haven’t actually ever tested it, that could be interesting,” Marinette contemplated, handing Tikki a cookie. “But I’m stronger than I was when I first started out as Ladybug.”

“Part of it is because you’ve worked with me for so long - we’ve grown together. But you’re stronger than any other Miraculous use can be because you’re also the Guardian,” Tikki said. “Alfred, these cookies are amazing.”

While Alfred began examining Marinette, he chattered with Tikki about his baking methods. Dick was telling an overly dramatized version of the night’s events while Tim theorized exactly what Marinette could be capable of. All that was missing was the last few members of the family, all occupied with their own business. Marinette leaned back on the examination table, content with the daily she’d married into.

“-and if she were facing a metahuman with enhanced strength-”

“Drake, will you do us all a favor and shut your idiotic mouth?” Damian snapped, his voice dripping with acid.

“That was out of line,” Marinette said, straightening up. “He’s just having fun, Damian.”

“Just having fun? Were you just having fun when you threw yourself under a steel beam today? Or how about last week, when Killer Croc almost ripped off your leg?” Damian spat. “Oh, and the week before when your heart literally stopped because you stepped in front of Mr. Freeze?”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” Marinette said, standing to really face her husband. “That’s uncalled for, Dames. What’s with all of the hostility?”

“What’s with all of the hostility? Every week I have to see or hear about some way my wife almost died. You have absolutely no sense of self-preservation and that makes the rest of us worry about you, which makes you a liability.”

“Excuse me?” she demanded, uncaring of the awkward silence between the rest of the family. “A liability? I know exactly what I am capable of, Damian Wayne. In case you forgot, I had a life and a hero career before you. Long before you.”

“But this isn’t magical butterflies, Marinette, this is the real world!” Damian shouted, ripping off his domino mask. “People die here, and we don’t all have a Miraculous to save our asses. You rely on Tikki, but how do you know she won’t fail, or time out too early? Without her you’d be dead.”

Marinette’s eyes were wide and burning with rage, but Tikki was the first to speak, her tiny body radiating with fury.

“You have no idea what Marinette has gone through to get here. She is the most capable Ladybug and Guardian that I’ve ever seen, and that means more than you’ll ever know.”

Looking back at his wife, Damian could see more hurt than anger in her eyes. He felt a pang now that his panic from hearing Dick’s story had died down, but it was too late. When he should have expressed concern and care for his wife, he’d let anger take over. A firm stubbornness rose in him, and when his wife’s eyes met his, he levelled his gaze at her, unwilling to take his words back.

Glaring at him, when she spoke Marinette’s voice was thick with unshed tears. “Well, I formally apologize for the liability I’ve been all this time. If you’ll excuse me, I have commissions to work on.”

She shoved past him, leaving the silent Wayne clan behind. Her back was straight and her stride was measured - none of them could have guessed that silent, angry tears ran down her cheeks. Outside the weather was terrible, the wind howling through Gotham’s streets.

Walking silently for blocks, Tikki flitted around her nervously, using the terrible weather as a cover - not that there was anyone really on the streets to notice her. Finally the two ducked into an alley where Marinette collapsed against a brick wall.

“He’s wrong, Marinette,” she finally said indignantly. “Damian’s worried for you, but he also has no idea what it takes to hold a Miraculous.”

“Am I just a liability, Tikki?” Marinette asked, running a hand through her hair. “Am I just making things worse for the entire family?”

“Marinette, no! You’ve saved them plenty of times, and don’t you dare wonder if I’m what makes you special. We’ve been together for so long because you’re special,” Tikki said firmly.

The Guardian sniffed, sagging a little. “Thanks, Tikki. I guess I really should go work on those commissions like I said I would, which means I need to go home.”

“Only after you’ve eaten the rest of Damian’s favorite ice cream,” the kwami said.

“After all of the morality speeches you gave me in Paris, I had no idea you had this mischievous streak in you. I think Plagg is finally rubbing off on you after all of these centuries.”

Tikki smiled. “Only when someone hurts my Ladybug.”

Smiling faintly herself, Marinette pushed herself up while Tikki situated herself in Marinette’s purse. Talking to Damian wouldn’t be fun, but they would figure things out - they always did. Besides, they only fought because her husband was worried for her wellbeing. So, Marinette made her way towards their home, one of the safest neighborhoods in all of Gotham. She could almost see the old Colonial-style house when they saw a woman standing on the sidewalk.

She was just standing there under the streetlamp, the light emphasizing how angular her features were, if not exaggerating them. With the way the woman stared at Marinette, it was clear that she would speak to them, and there was really no way to get home without crossing the woman’s path. As much as she didn’t want to, Marinette decided to bite the bullet and speak first. “Excuse me, Madame, can I help you?”

Nothing in her posture changed, but glittering eyes assessed Marinette critically. “So you’re the little French fashion designer? I can’t say I’m impressed. I always had much… higher aims for my son.”

