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vettelsvee · 5 months ago

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THIS IS ALL MY FAULT | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x platonic!photographer!reader

based on this request: Okay! So after watching the run Sebastian organized at Imola, I has the idea of reader being someone that works for him (not sure what for though) maybe getting really sick for running in the rain that day, which ends up with Sebastian feeling guilty over it. It’s a silly idea, really, but I think it has a lot of potential to vibes similar to what Sebastian seems to have with the drivers, kind of playing dad to the grid 🥺.

summary: you work as a photographer during the forever senna tribute seb prepared, but you end up being sick

word count: 1618

warnings: none of them really! seb feeling guilty because he thinks reader got sick because of him.

a/n: I'm finally back! sorry for not posting at all during all this past month, university has had me really stressed but I'm finally free from it until september! idk if this is actually something well written because i haven't written anything for a month! also, hope you anon like this even it's definitely crap 😭

The rain kept falling on the circuit, but that wasn't such an excuse for Sebastian and his team to cancel what they had been working on for months.

The run that the retired driver had decided to organize on Thursday not only with Formula 1 drivers, but also with those from Formula 2 and 3, and even other members of the sport, in honor of Ayrton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger, was more than perfect. It was an absolute success. And Sunday, when Vettel would drive the car that once belonged to the Brazilian pilot who died 30 years ago on that same circuit, hadn't even arrived yet.

You had been busy taking photos of everything, as you were Sebastian's official photographer. Now, you were gathering all the equipment you had used because the cold you were enduring was barely bearable. You had been out in the rain all day, following Seb wherever he went, which had made you feel increasingly worse. Now, your hands couldn't stop shaking, and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of the team members asked.

"Yes, of course," you replied with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit cold. I'll be back to be the same me as soon as we get back to the hotel."

The man nodded, not wanting to press you further despite not being very convinced by your words after seeing your completely pale face.

You decided to continue with your work, ignoring anyone who approached you to exchange even the slightest word. You tried to ignore the growing headache, the fatigue, and the tightness in your chest, which seemed to be worsening. Although the rain had stopped and you were in one of the garages, the sky remained dark.

You were surprised to see Sebastian, still wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, just a few meters away from you. You shook your head, trying not to pay attention, and certainly not to worry. He was just your "boss," so to speak, and he was old enough to know what he needed to do to avoid getting sick. Well, he also had Britta, who was like a second mother to him.

A sharp pain pierced your temples. You staggered slightly, and if it hadn't been for your momentum making you lean your back against the wall behind you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"For God's sake, Y/N, you look terrible," he said as calmly as he could, though you could sense his nerves in his tone of voice. "You should go and have a rest. Like… now."

"Seb, we still have a lot to do. It's not just packing up the equipment, but also transferring the photos to the computer, editing them, then preparing the posts for you Instagram account..."

"Y/N, I love your work, but you've done more than enough for today," he interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, running his fingers carefully over it. "Now, I'll talk to Britta and we'll assign it to someone who knows what they're doing, okay?"

For a moment, you considered protesting, reproaching him that this was your job, and that's why he wanted you on his team since shortly before leaving Aston Martin, but the way he looked at you made you stop. He seemed worried, very worried. That's why you ended up not only reluctantly accepting but also letting him guide you to a nearby chair.

"Stay here. I'll bring you something warm."

As you watched Seb walk away, you sighed, managing to relax somehow. You saw him enter the Red Bull hospitality, and you assumed it was where he felt most comfortable. A few minutes later, you saw the blonde with two small steaming cardboard cups. As he reached your height, he offered you one of them.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup and taking a sip. Chocolate, something you loved, and Seb knew it perfectly.

"Do you promise you'll go back to the hotel as soon as you finish your hot chocolate?"

"I promise," you assured him. "But I can't promise that..."

"Y/N, just no work for today," he cut in, seeing that you weren't going to fulfill what you had promised. "I want you to spend today and tomorrow resting. Sunday will be a tough day for us. You can do it, at least for me, or am I wrong?"

You nodded your head as if you were seven years old again. You knew you were going to rest as much as you could in your hotel room, but that didn't mean you weren't going to do anything. As you had already planned, you were obviously going to continue with your work. You couldn't disappoint Sebastian, not on such an important weekend like this.

[...]

Sebastian accompanied you to the door of your room, and despite having exchanged a couple of messages with you on Friday, having let you rest all afternoon and part of Saturday morning, and having agreed that you would come to a meeting room in the hotel at 12pm on Saturday to finalize the details of tomorrow's tribute, he didn't see you there.

"Have you seen Y/N?" he asked Britta directly, a little distressed. "She told me she would come with no doubt."

"And she did come," the ex-pilot's PR commented, "but I sent her back to her room as soon as I saw her shivering. Her forehead was burning, and she said she had a slight fever. It wasn’t just a slight fever, Seb," Britta assured him.

The man nodded but became even more worried. Quickly bidding farewell to Roeske, he headed towards your room. He saw the door slightly ajar, possibly your mistake. He knocked softly before entering, and the sight that greeted his eyes made him feel bad instantly.

You were curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably. You had a small towel on your forehead with cold water to see if you could control your body temperature since you couldn't take your medicine again until the corresponding hours had passed, which was already the next day.

Your face was completely flushed, and your breathing was labored.

As soon as you realized Seb's presence, your eyes welled up with tears. You tried to force a smile, but all that came out were tears from how bad you felt not only for Seb to see you like this but also for ruining something so important.

"Seb... You didn't have to come," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

"Of course, I did! Don't be ridiculous!" he responded quickly, sitting beside you. He placed a hand on your forehead and realized Britta was right. "My God, Y/N, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so bad?"

"I... didn't want to worry you," you admitted between tears of frustration and exhaustion. "Tomorrow is an important day. You need to be resting to give your best tomorrow. There are people who have come just for you, Seb, you can't let them down."

You noticed him tense a bit at the mention. His lips curved, and his jaw tightened. He took a deep breath and took your hand almost without thinking.

"This is my fault..." he whispered softly. He seemed overwhelmed with guilt, and much of it. You cursed yourself for making him think that when it was all really your fault. "Nothing is more important than your health, Y/N. I'm so sorry, really..."

"Seb, it's okay, really. These things happen; it's completely normal. There's probably someone else like me..."

His silence was the response you partly expected, but it didn't hurt until you saw him shake his head.

"I just wanted to give my best so that the photos would turn out perfect and you would have content worthy of all the work you've put into this..." was all you could say.

"You're already the best, Y/N," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "In fact, you're so perfect that you should stop being so perfect to start worrying more about yourself. And since you don't worry about yourself... let me do it for you, okay?"

Although you didn't agree with him and didn't believe you deserved his praise, you were too weak to argue.

Sebastian stayed with you all day, including the night. He made sure you were as comfortable as possible, brought you water, and soaked the cold cloth in water to lower your fever as soon as possible, miraculously something that worked. He didn't leave your side, not even when you had a coughing fit or sneezed without covering your mouth.

Your fever began to lower in the late hours of that day. Your breath calmed down, and the color seemed to return to your cheeks. Seb sighed with relief, quickly hugging you while continuously placing small kisses on your face and playing with your hair, making you laugh incessantly.

After ordering room service for dinner, since your appetite seemed to have returned, you fell asleep, at least apparently. To avoid disturbing you, Seb went from lying down next to you to reclining on a sofa next to the bed. His eyes were heavy with tiredness, but that didn't stop him from staying alert in case you needed his help.

"Rest, Y/N," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before caressing it. "I guess I'll have to take you out to dinner for the damages I caused."

You smiled at the last thing Seb had said, grateful that every time you got sick, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, and wishing that what Seb had said was true.

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utilitycaster · 8 months ago

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Daggerheart Character Build thoughts!

I am actually out at work and haven't checked the version that's since come out, but I did participate in the character build beta, and the NDA is officially lifted, so here's my thoughts from that! It's definitely limited since I just made a L1 character and didn't go through gameplay, though I surmise about some aspects of gameplay.

Overall, it clearly seems to be made by people who love a lot of things about D&D 5e but wanted both more flexibility and more simplicity, which is difficult. I think they succeed.

To that end, it takes away some of the crunchier aspects (precise positioning, exact amounts of gold) and I think for some people that will be a problem, and that's valid, but ultimately this game wants to both allow for interesting mechanics in and out of combat while also not being terribly math/map/resource management heavy. It is a hard line to walk; most systems either go hard crunch or go entirely gooey.

The dice mechanic (2d12, Hope and Fear system) is fantastic; look it up but I think it handles mixed successes more gracefully and interestingly than a lot of games.

The playtest was not super clear on armor and evasion choices (or indeed what evasion means; it seems to be sort of initiative but sort of dex save, or maybe more like the Pathfinder/old school D&D varying ACs by scenario?). It was much, MUCH clearer than D&D on weapon choices (part of why I play casters? Weapon rules in D&D are annoying and poorly explained and many people rightfully ignore them) so I'm hoping this becomes clear when there's a full guide rather than just the character creation info.

The character creation questions by class were fantastic and in general, and this is a theme, this feels like it guides people towards collaboration. FWIW I feel like D&D has that information, but the way it's presented is very much as flavor text rather than a thing you should be doing. Daggerheart makes this a much more core part of creation. The Experience mechanic is particularly clear: you better be working with your GM and really thinking about background, rather than slapping it on as a mechanic.

The other side of character creation questions is that it really encourages engagement with the class, which is something I've talked about. I think either subversion for the sake of subversion, or picking a class for the mechanics and aesthetic but not the fundamental concept, will be much harder to justify in Daggerheart, and I think that's a good thing because when people do that, their characters tend to be weaker.

The downtime is designed for you to write hurt/comfort fanfic about and this is a compliment. There are a number of mechanics that reward RP, particularly one of the healing mechanics under the Splendor track. I feel like a weakness of D&D is that when you try to reward RP it's really nebulous because there's not actually a ton of space to put that - you can give inspiration, but, for example, the empathy domain Matt homebrewed actually feels kind of off because it's based on such fuzzy concepts amid mechanics that are usually more rigid. Daggerheart comes off as much cleaner yet still RP-focused, and I'm excited to see it in action.

A judgement of Candela and I suppose Daggerheart might be that it's designed for actual play. I've mentioned before that I know people who are super into the crunch and combat and numbers of TTRPGs and are less story-oriented, and again, that's valid, but actual play is just storytelling using a ttrpg and so yes, a game that encourages RP while also having mechanics to support that and influence it is an extremely good goal. I am not an actual player, but I do like D&D games with a good plot and not just Go Kill Monsters, and I want to play this. (I also have some real salty thoughts about how if you modify an existing game for AP purposes that's staggering genius apparently, but if you make your own game how dare you but that's another post).

And now, the classes/subclasses. I am going to sort of use D&D language to describe them because that's a point of reference most people reading this will understand, but they are not one-to-one. A couple notes: everyone can use weapons and armor. HP is not totally clear to me but it seems to be threshold based - everyone has the same HP to start but people have different thresholds and armor, so the tank classes have the same amount of HP but are much harder to actually do damage to.

All classes are built on a combination of a subclass and two domains. There are 9 classes and 9 domains. This technically means that if you wanted to fuck around and homebrew you could make up to 36 classes (27 additional) by just grabbing two domains that weren't otherwise combined, which is fun to consider for the potential. Anyway I cover the classes and briefly describe domains within them. You can take any domain card within your domain, regardless of subclass.

There are six stats. Presence, Instinct, Knowledge, and Strength map roughly to Charisma, Wisdom, Intelligence, and Strength. Dex is split into Agility and Finesse; Agility covers gross motor skills (jumping, most ranged weapons, "maneuvering") and Finesse finer ones (lockpicking and tinkering, though also it does cover hiding). The really big wins are first, no CON score, so you don't need to sink stat points into something that grants no skills but keeps you alive. The second one is that the "hybrid" classes spellcast from their physical stat. This is fucking fantastic. The thing about ranger or paladin or the spellcasting subclasses of rogue and fighter in D&D is that if you don't roll pretty well you're locked into the core stats and CON and nothing else. (This also doesn't have rolling for stats: you assign +2 to one stat, presumably your main, and then distribute two +1s, two 0s, and one -1.)

Your HP, Evasion, and Thresholds are set by class, and there's a core ability; the rest is all from the cards you take for subclass and domain.

Leveling up is very much based on taking more domain cards (abilities) but has a certain degree of flexibility. It's by chunks: in leveling up anywhere levels 2-4, you can, for example, increase your proficiency by +1 once, so if you wanted to do that at level 2 but your fellow player wanted to wait until level 4 and take something else at level 2 instead, they could. It allows for more min-maxing, but also everyone has the same level up rules and differs only in the abilities on the cards, which is very cool.

Bard: Grace (enchantment spells) and Codex (learned spellcaster stuff; the spells available are definitely arcane in vibes) based, Presence is your main stat. The two subclasses map roughly to lore-style stuff and eloquence. Core class ability is sort of like inspiration but not entirely. It's a bard; I like bards a lot, and this is very similar vibes-wise to your D&D bards. If you like D&D bards you will like this.

Druid: Sage (nature spells) and Arcana (raw magical power spellcaster stuff), Instinct is your spellcasting/main stat. The two subclasses are elemental but frankly cooler than circle of the moon, and a more healing/tranquility of nature focused one. I really think Marisha probably gave feedback on this one, because the elemental version is really strong. You do get beastform; it is quite similar to a D&D druid under a different system, as the bard, but the beastform options are, frankly, better and easier to understand.

Guardian: Valor (melee tank/damager) and Blade (damage). Strength based for the most part (Valor mechanics assume strength) though you could go for like, +2 Agility +1 Strength to start. This is barbarian but like. 20 times better. It is, fundamentally, a tank class, and it is very good at it, with one even more tank-focused subclass and one that is more about retaliatory damage. You do have a damage-halving ability once per day, but really guardian's questions are incredible. I think Travis and Ashley likely gave feedback. Also rage doesn't render you incapable of concentration as that doesn't seem to be a thing, so multiclassing seems way more possible (you are, I think, only allowed to do one multiclass, and not until you reach level 5 minimum, which I am in favor of). Yes, you can be a Bardian.

Ranger: This is what I built! It is based on Sage and Bone (movement around the field/dodging stuff) and it is Agility-based, including for spellcasting, which is a MASSIVE help (as is, again, the fact that CON isn't a thing.) The subclasses are basically being really good at navigation, or animal companion. Most importantly to me you can be a ranger with a longsword and you are not penalized; Bone works with either ranged weapons or melee.

Rogue: Midnight (stealth/disguise/assassination spells and skills) and Grace-based. Yes, rogue is by default a spellcaster, which does help a LOT with the vibes for me. One subclass is basically about having lots of connections (as a spy or criminal might) and the other is about magical slinking about. Hiding/sneak attack are also streamlined. I will admit I'm still more interested in…almost everything else, but I think it evened out a lot of rogue weaknesses.

Seraph: Splendor (healing/divine magic) and Valor. This is your Paladin equivalent. It is strength-based for casting, again making hybrid classes way less stressful. Questions for this area also incredible; you do have something not unlike a lay on hands pool as well. Your subclasses are being able to fly and do extra damage; or being able to make your melee weapon do ranged attacks and also some extra healing stuff, the latter of which is my favorite. Yasha vibes from this, honestly. Single downside is this is the only class where they recommend you dump Knowledge. I will not, and I never will. Now that I don't have to make sure CON is high? I am for REAL never giving myself less than a +1 Knowledge in this game.

Sorcerer: Arcana (raw nature of magic/elemental vibes) and Midnight based. Yes, sorcerers and rogues now share a vibe, for your convenient….less enthused feelings. Instinct-based, which intrigues me, and the core features are in fact really good. The two subclasses are either one that focuses on metamagic abilities, or one that is elemental based. I would play this for a long-running game, though it's not my favorite, and I can't say that for D&D sorcerer (except divine soul).

Warrior: Blade and Bone, and the recommended build is Agility but you could do a strength build. Fighter! One subclass is about doing damage and one is about the hope/fear mechanics core to the game that I have NOT talked much about. I will admit, the hybrid martials and Guardian are more interesting to me but you do have good battle knowledge.

