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multifandomfanatic02 · 10 months ago

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"You didn't know, pt.1"

Pairing: Alastor x fem!OC?? (pulled the name out of a hat honestly)

Warning: mentions of r*pe, detailed murder,

Summary: it was never mentioned as to why Alastor turned to murder. Maybe it could have been because he lost someone important to him? Who knows really?

a/n: I tried my best to stick to Alastor's character and respect his sexuality. If you think this needs any improvement or if you have some kind criticism, please let know! And if this liked enough I'll make a part two! (itsbeentwelveyearssinceihavewrittenanythingpleasebenice)

Spring of 1915

Alastor had been a victim of his mother's matchmaking since he was seventeen. Seven dates have been attempted in 5 years total.

No, he was more focused on his occupation as a writer. What Alastor was truly in love with, the smooth jazz that blessed his ears, to the dancing, the books. He was clearly an art enthusiast. And there was one artist's work he admired more than anything. Lillian Fletcher. She was a high position in a very popular magazine and newspaper. Decided what was trendy and what wasn't. While her job is more in the line of sales, Lillian's colleagues agree to let her put her own articles in them. They get hella cash flow.

Crazy as it is, no one has seen what she looked like. When conferences with celebrities happen, it's like she's there in spirit and the articles just show up in the papers one day. I guess you could say it's what Alastor admired about Lillian, she was obviously a humble woman. Someone who cared about her work as much as he did his. Even more so loved the same things he did.

A special night was approaching, Alastor was going to join the press as a journalist for a conference. Even get to do an interview with the famous guest. It was such a grand occasion, he wore his best suit. A black suit rimmed with red buttons and red seams around the collar and of course a red dress shirt underneath. Took the breath away from most of the women that glanced at him during the little shindig.

"Look at my handsome little man, I'm so proud of you, mon cœur." Alastor's mother beams at him with pride, rubbing her fingers against his cheek. He grabs her hand and guides her to the bar.

"Thanks mama, I'm really glad you get to be here with me tonight. Can't imagine anyone else to spend this night with, I mean that." Her eyes start to swell as tears spill out of them. He chuckles wiping them away with the back of his hand. The lights finally begin to dim and the guest comes out on stage. "It's time mama, I need to join the crowd." Alastor unpockets his pen and pad and walks to the chaos of the press unfolding before him.

2 hours gone by and he gets maybe 3 questions out of him. This guest isn't particularly nice. He's obviously rushing the journalist and being very um.. kind of an asshole with his replies. Then again it was to be expected from this one. It's why he's Alastor first real job after all.

"Can you please answer respectfully for once? Stop being an ass to the people who will write your story one day." Everything goes quiet and all heads turn to the back of the crowd. A woman.

"Who are you to speak to me that way, slut." He says giving her a disdainful expression.

"I apologize sir, I just want to know as to why you treat everyone like garbage."

"Miss.. does your husband know you are here." He scoffs, taken aback by the woman's comment.

"I am not married, sir." Her eyes are stoic, there's no signs of kidding on her face.

"That explains a lot. No one wants a woman with a mouth like that.. anyhow, ma'am I think you are done here. Guards! See to it that this.. woman.. leaves the building." He snaps his fingers calling the guards over.

Everyone in the crowd obviously disgusted by attitude. Who gave her the right to talk to HIM that way. Only one pair of eyes saw her differently than anyone else. Alastor. She was glorious. He has never seen someone so beautiful in AND out like this before. The woman wore a royal blue drop-waist dress made of silk and velvet with beads and tiers. Thick mid length hair pinned up in a bob, in attempt to keep it all in place. Pearls adorned her neck beautifully.

He walked out the building following loosely behind, his hand rubbing the back of his neck briefly.

"Are you alright, miss?" He speaks softly to her, trying to not speak the woman.

"Ah yes, thank you, I apologize for my behavior back there. You didn't have to come after me." She hugs her arms and paces back and forth, irritation clearly visible on her face.

"I believe it was very much needed. He certainly needed to be put in his place. Who better than you." Alastor's lips grew into a soft grin. She stopped pacing finally taking a really good look at him. Handsome, is all she thought. "May I ask for your name?" He bent down grabbing her hand kissing the back of it.

A blush flooded her face from her cheeks to the tips of the ears. "L-Lillian Fletcher... and you are?" He looked up in shock to her response, clearing his throat.

"My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure indeed!" His smile turned into a starstruck expression. "So you are the Lillian Fletcher that works for the magazine?!" She nodded nervously as Alastor struggled to keep his cool. "I love your articles and sales pitches! It's what inspired me to shoot my shot with an actual job in journalism. I've been writing for as long as I can remember."

"I'm so glad to hear that, my job is my everything. I'm very passionate about it." Her hand hovers over her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Say, Ms. Fletcher, would you like to have dinner with me?" He holds out his arm for her to take as she gladly accepts, wrapping her hand around it with a smile.

"Call me Lili."

Summer of 1917

"How do I look, mama?" Lillian looked at her future mother in law, holding back her tears. Her knuckle grazed under her eyes to keep from ruining the makeup. The dress she wore was an ivory colored low v-neck dress full of lace and the sleeves were nothing but loose tassels. The most gorgeous wedding dress you'd have ever seen. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned up, feathered boa wrapped around her back and arms, elbow length silk gloves, a string of pearls around the neck, and finally a flower crown. Never has someone looked so elegant.

Alastors hands ran through his hair pacing around in the dressing room. No way was this perfect day about to happen for him. He never thought that one day he'd be married. Alastor has always kept to himself, never found anyone attractive enough. He believed the romance life wasn't for him. While it's partly true, he surely was in love deeply. However both agreed that they never wanted children. Never thought they needed to have intimacy to have love. It would be the perfect life with their work, passions and each other of course.

"Ooo honey, you are looking handsome. Can't wait for you to see Lillian. She's glowing." She says letting herself into his room. She walks towards and pulls him down by the collar to fix his bow tie. "My baby boy, finally getting married."

"Thank you mama, for everything. I'll be sure to pass on your jambalaya recipe to her." He snickers, getting a whack in the arm from her.

"Don't start with me now, boy, you're never to old for a whoopin. You hear me?"

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The wedding has started in the chapel and everyone takes their seats. Alastor already tearing up from the band playing music. His fingers fidgeting with eachother in front of him. His bride in all her glory walking down the aisle as if she was a star in the sky.

They took each other's hands holding their breaths as the priest gets through his speech. The wedding was very simple and short event. Due to both groom and bride's status, it was best to keep it a secret and only allow close family. Meaning Alastor's mom and their pet black cat.. Lucifer.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." That moment lasted for what felt like forever.

Winter of 1928.

Eleven years have passed, both are 34 years of age and their relationship has nothing but flourished since they were married.

Lillian has retired from her life of writing for the public to devote herself to her husband. It's been peaceful and life has never felt better. Alastor on the other hand was promoted to radio host as soon as they were being sold to consumers. It's one thing to write it all out on paper but another to broadcast his interviews and music live to listeners with similar interests. It was... a thrill to him. He and his wife have became quite the team on radio. She often helps him figure out pitches to his audience to boost it.

"Al dear, don't you think it's time for bed?" Lillian's hands wrapped around his neck and ran down his chest, leaning down enough to place a kiss on his head. "You've been working on next week's interview all day. Time to rest, darling."

He sighs and squeezes her hand before nodding. "Alright mon amour." He stands up dragging his feet to their shared bed, tucking each other in. Lillian stroked his hair in hopes to bring him some comfort. He pulls her into his chest. "I will never love anyone other than you. You are mine for eternity."

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"Why haven't you told me about this before?!"

"I just didn't want you to worry about it.. you've got a big show coming up soon."

"Hate to break it to you, darling, but someone stalking you is a lot more important to me than a damn show!" Lillian silenced herself, looking away from Alastor's gaze. "I'm staying home."

"No! You can't! That show is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"YOU are my one opportunity! If something happened to you.. I would go Insane." He gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Fine.. Let's make a deal, Al dear. You stay at home all week, but on the day of your show, we take extra precautions to the house and you go. After that you can stay home as much as you want." Lillian says in a serious tone and holds out her hand.

"Deal."

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The day had finally come and both were feeling nervous. In truth, neither of them wanted Alastor to leave. But with the extra precautions in the house, there was no point in staying home. She was right, this chance will never come again.

The stalker in question had done this sort of thing to several women in the past, many of which had simply gone missing. The ones that were found had been abused and stabbed in the spine causing paralysis, and yes, dead. What a horrific way to die, they both thought. So far there have been 6 victims.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lillian asks helping his coat on. Alastor's expression looking out of place. He was scared and couldn't look her in the eyes, fearing it could be the last time he sees them.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He grabs her hand and holds it to his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"You know I'm not allowed there anymore. Or have you forgotten?" She chuckles in attempt to comfort her husband. Obviously not working. Alastor was heartbroken, the only thing he could think of now was to hurry up and get his show done and over with so he can come home. Almost like it wasn't important anymore.

"I've got you a gift." He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Lillian took the box and opened it, revealing a locket. 'Mon amour'. She opened it up to see a picture of them on their wedding day. Happy as can be. "No matter what happens know that you are the most important thing in my life." She smiled up at him and gave him a big hug before thanking him. It's beautiful.

"Time to go, my darling." She gives him one last passionate kiss before pushing his butt out the door and locking it. It was cruel to do that however, if it dwelled on it any longer he'd surely break his promise. In reality, she was panicking about being left alone. For good reason...

Alastor's body finally relaxed after 4 hours of his show, it was the most enjoyable one so far. Interviewing the mayor, he was a lot nicer than expected and obviously cared for his people. It wasn't until one of the new journalists came barging in that everything changed.

"Uh oh we've got some breaking news! A new victim of the killer. Our seventh victim is the magazine writer and trend-setter, Lillian Lili?!..." He held his breath as a lump formed in his throat. Immediately getting up, turning on his heels, and hurrying out of the building. His hands were shaking in hopes that she was at the very least still alive. Maybe this was a different situation.

Police and the press had already arrived hours before. Pushing through the crowd, a policeman placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.

"Are you Mrs. Lillian's husband?" The policeman asked. Alastor's glared down at the man keeping him away from his wife. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that she was killed. I cannot let you go on further for your own good."

"H-How did this happen.. the house was covered in as many locks as we could find! Wood bolted to the windows and-"

"It was not a break in, sir. He had been living in your cellar for what may have been... a week?." Alastor's color drained from his face. In the cellar? He had locked his wife in there with that criminal?

He pushed past the policeman and ducked under the police tape. No one stopped him in time before he saw the scene unfold in front of him. Just like the other women. She had been assaulted and puddles of blood ran from her back. Alastor drops to his knees and grips his hair, crying hysterically. Something snapped within him. His cries suddenly turned into insane laughter. It appalled everyone. He goes over and picks her up and cradles her lifeless body in his own. The blood staining his clothes.

"You can't do that! This is a crime scene! You can't mess with evidence. It belongs to the police department!" The police officer yelled at him. Alastor said nothing continuing to hold her. He knew what to do..