With those words Marinette felt her blood freeze in her veins. So this was Talia al Ghul. She’d heard stories of the woman, but she always hoped not to become involved with her at all.

She couldn’t back down. Marinette met her mother-in-law’s eyes without flinching, hand snaking to her back pocket for her phone.

“Don’t try it, little girl. You and I are going to play a game. It’s called ‘how much does Damian love you?’”

“It’s tempting, but I think I need to pass,” Marinette said.

At that, Marinette viciously kicked forward, hitting Talia right in the knee. She didn’t try to watch the result, sprinting forward with all of her energy - she only had to make it to-

There was a sharp prick in the back of her neck, and Marinette felt her legs give out from underneath her. She heard Talia limping over.

“Maybe you’re not completely hopeless, but you were never going to win this. Now let me explain the rules of the game to you.”

Marinette wanted to protest, to scream until someone came, but she couldn’t even prop herself up on her arms. Even more alarmingly, black was slowly overtaking her vision.

“Dear little Damian has a month to find you. If he doesn’t, I get to kill you and use it as a means to get the information I need. Now sleep well, darling. You’ll need it.”

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Note: Hey guys, I know it’s been FOREVER since I posted anything. I just finished my first semester of grad school, and it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Oh, I also have a boyfriend now. That’s new, and he does tend to take up some time. But I’m not abandoning my other stories, I just wanted to try something a little different. Long term this is going to be cute, and it’s going to have some hurt/comfort vibes. I know this is really different from what I usually write, so tell me what y’all think. The taglist is open if anyone wants to be added, just leave a comment below and ask to be tagged!

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Feeling from the heart

This was prompted by the wonderful @smolandangry001! I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: description of past-surgery medical care)

‘Oh, would this break never end’, Gavin sighed in deep content. Nines scanned the man more lying than sitting on a bench in Chandler Park, five minutes from the precinct, eyes closed and bathing in the sun. Immediately the warm feeling in his chest re-emerged, as it did so often these days. He should really get his heat sensors checked soon, if these malfunctions continued to come up. It was one of the first warm days of spring and Gavin had hung his jacket over the backrest sitting there in his hoodie with the sleeves pushed to his elbows. ‘You would get sunburn’, Nines stated factually. Gavin laughed. ‘Yeah, I guess. But this day’s too nice to spend it behind a desk.’ ‘I will trust your assessment and agree.’ ‘Come on.’ Gavin sat up and crossed his arms. ‘Phcking winter’s finally over, you don’t freeze your balls off being outside and you finally don’t both arrive and leave work when It’s dark. That’s not doing something for you?’ ‘I don’t care about the weather. I am waterproof and can operate in arctic temperatures. I am also not dependent on an extrinsic stimulus to update my inner clock.’ He noticed Gavin’s eye roll and hesitated to abandon the conversation just yet. ‘But… I guess as you like this sort of weather more, I will decide to like it too.’

Nines had thought that to satisfy the human but instead was met with a confused stare. ‘You decide to like something?’ ‘Yes. I wasn’t programmed with aesthetic preferences. So, I decided to like certain things others around me like based on work climate efficiency, general opinion on the subject and logic.’ ‘Oh, you do? Please elaborate’, Gavin said, and Nines missed the sarcastic undertones. ‘Humans generally seem to like dry weather more than rain. But they don’t like too hot temperatures. Also snow is an exception. Logic states I don’t need to bother about the weather. As the weather mostly is a topic for small-talk, I too don’t need it to better my integration in the force.’ ‘Geez, they really hadn’t had human interaction in mind when they build you, had they?’, Gavin sighed and Nines dropped his head minutely. ‘I am a prototype for a soldier unit. They had other tests in mind. Successors could have been outfitted with a rudimentary social module to fight alongside humans if desired.’ Gavin pushed himself forwards and rested his elbows on his knees. ‘Shit, Nines. Okay, back to the weather: Why did your neutral stance suddenly change then?’ ‘Because you like it.’ ‘Oh, and that is important because…?’, he asked. Nines didn’t know what to answer at that, but was saved before his LED could settle on red long enough for the human to notice.

‘We have a new case.’ ‘What?!’ ‘Gavin, we need to move out immediately!’ ‘Wha- Nines, what the hell?’ But he was already on his feet, fetching his jacket from the bench. ‘Hostage situation at a Comerica bank, I got the address. Demands the money the bank denied him as a loan. We are the closest to the scene, but SWAT’s already on their way.’ ‘The hell? I’m not a negotiator and neither are you!’ ‘Connor’s on the way too.’ ‘Goddamnit.’ They ran towards the street outside the park gates right as their police car arrived. Nines jumped behind the wheel and barely had to wait for Gavin to enter after him. The human immediately fastened his seatbelt and grabbed for something to hold onto, because Nines’ driving style could be described as wild at best. It wasn’t reckless, as the android calculated every manoeuvre to the millisecond, but still Gavin had his reasons to normally be the one behind the wheel.