Wizard: Codex and Splendor. Wizards can heal in this system; farewell, I will be doing nothing else (jk). Knowledge-based, and you can either go hardcore expertise in knowledge, or be a battle wizard.

Other scattered thoughts: healing is not as big a deal here; there is no pure cleric class! There is also no monk, warlock, or artificer. There is not a way to do monk as a weaponless class really though you might be able to flavor the glowing rings as a monk weapon and play a warrior. Wizard, meanwhile, with the right experiences and high finesse, would allow for some artificer flavor. Cleric and Warlock are the two tough ones and I will admit those are tricky; I feel like you'd have to multiclass (which you cannot do until level 5) between perhaps seraph and a caster class and you're still going to come off very paladin.

#critical role #daggerheart #ttrpg mechanics #long post

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quirkwizard · 1 month ago

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Final Chapter: A Look at the Ending of MHA

With the manga of My Hero Academia finally coming to a close, I thought I'd give my opinions about how the series ended. I will be covering everything from Chapter 424 to Chapter 430. This is going to mix my thoughts on the ending, a proposed rewrite, and a lot of responses to people's criticism towards it. Because I'm going to be real with you all: the past two months have been the most frustrating and exhausting experience I've had with this fan base.

I have been writing this since the finale ended. In that time, I've been listening and taking in all the discourse of fans in order to make a more informed opinion. It's been miserable trying to read through all the thoughts people had about the finale. The sheer amount of opinions that were based off misinformation or misreadings of the series has been staggering. So, if I sound more exhausted or if the writing comes across as more scattershot then when I normally do something like that, that's the reason. And, as always, if you have anything you want to discuss, whether it be about the post or the ending, feel free to ask about it.

Review

Miscellaneous Notes:

So there are some bits of the story I wanted to talk about, but didn't feel the need to include full on diatribes about.

-Oh hey, Koichi from Vigilantes is here, that's so- and he's gone.

-Even when Izuku is his peer, Aizawa still finds time to be a jerk to his students.

-Mirio is the number one hero. Makes sense, but it does feel out of nowhere with how little Mirio has been relevant up until now.

-How on Earth is Miriko still working, let alone as a hero? She's down three limbs and in arguably worse shape then Enji.

-Man, they are really taking Kai to task these past few arcs, aren't they? I mean, I get why, but jeez. It's honestly sad to see what's been done with his character.

-I like how All Might's light returned to his eyes. It's a good way to show him getting his spirit back after all this time and reigniting hope in himself..

-So if Eri's horn is back, does that mean her power is back? Kind of wish we had something saying about why she isn't healing people. I get if it's her choice or the recipients choice not to do so, but there needs to be something for that.

Hospital Visit

This works as little cool down from the big battle, especially since we really needed to see some of the immediate consequences on the main characters. I actually like a lot of the stuff with Bakugou. After all this, he finally understands Izuku, shown by them getting similar injuries, and lets himself be emotionally vulnerable about wanting the two to be rivals. And we finally got some thoughts on part of Izuku here, like his regret about seemingly failing to save Tomura and how he doesn't feel hurt about losing out on "One For All". How he's glad that he even got this chance in the first place. I do feel the need to mention All Might saying that Izuku saved the "soul" of Tomura. I think a lot of people missed or ignored that line. It's important to Tomura's death, but I'll get more into that later.

Speaking of consequences, I don't mind Izuku losing out on "One For All". In the grander scheme of things, "One For All" doesn't need to be a thing anymore. With "All For One" gone, it no longer has a purpose to exist. And as we've all seen with All Might, someone holding that much power over he world is a problem, regardless of whether it's used for good or evil. Having it gone helps even the playing field and will push for the idea that people should rely on themselves and each other instead of focusing all on a single symbol. What's more, I think Izuku having to sacrifice it and lose it gives the ending a lot more weight. Because Izuku sacrificed the thing that made him a hero in order to stop Shigaraki. To me, that's one of the most defining aspects of a hero: the willingness to sacrifice something important to themselves to help others.

UA Stuff

All of the things happening at UA are fine. I do like that Aoyama chose to leave 1-A of his own volition instead of being forced out. Plus, now Shinso is in the Hero Course. Good for him. I've never been all that invested in Shino's story, but this is a good way to get him into Class 1-A without making an exception or replacing any of the core cast members. I liked Mirio's graduation speech. I think it works with his arc of trying to inspire other people and trying to honor Sir Nighteye's memory. And they got to have their own little party. That's nice.

Honestly, I find myself having very little to say about all of this, at least the parts within the school itself. I'm all for a calm after the storm to talk about what happened and to build up characters. I'm honestly glad we're back at the school to help ground things after that massive battle. But I think there may have been too much time spent on this. It just feels a little longer than what's needed. Like the bits with the cotton girl feel like they weren't needed for the story and could have been better used setting up or wrapping up something else.

Todoroki Family Prison Visit

The Todoroki family drama has always been one of the stronger plotlines, especially in the latter half of the series. And I believe that it ended on a pretty strong note. It's to the point where I struggle to really say much about the resolution of it. I do like how Shoto asks for something as basic as his favorite food. I also like how Dabi let go of his hatred towards Shoto, who was as much of a victim as he was in all of this, but still held on to it for Endeavor. Because in spite of what a lot of fans seem to think, the manga does take Enji to task and isn't saying he should be forgiven.

Dabi being in this condition is pretty awful, but I concede that it was necessary for him to have a resolution with the other Todorokis. I'll get to my thoughts on the condition of the villains later in the post. So for now I'll just say the metal coffin looks equal parts cool and horrific. I think it's too long at least in the wrong places. I understand that this is an important part of the story. But when it takes up so much of the chapter it's in, I feel like at least something should have been given to the other family members. They aren't the main players of the subplot, but they still could have used some resolution.

Afterburn

Now, there are those who say Enji got off too easy. Uh, no, he didn't. The man lost everything he strived for in the number one position, something that turned out to be totally hollow, and is left severely injured after the battle, due in large part to Dabi. Now the only thing that would bring his life purpose, his family, is all torn apart by his own actions. Now he's resigned himself to seeing his dying son, who hates him with every burnt fiber of his being, every day until Dabi dies. Enji's punishment is to live on, knowing what he did and failing to ever put his family back together. That's not a happy ending, that's a sentencing.

Which is something I do find frustrating about the end of their arc. While we get solid conclusions with Natsuo and Dabi, how Shoto, Fuyumi, and especially Rei feel about all this and their relationship with Enji is ambiguous at best. At least with Shoto and Fuymui, we had some idea of where they stood with their father before now, but Rei is still not clear. I'm not sure about the implications with Rei and whether she's still with Enji. I choose to think that she isn't just trying to help him out in the few panels we see them together, but it's not exactly clear. Which certainly does leave the door open for some... less than favorable interpretations.

Commissioner Hawks

I'm not sure how to feel about Keigo's conclusion. On the one hand, I don't mind where he ended up as the head of the Hero Commission. It's still a way for him to help heroes to make their lives easier without getting involved as a hero. And if there is anyone that can clean up the Hero Commission, it's the guy that's worked under them his entire life. On the other hand though, it does kind of feel like he did got off scott free for a lot of the stuff he did while under the Hero Commission, namely killing Twice. It never feels like Hawks personally was taken to task for his part in all of this. So now we have a murderer as the head of the Hero Commission.

It doesn't matter if he was under orders to do it or not, nor if there were extreme circumstances that pushed him to such actions. The pragmatic side of me does see the reasoning of that, but the story enforces that what Hawks did is a bad thing and does so constantly. Nothing about the manga takes Hawks to task for what he did or makes it feel like he's been punished for that. He may have lost his Quirk, but we don't really know how he feels about that. Which is weird considering how much of his life came from having that Quirk. Unless his comment about not being ashamed of his "filthy wings" as long as he got to help Tokoyami? Maybe it will make more sense on another read.

Spinner and Izuku

I feel like this scene is pretty underrated. Heck, it may even cemented Spinner as one of my favorite villains. To me, it really goes to show the tragedy at the core of Spinner's character. That, for all of his desire to change things or help out his friends, he was too weak to see any change made for himself. So he attached himself to idols like Stain or Tomura. He was always manipulated or pulled by something else. Whether it be the radicalization of Stain or the machinations of All For One, his hopes were used against him, his mindless actions given meaning by peons. All it did was lose him everything. He was, ultimately, a kid who was in over his head and was turned into a monster because of it. The monster everyone saw him as.

And while I've heard some people complain about Tomura only having a message for Spinner, I think that's more about the relationship Tomura had with the rest of the League. They were aligned together for a mutual goal and had some care for one another, but I don't think they ever understood or were close to one another. Spinner is the only one Tomura had any kind of real closeness. That's the whole point of the gamer line, as silly as it was. So, while to the rest of the League, he was Shigaraki, the force of destruction and change, to Spinner, he was Tomura, a friend who he wanted to fight for. My only issue, again, is some unfortunate openness with the ending. Spinner writing a book to spite the heroes is fine, but it leaves this unfortunate implication that this book will be used to radicalize more people. I don't think that is the intention, but again, it's not very clear.

Everyone Do Your Share

I was originally frustrated by how much of the final chapters spent on the cleaning up of things, especially since there were so few chapters left. However, looking back, I do feel it's pretty important to reinforce the idea of everyone trying to help in their own way, no matter how big or small it may be. And in doing so, show the changes on every level possible. It's there to show how things are changing by how people act and see heroes. We've got the civilians doing their part to help the heroes, and we've got the next generation changing their perspective on heroism. All thanks to Class 1-A and their efforts. It's just a nice and efficient way to show things changing from a broader perspective.

Which leads me to the stitch mouth kid. I saw people begging that this kid would be the new Tomura and show that society is still bad and broken. As if something like that wouldn't undermine the entire point of the ending. The whole point is that anyone can be a hero in any way, as long as you are willing to reach out and help others. And people who see a problem can and should do something to help people. They should help when they have the chance before it is too late. So having the old woman reach out to help another lost child is a nice way to tie up that point. And the whole point of all this is that the heroes, especially Izuku, don't need to do everything themselves.

The More Things Change

Many people were upset of the idea of aspects like hero rankings and the Hero Commission not being abolished by the time the series ended. I disagree. I never thought that the rankings themselves were bad or wrong, nor did I think the story ever shows that the rankings are bad. That only seemed to be an issue with Enji and that had a lot of personal issues behind it. Every other hero seemed to be perfectly content to do hero work regardless of the rankings. Now, the Hero Commission, I can understand more. It's shown to be morally gray with its power. However, I don't think the existence of this kind of system is inherently wrong. Having oversight to heroes isn't a bad idea. It's just that the usage of it use to a lot of problems. And most of those people that propagated it are dead and gone.

Further still, there are people that say nothing has changed in the setting. That, since these systems are still in place, it's always going to be like this. Again, I disagree. Because of the massive devastation wrought by Tomura, it gave Japan a fresh start with the current generation. This gives the country the chance to overhaul those systems, even if they are still around. At the end of the day, systems are made up of and by people. The story makes it clear many times how important it is to win the crowd over. And if you win the hearts and minds of the people, it could go on to propagate massive change to the system. If enough people want to change and push for it, things will change. Saying that "things didn't change because systems can't be changed" is such a horrifically pessimistic take on the ending.

The Death of Villains

I've mentioned it before, and I'll say it again: I don't mind Toga dying. By extension, I don't mind the villains dying either. While it may seem tragic and pointless for her to die, I do think that is kind of that point. And no, I don't think this means that she "couldn't be saved". I think it's more of a tragedy. She was the one that people could have been saved before, but it was far too late to help her given how far she had gone. And her dying isn't a failing of that. Because Toga's ultimate goal was to live and die on her own terms. Specifically, being able to express herself and her "love". And to a lesser degree, to have someone try to understand her. I think her dying to save Uraraka is a good end to her character. By extension, that's how I feel about a lot of the villains' deaths in this. They got what they wanted, tragically died in order to see it through to the end. At least there's some peace for them, in that respect.

There's also a matter of "saving". I think a lot of fans took this too literally. To me, "saving" was more about reaching out and trying to understand villains rather than simply fighting them. "Saving" was never going to be the same as "redeeming". Because let's be real, there is no redeeming these people. Not because they can't be redeemed, it's because they don't want to be redeemed, and I think it'd betray their characters to do so. They are unapologetically bad and have hurt a lot of people. Every member of the League is complicit in the deaths of thousands and throwing an entire country into chaos. They aren't wrong for fighting the system, they're wrong for killing countless people to do so. And I have to ask what the other options are? You either have them be forgiven and turn good, which would be insane given the crimes they committed and their characters, or have them locked up forever, which is a fate worse than death. At least in death they can have some form of peace by escaping the consequences of their actions and all the suffering they went through.

Izuku x Uraraka:

Yeah, I'm kind of confused about why it turned out like this. I'm ignoring all the shipping concerns that come from it. I'm more focused on the story and characters. The whole idea of Uraraka and Toga's shared story was about understanding your feelings, both towards yourself and other people. Especially how bad it is to repress and hide your feelings. The whole catalyst of Toga's story was her being forced to repress herself. So having this whole subplot end like this is really odd if Uraraka doesn't express her feelings. That's not mentioning all the hints, setups, and teasing that pushed these two as a potential couple that fell through by not having any conclusion. I honestly wonder why Hori, or his editors, decided to back down like this.

Which, hey, now may not be the best time for a confession, but it's still jarring not to see anything come of it after all this time. Especially since so much of the chapter is about the two talking about their feelings. So why is it written like this? Now, I want to dismiss the popular concept that Hori changed this because of death threats between the two. While it's not something I'd put past obsessive fans, there hasn't been anything to substantiate the claim. So, barring rogue translators, my only guess is that Hori or an editor didn't want to do the reveal now and wanted to focus more on the important parts of the two's connection about inspiring one another. I can understand that, but it feels like a part of their dynamic is missing without any real acknowledgment of the two's feelings.

Izuku and Uraraka:

And I say all that to preface that I do like a lot of this scene and I do think it's important to each of the characters. Because Ochako is being open with her feelings here. It's just not the feelings that were being set up all the way in the first chapter. It's the two trying to connect and come to terms with their own failings with their villains. Only to have Izuku reach out his hand, reaffirming that sometimes all people need is a small act of kindness. Though it's hard to always do that, he's willing to do it because he's just that good of a guy. And having Izuku say that Uraraka is his hero is more heartfelt and important to these characters and the story at large then any confession could have been.

And then we have the rest of Class 1-A coming to help as well. It works as a good parallel to Uraraka saving Izuku back during the Dark Hero Arc. It fits with the idea of heroes saving and helping one another. My only major issue is that I kind of wish we had gotten a little more with Izuku talking about his own feelings regarding Tomura, but we already got that back in Chapter 424. All and All: am I still disappointed that Izuku and Uraraka didn't have any romantic resolution? Kind of. It's less that I wanted them to get together and more I wanted some kind of resolution for it. But I still think what we got is good and that people are focusing way too much on what isn't there than what is there. Which I feel like is a problem with a lot of the ending, but we'll get to that.

Class 1-A Futures:

I do wish we got to see more of the future of Class 1-A, even if they were brief snippets. There are glimpses of Shoto and Bakugou. Bakguou's is alright, and I do like the final bit about no one connecting Shoto and Endeavor. I think that's a good ending for him. The most we get with any kind of detail are Shoji's and Urarak's groups. And I guess Shoji had a good future? Look, the Heteromorph plotline is arguably one of the worst parts of the whole manga. It may even be worse than the Stars and Stripes arc. So I can't exactly muster a lot of enthusiasm seeing it resolved by Shoji in the end. I suppose him thanking the people at the riot was nice? That whole part of the story honestly deserves its own post talking about it.

On the flip side, I'm fine with Uraraka's ending. Because I think people tend to conflate a lot of what makes up "Quirk Counseling", mostly thanks to people like Curious and Toga. One is part of a cult that wants to destroy society and the other most grievously targeted by it. From what we've actually seen of it, such as Tamaki's flashback, it just seems to be a lot of training and understanding your Quirk. Toga was just an unfortunate case where the system as it was couldn't help her and could only try and fit her into a niche. So I don't think expanding it is that big of a problem. Plus, expanding could include more extensive counseling that is more tailored to each child. I do think it's kind of odd that Iida and Momo seem to be stapled on to this ending, though. I'm not sure how this works as an end for either of them. I guess their roles as leaders of the class?