Winter of 1933

̷̍̇̄̐̂̏͊̒̈́ "Breaking News! We have an update on Paul Benjamin. You know the one serial killer who has had an open case for 20 years. Well.. HE'S DEAD HAHAHAHA!" Alastor beat on his desk laughing before clearing his throat. "I apologize for my outburst, it just about time it happened don't y'all agree?" He said calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I wonder who's next on this antihero's list."

It had been 5 years since Lillian's death. While he is working through the pain, his methods to cope is questionable. Four years ago Alastor had decided he wanted to deal with his wife's murderer himself. A year of following his movements and actions eventually paid off. A new addiction emerged to the surface. How easy it was to pierce human skin, to the screams of misery and pain. It was such an amazing feeling. Why stop there? There are people who deserve the same. Nine monsters.. nine people killed by Alastor's hand. Each deeply researched and carefully chosen.

The walk back home from the studio was peaceful. Nothing could make this night better. Many horrors have been removed from the streets of New Orleans thanks to him. Thankfully he was never suspected in any of them. Alastor was very particularly careful how he handled them. Every single seeming to be an accident or su**ide. To the public, it was almost like a miracle. But to the criminals themselves, they knew. Who was next on this mastermind's list? Paranoia set in to them all.

"Ahh what a day my dear, wish you could be here to see what I've accomplished." His laugh was maniacal. He removed his jacket and put it on the hanger on the door. "You are safe now, my darling. We're getting closer to having a free city of monsters."

"I knew it was you.." a voice whispered to Alastor from behind him, holding a knife to his neck. "The only monster left in this town is you, Al." Alastor stayed quiet and slowly reached for the knife in his vest pocket. "I d-don't want to kill you. I understand why you did it but your wife would not like this. Just submit yourself to the police and I will let you go."

He belted the insane laughter, making the man steadily walk backwards in fear. "Understand? You could never understand." Alastor swiped his finger across the cut on his neck left by the knife, and licking it. "I just enjoy doing it." He swiftly shoved the knife into the man's chest.

"Hmmm.. where to put this one. Ah I got it." Unlike all the others, this one was a surprise bonus to the collection. The only possible place to deal with this one was the forest a few acres behind his home. No one went in due to the stories of crytids and it being haunted. It was perfect.

He grabs the shovel sitting against the treeafter placing the corpse in the hole, filling it up with dirt. Upon hearing voices creeping upon him, he looked over his shoulder briefly just for everything to go dark.

"Uh.. I don't think that was a deer, Bill."

"What?"

Present day in Hell

"Congratulations, your highness. Never doubted you for a second. The hotel is starting to gain attraction. " Alastor bowed to Charlie with his hand on his chest.

"You know damn well you're only here for the entertainment. You even said it was a ridiculous idea." Vaggie tapped her feet and crossing her arms.

"Ah yes well... I apologize. Regardless I'm glad everything worked out this way." He gripped his cane, his static-y voice glitching out a bit.

"Speaking of attraction, don't you think it'd be a good idea to put out more commercials and articles about the hotel. Maybe the sinners will take it seriously this time." Charlie paced back and forth before looking to Alastor.

"Good idea! And I know just the person." The one he referred was a commonly feared overlord. One that could potentially out matched Alastor himself. Maere. The dream demon. His shtick was that he can sneak into nightmares and manipulate humans and sinners to sign away their souls for something as simple as a piece of clothing. A soul for an easily attainable item. Despicable.

All the souls he owns have been known to be abused within his possession. On top of it, he rents them out to customers for whatever they need. Because of his collection of talented souls, he has earned his spot in several companies from technology and fashion to restaurants and sinful services.

Now Alastor does not like dealing with demons like him. He was a murderer but only to those who deserve it or push his buttons. Being acquaintances with Maere was useful at times. In the past he has secretly helped free some of them from the contracts with him. This was not one of those times.

The square of pentagram city, where you will find all the fashion stores and new technology. Anything you may need really, including Maere's headquarters.

"Alastor! Our beloved radio demon. I figured your ass would show up around here at what point, old friend." He rubbed his cigarette between his fingers putting it in the ash tray before standing up to greet him.

"Ah ha ha.. don't call me that. I'm just here to do business." He swiped his dhoulder pad before putting both hands atop his cane. "I'm sure you've heard about princess Charlotte's hotel kicking up attention. I'm here to see if you have any souls that would be perfect in advertising the hotel. Someone who is persuasive and talented with writing."

"Hmmm I may have someone like that. Only if you promise to STOP RELEASING THEM FROM MY CONTRACTS!" He held out his hand in hopes of agreeing on a deal.

"I guess I could.. fine, you've got a deal." He grapped Maere's hand, shaking it. Maere grips his hand and leans closer to Alastor.

"I mean it. You're dead if you do." Alastor's expression stayed composed.

. . . . .

"Let me introduce you to my star saleswoman. She does a lot of the Vees advertisements in tv, newspaper, and magazine. Quite the talented one if I do say so myself. She's good for other things as well if you kbow what I mean." He was quite a cruel 'master'. Every single soul he owned was only allowed to do anything unless they are rented or if he decides to use them. And the way he made sure were restraints on both the face and arms. A metal mask was bolted to behind there heads covering their whole face with matching metal restraints that kept their forearms tight against their backs.

This woman was no different. On the other hand, her clothing was rather elegant. A beautiful evening gown that looked like it'd have been popular in the 1920s. It was a loose-fitting floor length dress that flared at the knees; low v-neck, flowy mesh sleeves. The base of it was red silk while the outside was full of fringe and black lace details. Her hair was black with curls that reached her shoulders, with long ears sticking out the top of her head. Little fluffy tail sticking out the back of her dress, and to top it off were her very long paws. I guess her feet were to big to find shoes for her. A rabbit demon?

"Does this one at the very least have a name?" Alastor questioned Maere. He thought about it before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes! She is soul 19,281!" He pushed her into Alastor's chest, making her stumble and drop something off around her neck. Maere released her from the restraints letting her scramble for the necklace on the ground. He disappeared letting Alastor do his thing.

"I despise having to do dealings with that demon. Are you alright little lady." Alastor leaned down to grab the necklace for her. A locket? He opened it seeing the inside, having it suddenly be ripped from his hand. It was him and his wife. The two finally gazed up at each other in awe.

"...Lili?"

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c-m-stuff · 1 year ago

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Meltdown

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are together. When Spencer experienced a meltdown, you are there for him.

-Warnings: Angst, fluffiness, meltdown, Autism Spectrum Disorder (Spencer)

-Word count: 992

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad!) This is a somewhat more heavier subject, and I hope, everyone has respect for each other. Everyone experience this different, and hopefully, you are all okay. I'm always here to talk! <3

Masterlist

Spencer's POV:

I would've been fine.

I would've been fine, with the sudden change of plans, that sent the team here in the first place. I would've been fine, forcing myself making eye contact with the officers during the briefing. I would've been fine, with the stranger occupying the space where Emily should be.

Really, I would've been fine.

But then, someone bumped into me in the local police station.

Normally, I have no problems with physical contact. But, I needed to know it was coming, and I needed to trust the person.

This stranger bumping into me, while I was already on edge, only made things worse. Far worse.

'I'm sorry.' the stranger apologized, because that's what you do when you accidentally bump into each other. You both say sorry, and move on with your lives.

I wanted to say sorry back, I really do, but I just couldn't. I froze for a moment, as I tried to speak, failing miserably. The man gave me a look, and walked away.

Suddenly, I was very aware of the coffee smell, that was hanging in the station. The fluorescence lights, were suddenly brighter, and the complete stranger, who just bumped into me, hadn't showered today. I could hear people chat, but couldn't make any word out of it.

I felt the tears sting, and knew, that I was on the very edge of having a meltdown. Not here. Not now. I wished, that I was home, alone, and could fall apart there. I needed privacy. I started to pace quickly to the single-user restroom, hoping no one would notice. When I made it into the restroom, I was quick with locking the door and turning the light off.

I broke down.

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Y/N POV:

I saw what happened. I saw, Spencer bumping into a stranger. I saw, his world changing, because of too many stimuli. I saw, him on the very edge of tears, of having a meltdown. And, I saw, him running towards the restroom.

Spencer, having a meltdown, never happened before. It happens rarely, and I never seen it happen. But, I knew what the symptoms are. When he told me, he was Autistic, I asked questions or search for information on the internet. I wanted to know as many things as possible, in order to help him. To understand him.

Now, I was fully able to keep my promises.

I rushed after him, and knocked gently on the door.

'Spence, it's me. I know what is happening, and I want to help you. Please let me in, I'm alone.'

That last word was the most important. I was alone. He didn't needed attention on him, especially not now.

After a few seconds, the door unlocked. I went in, and immediately locked it after me. There he was. His body, shaking, tears streaming down his face, as he bites his lip, in an attempt to sob as quiet as possible.

The most important thing to do was, stay calm. The least thing he needed, was more worrying. Since, this is the first time I experience this, and it's different with everyone, I wasn't sure if he needed a comforting hug, or that the physical contact only made things worse. So, I decided to just open up my arms, letting him decide.

'You don't need to hug me. Do what's best for you.'

He doubted it. But, made quick the decision, to crash into my arms. I hugged him. I wanted to hug him tightly, but I knew that he needed all the control. He needed to know, that he could pull back, at any given moment. He needed completely control.

I rubbed softly his back, as the tears were still streaming, uncontrollably.

'I am so proud of you, love. You're doing so good. Everything is going to be okey. Just let it all out.' I spoke, softly, hoping it would help.

Eventually, his tears lessened, then stopped, as we were now in comfortable silence. He pulled slightly away, and turned the light back on. Without saying anything, he went to the mirror. The tear traces were mostly gone, but his eyes were still a little puffy and red. He splashed some water in his face, making his eyes a bit better.

'Repitive thinking is a death mill for the brain. For complete brain usage, diverse stimulation is the key.' he spoke out a random fact, most likely wanted to make sure he could talk again.

Then, Spencer turned around, looking at me.

'Thank you so much, (Y/N). You don't know how much you helped me.' I could see the appreciation on his face, making me smile.

'I'm really glad, I could help.' he walked towards me, and wrapped me into a sweet hug.

'Normally, I would have been fine, but then there was this stranger, bumping into me, and-'

'It's okay, love. I understand, everything is okey now.' I hated to cut him off, but it seemed like the best option. He began to get nervous again, and the last thing I wanted, was to make him relive the moment.

'Are you okay?' I asked him, as we pulled apart again.

'Yes, much better now.'

'Good, and remember, I'm always here for you.'

'Thank you. Really, thank you for helping me.'

'No problem, genius. Are you ready to get back?'

'Yeah.'

'You sure?' I asked again, wanting to make sure he's ready. He nodded his head, as I was about to unlock the door.

'Love?'

'Yes?' I turned around, facing him.

'Im here for you too. Always.'