Nines put on the sirens and left the side of the road with squeaking tires. Weaving through traffic at dangerous speeds, they arrived in less than ten minutes at the bank.

They had taken their first steps towards the building, as someone shouted out to them: ‘Stop right there!’ Through the glass doors they could see into the lobby, where not one but two people stood. One of them kept watch over the civilians cowering on the floor, while the other one held one hostage at gunpoint. Nines immediately scanned the situation, then tapped Gavin on the arm. ‘That’s good. Not another step, or I’ll blow his brain out!’ Gavin tensed, but Nines just removed his own hand from his pistol. ‘No, you won’t. This gun is fake, you purchased it from a toy store.’

Gavin frowned and looked up at Nines. But apparently, the android was right, as the two cursed, threw their plastic guns away and made a run for it the exact same moment, SWAT arrived. Gavin sighed, then began to pursue them, followed close by Nines. The two wannabe-bank-robbers were fast and knew the area, turning corners on them and even gaining on them until they got to a long straight stretch of road. Nines extrapolated their paths and as soon as he saw the car, he doubled his efforts. The first managed to enter the car, but with one inhuman leap, Nines landed on the hood, causing the first one to freeze in shock and the other one to abort his plan and run. Gavin continued to run after the fleeing man, while Nines started distorting the car doors to effectively trap the man until their backup would have caught up with them.

He ran after Gavin, who was in a far better position at the moment. He would catch up, but this one was likely Gavin’s to arrest. True to it, at the end of the road, Gavin had managed to catch up to him. With one last effort of strength, he leapt forwards, gripping the man by the shoulder and jolting him around. He looked at the Detective, who saw the panic in his eyes and was ready to call it quits by twisting his arm around and making the arrest. Unfortunately this man had been a bit more precarious than his accomplice and had packed a kitchen knife to the toy gun that he produced out of seemingly nowhere. In a reaction coming from panic and mindless self-preservation, the man pushed the knife into Gavin’s chest.

Gavin let go, eyes wide in shock as he saw the handle of it sticking out of his clothes. He wondered why he didn’t feel anything, then the pain set in and made him fall to his knees in a silent, breathless scream. In the distance he heard footsteps, but it didn’t seem to matter when all his eyes could fix on was the handle at his chest. He had been stabbed. Oh shit, he had been stabbed! Suddenly there were hands on him, gently laying him down on the sidewalk. ‘Nines!’, Gavin huffed hoarse. ‘Nines, phck, it hurts, Nines. What- Phck, there’s something inside me, get it out, get it out!’ He tried to grab the handle himself, but his sweaty fingers were caught by Nines’ cold ones. ‘Nines!’, the Detective cried in panic. ‘Nines, please, take it out! I- I’m scared, I- It hurts so much.’ The android’s unmoving face stared back at him, eyes rapidly trailing his body, without doubt analysing something. Good. Nines never made an error. But with the place the knife stuck in… He lifted his head to see the handle, but the android pushed him down again. ‘Nines? Nines, I think it’s in my heart. Phck, Nines, I can feel it. That bastard stabbed me in the heart, I will- Will I die, Nines? I don’t want to die!’ The android’s eyes still scanned him, but now his face contorted and seemed to form an expression for maybe the very first time.

Gavin couldn’t really make out what happened next as his vision faded out when the pain hit hard. Nines must have lifted him up and run back to the police cars, because he found himself lying on the bench in the back of the car. ‘Gavin. Listen. Lay still, make sure the knife stays inside and don’t touch it unless necessary!’ ‘Make sure…’, Gavin slurred, practically feeling the painful outline of the knife inside of him. ‘It stays in?’ ‘Yes! It increases your chance at survival.’ The roar of the engine seemed ten times louder than normally and almost swallowed everything Nines said. It somehow felt as if it would swallow himself, too. Gavin couldn’t focus on anything long enough to sense something, but the pain remained sharp.

He distantly heard the cacophony of sirens, tires, shouts and something that might have been his name. He saw the faceless heads of people and a regular flash of lights. He was moved, he smelled the chemical stench of disinfectant and nitril gloves and somewhere in between the iron taste of blood that made it hard to breathe. Sensations overwhelmed him, let him feel weirdly out of his own body, as if the knife was the only thing keeping his consciousness connected with it. There was a single cold touch to his hand that stood out to him as if it somehow mattered the most in all of this, then everything slipped away to peaceful nothingness.

