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emo-batboy · 2 years ago

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Battinson on SNL

Idk how popular Saturday Night Live is outside of the US so there will be some links for context. That said, as a New Jersey native, I think Battinson would totally watch the show. And since he's a celebrity...👀

To promote WE’s newest charity fund, Alfred signs Bruce up to be a guest host on SNL (à la this post) The announcement is made, and everyone’s like “oh this is going to be a disaster. That man can’t even hold eye contact or speak a full sentence without crying.”

But oh, that’s why it’s so funny.

Now, hear me out. Bruce’s strengths are displayed best when he’s himself. That’s why he’s so popular in Gotham. That’s why the internet calls him Relatable TM and a Disaster (Affectionate) and “Poor Little Meow Meow.” It’s his ✨ essence ✨

But he tends to get overwhelmed or self-conscious onstage, right? Because he can’t be Himself himself if he has time to overthink something. So after a few meetings with Bruce, the writers of SNL figure out the perfect way to keep Bruce from getting anxious.

They decide to load this episode with as many skits where Bruce plays different caricature-like versions of himself as possible. The objective? Make him break character and laugh so he doesn’t overthink. And if he breaks character, he’ll still technically be in character because he’s playing himself, you know? Genius.

So that’s how they go about structuring the show. During the few days they have to write, they decide to take everything about Bruce’s public image and either ramp it up to 11 or turn it on its head.

He speaks quietly? Turn it into a running gag. He dresses in all black? Make him emo. He tips well? Add that in too. He’s “depressed” and “sad?” Literally, all he does on screen is laugh and break character. What’s not to love?

Of course, Bruce also gets to decide what skits are in each episode as well. (Refer to this if you have no idea how SNL works.) He loves the idea, though, and he has a surprisingly dark sense of humor which bleeds into some of the sketches. They add in a few skits without him, and they’ve got their lineup.

It’s the wildest episode of the season. Here are the highlights:

OPENING MONOLOGUE

It’s the big night, everyone’s excited to see Bruce Wayne hosting a live sketch comedy show with no idea how it will turn out.

To begin his monologue, Bruce walks on, opens his mouth to start talking, and immediately two cast members appear as stagehands to set up six microphones in front of him. He is already struggling to keep himself together.

Bruce: “You may be wondering why I’m host- Cast Member: *adds one more tiny microphone to his chest* Bruce: “You may be wondering why I’m hosting tonight.”

It’s working. The audience loves it.

Halfway through, Kate McKinnon comes out in a dark cloak with a chalice. “Your sustenance, my lord.” *sees camera* “Oh. Sorry. Carry on.” And she shambles off. Bruce has to take a second before continuing.

Bruce knows when (most of) the jokes come. It’s literally on the cue cards, but he still falls into a fit of giggles.

There are a few more gags, including Lex Luthor peeking out from behind the band set-up, all teasing the show to come.

Overall, an amazing way to set the tone for the episode. Expectations have been set. Then the skits begin!

(Oh but before I forget: During every single live skit with Bruce, the writers have scheduled for one of the cast members to run in dressed as a stagehand and put an extra mic on him. They do not tell him when it will happen.)

SKIT #1

Between the monologue and the first skit, he has to do a really fast quick change, but to everyone’s surprise, Bruce is a natural. (Huh, wonder why.)

The skit is called Gotham PTA Meeting. We open in a meeting room full of stereotypical PTA moms setting down baked goods and gossiping. And apparently, there is a new PTA member attending today 👀

Right as the meeting starts, he enters. Bruce walks in wearing the most emo get-up imaginable. He’s got a Nirvana shirt, a comical amount of eyeliner, black skinny jeans, chain accessories, metal rings, AND a clip-in extension to give him fringe.

Someone immediately runs in and puts another mic on him.

PTA Mom: “Oh, Bruce! You made it! Did you bring a snack?” Bruce: “I brought lemon bars.” PTA Mom: “Why are they black?” Bruce: “They match my soul…they’re also vegan.”

He talks like a moody teenager. HE CONSTANTLY has to brush the fringe off to the side to read the cue cards. And because there’s so much eyeliner and he’s sweating a bit from the lights, it starts running everywhere.

PTA Mom: “Bruce, you’re a little quiet. What are your thoughts on increasing the school lunch budget?” Bruce: *eyeliner dripping down his chin* “I think it’s a great idea.”

SKIT #2

For a pre-filmed skit, they bring back the Chad character with Pete Davidson.

It’s 2 am, and Chad is working at a 24hr drug store in Gotham. He’s reading Twilight (the book is upside down) when the lights begin to flicker.

He turns around and tries the light switch, turns back around, and JUMPSCARE it’s Bruce dressed as Edward from Twilight.

Yes, he IS sparkly.

Bruce is awkwardly holding a bunch of items, all concerning. He plops down a few knives, several raw meats, Sudafed. Chad: “Oh hey.” Bruce: O_O “I’d like to check out please.” Chad: “Lit.”

Chad’s “No Fucks Given” energy and Bruce’s “Please Do Not Perceive Me” energy clash like titans. The whole skit centers around it.

Bruce: *sweating bullets* “Oh. You’re reading Twilight?” Chad: “Just the title.” Bruce: *throws the book through the window at lightning speed* “It’s not very good. You should probably read something else.” Chad: *shrugs* “Okay.”

Chad: “ID?” Bruce: “ID? For what?” Chad: “Sudafed.” Bruce: “Oh. I don’t really need that, actually.” Chad: “Already scanned it.” Bruce: “Haha. Of course.” *awkwardly produces a scroll from his pocket that says Bruce Wayne DOB: 1901* Chad: “Okay.”

Bruce checks out, Chad picks up a porno mag or something, and we see Bruce turn into a bat and fly off through the window behind him.

SKIT #3

The next skit they have is Celebrity Family Feud: Billionaires Edition. Again, Bruce plays himself, but he’s more of a background character. Instead, the skit makes fun of billionaires as a whole.

Bruce’s team consists of Kylie Jenner, Lex Luthor, and Oliver Queen. So just imagine three Lucille Bluths standing beside one another.

Bruce’s bit? He just keeps handing cash to Steve Harvey every time he breathes in his direction.

Host: "We got the richest man in the world: Bruce Wayne!" Bruce: *hands him a roll of cash* Host: "Oh, what’s this for?" Bruce: "It’s your tip. I always tip." Host: "Oh, Mr. Wayne, you don’t usually tip the show host. I’m also a millionaire myself." Lex Luthor: *snatches it* "Well, if you’re not going to use it, I will…for charity, of course." Host: "Uh huh, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Just a ton of fun quips, the usual.

At some point, Harvey says, “That’s batty.” Bruce: *ducks* “Where?!” Host: “Oh, I don’t mean Batman. He’s not here.” Bruce: “You don’t know that.”

This time, the mic bit is a bit different.

Host: “We asked 100 billionaires: How much does a loaf of bread cost? Top three answers are on the board.” Bruce: *hits buzzer* Host: Bruce, your answer is? Cast Member: *runs in with a megaphone and holds it in front of Bruce* Bruce: “TEN DOLLARS?”

Board dings! That was the #1 answer

Brucie Wayne for the win

SKIT #4

Next is a skit that dares to ask Gotham, “Why would anyone live here?”

The skit begins with someone opening a press conference for Wayne Enterprises. “And now presenting: Bruce Wayne!” Bruce walks in…

But it’s not him. Instead, it’s one of the cast members dressed in a black suit with horribly gelled brown hair.

Everyone in the audience is wondering where the actual Bruce is before another cast member runs onstage crying, “Help! Help! I’ve just been robbed! Somebody call Batman!”

A mini version of the bat-signal lights up…

We hear some generic hero music play…

And there he is: Bruce Wayne dressed in a horribly cheap Batman costume

(They got the cowl ALL wrong btw)

Bruce puts his hands on his hips in a weird superhero pose. Bruce: “I’m Batm-” Cast Member: *runs out to attach another mic to his costume* Bruce: “….I’m Batman!”

Cue all of the gags and digs against Batman. The fake Bruce faints then starts crying under a table. Someone calls Batman a furry. Bruce is barely keeping it together the whole time. Lord help him, but he asked for it. He approved the skit.

Bruce: “Looks like a job for my bat taser!” Cast Member: “Isn’t that just a taser with a bat on it?” Bruce: *whispers* “You shut your mouth.”

He saves the day, the police take the thief into custody, then Batman myStErioUsly disappears. Bruce: “Look over there!” *runs off* Cast Member: “Oh my gooood, how did he do that?”

CLOSING SEGMENT

Finally, they have the Weekend Update where Bruce comes on as himself for the final time.

Since they got his permission, the writers switch out some of Bruce’s jokes last minute. (Think Bill Hader’s Stefon which notoriously caused him to break character because the writers would mess with his cue cards.)

News Anchor: “Here to promote his newest humanitarian project: Bruce Wayne!” “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure to see you today.” Bruce: “Thank you. This is probably the longest I’ve been out of the house.” News Anchor: “Since the Riddler catastrophe?” Bruce: “Since ever.”

News Anchor: “So Mr. Wayne! Before you make your announcement, any life updates?” Bruce: “Yes, actually. Just a few days ago, I adopted five- *starts losing it* five more children.” News Anchor: “Wow, really? So you have eight kids now.” Bruce: “Uh huh. *tears streaming down his face* One more orphan and I get the tenth one free.”

News Anchor: “So where can people find you online?” Bruce: “Well, I don’t have social media because I’m afraid of people, but sometimes I’m on Twitter.” News Anchor: “What about a phone call?” Bruce: “Oh no, phone calls- *giggle* phone calls give me fainting spells.”

It’s a great way of finishing the show, with the most genuine version of Bruce. Then, he gets to what’s really important!

News Anchor: “So if they can’t reach you on social media or on the phone, what else can our viewers do, Mr. Wayne?” Bruce: “They can donate to the Wayne Foundation’s newest charity called The Arts Initiative. It funds programs for the arts in underdeveloped school districts nationwide. I’ve already donated $30 million, and I’ve pledged to match every dollar donated within the next week.”

And that’s what he’s here for :) They share a link for where and how to donate. The anchors praise him for his charity, which he deflects because he can definitely afford this, and the 90-minute broadcast is over.

The camera pans away with the whole cast waving goodbye, and Bruce is seen keeling over with laughter.

Along with some of the other skits, these four specifically go viral. WE raises a fuck ton of money, and everyone loves Bruce.

THE END

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charlesf1leclerc · 1 year ago

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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS

Warnings: cuteness, babies, poorly edited

Summary: Just a quick post about some of Indy Jules first moments

First tooth

It has been a good 5 months since the birth of Indy Jules. It had been utter bliss she was the sweetest and calmest baby anyone has ever met. She was always smiley and babbling away at nothing. She was definitely the picture of Charles in every single way. She was just utterly perfect.

But recently she has been a lot more fussy, abnormally fussy for your Indy. You and Charles don’t know what to do at this point. You were currently home alone as Charles was away for another race weekend and Indy was fussing like crazy. You had FaceTimed Charles multiple times but you had no idea what to do and neither did Charles.

You were feeling so hopeless that you could think of a way to soothe your daughter. So you decided that calling Pascale would be your best bet at this point even though you felt ashamed you couldn’t help your daughter yourself.

“ how long as this been happening hun?” She asked over the phone

“ a few days, I just don’t know what to do anymore?” you replied hopelessly

“ well this may be Indy teething” Your mother In law stated

“ Isn’t it a-bit to early she’s only 5 months so you really think she’s getting teeth this early?” You were so scared of time slipping away from you and your baby girl growing up to fast

“ here why don’t you get the pad of your finger and run it along her guys and see if you can feel anything”

“ alright give me a minute” I picked up Indy from her rocker and did as Pascale said and just like she predicted you could feel the top of a tooth poking through the top of her gums.

“ your right there’s a tooth coming through, what do i do she must be in so much pain” “ well do you have any of those tethers?”

“ yea I got some from my baby shower”

“ give her one of them, and place some in the freezer they work better frozen, she may be fussy but she’s going to be ok hun you have nothing to worry about”

“ thank you so much for your help Pascale I really mean it” I thanked sympathetically

“ anytime you know that”

As we hung up the phone I did as Pascale instructed before texting Charles about the situation

Y/n

I just got off the phone with your mum turns out our daughter is teething. I’m giving her her teether she’s fussy but she will be ok. Xx

Charlie ❤️

She’s teething already and I’m missing it!

Y/n

Charles it’s only teething the tooth hasn’t come fully through yet anyway it’s not like your missing her first steps

Charles ❤️

Don’t remind me, she’s growing way to fast.

Y/n

I know. We miss you

Charles ❤️

I miss you too. Keep me posted on how my girls are doing all the time. Xx

Y/n

Of course you know we will. Xx

First word

Indy Jules was now 1 year old. 1 year she was getting so big it was hard to think that she has been apart of your life for one year.

Charles and you had been trying to get her to talk for months, she’s been a very babbley baby so you thought she would have said a word by now.

Charles and you had both been trying to get her to either day dads or mama. There was no real fight as neither of you truly cared which one she said first as long as she said something.