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imaswellkid · 4 months ago

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I really tried to not bother you with this but ( I could't control myself anymore) as a french girl how did you feel about Gojira on the Olympics? And on a scale of 5 how irritating is it to be in Paris during the games? Because I'm imagining parisians huffing and puffing over their croissants daily because of it.

Hey Nonnie 🧡

You are NOT bothering me at all!! Not in the slightest! I woke up to your ask and it made me smile and chuckle, thank you 🧡

Of course I can only talk for myself, but everyone I talked to about it felt insanely proud about Gojira's performance!!! Even amongst those of my friends or coworkers who are not into metal, and didn't know the band before its opening ceremony performance, everyone was THRILLED and thought it was pretty neat! Which says a lot about how the people around me feel about the French Revolution, heehee: OFF WITH THEIR HEADS 😌

Unfortunately, we still have royalists (and even Napoleon partisans, if you can believe this shit). Those were NOT pleased, social media demonstrated. Given the current political divide of our country, the fact that these people got pissed gave Gojira's number some extra nice flavour.

Deep down, it makes me a little sad that it triggered such violent reactions from the conservative crowds. I was 10 in 1989, when the country celebrated the Revolution's bicentennial. I wasn't living in Paris back then (Paris and the rest of France are two different things. I say that without any judgement, anyone will tell you so. Also, I feel 99% Parisian but I grew up in the South of France, where my family still lives), and what I remember is a year of happy, uniting celebrations. But we didn't have social media back then.

I'm sorry I'm so chatty, I'll try wrapping it up. Being in Paris right now is exactly the opposite of what I expected: not irritating AT ALL! The city is virtually empty. Everyone is either gone or attending the games. Don't get me wrong, it has been. A lot. The city was under construction work for the best part of the past 3/4 years, so Parisians did spend this whole time huffing and puffing over their croissants daily because of it, as you so very accurately put it, only to rally the minute the opening ceremony started (which is such a French reaction: complain first, rally later). We are very proud of the way Paris was pictured. I cannot stress that enough. Plus France won so many more medals than usual, and at the end of the day, we are a very chauvinistic people ("chauvin" in French means "proud of one's country", without the negative connotation that the word "chauvinistic" can have in English).

I'll end this essay (I'm so sorry, I don't know concision) with this poster I saw the other day. It's a pun on "Flamme Olympique" (Olympic Flame) and "Flemme Olympique (Olympic laziness ehehehe)

#IM SORRY THIS ANSWER IS SO LONG NONNIE #thank you for your ask 🥰🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡#please never hesisate to send in an ask #about anything!!#I mean yes. you can hesitate because I talk too much. I can understand that.#but you’ll never bother me 🧡🧡🧡#I hope you’re having a nice day!

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year ago

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The Illustrious Client pt 3

Had a busy weekend, so I'm one behind again, but where were we?

A hypnotised woman, a man so evil he wants everyone to know about it and he keeps a special scrapbook of his favourite evil moments for him to read in bed at night when he can't sleep. My favourite character is probably not going to be in it again, seeing as she failed to convince the guy's latest victim that he's a murdering arsehole, but I really hope she gets to stamp his face in with her boot. Y'know. As a treat.

Oh, and then someone tried to kill Holmes. There was a cliffhanger. I almost forgot about that.

The Illustrious Client on whose behalf Sherlock Holmes was consulted was anxious to prevent the marriage of the young, rich and beautiful Miss Violet de Merville to Baron Gruner, an unscrupulous adventurer.

Given some of the descriptions Watson has given of perfectly nice clients, I feel like 'unscrupulous adventurer' is such a milquetoast way of putting this. And also rather offensive to adventurers.

“I'm a bit of a single-stick expert, as you know. I took most of them on my guard. It was the second man that was too much for me.”

See, this is why I don't get why everyone insists on Watson being the action man of the pair. Holmes is out there whacking people with sticks. Watson occasionally shoots a dog.

No, I'm never going to be over that.

"They'll come to you for news. Put it on thick, Watson. Lucky if I live the week out—concussion—delirium—what you like! You can't overdo it.”

This is a definite step up from The Dying Detective where Holmes was convinced that if Watson knew he wasn't dying, he'd never be able to convince anyone of it. Has Watson's acting got better or has Holmes just realised that pretending to be dying is a dick move? Something tells me it isn't the first option. I don't think it's the second, either, if I'm honest. I feel like Holmes needs Watson to do something. But still, not lying to your best friend about dying. So proud of you.

“Yes. Tell Shinwell Johnson to get that girl out of the way. Those beauties will be after her now."

If anything bad happens to Kitty, I riot.

He pushed to an extreme the axiom that the only safe plotter was he who plotted alone.

Even so, he's still doing way better than he used to. We're all very proud of him.

It was simply that among the passengers on the Cunard boat Ruritania, starting from Liverpool on Friday, was the Baron Adelbert Gruner, who had some important financial business to settle in the States before his impending wedding to Miss Violet de Merville...

Apparently it was almost a week to get to the States on a liner in those days, which is less time than I thought, but also quite a while to spend travelling (2 weeks, there and back) right before your wedding. The wedding is not that imminent, I guess.

"Now, Watson, I want you to do something for me.” “I am here to be used, Holmes.”

“Well, then, spend the next twenty-four hours in an intensive study of Chinese pottery.” He gave no explanations and I asked for none. By long experience I had learned the wisdom of obedience.

On the one hand, this also shows growth, on the other, blindly following Holmes' instructions seems like a terrible idea in so. many. ways. But y'know, whatever floats their boats. Ours not to kink shame.

I was sucking in knowledge and committing names to memory. There I learned of the hall-marks of the great artist-decorators, of the mystery of cyclical dates, the marks of the Hung-wu and the beauties of the Yung-lo, the writings of Tang-ying, and the glories of the primitive period of the Sung and the Yuan.

“It needs careful handling, Watson. This is the real egg-shell pottery of the Ming dynasty. No finer piece ever passed through Christie's. A complete set of this would be worth a king's ransom..."

Will the priceless historic china survive? That's the real question.

"You may as well be a medical man, since that is a part which you can play without duplicity. You are a collector, this set has come your way, you have heard of the Baron's interest in the subject, and you are not averse to selling at a price.”

OK. okayokayokayokayokay. No.

If this guy knows who Holmes is. Then he should, therefore, know who Watson is, too. We have even had, in this very story, evidence that supports that because the colonel (whose name I can't remember right now) was like 'yes, of course Dr Watson should be involved toodle pip." (I added the toodle pip part, but the rest was accurate enough.)

So surely the guy who arranged for Holmes to be murdered - who is apparently tracking down Kitty to murder her, too - surely he should know who Watson is. Therefore either this is a double bluff and Holmes is knowingly sending Watson into a danger that has already tried to claim his own life or he doesn't think that his opponent is smart enough to connect his enemy to their best friend who writes about them frequently and who has been visiting him daily since the attack.

If he turns out to be right and the baron doesn't recognise Watson immediately, I will be further annoyed at his incompetence.

On the same evening, with the precious saucer in my hand and the card of Dr. Hill Barton in my pocket, I set off on my own adventure.

Oh really? Like... an adventurer, would you say?

The place had been built by a South African gold king in the days of the great boom, and the long, low house with the turrets at the corners, though an architectural nightmare, was imposing in its size and solidity.

Glad to see Watson turning his scathing judgements to architecture as well as people. It was... it was a very solid building. It had that going for it.

He was certainly a remarkably handsome man. His European reputation for beauty was fully deserved. In figure he was not more than of middle size, but was built upon graceful and active lines. His face was swarthy, almost Oriental, with large, dark, languorous eyes which might easily hold an irresistible fascination for women. His hair and moustache were raven black, the latter short, pointed, and carefully waxed. His features were regular and pleasing, save only his straight, thin-lipped mouth. If ever I saw a murderer's mouth it was there—a cruel, hard gash in the face, compressed, inexorable, and terrible. He was ill-advised to train his moustache away from it, for it was Nature's danger-signal, set as a warning to his victims.

Oh my god. Watson. Watson. Quite being so horny on main. I am begging you. Stop ogling the man. And he can't help the way his moustache is away from his mouth - it's all the twirling.

"I would ask you what do you know of the Emperor Shomu and how do you associate him with the Shoso-in near Nara? Dear me, does that puzzle you? Tell me a little about the Northern Wei dynasty and its place in the history of ceramics.” I sprang from my chair in simulated anger.

Watson. Watson. My dude. My man. My good sir. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK was the point of you learning everything there is to know about Chinese pottery if you're not even going to bother to answer his motherfucking questions? What even is this? What was the point? WHY?

I mean, I'm pretty sure he knew who you were from the moment you sent the letter but even so. Even so! I can't get annoyed about him not committing to the bit when you're out here not even trying to commit to any of it.

Two steps took me to the open door, and my mind will ever carry a clear picture of the scene within. The window leading out to the garden was wide open. Beside it, looking like some terrible ghost, his head girt with bloody bandages, his face drawn and white, stood Sherlock Holmes.

Well, I was right. It was a double bluff. Watson was the distraction, cool cool. He was rubbish at it, but at least Holmes knew he was going to fail.

An arm—a woman's arm—shot out from among the leaves. At the same instant the Baron uttered a horrible cry—a yell which will always ring in my memory. He clapped his two hands to his face and rushed round the room, beating his head horribly against the walls. Then he fell upon the carpet, rolling and writhing, while scream after scream resounded through the house.

The features which I had admired a few minutes before were now like some beautiful painting over which the artist has passed a wet and foul sponge.

So that's why you went on about how hot he was. For the contrast. Gotcha.

Obviously this is terrible and throwing acid in people's faces is awful and horrible etc.

On the other hand, I support Kitty Winter and she's never done anything wrong ever in her life.

"It was that hell-cat, Kitty Winter!”

“It is his love diary?”

You say that like it's a normal thing.

???

"I knew I had only a few minutes in which to act, for my time was limited by your knowledge of Chinese pottery."

Holmes' perennial lack of faith in Watson's abilities is as sad as it is earned.

But he didn't even use his knowledge of Chinese pottery. He didn't even try.

“But if these injuries are as terrible as Dr. Watson describes, then surely our purpose of thwarting the marriage is sufficiently gained without the use of this horrible book.”

Wow, you think very little of Violet. I also think very little of her, but honestly, I'm pretty sure this isn't a deal breaker for her. Just say you think she's shallow and fickle, why don't you?

The same paper had the first police-court hearing of the proceedings against Miss Kitty Winter on the grave charge of vitriol-throwing. Such extenuating circumstances came out in the trial that the sentence, as will be remembered, was the lowest that was possible for such an offence.

Good for her.

...when an object is good and a client is sufficiently illustrious, even the rigid British law becomes human and elastic.

YAY! CORRUPTION!!

🥳🥳🥳

What a weird note to end it on. But the day was saved, I guess. Weirdly as it was. Violet de Merville presumably went on to continue to be a supercilious nightmare of a woman and Baron Adelbert Gruner was punished with *checks notes* disfigurement and blindness... so I guess that's a happy ending?

idek.

I'm glad Kitty got to fuck him up, though. That was very satisfying.