Great Teacher Izuku

Look, I don't mind Izuku having this job. Do I think there could have been other choices for this? Yes, but this is by no means bad. Being a teacher is a lot more respectable in Eastern cultures. Especially since he's teaching at the best hero school in the country, if not the world, it is certainly a high-profile job. And he is still being a hero in his own way and helping out the next generation as a teacher. More importantly, I still think that Izuku achieved his dream of being the greatest hero. The man brought down the greatest villain in human history and was one of the two people responsible for causing a massive shift in the way the world of heroes works. He is truly the world's greatest hero. There is no debating that. This is like some kid wanting to go to space to be the greatest astronaut. They not only go to space, they're the first person on Mars. They also stop the martins from invading Earth, killing the king of the martins, and save humanity. Now injured, they instead teach other cadets how to be astronauts. Would they not have success in their goal of being the greatest astronaut? I don't think anyone could match up with that.

However, my issue is with everything surrounding it. There isn't any set up for him becoming a teacher. It gives us the sense that this was the back-up option for when his real dreams feel through. Especially since Izuku gave everything he could to try and be a hero, and it doesn't happen until the very end of this manga. Which doesn't seem like the intention, since Izuku seems happy enough, but I heard a lot of people saying that. It's lacking in that catharsis and satisfaction that you'd expect from an ending. But you can have an ending that's not exactly happy and still be cathartic, and I think that still applies here. And another problem I have is that he's teaching at UA. Yes, he's helping out the next generation of heroes, but he's not helping out the people that need it most. The kind of people who don't make it into UA. The kind of people like Tomura, Spinner, and Twice. Those are the kind of people that should be getting help like this. Why not put him in a position with a much greater ability to help people? Finally, wasn't the whole point of All Might's arc? That there are other ways to be heroes and life outside of hero work? Why not have that aspect of the story be resolve with him instead of Izuku? He was already going down that route to begin with. Why repeat the same idea?

Walk and Talk

Again, I'm going to have to counter a major talking point I've seen in the fanbase. No, Izuku is not unhappy in his job. He seems to enjoy it and is in fact very good at it, as seen when talking to his students and the plate kid, Dai. He's only unhappy in one panel, in which he's being talked down to by Aizawa. No, Izuku is not forgotten by the world. He's mentioned in the same breath as some of the greatest heroes in the series, has his own statue with the rest of Class 1-A, and is so famous that people know his real name and is of such mythical status that people question if he is real. No, Izuku's friends did not abandon him. The most that Izuku says about that is that it's difficult for all twenty members to get together. He's still probably seeing them in smaller numbers. And I can tell you as someone who has had trouble even getting a quarter of that number of people into a single time slot, it's going to be difficult to get twenty people with separate schedules and lives together.

As for everything with Dai, it's fine. His perspective is pretty important as we get to see the changing worldview. With the demystification of heroes and the elevation of other roles in helping others, young people are now all getting into different fields. The talk around the statue is pretty good as well. Having Izuku effectively talk to a younger version of himself is a good way to close out his arc and all the insecurities he's had over the manga. However, part of me feels like this kind of talk should be done with the stitch-mouth kid. We do actually see him as a part of UA students with Kota. I think having Izuku end up talking to him about his Quirk could have been a good way to end his arc by having him be able to help someone similar. Not to say that the Dai stuff was bad or pointless. It just feels odd to include the guy that's supposed to be the metaphorical spirit of Tomura, put him in Izuku's class, and have them not interact.

The Suit

Again, this is another point where I don't have a major issue with it. At least, I don't have an issue getting the suit itself. I have some issues with the semantics. Did it take too long to build? I wouldn't say that. It was revealed in a piece by Horikoshi that it took all of All Might's vast resources to build, and it lacked a lot of the proper safety features. Having it take some time before it's battle ready for Izuku makes sense. However, that isn't in the manga, at least as far as I can tell. Maybe this makes more sense in the volumes, where stuff like this is included all the time. For real though, these people built this in secret for eight years, and they are just now letting him find out. Was there really no explanation you could have added to make that make more sense?

It creates this odd juxtaposition of endings as well. It gives the feeling of the story wanting to have its cake and eat it as well. Someone wanted Izuku come to terms with being Quirkless and to have a life outside of hero work. The other person wanted Izuku to still fight and be a hero. I also wonder why not just have be both at the same time instead of doing this twist. Make it clear that heroes have a lot more time, both thanks to Hawks and the contributions of the many heroes in the world all working together. Izuku doesn't need to be a full-time hero to save people and chooses to be a teacher to help people in a way that only he can do. That way, he can still be a hero that isn't necessarily the profession while being a professional hero without a Quirk.

Final Thoughts

Now, what are my final options for all of this? I think that ending was pretty solid, leaning good. I do agree that it's better than what is on offer than a lot of shōnen series and a good enough ending for the story. I'm not saying it's amazing or perfect. Though I do find myself more satisfied than frustrated. I get a lot of what the story is going for, and it makes sense. It just needed some refinement to really work. As for what everyone else has said about it, I honestly think that a lot of people are overreacting. I wouldn't go as far as to say people are "lacking media literacy" or that they are "reading in bad faith" like others have on either side of the debate. I just think this as a case where the context and delivery of it resulted in a lot of confusion. And more often than not, people will tend to go with the worst version of the implications. This is not helped by the leaks and bad translations which fans ran away with, as well the built-up hype and headcanons, which poisoned the well for a lot of people.

However, I cannot deny that there is part of the fanbase that is simply not getting the manga. I don't want to use the word "tourist", because that's a No True Scotsman fallacy, but it's starting to feel applicable here. The people who simply aren't reading the manga, whether it be through engaging with it solely through other people talking about it, or trying to look at it anything beyond the most kneejerk and surface level reactions. Because a lot of people tend to conflate what My Hero Academia is about or what its story is conveying. And unfortunately, those are the people with massive followings. Anyone with a differing opinion is drowned out in the sea of angry comments. And I think we really need to get away from that. What I'm saying is that you read the story as it is. Focus on what is happening and what it is trying to say. Don't force a meaning or headcanon on something that wasn't there and don't rely on word of mouth for what the manga is about. Just focus on what the story is trying to say.

My only hope is that this will pass, and calmer heads will win out. That once it's stepped outside the zeitgeist, people will be able to analyze it as a whole. If not, then I'm terrified to think that this will become My Hero Academia's legacy: a bunch of stupid jokes made by people who can't bother to read the official version of the story or try to understand a culture outside their own even when it plays a vital role within the story. If not, then I can hope that maybe something else will come to replace it. Because I'm not sure if this is truly the end. I've heard rumors that there's going to be something akin to Naruto: The Last or the Naruto Wedding Special coming out after the anime ends. If not that, who knows who other kinds of side material will come out to follow up on the world or characters. Which would make sense. The ending doesn't feel like an ending as much as it does "And the adventure continues." Which could be why I'm not as affected by this ending as other people.

There's certainly the cultural side and how that surrounds the manga. I'll always stand by the fact that this manga is a Japanese story by a Japanese author for a Japanese audience. And there's a lot of cultural context that goes into the series. I keep thinking about how a lot of Japanese fans seemed to like the ending and how much I wished I had the context to understand it. Another part of it is how much I'm thinking about Hori. Because for all the popularity of it, being a mangaka is one of the most stressful jobs in Japan. One where the artist has much less say over how their story goes. I'm so curious about what went on behind the scenes to make My Hero Academia turn out the way it is. Was all this Hori fumbling his own story, whether that be through incompetence or failing health, or were there outside forces pressing on him to do things a certain way? It's like how people became more forgiving of Kubo or Toriyama once they found out how hamstrung they were by their higher ups. I suppose only time will tell.

Rewrite

Now, time for the Rewrite portion. As a reminder, I do try to keep to what the manga does as close as possible. For example, I personally would just let Izuku keep some version of "One For All" if the ultimate conclusion was him still being a hero. However, it's obvious that Hori didn't want to go that route with it, so I'll be sticking to him getting with the suit.

Starting things off, we'll be in the hospital with Izuku and All Might recovering. We're told about "One For All" leaving him, and we'll get some reaction from Izuku about it. He will be sad but resolved. He may not have "One For All", but he's still alive. He's got the skill and will to help people without it. And he still wants to do that, even in his own way, because he still has value without "One For All". This could help soften the blow of Izuku losing out on "One For All". That and it's at least something to try to tie up Izuku's self worth issues. This will also be something confirmed by Inko, putting a nice little bow on all this with her being more properly encouraging of Izuku as opposed to how things were in Chapter 1.

Then we're going to reveal how many people want to talk to Izuku. Reporters are going to be hounding Izuku for his story, considering how he was key in stopping Tomura. Which he obviously can't do right now due to his condition. After some time, he will eventually recover enough to give a press conference. This will also be where we get the varying opinions on Tomura, having a panel overwhelming Izuku with questions and thoughts. Izuku is now going to use his newly found position to try and change things for the better. He's going to emphasize the importance of the role of the other heroes and not have it all focus on him. He's going to use it as a platform to talk about who Tomura was and why he did what he did.

It's going to be something emotional and vulnerable, something propping up Izuku as a person rather than the hero Deku, working to prevent another situation like All Might where everyone keeps putting them on pedestals. This way, we have both the validation of Izuku saving everyone and wanting to bring about change on the societal level. It shows him being a hero in the traditional way with the defeat of All For One, now he's being a hero in the non-traditional way. This will be cutting into some of the time we have at UA, but to me, I don't think a lot of what's in that part is ultimately necessary to what the story is trying to say.

For the sake of this, Hawks will still be working as the head of the Hero Commission. He'll talk about how he feels free now that his Quirk is gone and everything that came with it, more so than ever before. However, he still wants to make life easier for heroes so that they can feel this kind of freedom. He initially didn't want the position, but felt the need to take it on after everything that's happened and make things right, implying the guilt he feels over his actions. Plus, it has some nice irony of Hawks still being trapped within the Hero Commissions. So him taking the role is more of his own penance and a punishment.

So while Izuku is fighting on the public front, changing the hearts of the masses to enact change, Hawks will be fighting on the political and systematic front, using the devastation of the country as a fresh start. He'll encourage groups of heroes to work together rather than focusing on the individual. He'll push for a greater level of training or vetting when it comes to people who can get a license for hero work. Most importantly, a greater level of accountability and transparency in both heroes and the Hero Commission as a whole.

Lady Nagant will remain in jail, but it's more for reasons of atonement rather than wanting to wait and see how things play out. Hawks will try to offer her some deal or reduction as a way to make things right, but she feels like it's the right thing to do rather than trying to pretend it never happened. This will also be the part where we explore some of the points with Hawks we talked about earlier. Lady Nagant can even question if the Hero Commission is needed, but Hawks can talk about all the reforms he wants to do with it.

For Chapter 426, we're shortening the Todoroki family time, and it will only take up half of the chapter. I will have some confirmation on whether or not Rei was able to move on from what Enji did and do more to cement how Enji is alone now. He may be resolved to change and make things right, but he is not getting his family back. That ship has sailed. Instead, we'll be sticking to everything involving Hawks and Toshinori in the latter half of this, with him talking to Lady Nagant and him discussing his plans for changing the ranking systems in general. I think it'd flow a lot better, works with tying up another character so closely tied to the Todorokis, and gives us more time for other stuff.

However, we're keeping 427 mostly intact. I think Spinner's material is good, and everything that got brought up needed to be mentioned one way or another. The most I'd do is cut down on the ending gag, since it frustrates me so much, and some of the interviews since we may not need them as much with how I'll be changing things in those sections. I am removing the Kai part of the chapter as well. I like Kai, but this honestly feels pointless in the grand scheme of things.

The biggest change will be that I'll include a bit where, instead of Izuku saying to make it a comic book, he'll remind Spinner to think about what would happen if someone like Spinner read it. About how important a book like that could be and how it should be written, but also how it could hurt someone who reads it. Spinner will remain silent in response, thinking back on how he saw Stain and how he was puppeteered around by the likes of One For All and the PLF during the Final War.

I think you could do a nice parallel between Izuku and Spinner here. They were two young men who were ultimately racialized and hurt by their idols and their lack of self-worth. Again, it's showing Izuku thinking about himself more with what has happened to him and tying that to Spinner's own situation. Plus, it prevents something like Spinner's book from having the unfortunate implication of turning out to something like the MLA book.

We're cutting Chapters 428 and 429 in half and stitching them together. Specifically, all the stuff with the new Class 1-A and the Old Class 1-A will be removed. I just feel like we don't need to focus on this as much as other parts of the world or story. Preferably, I would want them to get together. With the Bakugou and Shoto being seen bit, we're throwing in Izuku as well. There needs to be some confirmation that people did in fact see him as a hero as well and confirm that the three are in fact the new Big Three of UA. I'm not asking this to be the norm of it like they do in Naruto. I just feel like there should be some external validation.

The fight between Toga and Uraraka will be around and released to the public. Her death will be seen as something tragic to the world and help spark the change we see later on with people empathizing with villains like her. This could also lead to Izuku seeing it and being the impetus for Izuku and Ochako talking about their feelings. Yes, this chapter will include a confession for Ochako to Izuku. It won't be during a breakdown, but it needs to be put in somewhere and might as well be here. I'll even settle for an implication. Up to you on whether or not you think this should solidify them as a couple, but I feel like you have to include that in order to complete all of the set-up in the series and especially with Toga.

The new Chapter 429 will instead be a two-year time jump into the future before everyone is graduating. We can still start it off with some of the "where are they now" bits, but not have it take up too much time. With the final embers of "One For All" starting to fade out, Izuku knows this is the end of him as a proper hero, but it doesn't matter to him. He got to be the greatest hero in history who literally saved the world. He doesn't define himself by having a Quirk or not and knows that he can still help people without a costume on. Izuku plans on either going into counseling, charity work, or even trying to get a job at the Hero Commission. Up to you on this one. He still wants to help and stop the various hurting people of the world from ever becoming like anyone from the League ever again. Make it clear this is something Izuku wants.

This is when Toshinori gives him his graduation gift: the suit. Between Toshinori's remaining resources, gifts and gratitude from the various people across the world, and contributions from members of 1-A, they were able to build him the suit. Toshinori kept it from Izuku because it wasn't ready until a few days ago, needing to be properly prepared and built as opposed to the rush job that was the dangerous prototype he used. Izuku, of course, has notes and ideas for improvements on the suit. Toshinori reaffirms that Izuku earned this, and he will still be a worthy hero and successor, Quirkless or otherwise. The chapter ends with Class 1-A and 1-B graduating. I know that two years seems short, but I think that the timespan is enough of a time gap to get the suit together, at least with how I am setting it up, and to have the embers of "One For All" fade.

The alternative route is that, knowing that the embers are running out, Izuku still wants to be a hero. So he's spent the last two years trying to prepare himself for that, putting as much time into training and learning how to use equipment made for him. He doesn't care if he isn't going to be the top hero. He's going to do what he's already been doing: helping people, because that's all he really wanted out of life. That this whole experience changed how he saw himself and hero work. You could even say that it's the prototype for him, eventually becoming the suit. Maybe even combine them both, with the former being a backup plan after hero work. And while I have never been the biggest fan of the whole "Quirkless Hero" concept with how little it's supported in the world, I think we can let it slide because it's the finale. But I wanted to mention it because I thought it'd be an interesting path for the story to take.

Then the real chapter 430 will cut to the future, roughly five to six years. I could take or leave Izuku being a teacher, but for the sake of this, let's say that he is one. Heroes have more time off, so he decides to help educate people. We'll get a similar series of panels that will focus more on the world with how it is now, mainly in relation to Class 1-A. This will show a lot more of how the 1-A kids have grown and the affects they have on the world, like Uraraka actually interacting and helping a kid like Toga come to terms with their power to show how Quirk Counseling has become a tool to help people. I think we really need more scenes like that to really show that things have grown and changed with the world. Izuku's suit will have changed as well, commenting on how much he's been involved with the modeling and planning throughout his most current iteration.