You and Charles were sat up in bed Charles had laid Indy on the bed after she had woken up and was currently blowing raspberries on her bare stomach. You sat next to him looking over to him occasionally while also reading your book.

“ you like that, you think daddy’s funny” Charles spoke to the baby in-front of him

“ daddy” Indy spoke

Both your heads shot up

“ what did she just say?” You inquired

“ I think…. I think she said daddy”

“Come on baby say it again daddy, daddy” Charles encouraged

“ daddy” Indy squeaked lifting her feet up and placing on of them in her mouth.

“Omg Charles she said daddy” you spoke with tears in your eyes.

“She’s growing up way to fast but that’s the cutest thing ever” Charles wrapped his arms around you before picking the baby up from the bed and planting kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

First steps

14 months that’s how old Indy was now. She was now speaking more words then ever and still a clam baby but now with a little crazy as she was crawling all around. You both believed that she would be walking any day now as she had tried standing up multiple times.

You and Charles were seated in the living room of your town home both siting on your knees across from one another. As Charles held Indy’s hands as she stood on her feet.

“ ok walk to mamma come on baby you can do it” Charles encouraged pushing her forward a little.

He slowly slept to of her hands and left her standing for a second before she slowly wobbled to fall to the floor

“ oh it’s ok baby” I said as I picked her up standing her back up again “ go on walk to daddy, you know you want to”

Charles held his hands out wiggling his fingers

Slowly just like Charles did before you let go of her hands but this time instead of wobbling she took a step forward and then on more before tumbling to the floor.

“ YES BABY aww you did it you took your first steps” Charles squeaked picking her up and spinning her around in the air as she giggled

You watched in admiration before standing up to be at the level of Charles.

“ I’m so proud of you baby” you spoke storming her head now full of hair

“ aww my brave girl, your getting too big” Charles laughed

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erikftglitter · 20 days ago

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Sam Wilson as a Boyfriend

I rarely see enough of my falcon boo so here you go. Black MCU deserves more love & my ladies need the representation. I take requests! ✨

He doesn’t like when you insult yourself

“Sam.” You called out breathlessly. Spring was fast approaching and you had the idea of getting back in shape before summer. You didn’t desire drastic results. You actually didn’t have a goal. You just wanted to prepare for the summer events that awaited you. Each summer you and Sam usually attended poolside parties, thanks to Sam’s friends of course. You just wanted to burn a little sweat before the snow melted.

“I’m tired.” You whine at your boyfriend jogging in place in front of you. His athleticism has always been far greater than yours, but that never truly bothered you.

“We can sprint another half mile and run the rest.” He offers, his legs never halting his movements.

“C’mon. You can do it.” He encourages while closing the distance between the two of you.

“I’m too lazy for this.” You began, you were mostly joking, but Sam knew from prior conversations that you were a perfectionist. If you weren’t immediately good at something then you’ll began dismiss and doubt yourself. Those days were practically over but you had your moments.

“Baby. You absolutely are not lazy. You may be even more disciplined than me, which is saying something.” He chuckles which makes you offer a small smile.

“On a serious note, YN, please don’t speak that type of nonsense on yourself. C’mon I’ll even hold your hand this time.” You can’t help but laugh at his compromise. If there is one thing that Sam hates it is definitely touching the moistened hands of someone else.

“And you know how much I hate that.” His top lip curled in disgust at the thought.

“Too bad you offered.” You take his hand and began to skip off onto the running trail again. With only a few obscenities and an uncomfortable single hand, Sam held your hand during the rest of the duration.

You have something important to share

While you usually do enjoy listening your boyfriend’s daily post-work fill in, you couldn’t help but to zone out this time.

The loud silence that you experienced not even five hours ago in your joint bathroom was all you could think about. Before that your day was normal. Your life was normal. You just couldn’t ignore your own behavior anymore.

Between the exceedingly drastic warmth that affected you at night, the churning of your stomach at foods that you’ve always loved, and the fatigue that washed over you, it was pretty apparent that you needed to acknowledge this.

You managed to sneak out to Target while Sam was out with his Steve. You used the time to stock on toiletries for both you and Sam and cat food for the cat that you convinced Sam that you should get.

You grabbed the unfamiliar box and tossed it into the cart without so much as a thought. It was really just a safety measure. You were fine really just probably fighting a stomach bug.

That was what you told yourself on the entire way home. It was also the same thing that you told yourself last week and the week before that.

So deep down you aren’t too sure why you were so surprised at the positive pregnancy test. This is something that you had suspected for a while.

“YN. Are you listening?” Sam has his hands in the air to get your attention. “What are you over there thinking about?” He asked as he walked closer to your spot on the couch.

When you didn’t answer him again he quickly took a different approach. He was kneeling down in front of you in hopes of making eye contact. He was so handsome when he was concerned.

“What’s going on baby? Talk to me?” His thumb softly angled your face up to meet his gaze. You contemplated for a minute. Your shock didn’t allow you the chance to create a grand gesture to showcase to your boyfriend that he was about to be taking on the journey of fatherhood.

You two mentioned children before but you just always thought it would be further down the line. What would he think about this at a time like now? He was busier than ever and rarely even had time to do much outside of work.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out. The outburst shocked you almost as much as it shocked Sam. Your thoughts were getting too loud and it was making you feel nauseous.

“Are you pranking me? Because if so that is no”you cut Sam off by placing the disinfected test into his hands.

He immediately read the word, “pregnant” and shot up to his feet. With an amplitude of “oous” and “let’s go’s,” it is safe to say that you were nervous about nothing.

“My baby is having my baby. Let’s get you something to eat mamas.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before helping you off of the sofa.

First Wash Day

Hair maintenance was easily your favorite and less favorite thing in the world. You loved getting your hair done or styling it yourself, but the steps before styling were very time consuming. However, it’s your hair, this is something you’ve done all your life.

Your favorite thing to do is to follow your customized hair plan. This meant with your specific targeted shampoo, deep conditioner, and an occasional hair mask. So if someone told you that you’d be washing your hair hundreds of miles away from home in a penthouse suite, you absolutely wouldn’t believe it.

The sudden exposure to chlorine is the reason why you’re in this situation. You absolutely didn’t want to walk around smelling like someone’s pool so your routine would have to be halted today.

You rummaged through Sam’s toiletries and borrowed a generous amount of his shampoo before hopping into the warm shower. The shower didn’t last long. Sam forgot to pack conditioner and you forgot to pack your straightener. This would be an interesting week.

With just a robe you began to blow dry your hair, pausing after a few intervals due to your arms tightening up. The blow dryer drowned the noise of the suite doors open so you were very startled by Sam’s sudden appearance behind you.

“Ooou damn. I don’t think I’ve seen this view yet.” Sam smiled, admiring your half dry natural state. You smile at him from your place in the mirror. Sam always made you feel giddy and beautiful. Underneath all of his silly antics was a very sweet man.

“Why thank you Mr. Wilson.” You say and approach your boyfriend to place a kiss on his lips.

“Keep talking like that and you’ll surely be Mrs. Wilson by tomorrow.”

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hoeforalbedo · 5 months ago

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ᗪEᗩᒪ ᗯITᕼ TᕼE ᗪEᐯIᒪ ✟

Chapter 2

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WARNING: PLEASE READ

Sensitive topics including vague details of SA. Reader will display many mental health such as depression, PTSD, and anxiety. I will also discuss after effects of said trauma such as hyper sexuality, over-sexualizing oneself, over trusting, and many more. (Many cope in different ways however I am more familiar with this side of the spectrum as I have taken this information from my experience.) Suicidal topics. Horror. Manipulation. Blasphemy. Religious horror and possibly hints of religious trauma. Demons. Paganism. Witchcraft (I try to depict witchcraft as accurate as I can however if I make it too accurate, it will seem boring so I did add magical abilities. I write it based off of how I practice it). Possession. Death. Murder. Exorcism. Sex. Ritualistic sex. Female reader. A bit of crack (reader doesn’t take things seriously. Humor is the way of coping 😭)

If any of these themes trigger you, please do not read. You have already been warned.

Writing criticism is appreciated since I want to get better in writing.

Note: This story is heavily inspired by Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and honestly I was going to write a story like that but I wanted something original. I did leave in some ideas I really liked so to anyone who watched it, you guys may know a little bit of the direction I’m going with for a specific character. Also yay, I did manage to post it but Chapter 3 may take a bit.

Summary: Everything is happening too fast and it just keeps getting worse. Hey, at least you got to see a friend!

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Hongjoong’s body is tangled with yours with only a thin blanket covering you both. He feels so good as he thrusts slowly and passionately into your sopping wet hole.

“Hongjoong,” Whines fell from your lips like a prayer. You dig your nails into his back and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Feel so good, squeezing me so right, doll,” He groans in your ear, his tip pressing against your cervix snugly.

“Joong, please,” You gasp as his pace quickens, driving you closer and closer to the taste of your sweet orgasm.

“That’s right. Say my name, doll. Scream it. Worship me,”He starts grunting out nonsense, although it sounded right under the drunken haze of pleasure. His thrust only became rougher, drawing strings of profanity from you. “So sinful,” He chuckles. “Tell God how much you love this demon’s cock,” He cackles, tearing you away from pleasure. When you look at him, his eyes are rolled back to his head and some black substance oozes out of his mouth.

You let out a horrid scream and reached for anything on your night stand. “Get off of me!” You cry, grabbing some object and hitting Hongjoong on the head with it. He then collapses over you and you shakily toss away the object you killed him with, a crucifix.

He lifts his head up, “You can’t run from the mark of lust.”

You sat up immediately, ending whatever nightmare that was. It felt so real, and you swear it felt so good before the whole demonic stuff happened.

That night you prayed. To be honest, during times like these, you suddenly become a devout Christian, or was it Catholic? Does it matter? They both worship God.

“Have you ever seen Doctor Who?” You walk around the courtyard of the church as you ask the priest some questions. The courtyard doesn’t seem to be well taken care of, the shrubs over growing and eroding statues. The grass could also use some cutting.

“No, can’t say that I have,” He shakes his head.

“Well there’s these weeping angels. They’re pretty much statues and when you blink or when the lights go out, they move. I would have nightmares from them.” You remembered you were at the dorms during your college days and your roommate had introduced you to the show. After watching the weeping angels in particular did she start regretting it, as you woke up in cold sweats. You had dreams of the angels chasing you.

“Well the church has plenty of those,” Hongjoong laughs as you shudder at the thought. The leaves crunched under your shoes, as the weather had gotten colder and it seems the world is dying around you.

“Do they ever move?” You ask jokingly as you link arms with him.

He shrugs, “Yeah.”

You look up at him, scoffing, “Oh really?”

He smirks as he nods. “Yeah. There’s one behind you?”

You turn your head to look behind and there was nothing. “Liar,” You huff and Hongjoong came to a sudden stop. Confused, you turned your head back to face the front to question why he stopped.

“No I’m not,” He says as you come face to face with the stone cold statue that looks at you with empty eyes.

“You are so mean!” You raise your voice but you weren’t offended by the harmless joke.

“Michael just wanted to say hi.”

“Well I’m saying goodbye,” You roll your eyes as you walk ahead of him.

He laughs as he watches you slowly walk off, eyes glazing over your figure and the way you kick some rocks while muttering under your breath. His gaze wanders back up and stops at your waist, or at least the middle of your spine much closer to your tailbone. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

You wave him off, “Not falling for it.”

“No, I'm serious. You’re bleeding.”

“I would feel if I were bleeding,” You turn to him, brows furrowed.

“I could take a picture to show you,” He offers.

You sigh and hand him your phone. He leans down and pulls your shirt up by an inch. “Oh shit!” He gasps, making you panic.

“What. What. What happened?” You ask, trying to look at your back for yourself.

“Let me just,” He snaps the picture then turns the phone screen to you.

“Oh fuck,” You whisper as you zoomed into the picture. It’s slightly still bloody, however you can easily make out swollen red marks that form into an unknown symbol. It’s almost as if you’ve been branded. “Hongjoong, this seems demonic. I’m too hot to be possessed. . .” You whimper, eyes brimming with tears. “My gorgeous face would be ruined by a demon!” Wails come from you as you can already imagine that one girl from The Exorcist. In all horror movies, the host always becomes ugly after possession. “Like I wanted to die but not like this! Even if I’m on my deathbed, I have to remain gorgeous!”

“Y/N, I fear you have questionable priorities, however I can recommend some things since we’re not sure if you’re truly possessed,” Hongjoong says, rather too calmly.

“How do you know?” She grabs onto his shirt and shakes him. “How are you so sure?” She looks deep into his eyes.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes and pulls out a rosary. “What do you feel when you look at this?”

“Trauma. Those times when my parents would force me to recite the rosary ten times,” You shudder. “Wait- does that mean I’m possessed?” You gasp dramatically.”

“Do you feel violent? Like you’re going to hurt me. Or perhaps do you feel physical pain?” He asks.

You scoff, “What? No! Of course not.”

“Then you’re not possessed,” He flicks your forehead earning a grunt from you as you rub the spot.