‘Nines! Nines, are you alright?’, Connor’s voice was detected, but was categorized as a low priority, as his systems were invested in keeping everything at bay that threatened to fry them. Nines’ stress levels had never been this high, and lesser androids would had already self-destructed. Sometimes it was good to be designed as a deviancy-proof model as it meant he could deal with it better than others. Not that Nines could rely on it, he had deviated after all. But he was still here and so were his worries. ‘Nines.’ A hand on his shoulder added to the auditory input and caused him to look up then. ‘Connor.’ ‘Are you okay?’ Nines blinked at this highly illogical question, given that his LED was blinking red ever since he could scan Gavin. ‘Obviously not. I am…’ He thought about his status, not knowing what word could describe it better. ‘I am experiencing a lot of stress at the moment, likely caused by my partner’s injury.’ ‘I know, I wanted to know what you are feeling.’ Nines didn’t answer. How could he? He was never meant to… feel. He wasn’t programmed to detect feelings neither in himself nor in others. And even if he knew his internal status and what exactly was different to normal, he didn’t know how to express it.

‘Cold’, he tried, even though that had to be a malfunction as his components were running dangerously hot, one after the other. ‘I am under a lot of stress and I… When I scanned Gavin, he had a thirty percent survival rate. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was down to twenty-two. As he was rushed to the operation room, it had dropped to eleven point three. I can only imagine how detrimental the removal of the knife will be to his expectation. It… It would be detrimental to my efficiency if he died.’ ‘He will make it’, Connor tried. ‘Unlike machines, humans are resilient. Working up to a hundred years without maintenance, regenerating from life threatening conditions and constantly fighting against other organisms that would be detrimental to them. Gavin is… particularly resilient if you so will. You did what you could do. Now you have to wait and let the other humans save him.’ ‘The chances are slim he will survive.’ ‘Just because it is unlikely, doesn’t mean it is impossible’, Connor smiled at him. Nines looked at him and for the first time wished he knew how to smile like that. Maybe then the last thing Gavin had seen wouldn’t be the faces of strangers and machines. It tipped his stress levels even higher.

‘Nines. Nines, listen to me. You have to calm down. Otherwise I would have to shut you down right now so Gavin has a partner to get back to when he survives this!’ But Nines couldn’t calm down when he didn’t even know what was causing this. It should have been a simple analysis, a simple cause of action: Get Gavin to a hospital as soon as possible and take every action in his power to ensure his survival. Now he had to wait. He shouldn’t be this stressed. He should be fine. But something messed with his systems, some processes that took logic away from him and left him in chaos. When the offer of an interface came up, Nines took it as if it was his only salvation.

He was hurled into his “zen garden” – an empty mesh of an engine housing his avatar. Red error messages were popping up all around him, almost forming a cage around him making him fall to the ground. After a short loading sequence, Connor appeared next to him, quickly rushing to him helping him up. Only then he looked around at the error messages. ‘RA9, Nines, I told you to copy mine, this is creepy’, he muttered, then started brushing a few away, taking over Nines systems without the other android even trying to intervene. The older RK managed to quarantine some of the more destructive sequences, then loaded his own zen garden as a means of comfort.

He was quickly met with a storm, rain pressing down on them and thunder crashing over the artificial sky. ‘Hell, Nines, you really aren’t okay at all…’ He pulled Nines to the central pavilion to get out of the rain and helped him sit down. ‘Nines. You have to tell me how you feel. All of it.’ ‘I don’t want him to die!’, Nines shouted out, now that Connor’s self-analysing protocols bled through the connection and made his inner turmoil somewhat clearer. ‘I need him, and I want him to come back, I…’ He looked up at Connor, his avatar’s face far more expressive as his real body could be. He looked desperate, but also shocked at the realisation. ‘I love him…’ ‘You love him?’, Connor asked, expecting almost anything but his younger brother, who hadn’t been designed to interact with humans at all, to fall in love.

‘I… I wondered why I always felt warm around him. I thought it was a malfunction, but as temperature is irrelevant for me, I disregarded it. He made my thorium pump race whenever we were close, but we mostly get close to each other on missions, so I chalked it up to the stress. I… Now it feels as if I froze over and as if my pump beats only to sustain me with the minimum. I’m… afraid? Is that the right description?’ Connor nodded and held him close as the thunder rumbled around them. ‘It’s okay to be afraid. I wouldn’t know how I would react were Hank to almost die. I can only imagine how it feels for you. You were never really confronted with such stressors.’ ‘I want it to end. I want Gavin to come back.’ ‘He will.’ ‘How can you be so sure?’ Connor looked at him. Telling him how Gavin was an ambitious asshole that was simply too stubborn to die so easily, wouldn’t help, so he just sighed and held his brother while keeping his systems stable. ‘Experience.’

- The surgery took eight hours. Only then Connor dared to close the interface and listen as the doctor explained to Nines what they had done. The smile on the woman’s face let Nines’ stress levels sink almost as much as the message itself had: Gavin was stable and had been taken to the CCU to be observed as he woke up. Of course Nines wasn’t accepting that fact until he had seen it for himself and the doctor reluctantly send him a nurse to take him there.