Toshinori will be living his life and still teaching at UA. He talks about how all the kids want to be like Izuku, especially with Kota, and that they never stop talking about him. He jokes to himself about how he feels like he's been forgotten. Cut back to Izuku's old school with the kid in the back. Events will happen similarly to what they did in Chapter 430, with Izuku meeting a kid similar to himself at All Might's statue. There will be the usual stuff he said, trying to encourage the kid, making comparisons to himself, maybe even showing the photos All Might took of him when he was training. He gets a call about an incident and needs to leave. He tells the kid to never forget about the hero he can be and to never stop striving to be that hero. The final words of the series are the ever-iconic "Plus Ultra". This is beyond cheesy, but if we're going to end the series, we might as well end it with some cheese.

#My Hero Academia #Not Quirks #Midoriya Izuku #Deku #Toshinori Yagi #All Might #Katsuki Bakugou #Ochako Uraraka #Uraravity #Shoto Todoroki #Enji Todoroki #Tomura Shigaraki #All For One #Dabi #Toga Himiko #Shuichi Iguchi #Spinner #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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witchofthesouls · 26 days ago

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Relating to this post:

I definitely see the point y'all are going with and I raise you the aftermath of the Quintesson Invasion. All the imbalances and weaknesses left by the Divine Family Drama™️ and Prima's unchallenged vision were exploited. And things were made so much worse after they left because the attitudes and divisions the Quintessons encouraged were still there after they were gone.

It had to act as an intensifier and catalyst for all the issues raised by Prima's unchalanged supremacy and vision. That's patern for colonial powers and it's how things shake out when colonial powers leave. Which were interestingly enough Ratchet's formative years. I doubt it's coincidence.

If you follow pre Quintesson Invasion Warlord Soundwave as a theory he may well be one of the only mechanisms still alive who actually remember what life was like before. That he follows Megatron so absolutely through horrific personal pain says a lot in that context. It speaks not just about friendship, toxic personally loyalty, and potential fear of Megatron's wrath. It screams to the heaven below and the hell above that Prima's prideful vision unable to be chalanged and contested by the full contingent of his Siblings has damned their species.

It's implied in places that Orion Pax and through him Optimus Prime for all his staggering naivety was the first Prime to try to work on fixing things from within and not become a shity corupt individual. Who saw the status quo as something in need of fixing inspite of being given the Matrix. It was too little to late but he strove earnestly for it. In TFP he's literally the reincarnation of the Thirteenth Prime. Maybe Optimus' moral code and reformer bent is from the echos of his Divine Self, clashing with Prima's Matrix. Maybe just maybe Optimus gives us a vision of what cybertron could have Prima's vision counterbalanced by his sibling's insights and not steamrolled over them.

Sorry, I don't think I've heard of that Soundwave theory. I'm way too in love with Soundwave growing up in the Pits of Kaon to part with it.

Due to a lot of other influence from fanfics (oriflamme's "the triumph of time" series, Therrae's "Xenoethnography" series, and ss-shitstorm's works, just name a few and all on Ao3), I built up my own extensive lore, particularly for Aligned/TFP. When it comes down it, Cybertron had broken down on a fundamental level that can be traced back to the first Cybertronian Civil War from the Thirteen Primes.

I truly believe that there was something way deeper to the tragedy between Solus and Megatronus, as in she wasn't a doomed figure but the main architect to a long game.

Solus and Prima share fire motifs between the sun and the forge, so it wouldn't be a surprise if they had other similarities that Megatronus (Prima's own twin, formed from his very shadow) had recognized and reacted to. Meaning he understood her at a fundamental level, and she leveraged that. She convinced him, and he followed through it because that was his own nature.

As Prima rules from above, Megatronus rules from below.

Together, all are one.

Prima and Megatronus were supposed to be a reflection of a functional Primus and Unicron as they both mimic two beings from one entity. They were always meant to function as a binary.

When Megatronus chose self-exile and never returned, it broke something critical inside Prima, and there was no one left to stop him. The Quintessons essentially took advantage of the damages left by policies from Prima himself as he essentially attacked the very things that tied Megatronus to him in a vain attempt to bring back his shadow. That's why the Wilders and Predacons refer the Guiding Hand as the Forceful Hand. That's why the myths are so contradicting. That's why his siblings' touches had been stripped away. That's why Cybertron's once lush biomes and ecosystems had been ripped from the very roots. Prima had a narrow outlook on how things should be, and it reflected in the society he had built and how the modern Cybertronians perceived Primes because Prima's Champions were the only ones left. So, it became easy for malicious or manipulative forces to fake the Primacy or utilize the Matrix as a 'legitimacy' test as there were no other acknowledged lineages. (At least by the city-states.)

Optimus as the reincarnation of the Thirteenth Prime is a fascinating concept, but the execution flopped unless the ultimate point was supposed to be Optimus' sacrifice to kickstart the Well as Thirteen and some of his siblings had done. It would emphasize how the past echos into the future, but it also leaves so much room to rebuild all the patterns that led to that catastrophic damage. History repeats.

That's why I tend to give Alpha Trion such a side-eye since 1) he fucking stepped aside and allowed shit to spiral out of control, and 2) he basically interfered with Thirteen's (re)ascension by tying him directly to Prima via the Matrix. Prima's Domains and Aspects differed from Thirteen's, who's more centered on connectivity with mortals and Primes rather than absolute, divine might.

Personally, I wish there were more fics that explored that mech from the Wastelands into a city-state as a blank slate and his journey into Thirteen again. The Matrix's reformation of Primes is a callback to how Prima was the God-king and undisputed ruler of Cybertron, so it basically turns mortals into Escanors (which is fucking hilarious and fitting as Escanor is the Lion Sin of Pride in the anime Seven Deadly Sins and wields a godly weapon that leverages the power of the sun) to reflect the zenith of Prima's authority, the Prime of Light and Eldest Sun. Because Thirteen didn't have a Primal Artifact, his own apotheosis would be absolutely far more spiritual journey. Something like a quiet, slow build revelation instead of intensive fanfare. Maybe a ghost story as he's fated to find and reconnect with his siblings.

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aperfectlylesbian · 14 days ago

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Nobody asked, but...

There are second chances for everything, right? | agathario pregnancy idea

Summary: What if, because of a ritual they performed centuries ago, Agatha and Rio could be moms again in the present times?

Note: this is like a preview for the fanfic I'm making, which I definitely won't post before the next ep. Anyway, it's just a way for me to keep procrastinating. Enjoy!

The ritual had taken place centuries ago, before Nicholas had been a baby at the time, and Agatha had fallen in love with motherhood to the point of wanting another baby. "Who knows? This time, it might be a girl!", she would say, pretending to be casual, but Rio knew how serious she was.

When the stipulated time for the results of the ritual to appear passed, Agatha didn't think much, she was actually excited about this idea, and so they tried a few more times. Delicious times, by the way.

On the fourth attempt, they finally gave up, Rio assured Agatha that the results might end up coming a bit late, so it wouldn't be a surprise for them. It turns out it was a huge surprise, and a very, very, late one at that.

Centuries later, more specifically in 2009, Rio's the one who's affected by the delayed effect of the ritual. It's almost ironic, that Lady Death herself generates a new life, but it ended up happening.

The magic of the ritual is almost like an annoying alarm, ringing until the two are reunited, they're bound by blood in marriage and now by this — this... pregnancy.

Wherever Agatha was, she felt the tug, the magic nudging her irritably, pulling her where it wanted to go. And it hurt, because it was the same thing she had felt when she had discovered she was waiting Nicky.

Between the two of them, Agatha knows better what pregnancy is like and... Rio wasn't the best one to carry this child, honestly. She, who had her tendencies and her macabre work, perhaps wouldn't adapt very well to it.

It's one of several fights they've had since Agatha decided to stay, even with all the pain in her chest. Rio is covered in blood — probably not hers — and Agatha repeats that she's fragile, like it or not, she needs to get used to the fact that everything she does affects the baby now.

That's what Rio does, against her will. She's been inside the house longer than she'd like. Sometimes she needs to step out — take a soul or guide another — and when she returns, Agatha frantically questions her about her well-being.

Lady Death doesn’t need to eat, or sleep, or have random emotional spikes. But pregnant women do, and that’s what Rio is now. She refuses to admit how scary it's to have so many feelings at once.

Agatha has never seen Rio be more "human" in so many years as she's now, falling asleep carefree on the couch, trying to relax by focusing on the garden at the back of the house and nervously craving affection.

If there's one thing Rio had forgotten over the centuries, it was how much she loved it when Agatha cooked. Or maybe it's just the pregnancy hormones, she's not much sure.

Pregnancy symptoms are the. fucking. worst, and if Rio didn't respect pregnant women — which, in fact, she had done a lot since Agatha's pregnancy — now she would start to do so.

Agatha is always there, muttering a few: "See? when it was me..." and Rio can't help but smile. They're okay, strangely.

Morning sickness is the most common symptom, she staggers as fast as she can to the bathroom, feeling a little sick of herself, it's not normal for Rio to feel weak and fragile like a flower. But Agatha's there, the comfort of her arms and the softness of her words are nostalgic, "They're for the baby, probably."

If Agatha's pregnancy was brutal, Rio's is slowly torturous. Her belly is growing and everything has been uncomfortable, but it gets worse when the baby kicks for the first time.

It was on a stuffy night, when Rio had fallen asleep in the living room armchair, a half-open book lying beneath it, that Agatha dared to rest her hand on Rio's one month belly, and then the kick came with all the force it could muster.

Agatha was shocked, first by the kick, then by the fact that she could feel that there was more than just one baby there. She wondered if Rio, being who she is, had felt the presence of two souls forming inside her from the very beginning. Agatha had no idea whether she should cry her lungs out or faint from happiness on the carpet.

When Rio wakes up, Agatha is watching her lovingly, sitting on the couch, which makes her ask: "What's wrong?", and Agatha just replies that: "There's nothing wrong."

Author's note: I'll probably only post this fanfic in November, because of my exams (I have to do something with my life) and planning my birthday. I hope you enjoyed it!

#agathario #agatha harkness #agatha all along #rio agatha all along #rio vidal #agatha x rio #rio x agatha #agatha harkness x rio vidal #rio vidal x agatha harkness #vidarkness #agathario headcanons #agathario fic #agathario fanfic #agatha all along fanfic #agatha all along headcanons

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quinnyundertow · 5 months ago

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Can I ask what got you into writing? I love your writing style and I'm so curious about your process as well.

This is such a sweet ask. I love it. This may be way more than what you were expecting haha. But I’m alone in the hospital and this feels cathartic.

I’ve always loved to write since I can remember. When I was in elementary school I remember getting yelled at and crying because I had to write a story about a thanksgiving turkeys adventure and mine was like twenty pages. They said it was too long and hurry up and I was frustrated because I wasn’t done!

I think what really solidified my love for writing is I needed fantasy to escape. In middle and early high school my parents divorced and I was bullied relentlessly. Gum put in my hair, things thrown at me, called fat at every opportunity. I had teachers that bullied me too for being fat. I was SA’d multiple times, depressed and started cutting. I’ve honestly tried to block most of it out.

The point is I had found anime and a few friends who loved it too. So any opportunity I had I begged friends to do writing journals with me. We’d make up a crack fic plots then write self insert and pass a notebook back and forth between classes every chapter for the next person to write. We wrote for Yugioh, Naruto, Dragonball Z, Fruits Basket popular ones at the time. I also wrote poetry, fanfics and original stories to try and escape anyway I could. Writing was the highlight of my teenage years. But other than that it was hell and you could never pay me enough money to repeat them.

I dropped out of Highschool from the bullying and my depression. But I studied and took a test for Highschool equivalency and then went to college and got straight As. College is nothing like Highschool. No one cares what you do. At least in my experience. I wanted to be a writer or manga artist but my father told me I wasn’t good enough and I wish I wouldn’t have taken it to heart and listened. I stopped writing for like ten years except for periodic ideas in notebooks until this last November.

Jujutsu Kaisen had become my comfort anime and then chapter 236 happened. I was so depressed I decided to try and read fanfics again. I’ve always read a lot of published books and was staggered to see a ton of fanfic writers were just as good if not better than published writers. After reading a ton of amazing works I decided I needed a fix it story that was ultimately happy for JJK and here we are.

Sorry if this was boring or too much. But if you take away something from this take this. Life is always changing. Tomorrow will not be the same as today. That much is guaranteed. If you have nothing left to live for then you have nothing to lose by trying something crazy or new. I was broken down to nothing by bullies, family issues, mental and physical health and I was incredibly suicidal. Somehow I found the will to try again. I got on depression and anxiety medication (still on to this day), worked for a higher education and took a shitty paying job to claw my way back up. My life is far from perfect but despite everything I worked hard to now have a boss babe high paying career and after restarting writing and meeting you all I’ve never been happier.

As far as a writing process I pretend I’m not going to post what I write and write it just for me. I ask myself what do I think would be the coolest thing to happen? What would I want to see next? Then I write it. Most of the time it sucks, or I don’t feel like writing it but I force it out. I make myself sit for 15 minutes and just write something. Then I rewrite it. Keep what parts I liked toss what feels off. Repeat. Eventually I’m having fun and loving the process.

When rewriting I’ll name them things like WICYG Chapter 12.2 for the second rewrite etc. I’ll screen shot my google doc so you can see the insanity haha. Sometimes I’ll rewrite four plus times. At the end of the day I want to love what I write and do it for me. Then when I find people that like it too it makes me over the moon happy. I hope one day to have the confidence to write my original stories in my head out. Writing fics for yall has definitely helped build my confidence as a writer.Thanks again for the ask anon sorry for the life story but I’ve never told people all that and it was healing to get out.

My messy google docs 🥹 Madhouse is Sanity Last Stop lol.

#quinnyspeaks #this is a long one #thank you anon #ao3 writer

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aruanimess · 1 month ago

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Hi Myrtle!

I hope you're doing fine (and thank you a lot for your recent MYLYSW comment, thank you so much T^T)

As for the prompt list, how about fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off with post-canon AruAni?

Have a great day!

Quiet acts of love prompts

Hello, Anna!! I'm doing... okay. (Distracting myself with cute prompts) Your chapter was lovely and you should know, no need to thank me! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

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For what seems like the fiftieth time this morning, Armin checks his pocket watch. The numbers on the dial seem to mock him. Sure enough, they're running late.

They're meeting a delegation from Hizuru at 10 for a casual brunch before the official negotiations. His idea. He thought they could soften them up by entertaining them first, making them more accepting to the rather unfavorable terms he plans to present them with later. Talk over some coffee and pancakes, tell a few jokes here and there, get to know each other and then serve them with the bitter pill. Easy.

But Annie slept in, and now they're running late.

He taps his foot impatiently, but says nothing to urge her to go faster. He knows there's no point in that. As a matter of fact, he's happy that Annie is feeling comfortable enough to snooze for a little while longer.

When they first started dating, she used to wake up with the sun. A soldier's schedule. Now, she stretches languorously in bed, well past the alarm, yawns like a fluffy lazy kitten and turns to the other side for another nap. It's glorious. He doesn't want to ruin this by complaining about some boring diplomats.

The bedroom door slams open and Annie staggers in awkwardly, heels clicking precariously. Her hair is still wet from the shower, and she only has one sleeve of her suit jacket on. A pastry is hanging from her teeth.

"We'll eat there!" he can't help but exclaim.

In an impressive feat, Annie gobbles the pastry up in two swift bites. Without holding it, she tilts her head back and drags the sweet thing in her mouth by opening and closing her jaw like an oddly attractive pelican, as her fingers fidget with the buttons of her shirt.

Armin eyes her with some concern. "Do you need help with that?"

She shakes her head, still struggling. "I got dizzy by getting up too fast," she explains. "I couldn't leave on an empty stomach."

He smiles as he watches her hands flying over the buttons.

When she's done, she spreads her hands. "Ready," she proclaims proudly, but she's anything but.

Armin can't help it, he laughs. Hiccupy giggles roll past his lips and he wipes a lone tear of mirth from the corner of his eye. "Oh my god, sorry. Sorry," he flounders, "it's just... your shirt is buttoned wrong."

Annie looks down to her soddy buttoning and frowns. With less confidence, her hands move once again. Armin can tell she's trying her best from the concentrated wrinkle between her brows. Once she's finished, she squints at herself doubtfully as if she knows something is wrong but can't figure out what.