“But how do you know?” She insists.

“Because as a former exorcist, I know that most demons would immediately react to anything holy, and the fact you’re standing in front of the church shows that you’re not possessed. There is a rare case where a demon doesn’t react at all, meaning the demon is very strong, but there are still some symptoms unless the demon fully takes control of the body,” He explains.

“Oh, okay,” You sigh in relief. “I’m good.”

“But it could also mean that you’re a target of a demon.”

“We’ll get rid of it! How do I get rid of it!” You cry.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic you are. “Sleep with a crucifix in your room, pray at night, and go to confession and apologize for the lack of faith,” He instructs.

“Is that 100% foolproof?” You ask.

“No.”

“Damn,” You huff.

Suddenly, a loud high pitched scream causes you both to freeze and look at each other in panic. Collectively, you both decide to run to where the screams came from. Once Hongjoong pushes the heavy wooden doors open, he looks around and sees that the deacon has already arrived at the scene.

“Seonghwa, what happened?” Hongjoong asks as his gaze falls on the nun, Sister Anna, who’s crying next to the man. Before them is another nun who remains unmoving.

“I’m afraid the killer has gotten into the parish, Father,” Seonghwa says calmly.

Hongjoong walks up to them with you following close behind. The closer you got the more you were able to make out the scene. “Oh my God,” you gasp, earning a look from Seonghwa for using God’s name in vain.

The nun on the pew sits stiff, her hands tied together with a rosary. She looks at the huge cross above the altar however her eyes are deep pits of emptiness. She’ll never see God. The killer scooped out her eyes. Was she praying while getting killed? How did she get killed in the first place? Not a single gunshot or stab wound. Her body is just there, praying.

“I’ll prepare the funeral right away,” Seonghwa says with a lack of emotion, taking the body as if it was nothing.

“Shouldn’t we leave the body so that the police can investigate?” You ask.

“And ruin the peace of the church? Giving a proper funeral for Sister Mary is what she would have wanted,” Seonghwa says sternly, to which you don’t understand. Someone died. Why is he being so calm about this?

“Look, Y/N,” Hongjoong turns to you. “I think you should go home. I don’t think you should see any more of this.”

“But-“ You start but the look in his eyes, the look that says, ‘question and you’ll see the consequences,’ forces you to shut up and turn away from. “Yeah, I’ll see you,” You force out before walking down the long isle till you get to the huge set of wooden doors.

You have decided to cut through the woods, realizing that it’s a very quick shortcut to your house. As always, you pass by the huge oak tree. Maybe this is the reason the town is called Oakheart.

“You bear the mark of lust,” A woman sneers.

Your head spins to the voice. It’s the woman from before. This time, she wears a black thin veil over her head.

“That. How did you-“ You are flabbergasted. You recalled your dream. You can’t run from the mark of lust. “Who are you?”

At the corner of her lips curve into a smirk. She transforms in a blink of an eye. The once wrinkled skin becomes tight and youthful, although there’s still age. She looks very mature. Her eyes are sharp and her blue eyes are piercing cold. Her once pruned lips are pulled tight, the color dark red like wine, or even blood.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you back away. “The woman. The old lady. The grandma! How? What,” You stutter, trying to make sense of everything. You’re not high or drunk so this must be real, right? You pinch your skin to make sure.

You could care less for an explanation at this point as you run off. First you witnessed a murder. Now you’re seeing things. It’s best if you just go home.

“You can’t run, child! You’re a beacon! They’ll find you!” The woman calls from behind you.

You keep running and running until you make it to your street. You’re never going through the forest ever again. You don’t even look back, nor look at where you are going so it’s no surprise when you collide with someone.

“Are you okay?” The man asks, though the kindness is unexpected. In New York, you know you’d get many nasty remarks.

“I’m so sorry- Wooyoung!?” You gasp, recognizing the face of an old friend.

“Y/N? I haven’t seen you in so long!” Wooyoung’s face lights up, erasing all the negative feelings you harbored. Finally someone familiar.

He’s what you can describe as the typical shy church boy, always hiding behind his glasses. He has a soft spoken voice to him, which to be honest does not match his face nor his smile that naturally looks mischievous. He looks like he’s scheming when it’s the complete opposite. He’s a sweet guy.

“Just visiting. Rough times,” You chuckle awkwardly.

“I’m somewhat saddened that you never even visited me,” He frowns.

“I’m sorry Woo, it’s just so many things going on. I see you still got your typical outfit going on here,” You lightly tease, hoping to change the topic and lighten up the mood. “It’s really about time you get rid of those flannels.”

He always wears his typical flannel shirt, buttoned all the way to the top and khaki pants. He dresses like a dad. And of course he always sports his black thick-rimmed glasses. You always say he has the face of a model but he never cares, always telling you , “It matters not the clothing or richness you have. God judges all equally.”

“So how’s it been? Are you working or anything?” You ask curiously.

“I’ve actually taken a job as a history teacher in Oakheart High School,” He chuckles.

“Oh really? Any interesting history?” You ask, knowing that history class back in your high school days was a bore.

“You’d be surprised. You can call me this town's historian, well unofficially anyways,” He shrugs with a chuckle. “How about you?”

“Neurosurgeon. So where are you off to?” You ask.

“Home. You should, too. Y’know it’s very dangerous for us to be out and about with the murders.”

“Yeah, I just witnessed a murder in the church,” You shrug nonchalantly, earning a gasp from him and he quickly covers your mouth.

“Don’t say that out loud. It will cause panic to everyone. Whatever you saw, keep it to yourself. I’ll pretend like I never heard what you said,” He warns you, urgency clear in his eyes, darting about to make sure no one heard. “Now I’ll be going home. You have a nice day okay,” He smiles, taking his hand off your face and walks back.

“Bye Woo.”

This town doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

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“They found the murderer! Come on! We have to go!” Your father screams, waking up the whole house. He rushes you and your mom out the door as quickly as possible.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“Church,” Your father says, adding nothing more. You all got in the car and drove 10 minutes. You know cutting through the forest is faster.

When you all arrive, the parking lot is filled, having to park on the side of the road instead. It seems the whole town is there.

“What’s going on?” You ask once more, getting more confused by the second when you see people heading into the woods.

“Just don’t ask and follow us,” Your father responds gruffly.

You said you’ll never go back to the woods but here you are amongst a whole group of people. “Woo!” You whisper, weaving your way to stand next to him. “What’s going on?”

“The murderer, they found the murderer and she was found to be a witch,” Wooyoung shortly explains, eyes focused ahead as he clutches the rosary beads in his hand. “God is gracious,” He kisses the beads.

“Oakheart used to be a coven of witches, that is until the Evangelist came and forced us to turn to their God. Others who refused were burned here,” You remember the words of the old woman. Here you are, standing before the large oak tree once more, anticipating the events that would unfold, and it doesn’t seem good.

Hush murmurs drowned the silence of the woods. It seems everyone knows what’s happening but you. You don’t know what to expect.

“Brothers and sisters,” The familiar voice of Hongjoong quickly hushes the crowd. The deacon, Seonghwa, stood next to him. “It is thanks to our devoted loyalty and prayers to God that we have found the demon causing havoc to our town. A witch.”

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!” Screams echo through the quiet forest as the nuns drag a woman to Hongjoong.

Your hand shakily covers your mouth, recognizing the old woman. There’s no way. A fragile woman like her? But the way she transformed before your eyes. Maybe she did do it. She seems to be staring at you now. You know I didn’t do it.

You don’t get it. If she’s the murderer, why is she here instead of in jail? What are the police doing? What is Hongjoong doing?

“Now we won’t be burning any witches but we know what to do with them,” Hongjoong smiles. He then turns to the nuns who dragged the woman to a platform and only did you notice that there’s a rope tied to a strong branch on the tree.

“There’s no way,” You whisper.

“It’s what happens to witches,” Wooyoung assures you. “History says so.”

Hongjoong puts the noose around the woman’s neck then steps back. “Brothers and sisters, we should not place mistrust in each other, but this is an example of what happens to the worshippers of the devil. With a nod, Seonghwa drops the platform, causing the woman to drop with it, the noose causing her to lose circulation and ultimately killing her. Hongjoong is turned away from you but from where you are, you can make out a smirk.

“What the fuck,” You manage to get out as you back away from the crowd. Everything happened so quickly. One moment she was screaming, the next second she’s limp. You want to puke. You might puke.

“Where are you going?” Wooyoung asks.

“Out!” You scream, causing a commotion. You run away from the group of people, Wooyoung calling out your name and your parents running after you.

You weren’t going to wait for a bus. You immediately call for an Uber as you pack your bags.

“Where are you going? You can’t just leave,” You’re mother yells.

“Well I can and I will. I am an adult!” You look out the window to see your Uber waiting for you. You push past your mother. You don’t even make eye contact with your dad.

Hongjoong killed someone. In fact, he was smiling. You can’t be mistaken.

“I’m not coming back. Not even if you force me,” You put your bag over the shoulder. You walk out the house, not even glancing back as you enter the car.

“No you are not leaving!” Your mom cries, forcing the car door open.

“Let go!” You yell, pushing her, causing her to stumble.

“Theresa!” Your dad calls you by your catholic name, as if a strong boisterous voice would scare you. You close the door and tell the driver to just go. You weren’t going to come back. There’s a reason you go by your middle name rather than your first. Maybe you should have changed your name to Lucy out of spite. They always believe Lucy is just a shortened version of Lucifer. Or maybe Lilith? That would rile them up. It doesn’t matter anymore. And fuck Hongjoong.

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Jung Wooyoung drives home in the dark rainy night, singing to whatever song is on the radio. Suddenly, he sees a person on the road in front of his car which forced him to swerve so suddenly. He looks back in shock then undoes his seatbelt before getting out of the car to check on the person he saw.

“Hello?” He calls out into the dark road, as nobody had invested in more lights. No answer and so he keeps on walking to the direction of where he saw the person.

“Help me! Please!” A man begs from behind him. He turns slowly to look at him.

“Oh my god,” He whispers to himself, looking at the dirty disheveled guy. So he finds himself driving the young man in the back of his car to his house. “Oh poor thing,” He shakes his head. “My house is just at the end of this road. We’ll get you all cleaned up. Tomorrow I’ll call a doctor to get you all checked.”

Wooyoung is quick to give the man the best hospitality he can offer. “I brewed you some tea. I would have gotten coffee if it wasn’t night already,” Wooyoung smiles at the young man who had finally gotten all cleaned up. The man slowly approaches him. “I also found some cookies. What’s your name? Can you tell me what happened to you?” He asks. He’s far too kind, inviting a stranger into his home, offering them refreshments without knowing anything about them. “Did someone attack you?”

The man shakes his head and sits in front of him. “No. The woods did.”

Wooyoung bites his lip for a second before his lips form a smile, sitting down as well. “Wow, well you’re not from around here, aren't you?” He chuckles. “You know, everyone knows about the witch hunt in Salem, but many people don’t know that there was one, right here in Oakheart. 1692. Well maybe the lucky few who escaped. It’s no surprise the spirits of the woods are mad. There was a hanging today.” He starts talking about the eerie history of the town. “Back then, thirteen witches were hanged in the forest,” He tells the man, explaining why he believed him so easily, being one to be a huge believer of superstitions. The superstitions are the reason he becomes even more a devout Christian, not wanting to awaken any angry spirits.

“How do you know so much,” The man asks, “about witches?”

Wooyoung smiles, “Well, I may be the unofficial historian of Oakheart. Plus, I teach at the high school. Oakheart High School. The town is actually named Oakheart because the tree the witches were hanged was an oak-”

“Do you know Y/N?”

“Yes actually! She’s my friend,” He says, taken aback. “Do you know her?”

“Not yet,” The man answered in a distorted voice which made Wooyoung stand up in fear. “But hell will be much livelier with her.” The man raises his arm up, sending a silver sheer to stab Wooyoung’s neck. He looks at the stranger in shock before collapsing to the floor.

The man approaches his body, touching his fresh warm blood while chanting in latin. The stranger transforms into the image of the man, smirking to himself. “Asmodeus, you owe me. I’m not one to play matchmaker.”

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14thgalerie · 2 years ago

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• pairing: james potter x reader

• now playing: the most beautiful thing by bruno major / yellow by coldplay

• word count: 2k.

• genre: fluff, slight angst

— hi! this should be my second fic posted here in tumblr and it's a marauders fic because i've been going into my hp phase again. Anyways, I might have a part 2 for this, it depends.

part 2 part 3/alt. ending

James was 9 when he realised how deeply in love his parents were with one another. He saw how his father would look at his mother with the same fondness as a child would when presented with a bowl of candy and how she would gaze at him just the same, maybe even more.

James was 11 when he first stepped onto the floors of the Great Hall with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, whom he had just met on the train on his way to Hogwarts and knew that the next 7 years of his life would be the best of his life.

James was 12 when he first saw you by the Whomping Willow, scared out of his guts that he might see you flying through the air. A gruesome sight that he would rather not see. So he ran for his life, completely forgoing the fact that he may be next to you up in the air. All he knew was that he had to save you from your demise.