As he entered the room, his pump stocked. Gavin lied there in a dimmed room, a respiratory tube still in his throat and hooked up to several monitoring machines. But his chest was rising and falling, and the heart monitor was beeping steadily. ‘You can wait here for him to wake up. He won’t be able to speak with the tube, but if everything works out, we will remove it after a few hours. Call us if you need anything.’ ‘Can I-‘ Nines felt bad for asking as he was saying it, but now he had already begun, he could as well continue. ‘Can I hold his hand?’ ‘Of course. Don’t touch his chest, but I believe it will help him a great deal waking up with it.’ She gave him an honest smile and Nines hurried over, pulling himself a chair and gripping Gavin’s hand immediately. Maybe with a bit too much pressure, but Nines couldn’t help it. Fixed on his face, guarding his vital signs, his fingers soon relaxed and moved to his wrist to monitor his pulse himself. It finally let him relax. His heart was beating. His heart was beating slowly and steadily. He was alive. His human was alive.

Warnings he had disregarded until now popped up and Nines noticed how bad his condition had been before. He would have to thank Connor later. Maybe for more than only keeping his systems up and running. He looked at Gavin’s closed eyes, then to the scar on his nose, eyes brushing past the tube in his mouth to the huge reddened stitched cut on his chest. It was strange to think it had never occurred to him before that what he had deemed malfunctions could have been social protocols his deviancy had gifted him with during his adaption to life without a purpose. He loved Gavin. It was a strange word to use, but what was it but a declaration for complex actions of his body he wasn’t able to control? He loved him. He couldn’t wait to tell him.

He had to wait half an hour – a both endless time and gone in the blink of an eye. At once, regular breathing changed to one longer inhale, then eyes slowly slid open, sluggishly rolling around taking in his surroundings. They closed again Nines felt Gavin’s hand gripping his unconsciously. The human’s brows furrowed then, and he looked at his side. He tried to speak, but the tube muffled it into incomprehensible gibberish. ‘I’m here’, Nines said anyways. ‘You are at the hospital. You were stabbed.’ He had to stop Gavin’s free hand from trailing where the knife had stuck in his chest and held it too. ‘I took you here. The doctors performed surgery right away. You are okay. You are stable, now your body just has to heal.’

Gavin pressed his head into the pillow and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Nines didn’t know what to do and imitated what Connor had done with him a while ago. He started brushing his thumb over his knuckles and if his skin retracted, he told himself it was a malfunction of recreating the scene. ‘The nurse said the tube will be removed soon if everything is alright. I… I have to tell you something then.’ Gavin frowned at him then, but Nines tried his horrible recreation of a forced smile and the human relaxed.

Two hours later, Nines had to step back as the nurses did the check-up on Gavin, inspecting the incision for infection and removing the tube, helping him to cough without irritating his wound and giving him some water for his dried out throat. After leaving a set of clothes, they left the room and Nines moved closer again, taking Gavin’s hand without hesitation. ‘You are a goddamn lifesaver, toaster’, the human whispered hoarsely at him, but smiled afterwards. ‘Never going to let me live that down, eh?’ Nines just watched him motionless. ‘You wanted to tell me something?’ The android nodded and scanned Gavin once again. ‘I love you’, he admitted quietly. ‘You…’ ‘I loved you for a while. I only noticed now because- My systems registered malfunctions that were gone as you were in danger of dying. I… I were short of self-destructing as Connor came to help. He helped me and I realised I… I loved you.’

Gavin stared at him and Nines was awkwardly made aware that until recently they hadn’t even been real work partners, much less time they had spent as friends. Maybe- ‘Nines?’ He looked up and silently waited for Gavin to continue. ‘I can’t sit up yet, so I have you to come lean forwards.’ Confused, Nines did so, asking himself what Gavin was planning. The Detective huffed a laugh as Nines had simply leaned straight forwards, hovering over his face. He couldn’t really reach his goal from there, but he just shrugged and took what he could.

Nines recoiled slightly, as he was kissed on the point of his nose. He was still processing as Gavin giggled and had to stop with a wince, as the movement pulled at his wound. ‘You got the message?’, he whispered and coughed. ‘I…’ Nines felt the heat coming back into his chest and sensed his pump running faster. On top of it, his synthetic skin glitched and turned blue around his cheeks. ‘I think I do.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #I'm always amazed at medicine like holy shit the research for this one was amazing #Like I have theoretic knowledge of this stuff as a biologist but I can only say how it works dissect it and compare it to other stuff #But medicine can repair all that I'm always blown away by that #like you can even survive when it's pulled out if you get qualified medical assistance in 3-5 minutes #but I guess you would have to be stabbed in the waiting room of the hospital for that one #Still cool

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years

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we decided to watch all story cutscenes from the new resident evil village videogame on a whim, since it’s not really our cup of tea gameplay-wise but seems to be this massive zeitgeist moment that made us morbidly curious. And I know how much everyone cares about my thoughts on things I know very little about, so. let’s get into it huh gamers. and yeah spoilers?