She shoots him a questioning glance and pouts.

Armin bites his lip, trapping a new wave of giggles. "It's still wonky," he says. "Here, let me."

He undoes her own haphazard work and pinches the ends of the fabric carefully, bringing the crisp cotton together in slow measured tugs. He lines up the holes with the buttons with ruler-like precision and tucks them into place one by one starting at the bottom and working his way up to her collar. His gaze, transfixed at his task as it was, finally lands on Annie's flushed face. There's a small, secretive smile curving up her lips.

"What is it?" he asks.

Her chin dips down, eyes falling on her shoes. "Nothing," she says. "You're good to me, that's all."

A blush rises to his cheeks, and he scratches his nose nervously. "You'd do the same."

She hums thoughtfully. "Perhaps."

He kisses the tip of her nose. "For sure." He smiles. "But we better run."

Annie nods quickly and they're out the door in five seconds flat.

The brunch goes great... up until the diplomats start ordering breakfast cocktails. Armin of course couldn't possibly refuse when offered the sparkly drink (the intention was after all to suck up to them), so he has more than a few refills. After that, the world becomes a little blurry around the edges.

He's returning to their table after a much needed bathroom break, when Annie walks up to him and cuts him off.

"What?" he says.

She leans in. "I'd return the favor from this morning, but I don't think you want me groping your crotch in public."

What in the world, he thinks. "Huh?"

Annie's gaze flicks down. "Your flies are open."

Armin's hands fly to his pants. Oh dear, she's not wrong. Keeping an eye on the delegation, he angles himself subtly and pulls his zipper up.

He takes Annie's hand in his and squeezes. "Thank you, love. You always have my back."

She hums noncommittally and leads them back to the table without commenting. She doesn't need to, though. Armin knows it to be true.

#asks #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #prompt fill #my writing #mini fic

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flecks-of-stardust · 11 months ago

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calling the astrophysicists and planetary scientists of rain world

hi i'm a little bit fucking nuts, but i'm curious about this and hopefully someone on tumblr has an answer for me. tl;dr: i got myself into trying to figure out whether it was possible (following our laws of physics; if you want to reinvent physics, be my guest) for a planet to have a significantly shorter period of daytime as compared to nighttime on average, so something like a day-night cycle where daytime is 12 earth hours, while nighttime is 1 earth week. it doesn't have to be that extreme though, at minimum i just want to figure out if it's possible to have an uneven day-night length.

the reason this is relevant to rain world is because i'm trying to work with this idea as a possible explanation for why hibernation is called 'hibernation,' since having a night time this long, due to a whole host of issues like temperature outside, would force any life to take shelter until daylight returned. obviously not everything about rain world can be made applicable to our laws of physics; we don't have anything resembling void fluid, and that's. probably a good thing, but it means anything void fluid related, we can't really predict in terms of planetary science, so i've mostly been ignoring that.

going to add a cut here because the longer this post goes the more unhinged it's going to be. but if you don't want to read the rest of this, proposal for you: planet rain world is actually a moon of a bigger planet.

that crack theory is something i settled on because based on what i've looked at so far, it doesn't seem possible for a normal planet to have such a staggered day-night cycle? not unless it's tidally locked with its sun, sort of like what mercury has going on in our solar system, but tidal locking with the sun is probably not a great thing for life in any capacity, so that's not what i'm going with. the concept here is that due to planet rain world being a moon of a bigger planet, there is a portion of time it spends completely behind the bigger planet, thereby being completely blocked from receiving sunlight. i don't know if this idea alone is even possible; our own moon doesn't seem to be blocked from receiving sunlight by being behind earth, but our moon is also tidally locked with earth and it's god damn gigantic for a moon, so i don't know if it's a good point of comparison. i haven't got around to looking at jupiter or saturn's moons yet, especially io, but i ran out of steam before i got to that point, so i don't think it's happening.

this obviously gets into a lot of problems. how big is planet rain world and how big would the planet it's orbiting be? where are both of them in their solar system? how many other planets are in the solar system? what's the orbital path of both planetary objects? their rotational velocity? orbital velocity? axial tilt? geoactivity? among probably other questions that i can't even think of right now. there's also the factor of planet rain world very obviously having a moon of its own, which is theoretically possible (hence why i brought up io earlier), but we haven't found any planets with submoons yet. what i did find said that submoons are very likely to have unstable orbits that will result in either the bigger planet adopting the moon, or the submoon spiraling into the moon and crashing into it, and both of these scenarios probably did not happen with planet rain world (or... not yet? up to you i guess). there's also other concerns regarding planet habitability, stuff related to climate and atmosphere and evolution and what have you, but i'm not going to keep going here. point is, there's a lot of complicating factors, ones that i don't know how to contend with. i'm not an astrophysicist or a planetary scientist, i'm a biologist that's way out of their depth. the furthest i got was this:

this doubles as an image description, but there's a lot going on in this. the orange quarter circle in the bottom left is the solar system's sun. the blurple circle in the middle is the big planet, and the partially black circles on an elliptical path around it is planet rain world. the orange parts on it are a marker of the sunlight exposure they're getting, while the blurple parts are where the big planet blocks sunlight from reaching planet rain world. (if you actually bother drawing lines on the left side of the orbit, you'll see that the point where planet rain world is starting to loop back around to the starting position but is still partially blocked by the big planet is not, in fact, actually blocked by the big planet. i... drew this in medibang.) so obviously the half of planet rain world that faces the sun is going to get sunlight, except when it's behind the big planet, wherein it'll get no sunlight. the white dots on them are a marker for a particular position on the planet, showing how it's spinning counterclockwise as it orbits the big planet. it also completes one full revolution in only half of its orbital path, so it takes approximately two full revolutions to get sunlight again. the yellow ellipses and the dark yellow dots on them represent the moons of planet rain world, orbiting it quickly clockwise.

i know i am making so, so many assumptions here and i don't even know if this works at all. but i'm way out of my depth here and i gave it my best shot. the elliptical orbits are just... i'm pretty sure a circular orbit wouldn't give me what i'm trying to go for regarding daylight length? that's really the main reason, and also just. single planet systems are more likely to have planetary bodies that orbit elliptically, from what i've read. but that's about all i know. if anyone else knows more than i do and is interested in taking up this theory themself, feel free, and let me know if you ever figure something out, i would love to know as well. otherwise... dunno. consider the crack theory. if you want.

also because it's space, i made a version with a dark background and stars:

#rain world #if you think this is fucking nuts you should see the shit i do for the stuff i'm actually interested in #i am just like this. for everything #i could feel my brain cells dying as i drew in the orbitals for the submoon #anyway i'm throwing this out into the wild of tumblr #i literally don't even subscribe to this theory myself #i just did this because i was curious if it was possible

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distant-velleity · 11 months ago

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Stay With Me

Summary: Santiago and Chrysos have a lot of feelings to work out. Spoiler alert: they still don't confess. Word count: 2.6k Warnings: major character not-actually death (this is my Boxing Day gift to you all) A/N: I wish I could've put Major Character Death as a real warning. Alas... such is life. Anyway :) I'm super done with writing this, I don't wanna keep going insane, I'm just gonna post it as is. It's actually pretty tame for angst on my part. Enjoy!! Tagging: @thehollowwriter (finn mention!!!) @kitwasnothere and @nahelenia as my top 3 murderers <3

When Santiago comes to, groggy and lightheaded, he’s greeted by the watered-down sun filtering through the seas of Octavinelle above him. Bird and sky separated only by the glass and several gallons of water, his limbs sure feeling as distant and heavy as the ocean.

Ah, he thinks, ever-intelligently. How did I end up here…?

He can’t quite remember. All of his recent memories are escaping like soap bubbles in the wind.

While he racks his brain trying to figure it out, someone approaches and kneels next to him. A single glance at the person’s blonde hair and red eyes tells Santiago all he needs to know.

“Sorry about that,” Chrysos says, monotone as always. It’s hard to tell if the merman really is sorry or not. “I usually don’t get normal customers involved when 86’ing nuisances.”

Santiago can’t help the smirk that comes to him all too easily. “Are you sure I wasn’t the nuisance?”

“Hard to say,” replies Chrysos with an amused huff. He stands back up and offers Santiago a hand, to help him stand up.

Something about it feels off—maybe because Chrysos’ gaze seems so benevolent, that he seems so unbothered about gently helping someone he’d normally be too embarrassed or proud to. Still, Santiago laughs and sits up. “Tight-lipped as always,” he comments, and reaches for Chrysos’ hand, pulling himself up to stand.

They hold hands for a moment longer than they need to. It feels, if he dares to admit it just to himself, nice—

“Hold it.”

As if he’s been burned, Santiago jumps away from Chrysos at the sound of Azul’s voice. Approaching them are the Octavinelle housewarden and his entourage of three.

Santiago notices, with a distant sense of dread, that he’s never seen Chrysos look so furious and disappointed upon seeing his upperclassmen.

“Get back, Parrotfish,” Floyd warns. “That’s not the right Lionfishie to be getting all buddy-buddy with.”

How odd. Why would Floyd, of all people, go out of his way to warn him?

Santiago glances at the Octaquartet, then at Chrysos, whose expression is steadily darkening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chrysos says coldly.

“My, my.” Jade conceals his magic pen, clasped tightly in one hand, beneath the other. “There’s no need for that frigid tone. I’m sure we’re already on the same page.”

“No?” interjects Santiago. “No, we’re not. What’s going on?”

Finn looks him dead in the eye and then cocks his head towards Chrysos.

Santiago turns back around, and everything changes.

Where Chrysos was just standing as normal, there’s suddenly inky shadows surrounding the Octavinelle freshman. His eyes flare red-and-yellow as the ink (no, blot) viciously wraps around him in strands to form a cocoon of sorts. Santiago staggers back when the cocoon contracts, a dark purple haze spreading throughout the area and blocking out the sun. The whole dorm is plunged into a deep-sea darkness.

It’s Chrysos and a towering Phantom now, him hovering a little too close to the glowing pendant around its neck for anyone’s liking.

“We’re running out of time,” Azul says grimly. “Our fight from earlier didn’t do anything—”

“I’ll help fight him if it cuts down on time,” Santiago immediately declares without missing a beat. “If it saves his life.”

“Of course you would. Well, stay sharp, then.”

And Santiago tries, of course—

—but it doesn’t stop him from misfiring at some point, trying to hit the Phantom, only for it to grab Chrysos with a sickening crunch of his ribs and hold him up in range of the destructive fire spell. Santiago can only watch as it strikes Chrysos indiscriminately.

The resulting wail of agony is bloodcurdling and unbearable, but not nearly as much as when the Phantom moves a thrashing Chrysos closer and closer to its chest, a gaping hole like a beast’s maw forming there, the pendant dangling right before it.

“Wait—”

It’s what all the teachers warn about when they discuss the occurrences of Overblots. Defeat the Phantom, and the victim will come out unscathed. Take too long to destroy it, and the Phantom will… will…

Chrysos is brought to that gap, drawn in like an object near a black hole.

Santiago can’t breathe.

He can’t bring himself to close his eyes either. Even when a sinking feeling blossoms in his stomach, gripping him with all the force of a predator’s claws.

The ‘hand’ of the Phantom squeezes, another crunch of body parts that shouldn’t be breaking—

“Don’t you dare take him—let him go—” Santiago begs, but it’s useless.

The Phantom simply. Tucks Chrysos away in itself like nothing. Ignorant to his furious, fearful screams.

The hole in its chest closes over with viscous blot.

Santiago can’t look away.

“Ah… Ahh…”

can’t

look

away—

“AAAAAHHHHH—!!!”

A guttural scream tears its way out into the open from Santiago’s raw throat, burning and hoarse and painful. Still begging for a life not his own, his eyes fly open as he sits up in a grieving frenzy. “Chrysos, please, don’t leave—!”

“I’m right here,” calls a familiar voice from beside him, miraculously free of its terrifying Overblot overlay. It’s melodious and soothing, easy on the ears, just when he thought he’d never hear it again.

“You—” Santiago’s hand shoots out without thinking, clamping down on Chrysos’ where it was gripping the edge of his blanket.

…his… blanket…?

Only then does Santiago realize, half-delirious, that he’s on a bed in the school infirmary. He’s not in Octavinelle, he’s not surrounded by torrents and mists of pure blot. The air is clear here, and the sun is shining bright and pleasant through the windows like it does through the forest canopy back home. Although his lungs still burn a little, everything’s okay.

And, looking at the boy sitting right next to him—Chrysos is okay. He’s alive.

In silent awe, Santiago squeezes the cold, ungloved hand in his a little more tightly.

He’s alive.

Chrysos bites his lower lip and pointedly avoids looking at their joined hands. “What a nightmare you were having,” he says, false indifference in his tone. “Screaming like that… You’re lucky the nurse isn’t in right now.”

Santiago blinks. “A nightmare?”

“Yes. You were trembling and crying out in your sleep. If it weren’t the first time you’d shown any signs of movement in days…” Chrysos trails off, brows pressed tightly together.

Putting aside the fact that it was all little more than a bad dream, thank the Great Seven— “What do you mean, in days?” Santiago echoes disbelievingly. “I don’t even know how I ended up here, and you’re telling me I’ve been unconscious for days? Hello? Way to hit me with the double whammy.”

It was an attempt to lighten the mood for both their sakes, but when the corners of Chrysos’ mouth twitch downwards and his lips thin in a stressed frown, Santiago immediately realizes he’s said something either really wrong or really stupid. Or both.

“You don’t remember what happened at the SDC?” asks Chrysos. “Weren’t you there? You know, for Schoenheit’s Overblot, like Yu said…”

Santiago’s eyes widen. He only slightly loosens his grip on Chrysos’ hand a second later. “Oh, you mean—”

Toxic purple mist surrounded them, reeking of a sickly sweet concoction.

More saccharine still was the smile on Vil’s face. Even as blot dripped down his snow-white face from beneath his elaborate crown, he still found it in himself to pursue being the fairest one of all.

Showing simultaneously all and nothing of his burning jealousy and bitterness.

“—yeah, I remember,” he continues, letting out a laugh with no real humor in it. “I even remember getting a faceful of poisonous mist and then passing out right after the awards ceremony ‘cause I tried to act tough.”

“At least your brain wasn’t permanently damaged. That’s good,” remarks Chrysos with a half-hearted smirk. “Maybe you’ll be out of here sooner than I thought.”

No, there was definitely a screw knocked loose if Santiago was imagining Chrysos Overblotting in place of Vil… much less sobbing desperately at the possibility of his death…

…Santiago swallows, mouth suddenly dry for no good reason. “Uh-huh? I don’t know, I still feel a little off.”

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Chrysos suddenly leans forward, hand subconsciously moving at lightning speed to place itself on Santiago’s wrist. “You still feel off? You’re not messing with me, are you?” he asks, voice demanding with a hint of… something else. “I swear, I will have the nurse over here faster than—”

“Whoa! Don’t get your boxers in a twist, jeez!” Santiago exclaims, and Chrysos halts immediately. “Am I still dreaming? Did you just gaslight me into thinking this is reality? I mean, seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worried about me.”

“I’m not worried,” retorts Chrysos, although the watery look in his eyes as he tries to meet Santiago’s gaze says otherwise. And where there would normally be an underlying bite to his tone, it’s totally absent. “Isn’t it fair to ask questions when a certain someone has been unconscious for days?”

Nevermind, I’m definitely not still dreaming.

“So you’ve been worried about me. Got it.” Hopefully that isn’t giddiness bubbling up in his chest, despite—or because of—the way Chrysos sputters out another denial, because it sure as hell is conflicting with his sense of spite. “Why don’t you save any of it for yourself? You’ve been a resident here way more often than me.”

Chrysos stiffens, before puffing up a little; chin lifted indignantly and gaze judgmental. Santiago wouldn’t have it any other way.) “I was conscious all those times and did not actively inhale dangerous toxins made by a very powerful mage.”

Seriously, this guy… Santiago shakes his head. “Dude, I heard you nearly turned yourself into sand that one time, also because of ‘a very powerful mage.’ I saw for myself when you could’ve died fighting Jamil or Overblotted at the same time and had to stay in the infirmary for a very lengthy check-up. You know, you—”

died in my dream because of me and I would never forgive you or myself for that matter if that actually happened,

“—are a grade-A idiot getting hung up on the wrong details,” he decides to say instead. “One of these days, you’re gonna end up back here and I’m gonna get to say ‘I told you so.’”