He was screamed at by you to stop, causing him to stumble in his place as he confusedly, albeit hesitant, forced his feet to do so. He couldn’t understand why you were still standing there in front of him, in no way in any harm, as he expected you to be, with the tree gently swaying.

He was 12 when you gently took his hands in yours and slowly led him to your spot below the tree, he could still feel the gentleness of yours against his rough hands littered by tiny scars from his escapades with the boys. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t about to shit his pants as the both of you got nearer to the tree. The stories that he has heard from his seniors and peers weren't really all that nice.

Cringing at one that he remembers so clearly.

He remembered being perplexed as to why he hadn't been flung through the sky right then and there. And why were you so composed about it?

“Are you some sort of immortal witch that’s stuck in a child’s body or something?” He asked, no longer able to help himself, eager to get answers. “What?” You laughed, both amazed and confused at how the boy came to that conclusion.

“I mean, how in the world did you manage to tame this thing unless you’re some kind of genius witch?”

“What would you do if I was?” She played into his theory. “I- I don’t know actually, but that would be super cool?”

“I’m not, but that indeed does look cool, I wish it’s true.” She replies.

“I’m James, by the way, James Potter.” He quickly introduces himself at the realisation that he has yet to do so. “I’m well aware of who you are, you have quite a reputation with Black and the others.”

“I hope it’s all good then…”

“Y/N. It’s Y/N Y/LN.”

“Y/N…that sounds pretty.”

He was 14 when he first realised that the fluttering feeling in his stomach was there. The one that he frustratingly tried to get rid of, even though he had no idea how it came about. It stopped when they went home for Christmas, so imagine his confusion when it came back the moment that the both of you made eye contact.

He remembered turning back in panic when he saw you step forward, running as fast as he could to their room, locking himself in hiding. The two boys who were sorting through their bags were startled at his entrance, “Prongs?” He hears a voice which makes him look up from his dazed state.

“You alright there?” Remus asks him, worried at the frenzied James.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

“What?”

“I just-”

“Well spit it out! Stop making us wait!” The long-haired boy rushed forward with his arms stretched outwards to grab James’ shoulders and shake him. “Moony, you’re smart, aren’t you? Please tell me why the hell is my stomach doing flips right now.”

Remus chuckles, “Did you see Y/N before you came rushing here?”

His forehead scrunches in confusion and his glasses move down his nose at the action. “How’d you know? Have you got some tracker on me?” He finds himself even more confused when the two only laugh harder at his question. He continued to wait with his hands propped up on his waist until he finally couldn’t stand the sound of their laughter anymore. “Well, have the both of you got any plans to answer me anytime today?”

“It really is true, huh?” Sirius asks Remus, ignoring the pouting boy who is still sitting by the door. “Remus’ the only one with a brain here.”

“Hello?” James quickly stands and stomps towards his friends, “I’m genuinely asking here?”

Sirius and Remus share a quick laugh before they answer and put their friend out of his misery, “You have a crush on your best friend, mate”

Something about hearing that statement out loud made him stutter.

You had been a lot of things for him ever since that day. A friend, a confidant, a tutor, a partner in crime and so much more. But it had never dawned on him just how attached he had been to you. You were his and he was yours but not in the way that others may think. There was no way you would even think of him in that way.

Right?

He denies this, “That’s foolish, Moony. I’ll just ask the others.” The lanky boy’s voice however pulls him to a stop, “And what? Risk the chance that this reaches Y/N?”

Sirius butts in before he could, “Well that would be great, ain’t it? The both of them could finally release that pent-up love they have for each other”

But when he continued to leave through the door, he couldn’t stop the image of you and him in the likeness of his parents from popping up in his mind.

The two boys smirked from where they sat, knowing that James would deny this at first. Deny himself of the idea but would never let himself be denied of the possibility even if it may have been a false thought that his friends put him up to.

He was the same age when he found himself sticking close to you at every waking moment, purposely or not. James would make an effort to wake up early even if it was still dark out and wait for you by the Gryffindor common room. He remembers the look of surprise on your face when you bumped into his chest, looking up to apologise and seeing a beaming James staring down at you. Before you could even pull your lips apart, he was already grabbing your bag and taking the heavy books from your arms.

He would continue this for weeks, making sure to end the day by taking you to the place where you first met and taking a nap on your lap as you study.

James was 15 when he finally got the courage to ask you on a date in Hogsmeade. A day that made him happier than he ever thought possible.

There wasn’t anything different that day compared to the ones before. The two of you went out and about, hopping from one store to another. The nerves that wove through him the night before had washed out as if it weren’t even there.

You had spent the last two hours in some ice cream parlour that you had found before you were set to go back to Hogwarts, comfortably conversing with one another about all sorts of things. In the short moment where silence befalls you, he takes a chance to really look at you, not that he hadn’t already all day. The way you sat so relaxed in your seat and hummed along to the songs he can’t even recall the names of made him feel warm.

He feels the corner of his lips twitch when you catch him staring unabashedly.

Gradually you became a pivotal part of his day, every millisecond he spends apart from you since then is spent replaying an image of you. Of the person he only saw as his friend, had made her home in every corner of his mind and his heart.

James was 18 when he knew that you were the one. Staring at your face as the both of you lay with your legs draped over his on the living room couch, sitting in comfortable silence, he felt that this kind of love was right because it was easy.

3 years may not be enough to reach this conclusion if you ask me, but when you’ve finally got the love that feels as natural as breathing, then you’ve got the love that is worth holding onto.

And loving you had been so simple and effortless. Although conflict may arise and bad days may come between you two, you make it work, and the both of you make it work. Which made trying hours seem like one in a million compared to the easy days.

He wants to build the future that the both of you had dreamed of, to set in stone and paper that you would be there in his dream. He wouldn’t let anything come in the way of it, even if you may choose to live off in solitude in the muggle world, away from the mess that is yours.

James was 21 when he tried to keep his hands from shaking, breathing heavily in and out in a pattern. When he finally hears the groan of the creaky old doors of the tiny farmhouse open, he turns and immediately feels tears well up in the corner of his eyes. it will be the first time he saw you again before the ceremony, the both of you choosing to keep this moment private between you.

“Are you real?” He asks as he delicately wraps his fingers around your waist, pulling you in ever so slightly to him. You feel the subtle movement of his thumb as it caresses the fabric it sits on. “I would like to believe so.” You laugh and a laugh is shared between the two of you at his cheesy question.

“Thank you, darling.” He continues.

“For what? Gracing your presence with my ever-so-amazing self?” She teases him, even if she already knows the answer. “Yes.”

She laughs out loud, placing her arms on his arms to hold herself up. “I am actually eternally grateful for how you appeared in my life that day in the Whomping Willow. You-”

He pauses and takes a look at her eyes as he tries to find the right words. “You gave me the love that I’ve always dreamt of as a child, of the love that I was envious of my parents of, of the love that no other could give me. You are my best friend— please don’t mention this to Padfoot and Moony, they would probably throw me in the river and replace me with you”

“That sounds nice actually,” She brings her hands up in exaggerated wonder, “Chimmy, the monkey and third member of the Marauders. It has a nice ring to it actually.”

James dramatically gasps, pulling his left hand to his chest in fake hurt. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you!”

“Me too. I was kind of rooting for Marlene to speak up later at the ceremony so I could run away with her.”

James sniffs and scoffs, “I might just join Peter then and join Voldy’s band for you have just crushed my heart, woman.”

“I can’t.” You feel the oxygen leaving your body, draining you as you uncontrollably laugh at your cheesy (and dark) jokes. James waits for you to settle down, smiling down at you with sheer adoration before he continues his spontaneous vow to you, “But seriously dear, thank you. I am eternally grateful to whatever god may be listening to us right now for letting me have you as my other half for the next 100 years— well maybe less but let’s keep it at a 100 to make this speech sound more loving. I promise to love you and only you till the end of our days and if ever there comes a time that may seem untrue, please know it’s not.”

“If there’s anything I am more sure of than anything, it’s that you are the one for me no matter what.”

And James was 25 when that time came.

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sugar-glaze-donut · 6 months ago

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Once again - Berrien x Aruji-sama (you!)

☆Gender is not specified ☆Slight spoilers from chapter 4 of aknk ☆Angst then Comfort :3 ☆My headcanon of how Aruji-sama comes to the aknk world (at the end) ☆Time skips for every section. (section 1 - 30 years ago, section 2 - A few minutes ago, section 3 - N O W)

[—➰—⏳—➰—]

Faint light trickles from the curtains as a choir of birds chirp outside.

The monochrome man’s eyes flutter open, his eyes squinting at the light as he yawns.

Rubbing his eyes and forcing himself to wake up, he stumbles towards the curtains and opens them.

Morning has come. And like always, another day has begun.

The monochrome man wakes up his two co-workers and prepares for the day.

Comb his hair, fix his tie, and tidy up his side of the room.

He is now ready to start his day.

He greets everyone he meets in the halls, some already competing their duties, some half asleep, and a few… quite literally sleepwalking.

Everything seems to be in order.

Yes… “Order”. The constant loops they all live in.

Repeated routines, same pairs of clothes, tedious chores… this is the constant loop they go through every day.

Living a somewhat immortal life may sound exciting, but it is a tiring and torturous experience.

The time era you lived in… the memories of the past… the people you once knew, all pass away in a blink of an eye. But that’s only how story authors describe it.

They’re not completely wrong, though. Time does move fast.

But his first XXX years of solitary went by too slowly. As if life was mocking him for his existence.

Although it happened centuries ago… it still shakes his soul.

Even if his memory is quite damaged, the mere thought of having to experience that again gives him a feeling of…

Of…

…?

What do you call this feeling?

Sorrow? Hopelessness? Despair?

Whatever it is. He hates it. He never wants to experience it again.

No matter how many times he wants to scream, he cannot. No matter how many times he wants to run away, he cannot. No matter how many times he wants to DIE… he doesn’t want to.

Not now. He must stay strong for all of them.

and for his father and brother…

[—💕—🫖—💕—]

Another few decades have passed.

Faint light trickles from the curtains as a choir of birds chirps outside.

The monochrome man walks through the halls and enters a room, with a pair of teacups and a teapot in each of his hands.

He sets down the fragile objects down on a nearby table, and opens the curtains.

Sunlight beams into the room and on his pale skin.

Today is yet another beautiful day.

The man returns to his usual standing spot and fixes his tie. He fiddled with his gloves and he patiently waited.

Who is he waiting for you may ask?

It’s Y O U of course!

Come on, don’t keep him waiting!

Put on the ring! Come and say hi to him!

[—🦋—💍—🦋—]

A twirl of light appears in front of the monochrome man. He gasps in delight.

You’re finally here!

Small golden butterflies fly out of the light and form into a person.

Your vision slowly returns as you turn your head towards the man.

His pink eyes, filled with adoration are focused onto you.

A soft giggle escapes your mouth. “I’m back, Berrien”

The man, now identified as Berrien, responds to you with a huge smile adorning his gorgeous face.

“Welcome back, Aruji-sama”

He would gladly go through all of those years of solitary again if it meant that he could see you again

Thank you for breaking this cycle, Y O U .

[—🎀—🍩—🎀—] 🍩Glaze's Notes: *comes back from a burnout cutely* hii :3 this shot idea just came into my mind just when I was trying to sleep. I decided to make this into my comeback post for my burnout -3-

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scifimedic · 6 months ago

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Hi! I just found your blog and noticed you have some posts where you explain how to write certain medical conditions, and I was wondering - could you perhaps do a post on blood poisoning, please? I am struggling with it a little lol.

I have a character that got stabbed, and I don't know what are the odds they could get blood poisoning and if yes, how fast and generally how it progresses.

If you don’t have time or something, don't sweat it, it's just a silly idea I got lol :D

Episode 4 of SciFiMedic Explains: How do I write sepsis?

Hi Anon!

So, your character got themselves stabbed, huh? Before we get to the nuts and bolts of how this is going to progress, we have to clear up a little choice of words here.

The term blood poisoning is not the medically correct term for an infection inside the blood- we call it sepsis. Unless you meant literal poison from the weapon (which I can do a follow-up post on, if that’s the case) I’m going to guess that we’re talking about a severe, system-wide infection of the blood.

Let’s walk through a few options:

Scenario 1:

Your character is stabbed in an area with lots of big blood vessels (highlighted red in diagram), and while everyone does all they can, the poor guy quickly dies of blood loss. There’s no time for infection to set in.

Scenario 2:

Your character is stabbed in a non-lethal area, like the arms, legs, or shallowly on the gut (highlighted green in diagram) They’re able to bandage themselves up, or maybe someone helps them out and they manage to get the bleeding stopped.

Unfortunately, 12 hours later, they notice red streaking coming from around the wound. They also:

Feel freezing cold, but have a high temperature

Are dizzy

Are shivering

Can’t quite catch their breath and feel the need to pant

Throw up

Look pale

These are all signs of the injury going septic, which is when the infection spreads away from the site of the wound and into the bloodstream. It happens fast. From the onset of these symptoms, they can be dead within only 12 hours.