#Letters from Watson #The Illustrious Client #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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noooooooop-e · 10 months ago

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~My Songbird~

~Chapter 3~

Lucy Gray woke up in a cold sweat, her chest heaving as she grasped at her heart. She sighed after a couple minutes of hyperventilating. She looked around at all the tributes around her, a frown worn on her face.

She moved her knees to her chest and hugged them, sadly looking down at the ground. Today was the day they had to show themselves off to earn donations. She knew it would be difficult to perform, she was too worried about Ana's wellbeing after the explosion, and nervous for the horrendous games she will have to partake in tomorrow.

Tears formed in her eyes, as she tried to shake away her anxiety. 'You better be okay', she thought to herself, hoping Ana was doing alright.

Back at The Academy, Ana was recovering from her injuries. She was resting in the infirmary, staring down at her hands. Lucy had finished her song and she raked in thousands of donations, and she was proud of her, however she still felt uncomfortable. She didn't want tomorrow to come, she didn't want to watch the tributes kill one another, she didn't want anything to happen to Lucy.

She let out a sad sigh, her eyebrows knitting together as Lucky Flickerman cracked another one of his lame jokes. She was angry, and she didn't understand how everyone could be so unbothered. District or not, they were still people.

She closed her eyes, hoping that her worries will disappear along with the night.

The clock struck midnight, and Ana had made her way to the capitol zoo. She was surprised when Lucy Gray herself shot up and sprinted over to her, her eyes filled with tears. "You're okay!", she cried. "I was so worried."

Ana gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm okay", she whispered, resting her forehead against Lucy's. She used her handkerchief to wipe away the girl's tears, which Lucy let her.

"I.. went to the ruins of the arena tonight. There is a huge hole in the ground. I want you to go and hide there the moment the games begin okay? it's your best bet at avoiding the chaos that is bound to break out. And i also brought you this", she handed Lucy a makeup kit containing rat poison. "please, use this if necessary. I want you to win, I don't care about the reward. I want you to be okay." Ana rushed out.

"I'll try, I promise", Lucy whispered against her forehead. Her eyes lingered down to Ana's lips, before meeting her gaze again.

Hesitantly, both girls leaned in, soft lips meeting chapped. They stayed like this for half a minute before releasing with a small gasp.

Ana cupped Lucy's cheeks, affectionately caressing her face. "I'll wait for you, no matter what, no matter how long it takes. I promise.". Their lips connected one last time, before Ana took her leave.

The very next day, Ana found herself back in uniform. She sat in her chair, uneasily staring at the screen. She wasn't prepared for what she was about to witness. She knew she wouldn't be. It didn't matter the outcome, really. She'd be traumatized either way, and so would the victor.

She whispered to herself, 'Run. Get to the pit', as the count down began.

The game was filled with suspense and emotion. The audience connected with the tributes in different levels, as each of their true colors had been revealed throughout the games.

Coral, a ruthless leader who will stop at nothing to win. Mizzen, a follower, who wants to do all he can to win, and finds solace in his relationship with Coral. Like a big sister. Lamina, a severely underestimated girl who had a heart of gold. She earned thousands of donations when she performed a mercy kill, to end Marcus's suffering. Marcus, who was the only one to escape after the bombings. Marcus, who was then caught and beaten and left for dead. And Reaper, the one who gathered everyone's bodies and covered them with The Academy flag. The one who gave them a civil burial.

Many lives had been taken in the span of just over twentyfour hours. Ana found it particularly hard to watch the deaths of Lamina and Dill. Lamina, who was killed with a nuclear level of brutality after she had done so much to protect herself. Dill who accidentally drank the poisoned water that Lucy had intended for Coral to drink.

Lucy's heart broke when the girl took a sip of the water, unable to do anything about it. All she could do was watch with a stifled sob as Reaper screamed at the sight of the poor girl's lifeless body.

Each and every tribute had their own personal story, a story that drew everyone in.

Then there was Lucy. The one who could put on a performance at any given moment. The one who gained the hearts of the majority of the capitol. Ana wasn't the only one rooting for her to win.

To everyone's surprise except for Ana's, an air craft began to hover over the arena. She knew the contains of the capsule that was being lowered into the building. She was thankful she was able to sneak the handkerchief in before it was too late

Her eyes widened at the sight of the little girl from district 8. Wovey. "Is it over?" She cried. "Can we go home now?"

Lucy Gray immediately got an uneasy feeling as the girl approached the container. "Wovey! No!", she screamed in vain. The container shattered, revealing all the aggressive snakes that had been locked inside the whole time. They made their way throughout the arena, claiming the lives of all the remaining tributes.

Reaper closed his eyes, letting them take him. He wanted to die along side Dill, and the innocent children around him.

Coral, with her eyes widened in horror, discarded her trident. She pleaded with Lucy to help her, to save her.

"I can't of killed them all for nothing", she cried.

Lucy looked at her helplessly. She knew that even if she took her hand, she'd still die. She watched with tears in her eyes as Coral took her last breath.

Her breath hitched as all the snakes wrapped around her body, head tilting as she realized they weren't attacking.

She looked down at Coral with a broken heart before she began to sing, her voice shaking.

You've headed for heaven

The sweet old hereafter

And I've got one foot in the door

But before I can fly up

I've loose ends to tie up

Right here, in the old therebefore

I'll be along

Ana glared at the game maker. "Dr. Gaul! She won!" She yelled. "Let her out!"

Lucy continued to sing, glaring at the camera with red, teary eyes.

When i've finished my song

When i've shut down the band

Ana started to scream at her. "It's over now! Let her out!" She continued to plead.

Festus tilted his head in confusion. "What the hell? Why aren't they attacking her?"

Ana, playing dumb, replied, "It must be her singing! It's calming them. She won! Stop keeping her inside!"

When I played out my hand

Paid all my debts

Have no regrets

Right here in the old

Therebefore

"Come on! Let her out!" A stranger yelled, starting a riot. Everyone stood out of their seats, demanding for Lucy Gray to be released.

Lucy Gray's voice strengthened, as she stood up with her unsteady legs.

I'll catch you up

When I've emptied my cup

When I've worn-out my friends

When I've burned out both ends

When I've cried all my tears

When I've conquered my fears

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

And I'll bring the news

When I've danced off my shoes

When my body's closed down

When my boat's run aground

When I've tallied the score

And I'm flat on the floor

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore

When I'm pure like a dove

When I've learned how to love

Right here, in the old there-before

When nothing is left anymore.

Ana glared at Dr. Gaul with the hate of a thousand suns. The woman swallowed her pride before turning to the peacekeepers. "Let her out".

The room broke into cheers as Ana was surrounded by her peers. She cried in relief, and was greeted by Tigris. "You did it!", she yelled. They embraced, tightly, as Ana let out happy sobs into her neck.

Ana was then escorted to a private sector of the building, being greeted by Casca Highbottom himself.

"Well well well, I didn't think you had it in you", he teased. Ana knew instantly that she was caught.

"You know, I recognized the little makeup kit your mother used to add some color to her face. And the handkerchief betrayed you with your very initials."

Ana swallowed uncomfortably. "What's going to happen to Lucy". Casca looked at her, his expression softening slightly.

"She's been sent home. You however won't get that luxury today. You'll be sent to a random district, and begin training as a peacekeeper. Only then will you be welcomed back to the capitol."

Ana pondered for a moment. She realized that this was her chance to reunite with Lucy. She tried to pretend that this punishment affected her negatively, though she wasn't very good at hiding it as a slight smile broke through her faux frown.

'I'll find you, my songbird', she thought to herself.

A/N:Yeah so I actually had written out the whole duration of the games and explained every scene in detail, talking about every death and Lucy's experience.... Then I accidentally deleted it all🥰 Anyways I cried for like half an hour after that then half-assed it when i redid it. So if it looks rushed out that is why. I hope it was okay though

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mel-loly · 2 years ago

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Please, read everything if you can, I made this as a “thank you” post and I really wanted you to read it to know how important you are to me, so- please, read it if you can! <3

-Hey my sweet everyone! Hru? How's your day going?? :]

I wanted to pass by to thank you for all the prayers, for all the love and support that each of you have given me, y'all are awesome! And I know I've said this a million times, but thank you so much for everything, really, like.. I had a lot of fun at my party, I felt happy, I cried with emotion, I danced even though I didn't know how to dance, I smiled with pleasure, I did my best and made sure I got the most out of it! I did all this not only for myself, but for those who were by my side and wanted to see me happy, I had attitudes that I never thought I would have but that God gave me the honor of having, all this happened because of you and everyone that loves me and believes in me, for your prayers and for the affection that each one of you gave me also too.. All the support and affection, the prayers, the presence and the congratulations, and all these things are more than a gift to me! You guys and everyone I love are everything, are people I am proud of and trust, have a good heart, and are worth a thousand words to describe how amazing and good friends are to me.. Also- last year may have been completely different than now, but for sure, I feel happier even with little, like- it was God who chose this way and I just have to thank him for that! Everything and everyone that hurt me, now they are not with me anymore, and I actually prefer it that way.. I'd rather have ““few”” friends and good things around me than many and filling my head with bad things! I am grateful for everything, and grateful with faith, no longer with anxiety, but with confidence, the one that leaves emotion behind and does not prevent it from coming.. Also- a curiosity: that all changed in one year, I tried for more than 5 years and I couldn't get any results in my mood and emotional state, and now... I'm much better. I may not be 100% okay, but I feel that joy and hope now has plenty of space to live in my heart! So- I just have to thank you for all the love you've given me, thank you so much for everything, I love you all so much, and I'm very happy to see people who believe in me and like me the way I am. Hope God repay all my love and affection for you, that I will pray every day and for each one, hope God enlighten, bless and protect you all always! You guys are very dear, and sure deserve more than the world💖

I love y'all and just hope you guys have such a wonderful night/day! <3

-My name is Mel, and I'm happy to be able to share a little of my life with you💛

#thank you for everything💖#i'm mel and this is my blog✌️#my art blog #not an art post #important post #thank you post #thank you guys very much #thank you!#i love you guys #i love y'all

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yesyourstalker · 11 months ago

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I don't know what part this is. I wrote this at 6 am

Slight NSFW mostly implied

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Ikkan: Neta... Hey you ok?

Neta: yeah.... .. I'm fine I'm just waiting for him to leave completely..... He's such an asshole!!

Ikkan: hey come here.... Don't let him get to you okay? He doesn't know anything about you, your life and you never tried...

Neta: yeah.......he never got to see how amazing I am

Ikkan:oh you're so humble.... He doesn't know what he's missing come here [kiss] also you look good baby.... Look a lot happier... [Kiss]...Hehe...more relaxed...[kiss]

Neta: hehehe.....[kiss]

Ikkan: softer.......and warmer............

Neta:.......[smiles].....

Ikkan:........*sigh*.....[kissing]

Neta: We're alone

Ikkan: yeah we are...heheheh

Neta: no cameras

Ikkan:....... .... You want to slow dance like we used to. Remember during our first date?

Neta: oh........ Ok

Ikkan: what what did you think I was implying?