for context, I’ve only played resident evil 4 and a small portion of 5. I also read the wikipedia entry for 7’s plot recently. all this to say I was only vaguely aware of how tonally wacky the series was going in

I also completely gave up following the plot of the mutagens’ soap opera, so that paid off in spades here as you might imagine

anyway so that baby in the intro. that baby’s head is just massive. humongous toddlerdome. when ethan finds the baby’s head in a jar later on. there is no way that head would fit into that jar. bad game design. no not even game design. basic stuff. one hundred years in prison for jar modeler

if I see a single functional hetero marriage in video games I will cry tears of joy. I understand their misery is kind of The Point irt them badly working through the hillbilly romp trauma but like. sheesh. at least set that up as an emotional story goal the plot will help resolve. but nope they start off miserable and it goes nowhere

I know I know the mia thing has a huge wrinkle in it but like. not really in terms of dramatic function?? set up a happy end to the re7 nightmare (miranda can keep up appearances for all she cares) and then take that all away from angry griffin mcelroy for manpain. it will still absolutely work to set up the dramatic forward momentum. why throw in this cliche Hollywood Tension in their marriage if you’re not going to address it oh maybe because it’s normalized as automatically interesting because nuclear families are a self-propagating pit of a very narrow chance at emotional happiness relying on social stigma to preserve their empty function oops my baggage slipped in yikes abort mission

I called him griffin mcelroy because I saw his face on twitter and. yeah. I will continue to do this occasionally. my house my rules

... fuck the reason I’m hung up on this is specifically because the rest of the game is so tonally dexterous (which is a shining point to me! more on that later!), and yet they felt weirdly compelled to create the aesthetic trapping of a family-at-odds trope without following it through too well. a sign of both the good and the bad stuff to come

but listen the real reason why I wanted to talk about any of this is to nitpick the fascinating backwards-engineered nucleus of the entire thing; in that this game essentially creates a melting pot of just SO many disparate horror tropes and then makes a no-holds-barred unhinged effort at weaving thick lore to piece them all together. it is truly a sight to behold. like straight up you got your backwoods fright night situation, your gothic castle vampires, your rural-industrial werewolves, and don’t forget your bloated swamp monsters over there, with then a hard left turn into robotic body horror, and the entire ass subgenre of Creepy Doll writ large, and the bloodborne tentacle monsters, and a hellboy angel bossfight, which rides on the coattails of a mech-on-mech pacific rim bonanza, and just jesus henry christ slow down

almost all of these are textural hijack jobs that don’t really get into the metaphor plain of any of those settings but the game sort-of makes an argument that the texture IS the point and revels in it. It is kind of admirable almost. The same reason why the intro felt boxed in and unmotivated is also why the rest of the game just blasts off of its hinges to the point of complete and self-indulgent tonal abandon. I kinda loved that about it. lady dimitrescu made sure to hold her hat down as she bent forward in mahogany doorways and then suddenly she’s a giant gore dragon and you settle in your temp role as dark souls man with Gun to take her ass down. Excellent??

this rhino rampage impulse to gobble up every horror aesthetic known to man comes to head when the game wrestles with its FPS trappings in what is the most hilarious solution in creating visceral player damage moments. Since most cinematics and the entire game is in first person, that leaves precious little real estate for the devs to work with if they really want to sell griffin’s physical crucible. To wit. This dude’s forearms. Specifically just the forearms. They are MASSACRED throughout the story. The poor man lives out the silent hill dimension of a hand model. by the end cutscene he looks like a neatly dressed desk clerk who had decided to stick both his grabbers into garbage disposal grinders just a few hours prior. like in addition to everything else it manages to rope in that tinge of slapstick violence into its general grievous genre collection except this time it IS for a lack of trying! truly incredible

but wait his miracle clawbacks from everything his poor paws go through are retroactively explained away, yes, but far too vaguely and far too late to console me as I sat and watched everyone’s favorite baby brother reattach an entirely severed hand to his wrist stump by just. placing it on there. and giving it a lil twist ‘n pop terminator-style. and then willing his fingers back into motion right in front of my bulging eyes. this game just does not care. it does not give a shit. and boy howdy will it work to make that into one of its strongest suits

cause generally speaking resident evil was THE premiere vanilla zombie content destinaysh for like a decade, right? and as the rest of the world and mainstream media started encroaching and bloodying its blue ocean it went and just exploded in every single conceivable horror trope direction like a smilodon on catnip. truly, genuinely fascinating franchise moves

yeah the big vampire milf is hot. other news; grass... green. although I do love the implication that her closet is just identical white dresses on a rack. cartoon network-level queen shit

apropos of nothing I’ve said there’s also this hobo dante-devimaycry-magneto man, and I can’t believe this sentence makes sense. anyway he made that “boulder-punching asshole” joke referring to chris redfield and it was probably the only easter egg that really landed for me and boy did it land hard. I have not seen him punch the boulder in re5, mind. I had only heard about how funny it is from friends. and here this dude was, probably in the same exact mindset as me, trying to grapple with that insane mental image. with you on that ian mckellen, loud and clear