Here’s what needs to happen for them to survive:

1: Hospital. No buts, no delay. If you want them to survive, they need advanced medical treatment, detailed below. (I will allow for a field hospital, or a makeshift hospital with a trained professional and plenty of supplies.)

2: Blood and wound cultures. This means taking a small tube of blood from the arm, rubbing a cotton swab in the wound, and then sending both samples to the lab for study. They will smear the sample on a slide, put it in a warm, wet environment, and wait for it to grow out. Then, they’ll pop it under a microscope and run chemical tests on it to find out what the infection is. This process can take up to 4 days. The good news? The more pathogens that’s in the sample, the faster it will grow out. If you have blood that is severely infected, it could take as little as 12 hours to see results. (I know this from personal experience.)

If you’re in a field hospital, unfortunately this is a luxury you don’t have. See next step.

3: IV antibiotics immediately. Since you don’t know the bacteria causing the sepsis, you don’t know which antibiotic to give. Good news, people a lot smarter than I have created a plan for this.

3a: According to this study done by the National Library of Medicine, 67.9% of people presenting outside a hospital setting had their wounds infected with either Staphylococcus aureus or Pseudomonas aeruginosa. 3b. Thankfully, we have two very strong antibiotics- Vancomycin and Ciprofloxacin- that can each treat these pathogens. Unfortunately, each antibiotic is effective against only one of these pathogens, and nearly useless (or has developed resistance) against the other one! 3c. Good news, these antibiotics can be safely run together. Boom, you’ve just slammed (and it’s a slam- these drugs are horrible for you long term) 67.9% of patients with the right antibiotics to start treating their sepsis. 3d. What about the other 32.1% you may be asking? Good news, they’re not doomed. Just because a given antibiotic isn’t the best choice against a certain pathogen, it doesn't mean it will be completely ineffective. You may be buying them more time for the cultures to come back. You can also take your next best guess, and switch the antibiotics after a few hours if they aren’t having any effect.

4. Fluids. IV time! The biggest tell that someone has sepsis is that their blood pressure plummets to dangerous levels (which is what will eventually kill them, but we’ll get to that.) In order to prevent that drop, we need to raise the blood pressure by adding more volume to the blood through fluids. They might also need a blood transfusion, depending on how much blood they lost from the initial stab wound.

It’s important to note that it may not be possible to gain IV access, because when the blood pressure is that low, the veins tend to shrivel up and disappear (not literally.) In that case, your next best option is an IO, which is a needle drilled into the center of the upper arm bone, or lower leg bone. Yes, it hurts.

5. Vasopressors. Fancy name for medications that force the blood pressure to come up. There are four main pressors:

Norepinephrine

Epinephrine

Phenylephrine

Vasopressin

They should be added in that order, although this article admits there isn’t too much hard evidence to back this up.

It’s important to note that this is ICU level care, and unless we’re in the middle of the woods, we will have transferred there.

How do you know if it’s time to add another pressor? You’re not getting the results you need- AKA the blood pressure is continuing to stay or fall too low. In the ICU, we use a different measure of blood pressure that most people aren’t as familiar with, called a MAP score. It’s easy, I promise.

We use this method because it’s more representative of the amount of blood actually getting to the organs- though that is debated quite a bit in various circles. In America however, that’s the way most ICUs do it.

The ultimate goal for a sepsis case is to have a MAP above 65 mmHg. You can use this calculator to play around with the numbers and see if the blood pressure you’re thinking is within those parameters. If it’s not, time for another pressor.

At this point, your character is passed out most of the time. They’ve got a high fever, rapid heart beat, and are covered in sweat. They might also have a seizure from the fever and general stress on their body- at the very least they’ll be shaking from the chills. Their skin will be very, very pale, and might look kinda blue or gray in places- kinda like spots.

6. Hold your breath. No, not literally. But at this point, you’ve done all you can and you have to wait for them to either get better, or get worse.

If they get better, they’ll slowly start to maintain their own blood pressure, the fever will come down, and they’ll be able to string a coherent sentence together again. Recovery from sepsis can take a long, long time- as many as two to four months in the hospital. It totally depends on the person and how strong they are. The fittest, luckiest patient I’ve seen recover from sepsis was with us in the ICU for three weeks, then spent another month in a step down unit doing various therapies to regain strength.

However… if we’re looking at failure… well, then it’s time to move onto scenario 3.

Scenario 3:

After completing all of the above steps, they end up getting worse. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault- sepsis is fickle and kills fast. At this point, their kidneys are starting to fail from the inadequate blood pressure- you’ll need dialysis for that. They might stop breathing, or be unable to oxygenate their blood properly, then they’ll need a ventilator. At this point, they’re not stable enough to go into surgery anymore, so there’s no hope there. Eventually, the high fever will cause seizures, which will lead very quickly to brain death. As little as 12 hours after the initial dizziness and red streaks, their heart stops and they’re pronounced dead.

Summary:

The odds of your character developing sepsis from a non-fatal stab wound without immediate medical care are high- 90%

If they’re rushed to a hospital, their odds are better- 50%

If they do develop sepsis inside a hospital, they’re likley to survive- only 10.55% of people die of this kind of wound infection.

If they develop sepsis outside a hospital, then it’s almost certain they will die- 99%

Disclaimer: Although I’m in school to become a medical professional, I’m not one yet. All mistakes are mine, and I’m always open to discussion.

Anon, this was a fun prompt! If this isn’t quite what you were looking for, feel free to submit another ask with more follow up questions!

Everyone else, also feel free to send me an ask, or reblog this (or any SciFiMedicExplains Episode) with a scene you’d like me to help you write!

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lillaydee · 2 months ago

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Tingled Part 5

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales / Reader

Joel Miller (No Outbreak) / Reader

Starting fresh in the big city, you were still questioning your worth after the way you were treated by your ex and his daughter, desperately trying to leave thoughts of them behind. But something about the new man you ran into made that almost impossible.

WARNINGS: Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel is a Fucking Idiot, Sweet Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Soft Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Hurt Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Francisco "Catfish" Morales Has PTSD, Fluff and Angst, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

English is not my first language, so please excuse the errors.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 4

You had no idea how long you stood there in the pool hall, frozen from what just happened. When you came to, you realized you needed to find him, explain everything. You immediately ran out after him, seeing his figure disappear around the corner, already one whole street away, his long legs taking long strides away from you as fast as they could. You took your shoes off and gunned it, determined to catch up with him. You felt like shit. You didn’t even think how your past traumas could affect him. Your mind actually wandered back to the get together, how obvious it must’ve been to him that you were avoiding him. You hated yourself for making him feel like this.

You turned the corner he disappeared at and he was nowhere to be seen. Shit. You’ve lost him. You jogged barefoot up the street a bit, hoping to see him somewhere, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. Your feet were starting to feel cold, autumn may not be in full swing yet but the sidewalk was freezing, especially now that the sun was starting to set. You turned around and began jogging back to the pool hall, turning around to see if you could magically spot him even if you had ran the entire length of that block looking for him. No such luck.

Just as you were about to turn the corner back to go back to the pool hall, you turned around one more time, just to be sure he was really not around. As you were turning your head back in disappointment from not seeing that dark blue trucker hat with the soft curls peeking out from under it, you almost run into someone, who held you by your arm with one hand, the other one holding a cup of coffee away from you, not wanting it to spill on you, or him, for that matter.

“Whoa… you really like spilling coffee on me huh? You hate me that much?”

Frankie was looking down at you, a smile on his face.

“Frankie. I was looking for you.”

“You were?” His face had a confused look on it. Was he surprised you were looking for him?

“Yeah. Of course I was. You didn’t have to leave. I didn’t want you to leave. Please come back. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I’ll leave if you want me to… just… please don’t leave because of me.” You were breathing heavily by this point, so you bent down a bit, trying not to make it so obvious.

His eyes were studying you. Those eyes that made you realize he wasn’t Joel after all. They were soft, warm, full of emotions, even if they were just aimed at you, someone he barely knew. Unlike the cold, empty ones you were used to. The pair of warm, brown eyes kept studying you, until they landed on your bare feet.

“Where are your shoes?”

“Uh… I think they’re somewhere in front of the pool hall. They had heels, I needed to run as fast as I could. Fuck, where are my bags?”

You made to go back to the pool hall, but he stopped you.

“No, I’ll go get your shoes and bags. You want to stay here? Have a cup of coffee with me?”

It was then you realized you were standing in front of the café you had frequented. Shit. You didn’t even realize you’d run that far. You looked at his face – there was a soft earnestness on it, a sincerity in wanting to have a cup of coffee with you.

“We can go back there together,” you told him, trying to speak without breaking, your breath still heavy from your short legs trying to catch up to his long ones. “You don’t have to go over and come back. We could have a drink there,” you suggested. You really didn’t want to trouble him.

One condition, he said, noticing that you had started to shiver from your bare feet and lack of jacket, despite the light sheen of sweat covering your skin from your unplanned workout. But now that you had stopped running for a bit, the sweat served as a cooler in the light evening autumn breeze. You hadn’t realized it, but you now had your arms surrounding your body, fending off the cold breeze.

He took off his flannel and had you wear it, telling you that you should wear his boots on the walk back. He had socks on, he said. He’ll be fine. You tried to protest, feeling bad that he had to go without. Either that, or I carry you. Or you wait here and I go get your bags and shoes for you. Your choice.

You stood there, unmoving. The thought of him walking back shoeless made you feel bad, but you couldn’t actually imagine making it back to the pool hall being carried by him without blushing. So you conceded, and walked into the café, sitting down at one of the tables to wait for him to come back with your stuff. He smiled, ordering another coffee for you, before leaving to get your stuff.

His flannel was still on you. It was nice and warm on your skin. It’s comforting. Come to think of it, the café was warm, he didn’t need to leave his flannel on you. But he did, wearing only his shirt to go get your stuff. When your coffee was placed in front of you, you drank it, your mind suddenly unable to stop thinking about that one time you had orange juice spilled on yourself at Joel’s house. Sarah had accidentally tripped while drink-walking, and you found yourself covered with orange juice. You had dinner cooking on the stove, so you didn’t want to run back to get fresh clothes. So you went into Joel’s closet and put one of his shirts and boxer shorts on, putting your soiled clothes in the wash.

When Joel got back, he stared at you for a while, before asking you why you had his clothes on. You told him. He seemingly let it go, but made you change back into your own clothes after the laundry was done. When you came back the next Monday, he told you he had cleared a small single drawer for you. Keep a set of your clothes there, he said. You were elated, thinking that he had finally taken a step further into your relationship. Looking back at it, you realized that he just didn’t want you in his clothes. You knew that he didn’t have a problem with it with Jen. She always had his clothes on when she spent the night after she came back, you know, before the New York trip where he came back telling you he was leaving you for her. She also had his clothes on all the time before she left, back when they were still newlyweds.

So he didn’t have a problem with his women wearing his clothes. He just didn’t want you in them.

You rubbed your face, feeling stupid and small again, tears filling your eyes at the thought of it all. You couldn’t believe how dumb you were. That you didn’t see it. He never hid it, he never pretended. You were just too blind to see. Stupid, stupid!

A warm hand landed on your shoulder. Frankie placed your bags on the third chair on the two-top, asking you if you were alright, before taking a knee, helping you put your shoes back on. He took the seat opposite you, a worried look on his face seeing your teary state. Are you okay?

It’s weird. You were in literal tears for something Joel did, but the sight of this man, who, for all you knew could be his long-lost twin, comforted you. You gave him a weak smile, thanking him for getting your stuff for you. You decided there and then to just be honest with him. You liked his company, you found. You didn’t want to lose it. And if you were to spend more time with him, which was inevitable, seeing as he was your client and your bosses and future colleague were dating his best friends, it would be much better if everything was just out in the open.

You apologized to him for making him feel like you didn’t want to see him. It was hard, you admitted. You saw Joel every time you saw him. But you also knew that he was not Joel. And every single time you saw him, the Joel-ness you first saw in him sort of disappeared. Slowly, but you didn’t think of him as a Joel doppelganger as much anymore. You asked him if it would be okay for him of you told him everything. Of course, he said, without hesitation. Let’s order something to eat? You must be hungry, he said. You smiled and nodded. After ordering for the both of you, he sat back down and told you he’s all ears.

You told him everything. From the first time you saw Joel and Jen move in, your crush on him, Jen leaving him, coming back, everything. You told him how stupid you felt when he dumped you. How heartbroken. How small. How much you were now able to see everything you’d been blind to before. You took a deep breath before telling him your one biggest fear.

How you worried that you will never be able to trust anyone to love you again.

How you worried that you would never love again.

You had no idea why you would tell him that, but you just did. You’d never even said it to yourself out loud. And yet, here you sat, telling the man who looked exactly like the man who broke your heart the very thing you were worried about – the thing that was the direct result of your ex’s callous treatment of you.

This thought kept you up at night sometimes. What if you met someone new, and became the opposite of who you were with Joel – just to be safe? That would mean you won’t give them anything. Not your time, not your efforts, not your help, and definitely not your heart. What kind of relationship would that be? And what if you questioned their every move? What if instead of closing your heart, you went all out instead, becoming clingy and overbearing to the point of annoying?