Neta: nothing nothing it's stupid come here. Let's dance just the two of us away from the commotion.

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Koi: so you must be my granddaughter... I've heard so much about you. You have straight A's, your captain on your turf war team, you play second chair

Cirrina: actually I play first chair now

Koi: wonderful!... Look at all that confidence and pride amazing... Oh look at me being so rude. Hi my name is koi koi you can call me Grandma Koi, grandma, admiral koi is also an option. I'm a former CEO now head of the advertisement for tech company venton industries.

Cirrina: weren't you the company that started out with game cards and now he's home consoles and arcades? You guys made jump squid right?

Koi: That's the one. I also dipped my foot in farm life raising krill herding sea cows some experience in going produce

Cirrina: I have a houseplant that I bought from the grocery store. I had to change its pot twice and it's taller than me now...oh I'm also skipping the grade and heading straight to high school next year.. My guidance counselor says if I'm good I can maybe even start college classes early. I'll get ahead of everyone else.

Koi: ohhh impressive... So proud to have you as a granddaughter. I see so much of myself in you. I can just tell you're going to be as powerful and successful as me.

Cirrina: I hope I do.......Grandma admiral koi.

Merv: they ran out of wine but I did snatch up the shrimp puffs They're not that bad..... Hello, who's this?

Koi: *ugh* ..... Hone... this is our granddaughter... Remember Neta told us about

Merv: ohhhhhhh nice to meet you.. you must be cirrina.... You're just as pretty as the picture he gave us. Nice to meet you sweetheart.

Cirrina: awww thank you........ Ikkan told me about you. He used to be a farmer. He told me you had acres of strawberries and would first place for best decal 3 years in a row. That's very impressive. You must know a lot about agriculture

Merv: that's correct! Wow you're really something!

Koi: I know! Ah! I just want to pick her in a bag and take her back to haddaido!

Cirrina:hehehe You're too kind..

Koi: well we have to go We're trying to find our kids. I know your uncle is somewhere.. do expect some presents to be in the mail for you sweetie. You just stole our little hearts.

Cirrina: ok bye....hehee

Mizole: You're a snake. You know that?

Cirrina: You've had spinach between your teeth the last 2 hour shut up.

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Mahi: you think that is going to be mad when we bring this?

Warabi: what's so bad about it? It's just wine?

Mahi: when he expected us to bring drinks He expected it to be in bottles Something you just place on the table make it look nice

Warabi: Oh come on the parties like going to be over in like 4 more hours. We need something like this, that's why I bought five.....for the party

Mahi: We're definitely not going to use all of this. He just wanted one in the apartment

Candi: If he says anything I'm not involved.

Mahi: Baja! Help us bring this in

Baja: ok uhhh what is this exactly

Warabi: its for the party trust me

Baja: ok....

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Neta: so yeah apparently I've been a captain for the military for 7 years and they didn't tell me- what the hell is this? what happened to the bottles of wine you were supposed to get??

Warabi: didn't have any I just so we just bought the barrel of wine. Five of them. I feel like that's enough right?

Neta: get a little too much where we even going to put this

Mahi: we can just put in the back and have waiters fill up cups

Candi: or you can just have all the guests fill up their own cups

Ikkan: That's not a bad idea...

Neta:....*sigh* ....... Yeah okay that's fine..... I'm gone for 2 minutes and y'all turn this into a keg party

Baja: You've actually gone for 45 minutes

Neta: ............ Just set up the barrels....

Ikkan: hehehehe...... Tonight is still early. Come on, let the guests have a little fun.. it'll be funny seeing some of these producers get drunk off their ass.

Koi: I hope one of them isn't you honey

Ikkan: mom! Uh hah.....wooow so good to see you!...... Neta didn't tell me.... He was inviting my parents. Mmmmm

Koi: well I think it would be nice to spend the holidays with my two boys this year...... I actually came here to see my granddaughter and also talk to my son-in-law. We had a conversation about installing a small arcade original in his original store to keep the traction going once his other store opens.

Neta: Yes we do need to talk more about that I also wanted to talk to Noji about buying vending machines as well, let's walk and talk. You look beautiful by the way Koi. Merv is a lucky man

Koi: you damn right it is... You know how long it took me to convince him to come here. I swear he thinks he bursts into flames interacting with people.

Ikkan:......*sigh*......

Warabi: what were you two doing for 45 minutes?

Ikkan: fuck off

Warabi: hehehehehehe going to tell your mom on you

Ikkan: Warabi!

Warabi:[wheeze]

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Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort or caught stealing one of the wine barrels

#Neta and ikkan healthiest relationship known to man #mizole hates seeing too strong independent women living their best life #cirrina and Koi-koi match made in heaven and hell #and merv is just there as always #Neta and koi both have degrees in business and know the value of a dollar #we're almost done I swear one more and it's over I swear 😭#this one is honestly filler #neta

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elshells · 2 years ago

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Writeblr Positivity Tag

Tagged by @mariahwritesstuff and @writernopal for this amazing tag! Their posts are here and here.

I'm going to leave this as an open tag because I'm very behind on these and want to avoid spamming people with tags. XD

Blank list of questions below the cut for convenient copy/pasting!

1. What motivates you to write?

I love telling stories! There's something so exhilarating and heartwarming about sharing my ideas with others and seeing how much they enjoy them. Plus, it isn't until I write something down that it feels real. When it's all thoughts in my head, it's like I'm keeping a secret, but once I start writing, I'm putting myself out there!

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Ooh, it's actually so hard to choose a favorite (which I guess isn't a bad problem to have)! But here's a snippet I really like from chapter 9 of Agent Ace:

They were several stories in the air. Cars drove below as tiny specks on the street, contrasted by the towering buildings surrounding them on all sides. The sky was a burnt orange, casting light down on the city and setting the glass windows ablaze. Holding her breath, Sophia crawled out further, grabbing the edge of the window to pull herself out onto the tiny ledge suspended above the ground. She stood up tall and lifted her head to the sky as the sunlight warmed her skin, washing away the feeling of a cold, dingy cell. A heavy wind buffeted her face, tossing her ponytail behind her and causing her eyes to water. But she loved it. Being up this high, seeing the city sprawled out beneath her, gave her strength. She was graceful and weightless, like if she tried to jump, she'd fly. For the first time in a long time, she felt like Ace again.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Aww, I love them all so much for different reasons! But if I have to choose one, I think Jade is the one who truly makes me feel good. She's the kind of person I want to be (and am afraid will never be), and while I prefer to avoid writing characters based on real people I know, she still reminds me of a lot of my best friends, so it's just so hard for me not to love her!

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love getting lost in the story as I'm writing it. Whether it's a fight scene or a romantic scene or just a simple conversation between two characters, I love when I get pulled into the scene and I can visualize everything, from the emotions to all five of the senses.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Imagery! I'm a very visual person, so I tend to describe settings, characters, etc. in a lot of detail. It's something that I unfortunately hold back on sometimes because I'm afraid of getting carried away. I also love writing dialogue, which is weird because that was my bane when I first started writing. But over time, it's started to come more naturally, and I've figured out how to craft different voices.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The interactions! I haven't been on Tumblr that long, but I feel like I've already made some great connections through asks and tag games. Everyone is so genuine and supportive, we make each other and our works feel seen!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I write all of my stories in Google Docs (Garamond, my love!), and before I post a new chapter, I like to run it through Hemingway editor. It helps you know if you overuse adverbs (which I do haha) and how many sentences are written in the passive voice. It's a nice final step to polish the writing before I set the chapter loose into the world

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I adore the city of Harmont in Agent Ace. When I first started writing the story, I used a real city as the setting, but as dove deeper into the realm of sci-fi and I started establishing the Watch and the Guard, I decided that a fictional city gave me more freedom, and allowed me to explore a world that was still similar to ours, with some extra details that made it so much more interesting. Of course, Harmont is still heavily influenced by my own surroundings, but the written lore runs deep, and to date, it's the second most ambitious setting I've ever created (the first is still in development)!

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'll preface this by saying that I'm far from qualified to give writing advice to anyone (even to myself), but I think the best thing you can do is to go easy on yourself. Even if you don't make a certain word count or even if you don't write at all, there are so many real-life factors that make it hard to write. Short attention spans, mental illness, exhaustion from work, self-doubt—I could go on. But there's no point in beating yourself up. If you can't summon even one word onto the page, walk away and let your mind wander. Listen to music, watch a funny video, stare off into space, anything as long as you're distracted. Then come back to your story. Even if you're not ready to go back to the computer, think about the scene you want to write. Visualize it if you can, or just imagine what you want to happen step by step. Once you figure out each beat you want to hit, you can go from there.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@bitchin-beskar is the one who convinced me to join Tumblr! She's the most supportive force in my life, and I love her to death!! If you're into Star Wars, Marvel, and Call of Duty, she's written some amazing fanfic (and some smut!) and I would highly recommend checking her out.

Also a massive thank you to @writernopal, @sam-glade and @captain-kraken! You all have given me, my characters and my stories so much love, support, and hype since I wound up here, through your wonderful asks and tag games, and I'm so grateful to have you in my bubble! Each of you are fantastic writers and I can't wait to get lost in the worlds you create!! 💕

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#tag game #writeblr tag games #writeblr positivity tag game #writeblr #wip: agent ace

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boringbones · 1 year ago

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Hi! I've seen a couple of people dragging you on twitter, and while I don't agree with them and think they were rude, I do agree that the terrain textures look kinda like pudding. Even if this is a preference, ansel filters don't help. I've seen you use them in all your visual mods and I don't think this is fair because what people see doesn't look exactly like that, people need to see a before and after in a texture replacement. And I also wanted to ask you, for what audience was your beta skin created exactly? Because the only way to make it look good is to use ansel filters and I'm sure almost no one uses them with The Sims 3. Please don't take this as a negative, I don't want to look like those people and I've already seen that you've received harsh criticism but you need to do something about ansel filters because people don't understand what they are seeing. Putting that aside, I do think you are doing a good job and the wall replacements look very good, although your style is quite far from what is the essence of The Sims 2 and that can be seen kinda off, it fits better in The Sims 3 imo.

Fortunately my memory is so quick to eliminate these situations that I don't even remember when it happened xD

In 2020, when I went back to working on OldSunset with everything, I ended up discovering Ansel filters. And they changed my life, because for the first time I was able to have a game as beautiful as anyone who shared screenshots with reshade and never showed their preset. And when I used it, my game looked completely different due to lack of knowledge.

With more and more people asking me how I managed to make my game look good, I identified an opportunity to grow my audience by doing one of the things I love, teaching. So I started teaching. I started doing Sunday lives, in my pajamas, teaching, answering questions and showing the results.

From then on I started to imagine:

When I started oldsunset I didn't have the best computer, I had (if I'm not mistaken) a 9500 gt from Nvidia. It met my needs but it wasn't the best card in the world.

In 2019 I decided that I would invest in a better graphics card as a birthday present for myself, so I gave myself an RTX 2060, it took over a year for me to discover that I could use Ansel filters on the TS3. Again, when I found out was also when I started teaching.