I advocate vehemently against the shallow pursuit of hyper photorealism in art direction but I gotta admit it works really in favor of immersive horror like this. the european village shacks especially gave me super unchill flashbacks to my rural countryside retreat in western georgia. I could smell the linoleum dude. not cool

faces are weird in this game. can’t place it. nice textures, good animation, but the modeling template is... uuh strange? and the hair. it has that clustered-flat-clumpy look that harkens to something very specific and unpleasant but I just don’t know what. sue me

griffin’s mental aptitude to take all this shit in stride and end every seemingly traumatizing bossfight involving some fucking eldritch being yet unseen through mortal eyes by essentially throwing out an MCU quip is just. What the fuck dude? I mean that was funny how you casually yelled the f-word at a god damn werewolf that you considered a fairy tale an hour ago but are you like, all right?? it was swinging a sledgehammer the size of a bus at you, ethan

oh oh the vampires are afraid of cold and your last name is winters. I get it haha

Pro Gamer Nitpick: boss fights seemed a bit unnecessarily long?? idk why the youtuber we picked decided the ENTIRE propeller man fight counted towards the vital story scenes he was stitching together, but man mr big daddy lite there really had some get up and go huh??

why are they saying dimitrescu.. like that. is it really how you say that word or is the english language relapsing into its fetish for ending every single word with a consonant at all costs

I’m not saying it’s a dramatic miss of a twist in context of all that’s going on, but the “you died in the last game actually and have been DC’s clayface ever since” revelation is low-key. it’s. it’s just funny to me, I dont know what to say. century-old god-witch fails her evil plan after she mistakenly removes heart from what was definitely NOT just some white guy with eight fingers after all

chris realizing he’s about to become the player character and immediately swapping out his tsundere trenchcoat for the muscletight sex haver sweater

the little bluetooth speaker-sized pipe bomb he taped to his knife was nuclear?? really??? I must have missed something because that is just too good. I buy it though I totally buy it. chris just got them fun-sized nukes in his car trunk for, you guessed it, Situations

anyway this is all for now just wanted to briefly touch on how unexpectedly funny and tonally irreverent this seemingly serious game turned out to be. did not articulate any cathartic story beats whatsoever but my god it had fun connecting those plot points. he just fucking put his severed hand back on his stump and it Just Worked todd howard get in here

#text #another one in my bulleted review series with no rhyme or reason #sorry resident evil fans this could be a painful read pls turn away #i know almost nothing about it but i am gonna be super fake familiar and critical of this one hey ho

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hi so i was Thinking about the yi city crew (as you do) and i was wondering: under slightly different circumstances in which xxc realizes xy's identity right when he finds him in the ditch (and there are many ways that could happen honestly), would things still go well for them?

because on the one hand, 1) xxc would never leave a severely wounded person to die and 2) xxc is cannonically fine with crime as long as you're cute (a-qing and the vegetable stall moment with xy), which can result in a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers situation (good luck for everyone involved when song lan arrives and realizes his best friend and ex boyfriend slept with the guy who killed his temple)

but on the other hand, when xxc finds xy in the ditch he's just had a very, VERY nasty breakup with his boyfriend because of the hooligan currently lying in the ditch so????

AND it all relies on whether or not xy knows that xxc knows who he is, me thinks, so???????

what? are your thots? on this?

my initial thought is “this sounds like a fantastic au and I know I’m not the only one who thinks so because I have seen a couple variants of this on ao3, some of which I’ve read and others of which I haven’t.”

because yeah, this is one of those ones where Xiao Xingchen like. runs headlong into a moral dilemma. because you’re right! he can’t leave him to die, that is just...not something he can do. actively cannot make that one work with his sense of what is right and just. so his first instinct would be, I think, to keep him alive, nurse him back to health (while keeping him carefully under guard and probably restrained) and then remand him to an authority for punishment.

but also...at this point especially Xiao Xingchen’s ability to have faith in people in authority is pretty dented if not actively gone (after what he saw happen with the Jin, and in CQL verse you could even count the failure of the Nie to keep track of him), and there’s also something that doesn’t sit quite right with him, I think, about healing someone only to turn them in for probable execution, that feels - weird, and kind of bad, and hypocritical, almost? because of course that’s how things work, that’s the machinery of justice, but also...he’s seen that the “justice” of cultivation society can be a farce, and would I think be concerned about giving Xue Yang over to anyone not a cultivator, out of concern that he’d wiggle out of it.

so maybe he should just take him directly there? but that also feels weird, and kind of bad, because if he’s going to do that is that any better than just letting him die to begin with? who does it really serve to turn his death over to someone else in an active sense when the end is the same, and he will have done nothing either to harm or to help. sometimes inaction is better than action.