What if you didn’t know how to love anymore?

The thought of ending up alone scared the living daylights out of you. But your fear of getting your heart broken again made your world stop. Were you just to be alone forever just so you could protect yourself? You hated yourself. You hated Joel for making you feel like this. For still having an effect on you long after he was out of your life. For having an effect on your future. Were you just doomed to never be happy again?

He made you wonder if you were ever happy to begin with, even at the height of your relationship with him – the first few months, maybe? He noticeably pulled back after that, and you were far too in love with him to voice your concerns. He had that much control over you. He still had control over you. Even now. And you hated him for it. You hated yourself for it.

Your tears were soaking the sleeve of his flannel by now, in an effort not to display a wet splotchy version of your face to him or flood the plate of pasta you had in front of you.

The feeling of a calloused thumb rubbing on your knuckles pulled you out of your tear-filled stupor. You hadn’t realized until now – but Frankie was holding your hand. His own eyes filled with unshed tears just from listening to you.

When it became clear to him that you had finished telling your story, he took a deep breath, “Whoa… no wonder you were screaming at me that day. And no wonder you couldn’t look me in the face after. I’m so sorry, Emma. You want me to wear a mask or something? You don’t have to see my face anymore if you don’t want to.”

You laughed out loud. He seemed relieved to have made you laugh.

“Sorry for dumping all this on you,” you said, embarrassed to feel so vulnerable in front of him.

“Don’t be,” he said, his hand still on yours. “We’ve all been there,” he said. “I know I have.” He gave you a weak smile, his own pain clear in his eyes.

You sat up straight, squeezing his hand in yours. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I am willing to listen if you feel like telling me. It’s the least I can do. You did listen to my rants on my ex, got screamed at in public and had coffee spilled all over you.”

He laughed, but then stared at you for a long time, contemplating his next move. “I’m worried you might judge me, that you might see me in a different way,” he said, his eyes avoiding yours for a while.

You squeezed his hand again, “Hey, I’m not judging anyone. I’m the idiot who let herself be used for sex, a clean house and home cooked meals for seven years, remember?”

He laughed.

“For what it’s worth,” he told you, “That guy’s a dick for doing what he did to you. And an even bigger one for going back to that bitch. This is not on you. You were doing everything right, you loved the way you knew how. If this asshole and his daughter couldn’t see that, that’s their problem, not yours. I’m sorry you had to go through that. That was hard to hear, let alone go through. And please, you could talk to me about this anytime you want to, okay? I’ll listen. If it’ll help you, I’ll listen.”

“Thank you.”

He played with your hand, before grasping it in his.

He joined the army young. His family couldn’t afford to send him to college, so the army did. He became a pilot, and served his time with his childhood friend, Pope. After several tours he and his buddies got discharged. His time with the army was over, but at the same time, it wasn’t. It came home with him. Every single night, it came home with him. He had nightmares. He woke up scared, haunted by what he had done and seen. So he stopped sleeping. Took job after job trying to occupy his time, his mind. Anything to not think about his time in service. His body was suffering from it. All that work and no sleep, he was definitely feeling the effects of it all.

So he did the unthinkable. He turned to drugs. A lot of the vets used them, he said. He stupidly thought he could control it. Just a line or two, just to re-energize himself every time he felt tired. Before he knew it he spiralled. His buddies got him into rehab, where he met Vanessa. She was the receptionist there. They started dating. She seemed sweet, understanding of his situation, she was familiar with it after all, having worked there for a while by the time they met.

After rehab, things seemed to be on the up and up for Frankie. He had a steady girlfriend, a job as a pilot for the local TV station, he was clean, his life seemed alright. Vanessa left her job to go to nursing school, and he actually felt as if a normal life with her was possible now.

About six months into dating, she got pregnant. It was a surprise, she was on birth control and he always wrapped up, but he was over the moon, nonetheless. His dreams of having a normal life with a family was coming true. He moved in with her, and they began preparing for the arrival of baby Morales.

But the nightmares persisted. He was not getting the sleep he needed. He woke up almost every night covered in cold sweat. Vanessa, who was understanding at the beginning, began to find faults with him. He was working hard trying to make as much money as he could for the baby, taking every extra shift he could, even going so far as taking a part time job as a mechanic to make more.

But it was not enough. Not to Vanessa. It was never enough. She wanted more. Demanded the most expensive furnishings and baby clothes, suddenly becoming a high maintenance pregnant woman who must have expensive clothing and designer items, blaming it all on pregnancy hormones, screaming at Frankie when he couldn’t provide them for her.

She stopped having sex with him, claiming that she detested his nightmares, making him sleep on the couch so that he wouldn’t bother her when he woke up from them. He put up with all of it, knowing that her hormones were all over the place. He loved her, and she was carrying his baby, after all.

But all the extra work, the worries, the physical toll he was going through was weighing down on him.

He buckled under the pressure, he told you. He relapsed. Just one moment of weakness, one line, he said, and this time, he got suspended from his main job for it. Vanessa went mental and rightfully kicked him out of the house. He got clean again, but it seemed that the damage was done. Vanessa didn’t trust him at all. She didn’t even tell him when she was in labour. He only found out about the birth of his son a week after the fact. She didn’t even put him on the birth certificate. His son had her last name, not his.

After much begging and coaxing, she let him see his son. She told him that she would leave him for good if he screwed up one more time. He accepted, of course, he would do anything to keep her and his son in his life. She remained cold towards him. He slept on a cot in the nursery. She was still demanding things from him, going out every night, leaving him to take care of his son. He took it all. Anything to make things right.

But money was tight. He was only depending on his army stipend and what little he made from the mechanic job. So when Pope came home with the offer to make some extra money on an overseas mission, he couldn’t say no. He coaxed Vanessa into letting him join his buddies, and surprisingly, it didn’t take much for her to agree.

The mission was a big fuck up. They lost someone, he told you. He came back two weeks later even more broken than he was when he left, but this time, to an empty house. Vanessa had left. Cleaned out the house. Just upped and moved, taking his son with him. She left him an envelope containing the result of a paternity test. His son’s name highlighted on it, along with some guy he knew was a friend of hers from nursing school. His son was not his own. She had been cheating on him all along. Everything she had put him through was for nothing.

He spiralled again. Badly, this time. Benny found him unconscious just in the nick of time. He started over, going to rehab, meetings, keeping himself clean. He’d been clean for 342 days today. He’s working on his sobriety.

“342 days? That’s great Frankie! Congratulations! I’m so proud of you!”

Frankie looked at you as if you had three heads.

“I’m sorry, I’m wondering if you actually heard me. I just told you that I am an addict, who relapsed twice, and all you could say is that’s great? Congratulations? You are proud of me? Did you hear my story at all?”

You laughed, “You told me you were 342 days clean, Frankie. That’s amazing. I don’t know if I could do that. I can’t even give up good coffee. That day I spilled coffee all over you? I ran down here just to get a cup, risking running into you again cause I couldn’t face the prospect of that meeting we had without one. I can’t even imagine what would happen if I got addicted to anything stronger.”

He had the biggest grin on his face, coupled with relief. He felt open with you. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulder, just by telling you that part of his life. His buddies, namely Will and Benny, saw him go through this, so he didn’t have to tell them. Liv and Diana, thankfully, never had to see him at his lowest, but they knew about it, so did Anna, Pope’s mom. Apart from his NA meetings, he had never divulged this information to anyone. He was, frankly, shocked at himself for telling you this. He had literally met you six times in total, including today. But it was like he couldn’t help himself. The words just came tumbling out. He could feel the other things he deliberately kept a secret from others bubbling up his throat to tell you, the ones that he never told anyone, not even his NA people, not even his sponsor, not even Pope’s mom, but he knew he wanted to tell you. He had to tell you, but he didn’t think the café was the place to do that.

“There’s… something else I wanted to share with you. But, maybe today, or this place are not the right time and place to tell you about them. I hope I get to tell you someday.”

You shrugged, “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen.”

He smiled, his hands still playing with yours, the food in front of the two of you long gone cold. You flipped his hand over, taking hold of his hand instead.

“Frankie, I’m sorry you had to go through that. All of it. The army, Vanessa, the 'you know what’. But what’s important is that you got through all that. You’re still here. You survived all that. You are taking it one day at a time. You’ll succeed. I just know it. You’ll get your life back. You’ll fall in love again, with someone better this time. Someone you truly deserve, and you will be happy. You will have the happy life you want. White picket fences and all.”

He laced his fingers with yours, a small thank you escaping his lips.

“Now, if only you could trust that all you just said will happen to you too,” he smiled.

You took your hand from his, covering your face with both your hands before crossing your fingers at him, “Here’s hoping,” you said, an unconfident smile accompanying your words. “Now, lets eat our cold dinner. I’m surprised you didn’t hear my tummy rumble.”

“Ah… I was wondering what that sound was.”

You threw your napkin at him.

The two of you ate your cold dinners, getting to know one another, both feeling lighter than you had been for a while. You asked him how he’s always in the vicinity of the café, and he told you that he lived in the apartment building down the street. Will and Liv and Benny and Diana did too. Pope was still living at home with his mother at the moment, but they should be moving to the building soon too. Their apartment was still being renovated.

Oh, fancy, you thought. The price tag on those apartment buildings were not for the faint hearted. You were even more shocked when he told you he owned it and was not renting. He clocked your startled look, telling you that that was part of the story he wanted to tell you, and you just nodded conspiratorially, complete with suspicious eyes, making him laugh.

God, he hoped you wouldn’t run away when he did tell you.

The door to the café opened, and a woman walked in. She beelined towards him. She was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of woman you would think someone who looked like him would be with. He greeted her with a smile and got up to hug her. He made to introduce you to her, but she beat him to it.

Staring you up and down, a very smug, judgmental look on her face, she held out a manicured hand to you. “I’m Jade. And you are?”

Part 6

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #francisco morales x reader

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tekkenenjoyerblue · 7 months ago

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Can barely contain my thoughts of excitement for M. Bison’s DLC I don’t normally do insane rambling so I’m gonna put this under the cut. Spoilers for Bison’s World Tour stuff below if you haven’t seen and want to experience that yourself!

Ohhhhh my god the absolute relief and joy I feel that they didn’t do away with M. Bison’s amnesia with his world tour. I think the way they went about that in general was pretty well done! I had my concerns about how they were going to handle his story but giving Bison a clear cut disinterest in Shadaloo beyond what it can do for him is GREAT. I think most important to me he is still Bison, just in a brand new package. Personality wise he’s still his violent, jerkish self with a new layer of hostility and disinterest in others due to his amnesia. I love that there’s a consensus in the game that no one views this version of Bison as “complete” even Bison himself making statements about it. And us as the viewer seeing how characters react to that. F.A.N.G is obviously not thrilled with the whole outcome, JP’s win quote paints him as intrigued about Bison not being “his whole self yet” it’s something every Shadaloo member seems to want to remedy and mitigate as fast as possible, but Bison…does not seem to care beyond the annoyance and curiosity of foggy flashing memories. He states even if a more perfect version of him came along he would simply crush them and take their power for his own. In his own words

His specific point of not really caring about reestablishing the organization (he really went “we’ll see about that”) is a huge relief to me. Because the fact he’s more interested in seeing things play out/not particularly bothered or threatened by the existence of the remnants of Shadaloo means that JP can still run his schemes without me having to worry about Capcom using Bison as an “in emergency break glass” Villain (I hope…)

The only reason Bison is hanging around the ruined lab is just a curiosity for the potential strength hidden in these residual memories, even claiming whether or not they actually do anything matters very little to him. He’s perfectly content with his vessel as is only seeking ways to complete it further if the opportunity presents itself. Biding his time and satiating his hunger for strong fights that fuel his psycho power and give him a chance to control it further.

What I wanted most from his DLC story after seeing the trailer was for him to remain disinterested in Shadaloo (we already have a whole cast of characters deeply embroiled in the sort of feud between Neo Shadaloo’s ranks and all the stuff with F.A.N.G and A.K.I), and for him to still have that personality I love so much even if his methods or motives changed, and I got both of these things so I really am a happy camper.

Other things I really liked about this include pretty much everything around Bison’s bond with his horse

- Bison only sparing us initially because his horse likes us (100/10 reasoning I am obsessed with this)

- then proceeding to tell us in another interaction that said horse is above us on the pecking order and that being useful is the only continued reason for his training of us

- the fact he nursed this dying horse back to health complete with psycho power infusion because he could see how determined it was to stay alive is just AAAAAA

Horse enthusiasts M. Bison is my favorite thing besides just his new looks in general and BOY do I think he looks good. I am chock full of ideas of my own and curious about any new things we may still learn! But needless to say the buzz of excitement is still heavy for me. And I didn’t even get into his arcade mode art phewwwww l’ll put those in a separate post. I also want to say that I love the potential that with Bison’s current disinterest it opens an opportunity to see versions of Vega and Balrog without their direct involvement with Shadaloo, something I would love to see.