As I was making this knowledge accessible to everyone, I figured: If more people can see how amazing ts3 can be with this, more people can come back to create amazing mods for ts3. It's a two-way street. So I started teaching IDEALIZING this future: "In the future, all gamers will have a graphics card with access to Ansel filters and will be able to leave behind old, outdated looks and embrace new, defined looks."

That future may or may not be now, but one thing is for sure, I won't go back without Ansel filters. As much as I tried throughout this period. It simply doesn't work.

That said, once I see the game from another perspective, details that didn't bother me before started to bother me. The textures started to become very demarcated, pixelated and with an aesthetic style that I didn't like. So I started creating mods to solve this. You might say, "Wouldn't it be easier to just reduce the definition of the Ansel filters?" And the answer is: "No." Because from that point on, I saw the whole game in a blur.

As for whether it's fair or not, I'm creating for the future and I'm creating for a period where I see everyone using this knowledge to their advantage to make the game more beautiful, that being said, I create with that idea in mind. Will everyone join? Probably not, there are people satisfied with the game's current aesthetics. There are people who are proud of this and that's okay, they are different audiences and probably people who won't consume what I create. Just like I don't consume cc alpha which completely changes the aesthetics of some items in the game.

In all my content I try to be as transparent as possible that I am displaying my cc with filter presets that I teach you how to use.

In other words, I'm not depriving the public of this knowledge to make the game equal (which, by the way, in this case would be a little unfair)

As much as you think that a lot of people don't use it, I can see especially on more active Tumblrs, channels, etc., that I follow that there are a lot of people using it. Even on my server, when people share images, my subscribers are also using them. Now, I know that there is a disparity between those who use it and those who don't, but I estimate that this is due to two situations:

-Lack of knowledge on the subject (which I help resolve) -Lack of a compatible video card (which time and money over the years can help resolve)

Then you realize that there are two problems that have a solution.

You have a great point and I really appreciate it. It's a little annoying when we see something with one quality and when we put it in our game it has another. However, I allow myself not to feel guilty about it, because I teach you to get the same results, I literally take your hand and say, "I have nothing to hide, here's what I did"

If you can't have the same look today, I'm the same person who has been through this in the past and I can tell you: "When you get the chance, knowledge will be here waiting for you"

So that's what guides me on my production journey. The idea that at some point everyone who has access to this knowledge will also have visual content that perfectly matches this aesthetic. At least, from my point of view. Aesthetics is something particular and everyone has a different vision of what is beautiful.

The wall panels I'm making in ts2 go through the same situation. They are what they are because I built them with a set of filters overlaid on top of the game. It's not the same without the filters. But, again, it is not information that I hide, I always make it clear in everything I do.

That said, I hope that in the future this all makes sense and everyone can play their games from this perspective (if that's what they want)

If you have any questions, let me know

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 8

Okay, I'm back! Hope everyone's ready to cry. :D

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3]

As one sibling back home tries to make the best of things, the other two realize exactly what lengths Cora-san is willing to go for them. [3433 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Baby 5 hid the Den Den Mushi in her hoodie as she made her way out of headquarters and over to the garbage dump. Although it was her job to stay behind that time, she wanted to make sure there was nothing that could watch or listen to her, just in case. It was really one of Law’s hoodies that she was wearing, her having started to wear them with him not around to protest. She found a good spot and took the snail out, giving it a piece of lettuce before making the call.

“Crackers.” The snail made the person on the other end look so tired. Why was he so tired?

“Cookies,” Baby 5 said. A moment’s pause and the snail peered at her.

“A… child…?”

“Um… I don’t know who you are, but Cora-san told me to call you,” she explained. “He said he needs me to tell you whenever the Young Master leaves Spider Miles. He left.”

“Cora-san…?”

“Yeah.” Her hands trembled as she held the snail in one hand and the receiver in the other. “I’m not allowed to ask questions. I’m not allowed to lie to you. I’m not allowed to let the others know I call you.”

The man—Baby 5 knew it was a man on the other end, because he sounded like Lao G if he was nicer and more tired—regarded this carefully. “Do you know who I am? Any idea?”

“I told you: no—Cora-san just told me to do this while he helps my brother and sister.”

“Does he have a snail I can contact him on?”

“No, sir. This was his only one. He said he’ll call you when he can.”

“Sounds like Rosi, alright.” The man gave a weak chuckle. “You are very brave, child. He chose well when he gave you this job.” He seemed to sigh heavily and there was the sound of papers shuffling. “Due to the unofficial shift in protocol, I am not going to ask your name. I shall refer to you as Child, and you can refer to me as Grandfather. Just keep doing this, alright? I am proud of you, Child.”

“Thank you, Grandfather.”

Baby 5 gave the man on the other end of the line the course of the Numancia Flamingo to the best of her ability before the line cut. The snail fell asleep and she held it close to her chest, trying to keep it warm as she went back to Headquarters.

What sort of people was Cora-san talking to, and why did they need that information? She put the snail back in its habitat before she went back to cleaning, wanting to make sure everything was nice and neat and orderly for the others to get back. They needed to not suspect anything.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Months began to creep by and hospitals continued to burn, while information continued to be passed along. Baby 5 made it a habit of staying behind at the base when the rest of the Family was on missions, wrapped in her brother’s sweatshirts during the day and holding her sister’s stuffed animals at night. She felt the eyes of the other Family members as they would come home to a spotless headquarters and somehow knew their suspicions. Her being alone was not normal, so why was she alone so much now? Did they know she searched through their things for information? How long would it be before they discovered that Child was passing information to Grandfather, and that it was happening via Cora-san’s old transponder snail? What would it take for her cover to be blown and what would happen when it finally happened? Would they know it was all in the name of protecting her siblings?

There was only one way to find out, unfortunately.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

[CLASSIFIED]

Official Transcript of Military Den Den Communications – Operation: FALLEN DRAGON – File Number 01746.100059.1511.00234

Listen: I don’t have much time. There’s these five kids in Doffy’s group. Two of them are likely beyond help, but the middle three… no matter what, I need them to be saved. Whatever happens to me, you have to sa…

[INDECIPHERABLE]

She’s the one I gave the snail.

[INDECIPHERABLE]

…I know about [REDACTED] and what [REDACTED] did! Did you really think that was [REDACTED]

[INDECIPHERABLE]

Remember… it’s two girls and a boy. Raise them if I’m not there to do it. Please. I fear what Doffy will do to them if this all is blown to hell.

[INDECIPHERABLE]

They deserve so much more than this. We both know it.

[END COMMUNICATION]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was very cold as Law and Lami sat huddled together on what seemed like a deserted island, waiting in the small alcove where Cora-san had told them to stay while he went somewhere. Law tried to wrap his cloak around his sister as well as himself and failed at getting more than half of her in the extra fabric.

“What do you think he’s doing?” she shivered. He tucked her head underneath his chin as coughs began to wrack her body.

“Hard saying,” he lied. He knew exactly what Cora-san was doing: trying to raid the pirate base that was on the other side of the island. Their adult had trusted him with the information in case anything went sour, because someone needed to get Lami out of there if the need arose. He had even left them with a knife, despite the fact he hoped they didn’t need to use it. “He better not be too long.”

“I want Bee-nee,” Lami sniffled. She rubbed her face in her brother’s shoulder and tried not to cry. “Why couldn’t Bee-nee come along?”

“It would be too much for Cora-san to travel with all three of us, remember?” Law said. He hugged his baby sister a bit tighter and hoped that Baby 5 had not been caught yet. “We’re gonna be okay—Cora-san will be the adult who helps.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“No… but it’s important that you do.” Lami began to sob, knowing that their time—her time specifically—was running out. “Hey, we’ll see Bee soon enough. Cora-san is gonna find that cure for us.”

“Why… why are you allowed to be sad about it, but I can’t?!” she cried. “I’m scared, Law-nii! I’m so scared!”

“I know you are, but you have to know it’s gonna be okay, no matter what,” he replied. He went back into his memory for words of comfort from before… from when they had both their parents and school and friends and… fuck… it had been a wonderful life, hadn’t it? There was something too calm about it, as though it was just the peace one felt before a storm came barreling through. Was finding their sister just the eye of the storm? Was that Cora-san? Damned if he knew. “Everything happens for a reason…”

“It’s not reasonable!” she snapped tearfully. “Don’t say things the sisters said! It doesn’t make me feel better!”

“It doesn’t make you feel better because you know they were right!” he fired back. She looked at him, her eyes puffed up from crying, and didn’t know how to respond. “They were right! I don’t know how, but they were! Do you think I like not knowing how?! Do you think I like not knowing the reason?! It’s fucked up, yeah, but what else do we have?! If none of this had happened, we would have never met Bee! Or Cora-san! We’d still be in Flevance, having never seen anything beyond her waters! Nothing changing!”

“…but we’d still have Mom and Dad! Our family! Our friends!”

“…and we could still be dead anyhow! People die every day from things not bullets or poison! Kids, even! If we hadn’t needed to escape, we would have never gotten here, and I’d rather be here knowing more than I did then instead of dying ignorant! I don’t know why, but we were meant to live this!”

That set off Lami again, fresh tears flowing from her. Law gathered her in his arms and pulled her into his lap, which better allowed him to pull his cloak around her as she sobbed into his shoulder. He grit his teeth as he tried to hold back his own tears, wanting to be the strong one… needing to be the strong one…

“Kids! Kids! Where’d you go?!” Both of them gasped and went to wipe the tears and snot from their faces—it was Cora-san! He stumbled into the snow in front of them, looking exhausted and rather worse for wear.

“What happened to you?!” Law gasped. Shit—it had taken fewer bullet wounds to kill both his parents.

“That doesn’t matter,” the man said. He took a heart-shaped fruit out of his coat pocket and held it out. “This is what we were looking for… this is what Doffy was looking for…”

“That’s a Devil Fruit…?” Lami wondered. “It doesn’t look like any fruit I’ve ever seen…”

“It’s a really special thing,” Cora-san explained. “It’s gonna help Law fix you both up, good as new.”

“…but Cora-san, I…!” Law began to protest, only for their caretaker to shove the fruit into his mouth, forcing him to eat it. “Oh, gross! Why the fuck did you do that?!”

“I sure as fuck couldn’t do anything with it, even if I hadn’t eaten my own Devil Fruit,” Cora-san smirked. Although Law was still freaking out over the nasty, meaty taste of what had just been force-fed to him, Lami saw the intense sadness in Cora-san’s eyes… he knew something sad and wasn’t telling them. “You’re the one who’s going to become a great doctor some day, Law. It’s supposed to be yours.”

Just then, the three of them could hear men shouting off in the distance, making them tense.

“Okay, you two find a place that’s not here,” Cora-san ordered gently. “I’ll find you soon as I can guarantee that we can make a clean getaway. Then you’ll be free.”

“Free…?” Lami wondered as they stood.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Free of this disease, free of Doffy, free of everything you never wanted. You can rescue Baby 5 and the three of you will be freer than anyone on this sea. Do you understand…?”

“I think so…?”