but leaving someone to die.

anyway I think ultimately because he’s having a Hard Time making a decision he’s like “okay well I can’t...do the leaving him to die thing so I guess I deal with that first and then figure it out???” and I do not think he would keep it from Xue Yang when Xue Yang comes around that he knows what’s up. at this point I don’t think he would want to, because he’s trying to make an informed decision and he feels like part of that informed decision is making sure everyone present knows what’s going on. and also he’s kind of hoping I think that Xue Yang will say or do something that will make things clearer for him.

which...Xue Yang doesn’t. obviously. Xue Yang is not here to make things easier for anyone! and he is especially not going to make it easier for Xiao Xingchen when he is in a position of vulnerability in front of an enemy, no thank you. if this is the end of the road he’s going to make it as unpleasant as possible. and even if he is probably severely limited in what he can actually do physically (between being hurt, having been thoroughly disarmed, and probably restrained as well), he can still talk! and boy can Xue Yang talk.

and I think there are two possibilities here.

(a) he goes for provocation. if he’s going down - and it’s pretty clear he’s going down, to Xue Yang’s eyes! - then Xiao Xingchen is goddamn well going to do it himself. no magistrates, no great sects, if you want him dead, Daozhang, then make it you who does it. which means digging into Xiao Xingchen’s wounds as hard as possible in order to piss him off, which he can be pretty good at since he left most of them! and there’s so many easy possibilities. he can go after Xiao Xingchen’s failure to help Song Lan, the fact that Song Lan got fucked up because of him. he can go after how Xiao Xingchen can never go home because he was stupid and naive and shouldn’t have come down to begin with. he can go after how Xiao Xingchen didn’t stop him before so really, isn’t it his fault that he got a chance to kill more people, and trust me, Xiao-daozhang, I’ve killed a lot of people-

whether this works or not is an open question. I think it could go either way, honestly - Xiao Xingchen is pretty stubborn and it’ll be pretty obvious, probably, what Xue Yang is trying to do, and he doesn’t want to be directly responsible for killing another human being (hypocrite, coward, Xue Yang says, you’ll just be indirectly responsible, is that better?). he’s had some time to think and that means he’s less likely to make impulsive or emotional decisions.

on the other hand, Xue Yang is really good at provoking people and knows exactly where to hit to get a reaction.

the other possibility, though, is

(b) Xue Yang’s sense of self-preservation wins out. Xiao Xingchen hasn’t killed him yet. Xiao Xingchen is soft-hearted and weak and moral and doesn’t want to kill someone.

and he can work with that. he can push the angle that he’s just going to be responsible for Xue Yang’s death anyway if he turns him over to someone else, and how is that better, how is that any different? why bother patching him up in the first place if that’s how it’s going to go?

he can push the angle of having seen the error of his ways because look, his bad actions came to a bad end, isn’t that sad, betrayed by his own masters, etc. etc. this is not Xue Yang’s strong point - performing remorse is not something he does - but he could make an effort. connected to this, he can push Xiao Xingchen on how it’s not going to fix anything, sure, he’ll be dead but what changes, everything is still fucked, so really what’s the point. alive he can - uh, what’s the word - atone for his wickedness and, you know. help people. that shit.

he can go for time. play weak, keep stringing Xiao Xingchen along looking for an opportunity, putting off the reckoning until he figures a way out, and he’s pretty good at finding those.

lots of possible ways to go with that. all of them absolutely cynical and selfish and designed to play on Xiao Xingchen’s vulnerabilities - and later on, as he recognizes it, his loneliness and need for companionship.

and that’s where the slow-burn enemies to lovers comes in. which would be a lot messier and harder and probably more fucked up than in canon, because at least to start with it would almost certainly be Xue Yang taking advantage of Xiao Xingchen’s loneliness and playing him accordingly, but - as evidenced in canon! - it is perilously easy for Xue Yang to slip into whoops feelings.

Xiao Xingchen in this would be the harder one. because there is so much baggage there, and hurt, and his guard is up in a way it isn’t in canon, and he’s very much more cognizant of the danger he’s in, the danger a-Qing is in, the risk he’s taking.

but Xiao Xingchen is also lonely, and does want to believe the best of people as a general rule, and it’s very hard to be constantly vigilant, particularly when the threat comes from a sweeter direction than anticipated.

because Xiao Xingchen is expecting Xue Yang to try to escape, or try to hurt him or a-Qing, or try to hurt someone else. he’s not expecting him to try to get closer.

anyway I’ve now effectively talked myself into another longform Yi City AU and. jotting this one down I guess. fuck.

#tootiredtoosadtooangry #conversating #long post for ts #xue yang #xiao xingchen #xuexiao #but yeah song lan's not gonna be happy when he shows up #and there's a lot of bad ways this could go at this point #i wouldn't want it to but hoo boy it feels like a fix-it is...unlikely #aggressively headcanons #the sad queer cultivators show

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