Overall though I’m glad that amnesia or not Bison is still himself in the best ways possible and I have so many ideas for stuff especially revolving around my oc now. In the meantime just…just look at him <33

#ranting #street fighter #street fighter six #m. bison #i’m not far enough into worl tour to get to see him myself so i made do with videos #i did play his whole arcade mode immediately though so next post will be about that #not crazy well put together but thats ok #thats why its a rant 💀#i am a m. bison fanboy at the end of the day #and that means i am incredibly bias towards liking this #but genuinely loved his world tour and arcade mode sm #hobo bison is absolutely mint #amnesiac king does not give a fuuuck #sf6 spoilers #game spoilers

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lantanasmuttyfanfics · 6 months ago

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Hii can you do a evil queen/mira reacting to dexter and raven dating or raven having crush on dexter and dexter having a crush on raven

-hii i love your work i read allot of your work

Heyyy sorry for not posting yesterday

Anyway this fic is a little short and i apologize for that but I also have to inform you guys that I’m traveling tomorrow so posting may be a little of.

I’ll try to be as consistent as possible but yeah just a warning

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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“So where did you say you transferred from?” Mira froze for a second glancing at a more than nervous Apple before turning to look at Raven.

“I didn’t. But it doesn’t matter it was shit school anyway.” Raven hummed and stirred her drink with some magic as before abruptly jumping.

“You alright?” Raven made the spilled drink disappear with a wave of her hand, she hoped her cheeks weren’t too red as she turned to look at Mira.

“Hmmm? Of yeah totally fine.” Raven winced at how unconvincing her voice was but hoped Mira and the others didn’t notice.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Apple leaned forward while giggling. “Are your sure Raven? Because I see Dexter coming over.” Mira perked up, running her tongue along her teeth.

“Who’s Dexter?” Raven flushed but gave the two girls the signal to shut up as Dexter appeared before her.

“Hi Rave-!”

“Hey Dext-!”

“Oh you go first Raven.” Mira inspected the boy, noting his distinct Charming appearance and obvious name. Who knew her daughter was head over heels for a Charming?

She remembered how she loathed king charming when she was back in school, but had been at least a tiny bit civil for the good kings sake.

“Oh and this Mira! She’s a transfer student.” Raven placed her hand on her shoulder and Mira gave the boy a small smile in acknowledgment.

She would just have to corner him later and interrogate him. Nothing bad of course couldn’t reveal who she truly was.

“So you’re the second Charming brother.” Dexter shifted uncomfortably as he glanced at Raven. Raven sighed and kicked Mira in the leg hoping to get the message across.

“Uhh yeah I am. Well I have to borrow Raven for something but it was good to meet you Mira.”

Mira clicked her tongue and gave a small smile as she watched the two walk away. They looked like live sick puppies but she found that she didn’t hate the idea of her daughter with that boy.

“So what’s Dexter like? Does he treat my Raven right.” She gave a glare towards Apple, the girl shifting uncomfortably.

“Oh he’s very nice and sweet. He likes to read and study and that stuff.” Mira wouldn’t admit it but those qualities reminded her of the good king.

Sometimes she really did wonder how alike she and Raven were in different things.

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Dexter rounded the hallway, cleaning his glasses with his shirt as he headed to the dorms.

“Dexter!” He froze before turning to look at that new girl. She leaning against the wall a purple flame of magic that looked a little too much like Ravens dancing between her fingers.

“So what do you think of Raven. She’s pretty isn’t she?” Mira stared him down, essentially freezing him on the spot.

“Why do you want to know?” He wasn’t usually this bold, but he found there was something strange about Mira. Something… evil about her.

“I’m just curious as to the type of guy the daughter of the evil queen is dating.” Dexter furrowed his brows, he wasn’t a fan when someone associated Raven to her mother.

They were nothing alike so it just didn’t feel right.

“Umm yeah… she’s very pretty and the sweetest kindest person I’ve met. Nothing like her mother.” He hoped she would get the hint as he emphasized the last part.

“So you have only good intentions then. Not going to lead her on?” Mira stepped out the shadows her eyes now glowing an amethyst.

“What no! I would never, I’m completely serious about Raven. I even wish that were destined.” Mira stoped for a second, a feeling that she couldn’t quite understand growing in her chest.

But as they heard footsteps fast approaching Mira was quick to grab onto his collar of his shirt. “Listen here Dexter. If you do anything and I mean anything to upset my dau- Raven I will be the last thing you see.”

She shoved him back roughly as the footsteps rounded the corner. “Mira? Dexter? What are you guys doing?”

Mira glared at the boy one final time before putting on a smile. “Nothing just happened to run into each other. Isn’t that right.”

The glare she gave him sent shivers down Dexters spine, but he nodded and grabbed Ravens hand as he started to pull her back to the direction of the dorms.

“See you around… Mira.”

As they left out of sight Mira went into an empty classroom her mind swirling as she transformed back into her original self.

The evil queen smirked as she cast a purple globe, watching as the charming boy behaved like the perfect gentleman to her daughter.

She supposed that this wasn’t the worst prince that her daughter could have picked. He reminded her of the good king at times so yes he wasn’t the worst choice.

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In all honesty before making this page I did not give a flying fuck about the good king and the evil queen but now I’m like ‘teeeheehe what should I write about them today’

Anyway not to worry my trip is only four days so my posting should be more consistent

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

#reading #romance #wattpad #ever after high #apple white #daring charming #dexter charming #raven queen #eah fanfic #eah headcanons #dexter x raven #raven x dexter #the evil queen #the good king #mira shards #the dragon games #snow white #class of classics

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bachissidehoe · 7 months ago

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no vacancy

chapter 2 of it's classy not classic

“Bachira? Hello?” Isagi panics into the phone, pacing around his bedroom in a plain white t-shirt and boxers for the second morning in a row.

“Hey boyfriend.” Bachira’s groggy voice comes through on the other end. It sounds like he’s still in bed.

“So you’ve seen it.”

“Yeah I saw it, it was sent to me like 50 times.” He yawns.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t even believ- I’m really sorry I’ll tell everyone-” Isagi rushes through his words, speaking so fast that it doesn’t even sound like real sentences.

“Calm down, calm down. Sheesh.” Bachira replies, sounding much too casual about this situation. It sounds like he’s just calmly stretching in his bed, while Isagi continues his panicked routine.

“I need to tell everyone that’s not true, I can’t believe I dragged you into this-”

“You really don’t wanna date me that much?” Bachira giggles. How can he be so normal about this?

“That’s not-”

“It’s alright Isagi, it’s not a big deal. Some people took pictures of us together and it wasn’t hard to make the jump- you know, I just got out of a relationship and the breakup was pretty publicized in my circles.” Bachira explains.

Isagi holds his phone in front of them, scrolling through the tweets and articles about he and Bachira’s little date yesterday. Looking at it from an outside perspective, Isagi can completely understand why people may think that Bachira sipping from Isagi’s drink may indicate something more than a normal friendship. But anyone who knows Bachira personally would understand that these little quirks of his are just part of his personality.

“Oh- I didn’t even know.”

“I know, my ex already texted me about it to ask what’s going on.” He chuckles.

A situation like that would make Isagi even more panicked, but once again, Bachira just takes everything in his stride.

“What? What did you say to her?” Isagi asked.

“You mean him? I didn’t respond to him yet.” Bachira replies.

Isagi pauses, nearly choking on air. That makes even more sense. “I didn’t know you were gay.” He blurts out. How did they hang out and it never came up? Especially because of the topic of conversation. But all things considered, that makes even more sense as to why the public seems to assume the two of them are in a relationship.

Bachira just laughs. “I’m bi.”

“Oh. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said it like-”

“Yeah. In my community it’s very known, so it makes sense that people would see me with you, and you just “came out”, and assume something’s going on.” Bachira sighs. “I probably should have thought of that.”

“Well-” Isagi pauses. “What are you gonna say to him?”

It’s not necessarily surprising that Bachira Meguru is bisexual. Isagi wouldn’t think anything of it if he weren’t involved in this current situation. But honestly, Isagi feels bad that his friend identifies this way at this specific point in time. Because if Bachira were straight, that would be an easy fix.

“Not sure.”

Isagi just sighs. “I’m sorry man.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I’ll make a public post and clear everything up.”

“Actually.” Bachira pauses. Isagi can hear him shuffling around, possibly leaving his bed. “I don’t think you should.”

“Huh?”

“I think you should wait. It might not be worth explaining.” He continues.

“Are you-”

“I’m saying we should just fake it. I’m in Tokyo for a couple months for work, we fake date until I move away, and then we fake break up because I’m moving and you’re a pro player and all.” He suggests. He says it so casually too, like it’s not the most insane idea Isagi has ever heard. “You know, just like the movies!”

“You’re insane.” Isagi replies. It’s really all he can say. This can’t possibly be real life.

“I’m so serious.” Bachira laughs. “Hold on, I’m coming over. Send me your address.”

“What the fuck is even happening?” Isagi feels his body shaking, he’s sweating yet freezing. He’s probably having a stress reaction. He might have to end up in a mental hospital. How the absolute fuck is he going to be able to show up to practice today?

“We have to make a plan. So I’m coming over. I’ll bring some food.” Bachira says, explaining his intentions as if they’re spies planning the heist of the century. Like it’s some game they have to win. Even after so many years, Bachira’s Blue Lock ego still hasn’t wavered.

Isagi agrees, since he doesn’t really see himself having another option, but the entirety of the situation still doesn’t feel at all real. Back in Blue Lock, Isagi truly felt like his friendship with Bachira was special, like even though they hardly knew each other, they were on the same wavelength from the start. He assumed both of them would make it out, and he still believes they would have if not for Bachira’s injury.

After that, Isagi was too embarrassed to talk to Bachira as often anymore. He felt guilty, like he didn’t earn his title over someone as talented as Bachira. It felt too weird to maintain their closeness. But now, it’s like it’s all back to normal, where Bachira is just as comfortable with him as he was six years ago.

But that’s just how Bachira is. Clearly Isagi hasn’t respected Bachira’s ability to innocently trust the world.

“Hey there!”

Isagi opens the door to a smiling Bachira Meguru, holding multiple bags of takeout.

“That’s a lot of food.”

“Is it?” Bachira giggles. “I don’t know what you liked so I picked one of everything. Except the stuff I hate.”

“Geez. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing.” He lets himself in, placing the bags of food on Isagi’s dining table. “I have more money than I know what to do with anyway.”

“I get that.” Isagi replies. It’s true, being 22 years old doesn’t really require as much money as the two of them make- Isagi being a pro soccer player and Bachira being a successful artist. They can pay their bills, buy their own food, donate to charities and whatever else will make them look good to the general public, give some money to their families, and they still seem to have a lot of it. Neither of them are used to it. “Thanks.”

“Think of it like a date. Our second date.”

“Stop it.” Isagi looks away, feeling his face flush. He doesn’t understand how Bachira can still be so casual about this despite being caught up in a blatant lie. Isagi can’t help but assume that the worst will happen, that he’ll be outed for being a liar and a horrible person and fired from being a pro player. Bachira, on the other hand, seems like he couldn’t care less.

“So let’s talk about it.” Bachira sits at the table, making himself at home as he starts unpacking some of the food. “I think we should just keep giving the public what they want, we can hang out and go on “dates” and stuff, go to each other’s events, and it’ll die down on its own.”

“You’re being so normal about this.” Isagi replies.

Isagi figured he couldn’t eat with how much stress he’s under, but those pork buns smell good enough to convince him to sit across from his friend and try one.

Bachira shrugs, shoveling a few chopsticks full of rice in his mouth. “Well, it’s not as big of a deal as you think it is.”

“Huh? I trapped you in this with me because I lied on an interview. Now you have to pretend like you’re my boyfriend and I’m not even gay, I don’t know if you’re trying to fix things with your ex or whatever, and if you weren’t but wanted to date other people your entire time in Tokyo is just ruined because you wouldn’t be able to date if everyone thinks you’re dating m-”

Bachira flicks a grain of rice at Isagi, hitting him in the nose.

“What the fuck Bachira?” Isagi swipes the rice away, meeting the gaze of his smirking friend.

“Just say you don’t wanna date me.” He giggles.

“Can you be for fucking real for one second?”

“Fine, fine.” He picks the face-rice off the table and tosses it in an empty bag. “I don’t care that you’re straight, I like hanging out with you and this would just mean hanging out with you more. I am definitely not trying to get back with Hiro, and after that relationship, I’m also not trying to date or fuck anyone else for the forseeable future.” Bachira explains. “I think that covers everything you were concerned about.”

Though much of Bachira Meguru’s cutesy, eccentric personality remains the same as it was back in Blue Lock, much about him has changed as well. Isagi can tell that he prefers to be lighthearted, but that he’s also matured a lot. He’s put together, he dresses nice, it’s clear he’s maintained his physique and takes care of himself, and he’s obviously working hard.

“Any of that could change, though.” Isagi says, but much quieter and less confident than before.

“Stop making it seem like you’re ruining my life.” Bachira smiles, softer this time.

Isagi sighs. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to Bachira now, but anything could change in the next couple of months.

“Fine.” He says after a while. “It’s not different than just hanging out with you, I guess.”