“Good. Now be good brats, for fucking once in your lives.” At that he scrambled off, the kids just barely able to catch him pulling out one of his guns before he turned a corner.

“Asshole,” Law hissed. “Didn’t even ask me if I wanted it…” He saw that Lami was staring at him as they ran and he swallowed hard. “What…?”

“Do you feel any different…?” she asked. He stopped to look at his hands, brow furrowed.

“No, but…” He trailed off, desperately attempting to put what he was feeling into words. “It’s like… the Devil Fruit is trying to tell me what I can do…?”

“Really…?”

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to figure out what was attempting to be said.

Heed me, boy, and I shall make you powerful.

Eyes snapping open, Law looked at his sister with a nearly crazed expression. “Lami, hold still; I’m gonna try it on you first.”

“Why?”

“You’re the one with days left,” he replied. The siblings hugged tightly before Law had Lami lay down in the snow, hidden from the snowy path they’d been on. He held his hands palm-down over her and took a deep breath.

“ROOM!”

Suddenly, a blue sphere grew from Law’s hands and enveloped the both of them. Once that was up, he took Cora-san’s knife and held it to his sister’s arm. He pressed down and it made an incision… one that didn’t bleed.

It was working.

Law quickly worked, taking what he knew to be Amber Lead out of his sister’s body. There was so much of it, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The only time he did was for thirty seconds, tearing off a bit of his cloak for her to bite on to help with the pain. Okay… anesthetic… he needed to remember that for next time…

Then, all of a sudden, the Room dropped and Law collapsed in the snow. He and Lami were breathing heavily as they looked at each other, both afraid for the other to speak. With a shaky hand, he held up a small rock, not much bigger than a decorative pond pebble. It was much more jagged and rough-looking, however, and a reddish brown where it did not gleam whiter than the snow.

“Five years,” he said shakily. “This should give you five more years.”

“Yeah…?” There were tears in their eyes—that would make her older than he was now.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, there you kids are!” The siblings looked and saw Cora-san was clamoring over towards them, snow stuck to his hair and coat. “Doffy and his crew are nearly here—I can’t let them find you!”

“Cora-san, look!” Lami gasped. She took the pebble from her brother’s hand and held it up. “Law took this out of me!”

“Wait… you did…?” he marveled. He looked at Law, the boy nodding weakly in the snow as hot tears ran down his face.

“She’s gonna be at least fourteen,” he sniffled. “My sister is going to live!”

“Oh… that’s great!” Cora-san replied through tears of his own. He gathered the children up in his arms and they all shared a hug. “We’re going to get through this—just a little bit longer, and we’ll be free. I promise.”

“Cora-san…?” Lami squeaked. She was clammy with sweat and breathing heavily. “Can we go get Bee-nee? And then we can live somewhere nice?”

“I’m sure you will,” he replied, but she shook her head.

“No, you too, Cora-san!” she insisted. “You can be our dad! And we can live together! All four of us!” She gripped his shirt as her breath became staggered. “The four of us can be each other’s new family!”

“Lami…” Law touched his baby sister’s shoulder and she whimpered. “Is that what you want?”

“Yeah!” She looked at him, then at Cora-san, whose makeup was running from his own tears and sweat. “We can have a real parent again, and Law-nii can continue learning how to be a doctor, and Bee-nee and I can figure out what we want to do, and we’ll all do the best thing we can to make the people who tried to kill us suffer!”

“…and what’s that?” Cora-san asked, his voice wavering.

“We can live!”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Remember something kids: I love you!”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

A heavy thud rammed against Law’s treasure chest as Cora-san was shot—one, two, three, four, five—making the blood in his veins run cold.

Cora-san! You can’t! Law barely heard the order to leave the Corazón for dead and take the treasure. He pressed his limbs to the wooden walls in panic when he felt the chest being lifted up—this was it! His entire world, dark and filled with fear, swayed with the movement of… yeah, Machvise’s steps as he was carried off and away from the scene of the crime.

It was just like three years ago, when he and his sister hid from their executioners in plain sight, except this time they were in separate hiding spots. Cora-san had been reluctant to do it, but they would not fit together in the biggest chest, and besides… he didn’t want Doflamingo’s crew to take what they thought was the most valuable haul, only to get something invaluable instead. Law kept his mind focused—the clearer he could make decisions, the quicker he could grab Lami, get back to Cora-san, and they could begin figuring out a way to rescue Baby 5.

“Is that everything? Good. Let’s make sure we have enough space first…”

Law listened closely for signs that the Doflamingo Pirates were all occupied before lifting the lid off his treasure chest and carefully slipping out. He couldn’t tell which one had Lami in it before he heard Trebol attempting to swallow the innards of his nasal cavity—he couldn’t get caught! Not yet! He ducked behind a nearby pile of rocks, there already being prints going over there he could step in to hide his tracks. Sure enough, there was a yellow divot against the cliff-face—apparently the ship’s latrine was just too far an ask…

Just then, Law heard the telltale whizzing sound of cannonballs hurtling towards them. They hit the cliff-face opposite him with two loud explosions; it was the Marines.

That’s right… Doflamingo had accused Cora-san of being a Marine, not only by the treasure chests, but after they stole a burner snail a few weeks ago as well. Law and Lami had even accused Cora-san of being a Marine. The only problem was: if Cora-san really was a Marine, then who was he having Baby 5 talk to over the transponder snail? Was she caught? Did she get in trouble? Had… had Doflamingo found out because Baby 5 told him…? It made him sick to think about…

“Leave the rest!” Doflamingo snapped. “We have to get out of here!”

At once, everyone scrambled to board the Numancia Flamingo and escape what was most likely Vice-Admiral Tsuru and her command. Law remained hidden behind the rocks while he waited for them to leave, seeing that they had truly left behind much of the load. Ha… Doflamingo was going to be pissed when they returned to Spider Miles…

Before long, the ships were off in the distance, the only evidence they were even around being the distant sounds of cannonfire. Law shuddered as he heard himself let out a sniffle—Cora-san was dead.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! The teen began to tremble as he realized that things were going to become infinitely more difficult. Having to go rescue Baby 5 with just him and Lami wasn’t completely out of the question, but it was going to take a lot longer than it would have otherwise. He waited until he couldn’t hear the ships anymore before standing up and poking his head out from behind the rocks.

“Lami…?” He carefully picked his way over towards the heaps of discarded treasure and began to search through what remained. It looked like a lot of the chests were weighed down by rocks as just another way for one brother to get back at another. “Lami…? Where are you…?”

As Law continued looking through the chests, a sense of dread settled over him. Lami wasn’t answering, nor was she in any of the other chests. He got to the last one and asked whatever might be listening to let her be inside…

…and found rocks.

“Lami…?!” Law dropped to his knees and cried, knowing that the worst thing must have happened: she must have been taken aboard the Numancia. “LAMI! NO! YOU CAN’T—!” He stopped to vomit, hot and burning over his tongue and throat.

His sister was gone.

He was alone.

His sister was still dying and there was nothing he could do.

He was alone.

His sister was somewhere off in the far-reaching, icy sea, far beyond where he could feasibly go on his own.

He was alone.

His sister was going to suffer.

He was alone… truly alone.

All while she remained trapped.

Once all the contents of his stomach were melting the snow, Law scrambled onto his feet and began to stumble away. His legs were shaky and he felt like hell, but he kept going—the Marines were likely to come back and he didn’t want to be there if they did. He couldn’t go chasing after the Numancia and rescue Lami in the state he was in, barely able to stand upright or move of his own volition.

If this was freedom, then he didn’t want it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was difficult for Lami to hear outside of the treasure chest—she wasn’t sure what was going on or where she was, but she had the feeling that she should not move… not until her brother opened the lid and took them both away. The chest had moved a couple of times, which made her cautious, because she didn’t know what sort of place she was going to escape from. All she needed to do was wait until the right time and…

…except, the lid lifted on its own, only for a confused-looking Gladius to be staring down at her. Not Law. Gladius. Not Law. Someone else. Not Cora-san. He was dead.

It was not Law.

She was not free.

#One Piece #fan fiction #fanfiction #Trafalgar Law #Baby 5 #Donquixote Rosinante #Donquixote Pirates #Donquixote Doflamingo #I really enjoy how Baby 5 gets to come into her own in this fic. just saying #lol she's got the brother hoodie fit going on lol that's a good fit #there is also no way Law and Lami were taught by nuns and survived w/o some version of Catholic guilt #my source: being Catholic and having gone to Catholic school (despite the fact none of my teachers were nuns (long story))#(I know OP has Nika not Jesus but work with me here okay?)#Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami #Trafalgar Lami #...and please don't ask me about opla i know nothing about opla yet my watch party is in a couple days

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zenatness · 1 year ago

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Minthara has adjusted well to the team. For an unspecified value of 'well'.

That is to say, she promptly assured my dark urge that she'd put him down like the mad dog he was if he got out of hand. She seemed to be under the impression that this was comforting. It kind of was. Everyone else took Ghaunafein's "I crave murder" confession too well.

Act 2 with Minthara and Halsin was amusing. Every time I got to camp there they were, looking like a little family with their mangled tree-son. Very cute. I hope they are happy together.

Less amusing was the bugged tiefling who kept getting involved in Every Single Fight. She was stuck at Last Light Inn and every round the camera would jump to her and what she was up to, before going back to the actual fight. Didn't matter how far away I was, tiefling lady had to be involved.

And then Halsin had to go have his solo portal adventure while the team held the line. Tiefling lady joined the fight, as usual, but this time she was close enough that she dashed over to join the battle. She arrived just in time to see us kill the last enemy and tried to arrest us. For defending ourselves. After pissing me off the entire act. Isolated and alone on the beach. With no witnesses.

So her corpse was promptly added to the collection. And it's an impressive collection at this point.

Withers gave Ghaunafein shit for having a bosom-companion. It was unclear who he was talking about.

I made the decision that it's a first come, first served situation. Whoever got their act together first and tried to make the relationship official would be the (questionable) winner.

Astarion promptly wanted to thank Ghaunafein for respecting his bodily autonomy, so that was that. Seeing how Astarion was being vulnerable, Ghaunafein made an effort to be nicer for once. I toyed with the idea that maybe we'd turn this around after all. Maybe Astarion could make us a better person.

Not better right now, of course, but in act 3. So, after killing Aylin we saved the few surviving tieflings in Moonrise tower, before doing Sceleritas' bidding and killing Isobel as well. Last Light Inn fell, Jaheira died knowing what we'd done as the remaining harpers and tieflings fell to the shadow curse. Having to kill Dammon was rough though. His Majesty might not have died by our hand, but his body was also added to the corpse pile out of respect.

I'm happy to report that my gnoll palls in Moonrise tower had left by the time I came to clean house. Less happy to report that Kar'niss was still alive in the final showdown, so I tried to banish him because that was a complication I didn't want to deal with at the same time as Ketheric. The game bugged out. Kar'niss proceeded to stand and weep loudly outside of the main room as we fought Ketheric, giving me the player psychic damage every time because I felt like a bully.