“Hmph.” Chrysos scoffs and turns his head away. To anyone else, it might look aristocratically prim and stuck-up in the way his hair tosses slightly. “You wouldn’t come running to my bedside crying out my name, then?”

It’s Santiago’s turn to stiffen, feeling called out in too many ways. “...fuck, I forgot you heard me talking in my sleep. Well…” He pauses, searching for an appropriate response. “I would if you wanted me to.” He doesn’t have time to appreciate how smooth that was on his part before his traitorous mouth moves faster than his brain, going right ahead and saying, “And I’d still do it even if you didn’t want me to, ‘cause if you die on me I’m absolutely going to—”

Crap! Backtrack, backtrack, backtrack!

He shuts up immediately before he can incriminate himself any more, pursing his lips and watching carefully for signs of a negative reaction.

Almost too neutrally, Chrysos glances back over at him from the corner of his eyes, the piercing look in his irises only partially hidden by his lashes. “...You really would be that concerned?”

“Maybe,” Santiago answers, pasting on a nervous smile.

“‘Maybe’ isn’t an acceptable response.” Chrysos looks him straight in the eyes. His hand feels warmer, for some reason. “Don’t be shy. What would you do?”

Santiago huffs defensively. “Fancy that, you telling me to not be shy—”

“Santiago. Stop messing with me already.”

That tone, desperate and curious and impatient all in one, is singlehandedly more commanding than any other order Santiago has ever gotten in his life.

The beastman slumps back against the headrest, being sapped of his will to argue. He already knows it’s pointless. It’s kind of hard to beat around the bush when the bush has already slapped you in the face with a very thorny nightmare. “Miss you, probably. I mean, I dreamed about it, but…”

He thinks about the way he screamed and forced himself to wake up because that scenario had seemed so real. Probably can only begin to describe whatever he was feeling.

“...Well. You’re the only person who’s ever gotten me, y’know, so don’t die because you couldn’t help yourself. I don’t wanna have to cope with my dream becoming reality. Please,” he finishes lamely.

“Oh.” Chrysos stares blankly at him for a moment, then at their hands. “...oh,” he repeats, in a much quieter ‘sudden realization’ sort of voice.

Santiago squints at him. “Dude. What kind of guy tells his buddy to open up about his feelings in such a pleading tone and then is surprised when he actually opens up about it?”

“The one right next to you who was expecting his buddy to dodge the question again.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Santiago replies, rolls his eyes.

Chrysos worries his bottom lips, gaze shifting to the side suspiciously quickly. It looks like he’s considering something.

“...Are you taking that literally?” Santiago wants Chrysos to take what he said literally, to be honest, but that’s beside the point.

“Because you’re so dense, yes,” Chrysos snaps back. His free hand comes up to tug one of his curls closer to his face in that bashful way he always does. “If you died like you could’ve from Schoenheit’s poison, I would march right over to the afterlife and drag you back into the world of the living. Then I’d beat you into the ground for hurting me like that. Your ass is not leaving this life until I say it’s okay to. Does that make enough sense to you?”

“I don’t remember the story of the musician and his muse being this violent,” mutters Santiago, feeling incredibly touched despite the brash nature of that admission. Or maybe because of it.

Chrysos’s cheeks flush as red as the ends of his hair. “You asked. I delivered. Look who’s being a hypocrite now.”

“Touché.”

It feels like something between them has… changed, when they both fall silent for lack of things to say. Not in the terrifying way Santiago’s surroundings shifted during his nightmare, but a change for the better. Like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, making the silence bearable.

“I… think I may need to go,” Chrysos says, a dusting of pink still on his face. Maybe because he’s spoken too much, or at least by his own standards. He stands up, letting go of Santiago’s hand. “Culture fair and. All that. You know how it is. I’ll see you—”

“Wait a minute.”

Santiago reaches out and, instead of just grabbing, intertwines their fingers. His longer ones settle perfectly between Chrysos’ knuckles as if they were meant to be there.

The merman goes still.

“Hypothetically,” Santiago begins, “if I asked you to stay a little longer—would you say yes?”

Chrysos’ mouth opens, freezes, and then closes. When he next speaks, it’s slow and cautious, like he’s testing out how the words actually feel. Testing the waters. “In this hypothetical scenario… I could be convinced to stay. Possibly.”

“Cool. So don’t run away just yet. Stay here with me.”

They make eye contact.

“...How persuasive. Well—” Chrysos sighs and sits back down, before offering Santiago a small smirk. Barely noticeable, but there. “It seems like I’ve actually got plenty of time to spare all of a sudden.”

Santiago can’t help but smile too.

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #santiago parro #chrysos pendentif #with a minor guest appearance from #finn clearcove #canon character appearances <3 too lazy to tag once again #bro. these. these freaking two.#santiago 'i cope using humor because i don't think my true feelings are socially acceptable to talk about' parro #and chrysos 'i am going to go ten different kinds of insane if this bird doesn't speak clearly to me' pendentif #theyre FINALLY getting over themselves a little #santiago: im going to hide how i feel about this! he'll never know!#santiago when chrysos deems the situation dire enough to actually sniff out his bullshit: ...fuck #ill stop going insane in the tags but #these two are literally an inch away from just confessing 💀 im so done with them

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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Reading for Context

I don’t really feel like scrolling through community profiles has taught me anything. People tend to just post normal tumblr posts and not tirades about shipping. I was told to just scroll OTNF go understand, but OTNF’s feed is just screenshots from a K-drama and idiots pestering him about pronouns for some reason. Is there like a specific way to do it? So… i’ve actually never understood the social conventions of other people in any group i’ve been in. I haven’t really had in real life friends since middle school.

This is actually kind of an interesting question.

First, let me be plain, what you've been asking repeatedly over the last couple of weeks or however long it's been is this:

How does a neurodivergent person who fundamentally is not good at social nuance, reading comprehension, and picking up on context get better at those things?

I've known people whose parents hired coaches to work with them on a weekly basis for years. "How does socializing work?" is not a simple question.

Teaching reading comprehension is hard too.

I vaguely remember a lot of times in school where English teachers spent whole semesters trying to get us to understand not only what figurative language meant in context but how to detect that it was present in the first place. I still remember this one 9th grade classmate wailing "But why does it have to be a metaphor?"

What you're asking about is something most people work on for decades, yet you want randos to summarize it simply in a few sentences.

The first thing that jumps out at me here is the superficiality of how you're describing engaging.

When people say to lurk, they're talking about a deep engagement with a community. They're talking about reading closely, including comments, for a month, not scrolling back through a week and just skimming the top-level posts.

Did you open the replies on my tumblr posts where other people besides me are discussing things? Did you look at the reblogs with content, and not just the ones I reblogged back onto my own tumblr?

Beyond the exact number of days you should read or the exact procedure, people are talking about a very in-depth kind of engagement in general. The point is that it's difficult to just come into a new space and know how it works without studying it.

For example, I talk about oldschool fanfic stuff a lot. A logical default assumption is that I'm a woman. Are you not familiar enough with fanfic spaces to assume that, or are you coming from Spacebattles or something?

Why on earth would you default to 'him'?

I'm not insulted: it just shows a staggering lack of clue about the context you found me in.

I've linked you to my patreon where you can see my pro writing pseudonym, which is obviously female. My tumblr itself links to my pro writing and gives my actual name, which is also fairly obviously feminine. I've also recently talked about being pregnant. Yes, it was oblique and I only confirmed it in the replies, not a top-level post, but plenty of regulars noticed. (Yes, yes, biology is not gender, but still...)

There are plenty of clues I'm not a "him", but you missed them all. I don't care about pronouns, but I do care about people who don't bother to or aren't capable of reading closely.

Quite a few people have sent me asks asking what I'm watching. I have repeatedly said that it's DMBJ and described it as "the Chinese tomb raider franchise". Yet you assumed it was Korean for some reason. This suggests that you just scrolled through quickly and did not actually thoroughly read the text of the posts or the replies. It suggests that your eyes skipped over the boring-looking short text posts in between the picspams.

It suggests you didn't bother to google what I was watching when I did say the name because you don't give enough of a shit to bother. That doesn't suggest a very high level of interest in my blog or any reason I should cut you any slack or pay attention to what you think.

It also suggests that you didn't look back all that far. I've been posting a lot about DMBJ, but I only started downloading Ultimate Note on July 15th and Tomb of the Sea on August 1st.

If you want to understand a community, scrolling hurriedly through one month of content and not actually reading it closely is insufficient.

This is what people mean when they say you're not willing to put in the work and want other people to do it for you.

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solkteaa · 7 months ago

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Hello! I saw in one of your posts you were wanting headcanons, so here's some of mine :]

Pearl x Marina-

Not much of a headcanon, since it is somewhat cannon but Pearl and Marina are so gay for each other they always are thinking about each other and with any chance they get, they will talk about the other, this mostly applies to Pearl. I also think that Pearl would totally think she is the "one with the pants" in the relationship, but shes really just a big ol simp for Marina and will do anything for her

Agent 8-

I have a headcanon of them being mute, since in game they dont talk anyways, I also headcannon them having a kinda shyish personality

Captain 3/Agent 3-

They have grown cold and have PTSD from everything they've seen. When they first became an agent in splatoon 1 they always dreamt of being Captain, but after everything they've experienced they don't feel the joy of helping others that they used to feel when they were younger

Thats about all I have, hope this helped!

Try not to die, Agent 3!

[This took so long bc of school, it's literally the first week and I'm already being slapped in the face with piles of work. I also rushed this as well when I worked on it especially at the end, it's definitely not my best work. I used the captain headcannon for tgis btw]

Sometimes the people forget the Captain joined the New Squidbreak Splatoon when they where a child. At times Captain wonders if they even one hundred percent consented in the first place. Cuttlefish did basically just point at them and say "you're Agent 3 of the Squidbreak Splatoon, you have to save the Great Zapfish. Try not to die, kid!"

Agent 3 was sat on the ground criss cross, as they listened to whatever this old man had to say. They really did just zone out mid way when after he pointed out that all they were doing was saving the Zapfish. Three figured it was like turf war, it was easy enough. What's the point of listening?

Worse mistake ever.

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"Not too bad, kid."

Agent 3 had made it through the kettle unscathed so far, besides stepping in octarian ink a few times. A burning sensation, shot through their shoulder, sickly magenta ink connecting with the suit's armor. Getting hit with ink didn't cause pain? In turf wars it was a dull thud at most. Getting splatted was fast and painless, you couldn't feel anything but slight annoyance.

Agent 3 shifted into squid form, (more like fell to the ground and pathetically coward in their ink) and snuck around to hide behind a box to nurse their injury.

"Agent 3? You alright?" Cuttlefish'e voice crackled through the headset. Three let out a grunt and nodded, could he even see them nod?, "Be careful, I would hate for you to be splatted on your first mission."

The pain faded fast but it was a rude awake up call that this wasn't Turf War. This wasn't where the worse punishment you can get is your rank lowering or angry teammates yelling at you.

Eventually they gained enough confidence to continue on. The rest of the kettle goes on with shots grazing their body, or narrowly avoiding getting splatted. Three felt a bit dazed as they staggered back with the Mini Zapfish in their hand.

The moment Agent 3 spotted Captain Cuttlefish again. "Why did it hurt? It's not like that in Turf War."

"You weren't listening, were you?" Agent 3 shook their head with a nervous grin, knowing that he was probably disappointed.

He cleared his throat before beginning, "weapons like the Hero Shot or octotrooper vehicles-" Cuttlefish pointed to the gun in Agent 3's hand with his cane, "don't have the same safety limits as the ones back in Inkopolis. Weapons in turf are for inking, the ones that you have is for powering through enemies with higher pressure and bigger damage. They are made for actual war."

Agent 3 look down at the Hero Shot in their hands, well that explained a lot. "So getting splatted is extra painful here?" Agent 3 was hoping Captain Cuttlefish would reassure them that everything would be fine. He did not.

"Octo Valley, even with the Great Zapfish, barely has enough energy. To get troops and checkpoints running it takes lots of juice. Our own respawns are even harder to wire up without the Great Zapfish."

His expression suddenly dimmed, "Three, if you get splatted three times in a kettle. It's over. You die and there's no bringing you back."

"oh."

"But I'm sure you'll be fine! Just don't get splatted!" Captain Cuttlefish pats Agent 3 on the shoulder to reassure them, though it was a little too late now. The warmth of the Mini Zapfish in their hands did nothing to warm the feeling of cold fear in their heart, nor did the Captain's words of 'encouragement.'

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After that Agent 3 experience as an agent wasn't as bad as they thought it would be. Muscle memory and habits built in the kettles transfered to turf. Eventually, Agent 3 started to take pride in their role of the New Squidbreak Splatoon. If it wasn't for the fact the NSBS was supposed to be a secret to the public, they'd probably be rubbing it in everyone's face about now. It's the fact that they were contributing to something so much bigger than them that they loved so much about the job. I mean- imagine being the captain one day- that's a even bigger deal! Before this they were was just a pathetic wannabe Dj with decent turf skills, now they're actually doing something with their life! (Unlike their hygiene.)

But then deep sea metro happened. For some reason, something switched. They weren't exactly outgoing but they were definitely more playful. Now it was like they were more mellowed out. Everyone noticed, at first they thought maybe they were just maturing, but then they started talking less and less. Not to mention, they started becoming less passionate about being an agent.

Eventually Craig had to retire, I mean, he was over a hundred years old. The role would've naturally gone to Agent 1 or 2 but they had they're careers as the Squid Sisters to worry about already. Agent 3 was second with the most experience. Honestly, they would've probably declined if it wasn't for the fact they were the best fitted for the job. They probably wasn't the best choice anyways as in they didn't have the same spark as they used to, but someone had to do it.

They kinda wish they would've stuck to music. Honestly the whole 'being a agent is the best' thing was probably because they were young and loved adrenaline, but when your 23 and spent majority of your teen years saving the world from people or AI that wants to destroy the world, you get tired of it. Three just didn't find joy in the work anymore.

Hopefully the new agent doesn't end up like them, as well.

#splatoon #agent 3 #captain 3 #inkling #new squidbeak splatoon #squid sisters

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serenescribe · 5 months ago

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long time, no see! (housekeeping post)

it's been a while!

i've been very largely offline over the greater part of my semester, but now that that's over, i'm back! kinda. i've actually been back for a while, but laziness kicked in, and i didn't get to this sooner u-u (a gentle reminder that i am always much more active at my main @memoryoflife!)

that being said, here's a couple of things:

1 - i'll be uploading all my tumblr-exclusive fics and drabbles to ao3 over the summer. i won't be posting them all at once, mainly to avoid flooding the twst ao3 fandom tag (and also because of formatting, tagging, titling, writing summaries, etc...) so i'll be staggering these uploads. i'll update people here when it's done, though. drabbles below 1k words will be on my pseud ardentarchivist, while longer one-shots will be on my main account. might have some exceptions here and there, but that's generally it!

2 - i might make some tumblr crossposts for some existing ao3 works, fics that were written in the past, but without a post here. just to try and keep things a little more connected between here and ao3. i'll be indicating the date on these fics, so at least there'll be a note that they're older works!

3 - i'm not sure if i'll reopen writing requests again. suggestions maybe, but we'll see. even if i do, i'd be interest in taking requests for more than just twst, so i might get to work on a proper list of stuff i'm happy to write about. i still love twst a lot, don't get me wrong, but i was never a twst-only writer; it just happened to preoccupy me for a good, solid year. which brings me to...