“Yippee!” Bachira raises his chopsticks into the air. “My new classy relationship, Blue Lock best friends to lovers, rich boys from different worlds-”

“Damn don’t get too excited.” Isagi jokes.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bachira leans in as if there could be anyone listening in Isagi’s completely empty apartment.

“Uh, ye-”

“I sort of want Hiro to be jealous.” He admits.

“Oh-”

“Anyway!” Bachira quickly shoves some more food in his mouth. “Moving on.”

“O-kay?” Isagi finds it best if he just lets Bachira lead the conversation. It’s always been that way, with Bachira doing whatever he wants and Isagi simply letting him.

“I have to ask, have you ever even dated anyone? Sorry if it’s too personal.”

“No, no, I guess we should make sure we know things about each other.” Isagi answers. “I’ve dated here and there, but never a serious relationship.”

“So you’ve kissed girls?”

“I mean yeah-”

“Have you had sex before?”

“Not super often but occasionally-”

“Ah.”

Isagi answers the barrage of questions quickly, but it’s clear Bachira needs some additional context. They’re definitely personal questions, but nothing Isagi is super uncomfortable sharing with him. They’re “dating” now, after all. He decides to elaborate.

“I just can’t saddle anyone with being in a relationship with me. Any girl would always be second to soccer. There’s no vacancy in my life for a person to come between what I really love. I just don’t think it’s possible for me, so it wouldn’t be fair to her, you know?” Isagi explains, looking down at his untouched pork bun. Now’s as good a time as any to actually start eating.

He makes a mental note to ask Bachira where he ordered from later. This food is damn good.

“Do you know that girls are interested in you?” Bachira inquires further.

“Yeah, I mean of course. But like I said, there’s no room for anyone between me and soccer. It’s the only thing I care about that deeply, I guess it’s like my one true love or whatever.” Isagi answers, taking another bite.

Bachira chuckles. “I totally get it, but I think you’d be surprised.”

“Hm?”

“You’d be surprised how simple it can be to have two loves at the same time, where both of them are number 1.” He smiles.

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papaver-decervicatus · 5 months ago

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Cat/Mouse/Den EXTRA! Getaway Fever

AN: This is the quick story a personal friend wrote based on Cat/Mouse/Den! I actually vastly prefer his writing to my own because I feel like it fits König's POV much better. Everyone tell him how good it is in the comments to fluster him <3

He walks along the base of a gradually sloping desert-esque hill, with trees and high rising scrub against the base of the hill, up it, and maybe even over it. The occasional tree, large stone, or elsewise normal scenery slowly passes him as he patrols. Then the wind catches him.

He sucks in a breath, and takes in the scene in, in a different way. The smell of acacia, a light rain from this morning, and something else. It's different, not new. Out of place. The smell lingers in the back of his throat. Makes his arm hair stand. ‘Ich geisteskrank’ he thinks, (I’m insane)

He closes his eyes, for a few seconds, as another whipping wind rolls down the hills, breaks around his form.

And this time he closes his eyes, and breathes in deeper. And he catches it again.

“No closer.” A cool, flat tone, from the radio at his hip. There's almost an edge of excitement or thrill on the end of the words that come over the radio. It's her. Of course

So all he does is lean back on a small boulder, just less than a yard behind him. It's funny how no matter where the line is drawn, it seems to always be in a comfortable place. Maybe it’s that he could make himself comfortable in her presence, anywhere. Maybe that she makes sure he’s comfortable wherever he may be. But he does stop, and he takes up post. And she watches closely as the tension seems to leave him.

His shoulders drop, half a foot, from where he holds them. He slouches a little. He even rolls his neck, to stretch. And as he does, he stops, about halfway up his right shoulder.

She can't see it perfectly from over 70 yards. But he's making eyes at her. The crisp desert air, or maybe a lucky delusion, brought her right to him.

“Hallo, Maus.” His voice is high. It means “I missed you so”

“König.” Her voice hides her eagerness. It means “You made me wait.” But she continues “Don’t move a muscle.” It means

“I missed what you look like.”

He draws his favorite knife, and rolls it around in his hand, idly. He cant think of what to say, but and it's eating at him instantly. Like hes running out of time. Like she’ll shoot him for his lack of etiquette, or for worse- boring her. In an antsy fervor, he wracks his brain for something clever. Impressive? Entertaining? His hands move on their own accord, and start passing the blade back and forth. It snaps from hand to hand, almost moving so fast it can only be seen on departure and reentry from one palm to another.

“Das es not my first place to pick on vacation. Yet we’re both here?”

Her eyes roll back into her skull, and after a second of him wanting to cut out his own tongue, she throws him a rope. “Just enjoying the pool, maybe the view too. It's not half bad.”

Her smirk is audible. ‘I am going to explode’ He thinks. But it comes out as “Have you tried the uhh… mini bar? Or the breakfast?”

“No, I haven't, I've been sleeping in.”

She’s maybe slept half an hour in the past 24, not wanting to chance missing him. “Is it any good..?” She entertains the idea. In her mind, she doesn't imagine it being a bad place for such amenities, or at least how much better it would make things.

It goes on, and they play pretend for a little.

It's hushed, and quiet, and statements usually finish with “It would be nice.” But it makes a good pass time, as they draw up and design the perfect little vacation together. And, eventually the sun sets, and two shadows head to camp, and report nothing. No imaginary hotel, or imaginary margaritas, or even imaginary golden orange sunlight that creeps through imaginary curtains as the twilight spreads across the arid landscape.

#Navigation -> Cat/Mouse/Den #König #König x reader #König x OC #König MWii #König COD #Char: Mouse

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theoriginalspaceexpeditionist · 14 days ago

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Jim Hawkins Relationship Headcanons

Here is some pure, unhinged, fan service for you fellas!!:

Jim responds favorably to simple touch. While at one point, after his father left, physical gestures may have been difficult, since the voyage to Treasure Planet, he’s found it easier to open up and embrace his natural sensitivity. He might enjoy hugs—the kind where your arms are wrapped entirely around the person with face buried in one’s shoulder. Holding hands or brushing knuckles while walking is a regular occurrence. Then there are the little shoulder touches to check in on his significant other. He probably likes his SO running hands through his hair, because let’s be honest, who doesn’t?

Jim is not suave, and he sucks at flirting. While he might look like a confident, devil-may-care rogue on his solar surfer, when it comes to flirting, he likely has no idea where to start.

For this reason, Jim probably puts more emphasis on his friendship with his SO. He might notice little things about the person he cares about—how they take their coffee, what’s their favorite book, do they have a place they regularly hang out, etc. Atop this, he really likes those moments where he has time to just sit and talk with his SO. For this reason, maybe he finds himself suddenly taking the long route back to his destination just to get to run into his person of interest. If asked about it, though, he’d absolutely deny it.

Humor is a crutch. Jim probably enjoys goofing around a lot with his partner. Whether that’s dragging them into reckless situations just to see the look on their face (don’t worry, he’d never let them come to any real harm), or just laughing about an inside joke or situation he once experienced with his SO, a good sense of humor definitely greases the wheels.

It takes a lot for Jim to open up. Trust is imperative to him in relationships. If he doesn’t get the vibe that the person he’s interested in can respect his boundaries / lifestyle choices, it’s a no go. That being said, if he recognizes empathy and understanding in his SO, he’s far more likely to begin revealing more of his colors.

Simply due to his parents being so young when they married, had him, Jim is also likely cautious in relationships. He probably takes things slow, searching for great depth and understanding in a partner despite the fact that on the surface he’s living life in the fast lane. When it comes to a partner of any kind, he likely prefers to go with the flow and take things as they come vs grand gestures like lining up dates with flowers and chocolates. It’s the little things he puts value in.

It’s critical Jim’s SO gets along with the family and friends he’s connected with, namely Sarah Hawkins, but also Morph and even B.E.N. These are Jim’s foundation, and he can’t be with someone who doesn’t jive with that foundation.

Anyway, I could probably come up with more if I tried. I started punching this out because I was playing around with some ideas on how Jim and Kate Blake’s relationship might have developed from the canceled sequel. Halfway through writing this, though, I realized how much I hated it ha! I have a hard time with lists like this because I think relationships develop through situations not checklists.

I’ll still post it because I know there's a slew of you Jim Hawkins simps out there *cheeky grin*.

Life update - yeah my wrists are still busted up bad and I’m typing this on my phone. But as the film goes, “I’m still here!”

Love all you lovely readers and Treasure Planet nerds!

#jim hawkins #treasure planet #relationship headcanons

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desultory-novice · 1 year ago

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I recently found out that “weekend Susie” is a mistranslation and it’s actually called “susie on vacation” in jpn. I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be Susie in the future like Manager Magolor..any ideas on why shes missing her hairclip and the “Secretary” title she always has in jpn? Susie is so hard to figure out..like how she only smiles three times in the entirety of robobot (once when she takes the program controller and twice when singing the noble haltmann but ONLY when saying the words father in jpn) so I’m curious on what your thoughts are on her (and unfortunately has the worst localization ever…i had to look at the robobot translations from @/kaialone on tumblr) sorry for rambling but shes so interesting to me and it’s a bit sad seeing how a lot of the details she has in characterization never get talked about

Anon...Did you somehow know I've been replaying Robobot in Japanese?! And it's basically strengthened my confirmation that some people - though less than before - are a bit too harsh and/or restrictive in their takes on both Susie and her father.

That said, I do I try to give people room to "safely hate" these fictional characters as, for a lot of people, it may be one of their only ways of processing a gross problem that affects the real world/so much of history that they can't do much about.

But I love the silly/tragic Haltmann family. I'm sympathetic and even semi-defensive towards 'em. Which is why I'm happy to answer any good faith Haltmann asks.

Ahem! Also, before I get into it, I wanted to say that technically "Weekend Susie" vs "Susie on Vacation" is not a mistranslation per se.

What it IS is a localization.

休日 can mean "vacation," yes. When you break down the kanji, literally it is made up of the words "rest day." So it can also be just about any day when you're not working/not at school/not busy.

For most of western civilization (not me because I'm a contractor XD ) the weekends are people's "rest days." To read 休日 as "weekend" might not even be that much of a stretch/localization!

Probably explains the lack of "secretary" title. She's literally not on the clock! As for the hairclip, who can say...? Similar reasons? I know in Susie's case, it's sentimental, though hairpins in Japan often have this association with studiousness/"time to get serious" so removing it is an easy indicator "She's allowing herself time to be silly!"

I do like to imagine that this is a post-canon Susie though. That girl deserves something nice after her trauma...

Anyway, reminder that post-FL, the localizers have been working more closely with the Japanese team to create a more accurate translation for us. I know the wounds from PR's rough translation (and SA's fast-and-loose in weird places one) still hurt, oof, but the Kirby series is getting better about its translations!!

Actually... you know... there's not THAT many cutscenes...

Maybe I will make my own "If they'd hired Dess to translate Planet Robobot" translation of the game? I've already threatened several times to do a full translation of "The Noble Haltmann" with all references/metaphors intact...

But yes! Speaking of how Susie uses her emotions, I was so moved by something in her first meeting with Kirby, I actually wrote about it! And I'm going to share it here, because you might find it interesting~

So, I had my eyes peeled for any interesting bits of characterization left behind on the cutting room floor. Immediately, I was amused by how politely Susie talks to Kirby in the beginning. She doesn't really "talk down to him" or insult his intelligence in the slightest. (One could argue that it's a false business politeness, of course. Although she only breaks that in like, the second to last cutscene) Any dismissal of him feels very "company-mandated." (And the company is run by a murderous computer but leaving that aside...)

She gently praises how beautiful the water and the air on this planet is and that's when something... starts to change in her...

Susie gets impossibly sad. And her attitude changes COMPLETELY.

I stopped for a second reading this. "Hold on. What? Why does she lose her cool HERE? Is this some indication that the place she and her dad used to live on was a really poor planet without clean air and drinking water?" And heck, maybe that is the case!

But something else struck me about her line:

"...You don't even know the value of what you have..."

It's not the snooty we-know-better-than-you "misappropriation of resources" that is triggering her. It is having something precious right next to you and you don't even recognize it.

It's about her dad. Right from the beginning.

She can't NOT talk about it. It affects all her actions. Maybe another reason while I feel like it's better to judge Susie on a whole than any one individual action she takes, because (like Magolor, oops oops oops) she is masking her intentions alllll the time.

Also, omg, I know some people are still sensitive about the Mechaknight thing but that is PEAK grim humor in Japanese! It is treated way too cold and business-like in English, imo.

In Japanese, she starts to describe him exactly like she's telling her bestie that she just met the man of her dreams and then the WHAM line: "So, I gave him a full-body modification!"

Yes, it's unhinged. But it's also wonderful. (She's so Eggman-core.)

#Kirby #Susie Haltmann #Dess Rambles #Dess Theories #Saying it again: Susie is very Eggman-core #...Or Robotnik-core. Robotnik-coded???#Localizations get a bad wrap but they are not all bad #A good localization WILL be better than a stiff translation!!#But a bad localization can be WORSE than one...

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