4 - a gentle reminder to all that i am, and have always been, very multifandom, and i'm about to become very annoying again. those who are maybe subscribed to me on ao3 have probably noticed that i've been posting a lot of fantasy high works, because the brainrot has seized me! i'd still like to write twst every now and then, but... if you came here solely for it, you may be disappointed.

in any case, i'm still here, i'm still writing, and my inbox is open, as it always is, if anyone wants to talk about things ♡

#ell rambles #housekeeping tag #cradling the bad kids in the palm of my hands. they are everything 2 me #hi i hope you are all doing well. i am in the trenches of my wip #glaciers has gotten out of hand. this was supposed to be 3 chapters. how is it at six

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hollowknighthelp · 6 months ago

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Hey I'm here to gove an updt on my HK playthrough :)

Got Voidheart

Fought Hollow

Beat Hollow

Fought Radiance

Haven't beat Radiance

Beat The Collector

Got Hiveblood

Got Grubberfly's elegy

Haven't beaten Grimm but got him to phase 2

Ayyy, nice!! Congrats on your progress!! And yeah, I'd recommend saving the Radiance for later. Might as well be as powered up as you possibly can be before taking her on! (But still, for the future, Abyss Shriek is THE Radiance Killer)

Since you've gotten (at least what I consider to be) the most annoying Pale Ore to get ((the Grubfather reward)), I assume you've got the Pure Nail now too?

Anyway, Troupe Master Grimm!

I'll put it under a cut, since the post is fairly long.

So. The funny thing about Grimm is that I've actually gotten so used to fighting Nightmare King Grimm and his attack patterns that when I fight regular Grimm, it. Looks pretty pathetic lmao

Still, I'll offer what tips I can!

Back when I first started fighting NKG, I used a pretty much exclusively nail-based playstyle for him. Normally I'm a very big advocate for using spells because they're Great, but for him? SOUL was used pretty much exclusively for healing during his staggers. Nowadays I do use spells during his fight, but since you're trying to win for the first time and it's for his sidequest? A nail-based build might be worth considering!

Mind you, that's Nightmare King Grimm. Because Troupe Master Grimm is a lot slower, there are probably more opportunities to sneak in some spell attacks. But, even so, your Charm Notches are limited! Especially due to Grimmchild completely wasting two of them. So, this is a very rare occurrence where I'd say Shaman Stone might not be worth equipping!

Instead, focus on Nail-based Charms! Quickslash is probably the one I'd recommend the most (and thus Steady Body would be a good choice as well, since those two pair great together). Fragile/Unbreakable Strength is, of course, amazing, but if you haven't been able to make it Unbreakable yet, then I totally understand not wanting to use it.

Grimm staggers after you've done 14 hits! And while he's staggered is the best time to heal. Assuming you have the SOUL for it, I believe you should be able to get at least two masks healed during his stagger, maybe even three. I honestly wouldn't even bother attacking him while he's staggered unless you don't need to heal (or don't have the SOUL for it), since you can only deal a maximum of 50 damage to him while he's in that state. And, sidenote, at least for NKG, I find that his first stagger and his first Pufferfish attack normally happen at around the same time! Not sure if the same is true for Troupe Master Grimm though.

Speaking of the Pufferfish, that happens a total of three times, specifically at each time he loses a quarter of his max health (i.e., 75% left, 50%, and 25%). You can use that knowledge to track how far you are in the fight!

As for evading that attack, it's... Mostly a matter of practice, I think. Stick to the far side of the battlefield, and avoid using the Monarch Wings as much as possible. You can use the Shade Cloak to dodge through the fireballs if you're really in a bad spot, but it's risky and might just make you collide with the next ball. I think avoiding damage using Descending Dark's invincibility frames should be a viable option, though? At least for Troupe Master Grimm anyway.

For Troupe Master Grimm, I think his floor spikes attack might be slow enough for you to safely get one heal in? But I'm not 100% certain. That said, if he happens to be close to you when he uses that attack, it's also the prime time to get a ton of damage in on him.

His lunge attack from the ceiling to the floor: thanks to Nightmare King Grimm, my default response to this attack is to use Descending Dark and its iframes. It's not as necessary to do that for Troupe Master Grimm, but it does still work!

His uppercut attack from the floor to the ceiling, with the falling fireballs afterward: dash through him with Shade Cloak when he dashes forward, then walk toward Grimm. You don't want to get under him, since a fireball drops there, but right next to him is a safe spot. ...At least, again, that's what I do for NKG, but I believe Troupe Master Grimm works the same way.

Fire bats: ...This is the attack I constantly take unnecessary damage on now because I'm used to NKG's version of it lmao. I no longer remember what I used to do to avoid it, but it might have been Jump, Double Jump, Shade Cloak? But I'm not certain.

If you're good at dodging the Pufferfish attack, then it might be worth getting that extra damage in at the start of the fight by hitting him while he bows to you (especially if you have Quickslash). Of course, this also comes at the cost of being a Horrible, Rude, Disrespectful opponent, but! Hey, whatever it takes to win, right? Alternatively, I think you should also have enough time to Dream Nail him while he bows (which doesn't bother him) and allow you to start the fight with a bit of extra SOUL

#ask #chaos-ace #gameplay ask #boss fight ask #troupe master grimm #. yeah sure i'll put this one in the main tag #hollow knight

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kharmii · 7 months ago

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Honestly, you’re one of the few sane people regarding the staggering levels of radical leftism. The self-hating, disembodied and suicide-glorifying part of young adults who are supporting Jihadist terrorism in the name of “”resistance”” is disturbing, especially coming from queer and/or white people with their “I’m a good person!” mind virus. Because the “good people” program is all Covid was about after that first year, and it’s all the Pro-Palestine crowd is about, too. I’ve yet to see one peaceful “protest” where they’re not parroting “From the river to the sea” not caring that they’re literally calling for the death of all Jews (or maybe they do know), or not use slurs, or glorify Hamas, or congregate in front of hospitals. None of those things are what mentally stable people do. I thought the dehumanization of non-Covid vaccinated people was bad, but this current level of hatred towards Jews is on another level.

Another thing I'm sick of is the 'Jewish people/white people are evil colonizers!' crap. First of all, Jewish people were trying to move into their ancestral land, and Palestine didn't exist until the 1940s. The Muslims did to the Jews what they do to anybody they conquer where they breed themselves to a majority, then start exterminating non-Muslims. They will do that in modern times until they succeed or are driven out of a place.

Only white people are expected to 'give back' land they settled, but Muslims are allowed to move around, run sex grooming and slave trades, and exterminate non-Muslims in lands they settled TO THIS DAY. White people in South Africa are still considered 'colonizers' even though they settled it in 1652, and I mean settled, not colonized. Just because other races happened to live around South Africa, doesn't mean they were necessarily in the land that white Europeans settled. Eventually they moved in when farming and modern medicine were introduced that allowed humanity to explode in numbers well beyond what would have been possible without European intervention.

-But anyway, did I ever post my covid testimony here on Tumblr? In early February of 2020, my mom and brother got really sick on their way to a hotel on vacation. They felt like they had a really bad flu for a few days. They had type B blood, so they think it might have been undiagnosed Covid because that blood type is supposedly weak to it. Since then, nobody in my entire extended family was ever proven to have it because most of us are reasonably healthy and have good lifestyle choices.

A month or so later, the government forced the kids into in-home learning, and everything got locked down. My workplace had us wear masks, but after a week, maybe 2/3 of coworkers in a sixty-person office stopped giving a shit and wouldn't wear them. Management didn't push it because we were getting a lot of call-offs from people (pretending to be) afraid of Covid. Luckily by then, I worked in a Democrat run state but was able to move over the border into a saner Republican run state where I enjoyed a much cheaper cost of living due to the tax burden being way down. I wasn't able to get a job there, and I was forced to commute an hour- but I did the best I could with my circumstances.

When they talked about the vaccine, my mom told me not to get it because she remembered that back in the 80's they came out with a vaccine for Swine Flu that killed more people than died of the actual flu. My hardcore Democrat grandmother got it and, while she didn't die, she got really sick from it. -So I took that advice and said that I'd wait until the vaccine was out for a while until I got it. After all, Covid only seemed to kill like a tenth of one percent of old fat people over 80, so I wasn't panicked enough to run right out and get an experimental vaccine.

Since I lived in a Republican state, my kids and siblings still in school had to do the in-home learning for a few months in spring of 2020, but by fall, they were back in school with masks. People were allowed to choose to have their children still do in-home learning, but they weren't forced to. In the Democrat run state, kids were forced to do in-home learning for over a year. The teacher's union there fought for it because they wanted to not have to work and still get paid.

Most churches did Facebook live the summer of 2020, but we were back in church in most places by fall of 2020.

-And speaking of, they paid people to sit on their asses and not work for a year! In my place of employment, we were severely short staffed because most of the black women with kids took off and got paid by the government. All the men of any race and all the white women with kids stayed at work, and luckily, we had the majority, or nothing would have gotten done. There were offices with a higher percentage of people not working, so they were like ghost towns. For that year and long after, nobody was allowed to take leave unless they had FMLA. I personally went to work and sent my kids to normal school because I wasn't going to subject them to life locked in my house with no friends and social life and fresh air.

When the vaccine came out, a bunch of my coworkers went in a big group right out to get it, and that's even before they threatened to fire people for not getting it. Since my place of employment was so short staffed, they were one of the few who wouldn't push us, but I knew of several other people who were scrambling to get medical and religious exemptions so they could avoid being forced.

The funny thing is that all the coworkers who got the vaccine got really sick the second time they got the shot. Most -if not all- got Covid every year since. Some of them got long Covid and ended up forced into retirement. I'm one of the few people in my workplace who, despite not wearing masks and getting shots, has never had Covid. Some people would get the shot and still get Covid and then still wear the stupid mask, as if it were a stupid virtue signaling political statement. I quipped that I wasn't going to get the vaccine because for all I knew, it caused people to get Covid. Aren't vaccines supposed to prevent you from getting the thing that it's made to vaccinate you against? It's utter shenanigans.

Then there's all the other weird stuff around the Covid scam, like how my great uncle died of a heart problem that made it so someone found his dead body in a shower. Doctors told him his problem was so bad they couldn't treat it because he would just die on the operating table. His son had to fight to keep 'Covid' off his death certificate as cause of death because hospitals were putting it on there every chance they could. Every person who 'died of Covid' meant they were getting additional government funding.

There's also the 'died suddenly' conspiracy theory that I think might be true. Even though I don't know anybody who died from Covid -just people who got the really bad flu- I do know of reasonably healthy middle-aged people who dropped dead for seemingly no reason, like a female nurse here and a male basketball coach there.....

#colonizers #muslims #the usual bullshit #covid 19 #conspiracy theories #srsly tho #covid vaccine #shenanigans #testimony #leftist culture #leftist hypocrisy #lemgthy boi

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💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Seokjin

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Romance, Complicated relationships, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5070

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut, death threats, ownership, toxic masculinity pokes, patriarchal, hierarchy, spoken mxm

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This one-shot is inspired by a story that I'm writing, called: Sandman. There's another one, also inspired on Sandman, called: Finally Alone and Golden hour

I will post Sandman only for paid members once it's finished. (Memberships won't be available until I the story is completed)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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You love the visual aspect of Kim's Manor. The changes Namjoon made after their father died, to make it more in his style, has paid off. The sun bathes the stone walls outside retaining the warmth and somehow when you lean on them in the late afternoon, they feel like you are leaning against the man himself.

That's not all; the place is much greener, a lot less rigid than his father's aesthetic. But it still holds a majestic escence that simply seems to flow through them like the blue blood flows through the Min's veins.

Past the entrance hall, the interior makes you feel at home, but as you step in through the magnificent hardwood door, the first welcome to the house gives of "don't get too comfortable" vibes. Adequate, to get uninvited guests in and out in record time.

Two, also magnificent, spiral sets of stairs lead to the first floor, guarded at the top by men in black suits. Down, there's a double door in between and in front of it, two regal navy-blue, velvet sofas that look as comfortable to sit on as they are; hard cushoned surfices, beautiful to look at but nothing else. However, it is the emptiness of the space and the white walls that make you feel like you are not expected to stay.

His office is on the left, the only double doors on that side, with a toilet room. Although, outside, there's another one for the guests that almost hides behind the spiral set of stairs at that side. On the right, is access to the visitor's garden, where a couple fountains let water fall over a pebbled pond with Koi fish the size of your forearm and some different indigenous species that are way too freshly put in for you to have had the time to learn.

The double door in between the stairs, rigid and uninviting as it looks, it's the first opening to the comforts of the house.

It leads to the kitchen with a private chef and a table for four. The dining room is on the right, after a set of french doors, with an impressive table of eighteen seats, only used in special events, needless to say.

A long hallway leads to the private gardens, on the left. On the right, at the end, an integrated door matching the walls leads to Namjoon's private art gallery, where you have been spending your free time the last couple of days. Trying to skip the reality you live in, the few hours you are allowed to do so; maybe even trying to skip the princess-like treatment you get in this house, you let the art speak to you in whispers.

It makes you uncomfortable, to say the least, to be helped out of your shoes when you come back from outside. Unfortunately, you know Namjoon's mannerism doesn't allow him to offer less from his house service.

As a teenager it used to make you fly away, forget the calamities befalling on your destiny. But after so many years of not being a family guest, it just reminds you of how easy things were when they looked so complicated; when you didn't know or do all that you have.

The nostalgia has your attention on the gloomy paintings of Namjoon's little museum. But it is this one particular painting that has you fixated. It's not new, you had set your eyes on it briefly before, six months ago, when you noticed things had been moved around. That's how long it's been since you last stepped in the house, you realise and your vision blurs before you flicker your lashes to take in the painting once again.

It's the Water Lily Pond by Claude Monet that sure has cost Namjoon a pretty penny. Whatever they have displayed at the museum is a replica. This time, well known by the government, since they never purchased the original. They think the original burned, when it was simply never meant for the public by its last owner.

The oil painting makes you feel something undefined and clear at the same time with many reads to be done from its brush strokes. For you, it gets personal. You can’t see the other side of the bridge in your life either, the gloomy sensation, it feels like a representation of your current state in life.

Even having broken up with Seokjin, with no openings for a misunderstanding or for him to think there was a way back, he still has eyes on you. Depriving you from redoing your life at the emotional level, no other man is allowed to be with you, under the clear and known threat that he is.

Seokjin, in his patriarchal mind, isn't so worried about you spending time with women in private. Even if you slept with them, you know he would just see it the same way he would if you masturbate. To him, that isn’t real sex, or a threat to his domain over you.

When it comes to men, the story is completely different. If one is to become close enough to ask for a date, daring to, he would soon receive a warning from one of Seokjin's men. If ignored, you have already experienced the distress of having your company taken out of a restaurant by two men and have to physically fight Seokjin himself. Needless to say, he didn't win that fight and you only saw him again in the street, running away from you.

The only men allowed around you are Jimin and Seokjin's business partners. The first wouldn't cross his brother, neither does he have that interest in you, and the seconds guide themselves by the same rules Seokjin does; one of them being to not get involved with a partner's woman, even if they have broken up.

You get startled when weight sets at your side on the round, modern-leather ottoman seat. Taehyung, still in his pyjamas, sits next to you, looking at the same painting with his back perfectly straight against nothing. The cotton of the textil looks so well on his body, he could pass for a model inside this particular room.

"It makes me think of you," he mutters, before meeting your eyes.

"Why is that?" you ask him, looking at the painting again and you feel him shift to stare at it too, pressing a palm on the seat, next to your thigh.

"You are trapped on one side of the bridge, without knowing how to get or what to expect at the other side. The gloomy image and how you can’t see the water… Seokjin is under it, ready to break that bridge, no matter how many times it gets constructed," he whispers, leaning closer and Hyunjin moves away to pace the room automatically.

"One could say you read my mind," you reply, letting your back fall over the soft and comfortable surface, big enough to fit two people lying down on it. Three copies of this same furniture, in an autumn palette, are placed in the room to view the art displayed, strategically put in front of Namjoon's favourite pieces. You know the fact they are this big it's for him to be able to nap if he feels like it. This place is his sanctuary, after all.

"I know you," he says, in a low tone that makes your skin set in goosebumps. "I know you crave for the freedom he doesn't allow you to have, but also that you are not selfish enough to let someone get hurt to obtain such freedom." He lets his upper body fall too as he speaks and with his last word, he looks at you sideways. Like that, you stay looking at each other for a few minutes.

You see it again in his eyes; the unregretful love and you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "How did I stay so long in love with him?" you whisper, closing them. Your throat hurts so much from all the contained crying at this point, you have to hawk to clear it.

"Hyunjin!"

"Yes, sir."

"Go to the city and bring us those pastries the lady loves so much," he orders and you open your eyes when the guard comes near and stops right at your side, waiting for your approval.

"Go, I'll be fine," you tell him and he bows, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself.

Your eyes fall on Taehyung again. "It wasn't your fault to fall for him. He was always good to you. Hell, he still is." A certain sourness can be heard in his tone to those last words but you can only guess why. "He's never wronged you directly, neither was his intention," he mutters letting his eyes fall on you staggering you with his way of speaking. "I'm not defending him. Hell knows I had to hide from him for almost a year, until he got bored, to now kiss his ass," he concedes. "I'm just saying it's normal that you fell. Besides, he's older, and you clearly have to have daddy issues with the Hitman raising you." You slap him in the chest with a pout and he scoffs, closing one eye, "Hah-auch…" He grabs your wrist, chuckling.

"You have daddy issues," you scowl, not really angry at him.

"To let Seokjin give it to me while you were naked next to us, I surely have," he mutters and his admission makes the words Seokjin said that day make a lot of sense. Taehyung has always been in love with you and would do anything to be as close as the circumstances allow him.

"Do you regret it?" you mutter, starting to play with the lacey edge of your silk pyjama shirt. The fabric is soft, new, courtesy of Jimin’s good mood.

"The only thing I regret is not having had the balls to kick his ass when he pulled me off the bed the way he did and take you right before his eyes." You are astonished by his statement. That would have been his death on the spot; he had to hide for a year, only for trying to touch you at that moment. Seokjin wouldn't have hesitated after what you saw in his eyes. "You knew, right?"

"Know what?" you reply, being caught off guard.

"That I was in love with you," he confesses. "Am."

"I didn't know then… I actually thought you wanted to sleep with him, not me, at that time." you admit and he frowns, surprised. "You seemed to enjoy flirting and feeling him so much–"

"I did," he confesses. "One thing doesn't take away the other but it was a means to an end. If that was the only way to have you at least once, show you in another way my love, and then just have to be your friend forever; I had to take it, and make the most of it." His voice sounds soft but he hufs right after. "Seokjin has always been attractive and I maybe fancied a taste," he says, touching his lips with two fingers, making you smirk.

"You really have your own way through life, don't you?" you ask him, turning on your back again, a smile lingering on your face; looking at the fresco on the ceiling representing your galaxy. If you could only touch the sky for a moment.

"If I had my own ways–" He cuts himself off propping on his elbow to look at you from your left flank. His other hand approaches your face and he caresses your chin with his index finger. Without thinking you grab said hand and kiss the finger, making his eyes bulge. When they soften, he lets out the air he was holding, parting his lips. "Fuck it," he mumbles and leans over to catch you by surprise with a kiss.

You simply can't resist the touch of his moist lips slipping his taste through the spaces and your hands meet the long threads at the back of his head. The hand at your chin travels down towards your shoulder and keeps its way down until it settles on your waist, right under your ribs.

The kiss doesn't intensify for a while because he is still trying to adjust to the fact it is happening, like the time you were on top of him. You have simply craved his touch so much that you'll take whatever he wants to give and he feels too good to be rushed.

But as you relax into it, your own need plays a part and you allow yourself to pull him closer, sliding a hand underneath his chest and to his back. Automatically, he loses balance on his elbow and his half hovering body falls on yours. The gentle touch of his knee against yours, turning into his hip against your crotch. Both of you gasp and you feel him twitch.

He tries to recover his balance and the safe distance parting his lips, all flustered, caught off guard. You take the chance to use the buttons you know are placed somewhere at your right, looking for them with your palm. You move away when you find the remote, infused in the seat and let your head hang to see what to touch. Pushing two buttons all the black blinders of the room slowly draw down and the light goes off, allowing the fluorescent blue-purplish painting on the ceiling to illuminate the whole space.

You let your head fall back on the seat, looking up and you can see him do the same with the corner of your eyes. The image of him is as if out of a fairy tale; his pure heart, still alive somewhere within his observing dreamy eyes. Your only reason to draw the blinds, to let the art-form of reality take the protagonism, is to hide the transgression you intend on allowing.

It's been going on for too long. You are not a thing to be owned, you never were, and Seokjin knew that from the beginning. You made it clear you had your own mind; your own way to live and that was what had him fall for you. Now, after letting him toy with you for almost a year, play the owner; the bet is over and Taehyung is too much of a crave for you. Now, you will allow your friend to get something he wants as much as you do.

You hook your ankle behind his thigh, drawing him to you. "We've already crossed lines. We might as well die taking it to the furthest one."

"You won't, but I'll gladly make him stop breathing if he comes for me," Taehyung says. "As I told you, I'm done with his bullshit," he expresses and you simply put a hand on his face. He leans closer and his lips trace the same paths they have a minute ago.

"This time I want you to cum on or in me… not your pants," you mutter parting from his lips and he lets his forehead fall to your side, cracking up.

After wheezing, he finally finds his voice, "I was trying to keep the set boundaries and get you off, I don't know who kept it going until I spilled…" he whispers against your earlobe and then bites it before meeting your face again. "You better be on the pill because I've wanted to fill up this pussy of yours since the first time I saw it." You giggle at his statement but then look at the way his face doesn't match the one of pure lust.

In his perfection, with those straight locks like a curtain over your forehead, his eyes are the ones of love again, devotion even. That reminds you of Seokjin, he still looks at you like that, when you give him the time to be in your presence longer than a minute but that thought only breaks your heart further. If he wasn't so sick in his obsession for you, things would have been perfect. You loved him, maybe you even still do, even if you can't forgive his ways. You always have. As far as your memory goes, he was always there, he was always kind to you; to the point of making you fall for him in your teenage years.

A single tear falls from the corner of your left eye to your temple, raw feelings cutting through you like knives. You can’t do it. You are convinced, once Seokjin finds out, there will be no hiding behind Namjoon for Taehyung, there will be no place on earth for him to be safe. There, your love for him, or both, makes you take the wise decision to back off. After all, if Seokjin did know about what happened, he wouldn't wait three days to retaliate. If he had eyes in the house and saw you humping the man on top of you right now, true to his word, Taehyung wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

When you move to get away, however, Taehyung pulls you back into place, "Talk to me," he whispers, putting his forehead against yours.

"I can't do this," you say with a shaky voice. "Risk your life to have one moment of passion, like this–"

"It's not a moment of passion," he cuts. "I know you wouldn't even consider sleeping with me if there wasn't something else." Your eyes dwell on his for a second and you suddenly realise its the truth. You never had eyes for anyone else but Seokjin, even during the time he practically disappeared. No one but Taehyung. He was there, with his boxy smile and that one playful look that made your heart skip a beat. You gasp and he hums. "See?" You pinch him for his cockiness but it only makes him laugh. "I don't plan on risking my life only to get my dick wet. I've never been so stupid."

"Then what?" You are astonished, once more.

"I say we run away," he mutters. "I have the financials to start over anywhere. Maybe we could even do what we do best somewhere else." Then he cuts himself off, away from the daydream. "For now, let's make love."

He moves over you until his hips are perfectly against yours and his hardness, once more, threatens the stability of your mental state. A grunt escapes him when he thrusts over you, making you wet as you gasp. The memory of his touch and the orgasm this same action withheld, dampening the soft fabric at your slick.

"Skip to it, Taehyung. I want you, I need you inside of me–" you moan with enraged skin, under him.

"Fuck–" he gasps and raises on his knees as quickly as his limbs allow, he gets a grasp of your pants and panties and pulls them off of you.

The eagerness sends you into overdrive and when he pulls his pants to his thighs and leans over with what you see as a thick, pre-cum coated head, you almost lose your breath. When it touches you, when the head slips through your folds, your body takes over and with the use of your heels over the back of his thighs, you push him further.

His head slides through your tight, moist walls and you only know you want him deeper. He lets out a growl, "Woman, I'm trying to hold myself–" he breathes out against your forehead and you can feel the tension of his muscles.

"Don't. Split me in half if you have to. I just want you de–" A shriek escapes you the moment he pulls slightly out and pushes fully in at one go.

It stings, that much is true, but you love feeling him trapped inside you more than pain matters. His forehead falls on yours as he breathes out loudly. His eyes are closed and his left hand reaches to your thigh, groping it and playing with the flesh to distract himself from how close he is to losing his shit.

Then he kisses the spot where his forehead was a second ago, repeatedly, but doesn’t move as his hand begins a cicle. It makes you feel sorry. Taehyung is tender with you and you think maybe this is fucking with him. "I'm sorry, bebe. I–"

"Don't apologise for your needs," he mutters against your skin. "No matter if you liked something grotesque, I would do anything to please you."

"But what about you?"

"Seeing you–there's no problem with me getting pleasure out of it." You reach with your hand to his hair again and this time, your lips are the ones to find his.

"Tae…" you say sweetly and he stops his motions to look at you once more. You kiss him and move slowly underneath him, indicating a pace. He gives in, engaging the same way you are and you make sure to meet him in the middle with your hips.

The grip in your thigh moves to the other side, as he uses his left arm to hold his weight now, but you are soon pushing him against you. His chest rests above yours and he has to move to get his knees flexed at the side of your cheeks, in order to thrust. The moment he separates from you, both your chest and between your legs, you pull off your shirt without a thought, feeling way too warm to keep it on.

His eyes fall on your breasts and he seems to stop breathing; the transparent lace fabric of your unwired bra holding them gently, feeling it ticklish against your pebeled niples under his glare. To his surprise, you lean forward with your upper body and stop him from lowering, letting your hands slide down.

His chest is ample and you feel his skin as you travel down the forms of his body. Without a six pack, Taehyung looks as warm as he feels, more tangible, yet the more you look at him and his figure, the more godlike he looks.

He is beyond handsome, which you were never blind to, but now you can perceive his energy on a whole, and it's almost overwhelming. Putting your hands back to the back of his neck, you stand on your knees, moving forward to cage his still hard girth between your thighs against your core. He growls slightly against your ear, "Damn…"

Somehow, you know you reciprocate what he is feeling. Pretty sure that it won't take much for him to make you cum. But you still place your lips on his throat in your intend to savour his skin. The mix between the thin layer of his musky scented sweat and the cotton scented soap he uses, blur your senses. Your fingers take a slight grip on his hair as you widen the range of your hickeys and he grabs your ass cheeks to push in and out of you. The way he presses up against your clit intentionally, making you moan against his pulse point, has you on edge quickly.

You follow his movement, coating the down part of his girth and ballsack with your essence. He suddenly lets go and grabbing you by the hips keeps a distance between you. "Amnon… I’m sorry but I'm not made of stone."

As soon as you hear that, you push him to lean down on his ass, between his legs as if sitting, and make your best efforts to squat grabbing his shaft to lead it inside of you before moving. "I'm gonna cramp on this one, bebe–" he mutters, putting his hands on your back to lean forward and let you fall, hands soon guiding your hips to dip inside you.

"Fuck me," you gasp, feeling him harshly against your front wall, pressing your G-spot.

"I'm about to," he says in a low octave, looking at you from above, keeping you in the half suspended position against his shaft.

He uses his bulky arms and his hips to catch a pace. Your moans mix with his grunts and the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the spaceful room. The promise of a quick orgasm becomes true when the sharpness of its electricity befalls on your system. "Tae-" you gasp, feeling the air falter on your lungs to its proximity.

He keeps the pace going until you finally feel it lightning through your body with a loud, high-pitched moan and you see the fluorescent blue-purple fades in a mass of light above you. Without a warning he accelerates, making you cry out for your over-stimulated walls. Giving one last deep thrust touching your cervix, he lets his upper body fall over yours while chesty grunts escape him. His hips keep moving to a slower pace and as you feel his warmth spill inside, you realise what just happened. Your hands soon find his back as you embrace him, a smile is easy to notice against your throat as he lets his hands, still gripping on your hips, slide to your back imitating you. You smile too, drunken-dazed in your post orgasm state.

"Your brother is going to kill us…" you breathe out.

"Oh fuck…" he replies leaning backwards and you are quick to move a hand underneath your union.

"Careful there!" you warn as a little sample of the white, thick liquid spills in your hand.

"Fuck–" he mutters and suddenly pulls you by the hips as he moves backwards, keeping the same distance against your core until you are off the soft modern leather. "I'll pull out, hold it in your hand and I will go to the bathroom for paper towels." You can only nod and when he does as he said. As he allows you to stand, a bit more spills in your cupping palm.

He helps you clean it but when he tries to use some more paper to clean you down, you look at him surprised. He hands you the paper, slightly shy, after your reaction and you make use of it as he cleans himself. No long after you are dressed you feel some more drip down.

It's when you are wrapping up, getting the last items of clothes on, and the opening curtains don't reveal any stains, that you hear the calm footsteps at the other side of the door. Taehyung looks at it but before it even opens his eyes bulge.

You too, make a difference for the two sets and when Jungkook opens the door and waits for Seokjin to enter, your hairs stand only a bit higher. He takes a look at you first, as if detecting you directly above anything else but his eyes move to Taehyung right after, stopping on his tracks as Jungkook gets in and locks the door.

He wears an impeccable three piece, checkered, grey suit although you can tell he is not just freshly awakened. His hair is smooth but it's slightly imperfect on the left, as if he's been brushing it with his fingers too many times already.

When he paces towards the art at the other side, Taehyung makes the mistake to put himself in front of you, following the direction Seokjin is taking. His response is a chuckle and a snarl before he stops in front of the painting that opposes the Water Lily Pond, The oxbow from Thomas cole. A painting that depicts a storm moving from a green zone to a much arid one.

You might only guess why he likes it, but the fact that Jungkook stays in front of the door, blocking the only way out, tells you are just as trapped as you feel. It's when Seokjin turns on his heels and surrounds the bench to go your direction, that you know something is about to go down, especially since Jungkook steps away from the door too. This time, you are the one to try to cover up Taehyung with your body and Seokjin locks eyes with Jungkook who moves quickly, struggling with Taehyung to try to get a restraining hold of him.

Seokjin makes fast work with you and has you by the wrists against the wall next to the Monete. He sniffs you at the neck and takes a second before he meets you face to face, dark eyes and unreadable expressions drawn in his features. "Seems we couldn't behave after all…" he says in the lowest octave you know him capable of.

"We are broken up, I don't owe you shit," you grit between your teeth as you try to get him off but he moves both wrists together above your head, with a strength that you didn't think him capable of, and it causes you such shock that you stop fighting him.

"Is that so? No remorse… " he says and using his free hand he puts it between your skin and panties, inserting two fingers inside of you, scooping a bit as he draws them out. A white and transparent mix of substances coats them as he holds his hand up to look at the proof. "I thought you were smarter than this," he brings them to his face and sniffs the air. "As if the room didn't stink of it," he mutters.

He lets you go and takes his handkerchief out of the front pocket, cleaning his fingers with it, moving away towards Taehyung. "I think you forgot this inside of her." With his words he puts the fabric on Taehyung's pyjama's front pocket, without giving him a look and keeps walking.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung and rushes to open the door for his master. "If this is what you choose, Amnon-" says Seokjin before he stops at the top step and turns to look. "My family will no longer be requiring your services," when he looks at the door, you see Jimin at the other side, who was looking at you but glances away. "You are given twenty-four hours to remove your belongings from our properties," he says calmly, looking at you again. "When it comes to you, Taehyung. I know your brother had no clue about your dishonouring attitude, which saves him, but you are no longer welcome in our association and no one will assist you in time of need," he explains.

"You wanted your freedom, Amnon, here you have it, with its full consequences," he says as he turns around and walks out. When Jungkook closes the door, he doesn't give even the smallest glance at you two.

Just like that, you have what you always wanted; you are out and free. Without drama, without having to run, without fear. Leaving behind all you had to learn to survive in this cruel world, all the morally curruptive things you had to be participant of after that night in the school.

Soon, that little sparkle of happiness fades, making you fall to your knees.

It means you will never get to see or talk to the people you have grown with, the people you love, your only people in the world. Your family. You are cut out in a straight line and no longer belong to their world. You are no longer part of their lives.

For the way things have presented, everything ends here. You won’t be allowed to say goodbye, to look at them for one last time, to hold them in your arms in an embrace, to tell them you love them.

It is simply over.

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