I opted to free Zevlor in the mindflayer pods. Astarion didn't approve. The "being nicer" was off to a rough start.

While Ketheric refused to tell me about my past there were some secrets to be found in the mindflayer mucus. Ghaunafein was Outraged that anyone would fail to murder him, chose to torture and tadpole him instead, and that his then would-be healer had instead kept playing with his organs. Finish the job, at least. Rude.

The team made it to Baldur's Gate and Orin instantly started trying to mess with our heads. Sceleritas revealed that Ghaunafein was a Bhaalspawn and told him that he had to murder Orin. Ghaunafein was confused at this point. The previous murders had been of people who hadn't really deserved it and Orin had already earned herself a place on the List. It was a weird demand to make.

At this point the dead tiefling counter is best described as: all but maybe 6. Rolan and his siblings left in act one (resulting in the death of all the children but Mol by act 2), Zevlor is still kicking, and one single survivor of the big group made it to the outskirts of Baldur's Gate.

I hope daddy Bhaal is proud of his murder son.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #I'm so sorry Kar'niss #I didn't mean it in a 'you're not worthy' kind of way #I haven't had any real issues with bugs before this #and I'm not sure if the Minthara mod is partially to blame #nothing game breaking though #and luckily I didn't get the Dammon-ox bug so Karlach has gotten her upgrades #yes I did break the shadow curse #for the xp more than anything else #also it was Shar's curse and we're not on her team

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3, 7, 13, 23, and 47 for the writing ask game!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? I suppose "found family" is one that appears quite often. I also write a lot of "slice of life" and feel that's pretty characteristic of my fics. And I guess this would be filed under the detail category, but I definitely write Marty with the ADHD headcanon in mind, so those little quirks are in everything I do with him.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? I like the worldbuilding I was able to do with "Despite the Distance"--molding the alternate timeline that Doc finds himself in. It was fun being able to craft Marty and his life in an environment where Doc wasn't a part of it, and I'm enjoying being able to return to that timeline in my new fic. There's a lot of worldbuilding involving Needles and really fleshing out his character more (I've discovered I LOVE writing Needles lol), as well as taking a closer look into the Twin Pines McFly family.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? I don't think so?

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? I've actually got a few answers for this one. I've always wanted to write an AU that takes place in 1985A and centers around the Marty who grew up there. I think the comics totally missed the mark in exploring that version of him, and there's so much potential for a story involving a Marty who grew up with Biff for a stepfather in that town full of horrors. Another one that's been rolling around in my head for a few years is a fic where Doc stays in 1885 after part III and something bizarre happens in the timeline where, since he's permanently "left" his proper place in time, it starts to basically erase any trace of him from the 1985 timeline. Almost as if a time traveler has to periodically check in to their original time to keep their existence there intact? I dunno. Anyway, everyone's memories of him fade EXCEPT for Marty's for reasons I haven't quite hammered out yet. Maybe he's protected because he was also a time traveler, and there's some sort of memory bubble? Who knows? (not me) The point is, all of a sudden he's talking about Doc and everyone is like ???? and it starts to mess with his head to the point that he begins to doubt Doc ever existed at all, and everyone thinks he's legitimately experiencing delusions. It is not a happy story.

Oh, OH! I would love to write my ridiculous Family Ties/Back to the Future crossover AU.

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. When I first looked over the original ask list, I was like, "I hope no one asks me the shoe one. How would I even answer that?" and here we are, haha. I literally. I don't know, friend. I cannot figure out how to describe one of my fics as shoes. I tried my best. (aka: I thought about it very briefly for 3.5 seconds and then gave up)

Thanks for the ask!

Questions for fic writers

#asks #ask game #writing asks

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ceahundreadriddleqliespistia · 1 year ago

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(⑉ ॢ• • ॢ⑉)❤︎This is my stance on this as well. Took words outta my mouth!

I hold One Piece dearly, a treasure that I grew together with so I held it in astronomically high regards. ( . .)I am very apprehensive on a One Piece Live Action and am worried to death it'd follow all live action predecessors and give One Piece a bad reputation and mockery of the work, but mostly because I'm biased and wanted my beloved to have the best. (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾⁾

（╹◡╹）♡ Still I have great respect for Oda-sensei...

(〃艸〃)As a creator who gave existence to One Piece and as a creator who gave life to it. (ง •̀ㅁ•́)ง✧Oda-sensei's love for One Piece is unquestionable.₊·*◟(⌯ˇ- ˇ⌯)◜‧*･

( ·᷄ ︵·᷅ )These are his children guys and if all the years he's been through with them isn't enough testament to the passion he put in this work for you then it might mean you've never tried to maintain a creation or bond.(´-ι_-｀)

_(:3 ⌒ﾞ)_I understand the hate, worry, fear, apprehension or dislike. It's not wrong or right but it's reasonable.

( '-´(ヽ( ･ο･˘*) Still it's mean to go any farther than this. ૮ . . ა One Piece Live Action by Netflix isn't possible without anyone less and the people who worked this are also creators themselves for risking such madness so better not stomp on their hard work. ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

Critics are fine, (ﾟ∇^*)♪ just don't be mean and rude! Feel free to dislike things you don't like or not watch and support it but know the limits and don't cross the line to give unnecessary anger and unneeded comments nitpicking on irrelevant issues. Just keep it civil in short._(┐「ε:)_

Success or flop the work these guy did is undoubtedly awe-inspiring. ⚆_⚆ Such madmans to carry this weight they knew everyone opposed to. Give credit to where credit is due.ʅ(๑ ᷄ω ᷅ )ʃ The world isn't only yes and no, black or white or graey.

ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧I believe in the saying: Talent, resources, wisdom and hard work couldn't guarranty success. But all who succeeded had to work their hardest to stay one.

(:ᘌꇤ⁐ꃳ 三

I thank everyone who worked for this show well! Be proud to have did this, you've all worked hard~(ノ^^)八(^^ )ノ

Honestly, I think we should all give this live action a chance regardless of other manga to live action adaptations or of how you perceive the trailers. Personally, I don’t particularly care about any of the shallow stuff, i.e how things look or characters talk or which minor changes or omissions were made to the story. What I care about most is that the characters are well, characterized and portrayed in a faithful way. I want to watch that show and think “yes, that is my beloved Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Sanji/Usopp/….!” and hopefully, I will~

#one piece #one piece netflix #First post of mine is characteristically about One Piece. Cant say if its expected or unexpected? But eh #eichiro oda #Thanking Goda for existing and pursuing his dreams. Owe alot to him for creating One Piece. Thanks man~

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abstract-crossverse · 2 years ago

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Because no one asks for him, I'll just do it myself, this is mainly because I keep associating him with someone and need to fix him in my brain, so bear with me, 'kay?

Also its a bit long, got carried away <3

Cw: loosely described violence, but aside that, nothing

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Hofnarr x Reader Headcanons

→ Hofnarr is... Quite the character if I'm honest, he's way less bad than other grunts, that's for sure, he tries his best not to anger the Director or get himself in stressful situations due to.. well, I'm sure you've seen that one short

→ when you both met, it was while Phobos put him in charge of one of his Lesser Important projects, you were one of the lower-grade scientists who were passing him while he carried one ungodly amount of books and files and a cup in his arms

→ of course everyone knew he was gonna fall with that eventually, and he did, he tripped one of the wires on the ground as he tried to balance the workload Phobos dumped on him

→ you waited a moment while he grumbled to himself and gathered his things, waiting if anyone would help, but no one did, of course, most of these people were just there on autopilot. So you decided to help, crouching to help him gather everything- thankfully the mugs from the Tower aren't porcelain-

→ he kept quiet, giving you slight glances from time to time as you focused on helping him gather the workload up, you felt like he didn't trust you, but that wasn't much of a problem, people barely trusted each other anyway so you didn't take it to heart.

→ after you gathered the paperwork and mug, you offered to help him get all of this to his office. He reluctantly agreed, usually, he'd say no need but by the amount of paperwork, Phobos gave him today... It was bound he'd have an accident by not being able to fuckin see where he was going, it'd be a matter of time until he'd fall down a flight of stairs that way and he would rather not end up in medbay

→ and so you two were on your way, you made small talk by asking how the projects going, or what he thought of his coworkers. To which you were slightly surprised to learn he didn't really like or wasn't that acquainted with most scientists that weren't the other two Head Scientists, or at least ones who didn't work under the Projects he was in charge of. You noticed he had a slight stutter to his speech, something you hadn't heard before when you heard him talk about the projects with the Director or others, maybe stress or anxiety related?

→ after that day, you two talked a lot more, becoming closer and closer, he lost most of his stutters as he didn't feel as anxious around you anymore, only stammering over his words when he was going on about some of his passions, such as Slaughter Time! The way he excitedly talked about the traps and plots for every episode had you both stunned and a little terrified if you'd be honest-

→ he's expressed many times how he wanted to one day participate in an episode with his clown persona, Tricky the Clown. He showed you his costume when you both were hanging out in his apartment, he even put up a small show for you with juggling and acrobatics, you were impressed with his balance and flexibility, and agility even with being on the heavier side. he told you he's been working out, and that about 40-50% of his figure was muscle. he looked very proud of himself with that, flexing a little to show off, it got an amused laugh out of you

→ you suggested he sign up to be part of one of the episodes, though he was hesitant about it- doubting himself if he would be able to take the waves, it scared you a bit too, you didn't want him to walk into his favorite show and straight up die-. Though after a while of him brainstorming with you about how to go about the traps and most possibilities of enemies, he was confident he'd survive, and so, you helped him get him into the show, sending letters to Goyle's studio with the request and recommendation, even with video proof in a pen drive of his abilities

→ while you waited for a callback, he introduced you to Dr. Christoff and Dr. Crackpot- who was a bonus due to finding both of them bickering. The older Scientist was quite serious and distant, though he seemed to approve of you, with how he mentioned Hofnarr would ramble about you sometimes, only good things he assured, much to Hofnarr's embarrassment. It got a small blush out of you too as you chuckled

→ "sometimes? He would mention you every opening he got!-" Crackpot butted in before Hofnarr shoved his mask to the side, cutting him off with a small 'ack!-', face red. Your blush increased at that- making you laugh a bit more in embarrassment, Christoff glared at Crackpot, you felt like Christoff and Crackpot didn't like each other very much

→ you noticed after that day, Hofnarr would initiate interaction a bit more than usual, wanting to be close to you and help in any way he could if you had to fix some system or were struggling with some code you couldn't figure out what you mistyped. He lightened up at your gratefulness when he helped, dare you say you saw a bit of a pink tint to his cheeks when you did, he felt useful as he soon continued on his own work. He'd call for your input on small theories he'd brainstorm as well, or ask for you and Christoff to listen to his presentation practice before he had to show something to the Director, Christoff even mentioned how he seemed to be putting even more effort into his work lately

→ it wasn't long before Hofnarr came running to you as you entered the Tower saying he got a letter back from Goyel, he said wanted to read the letter with you so he waited for you to punch in before running at you, you grew excited and nervous for him as you both rushed off to his office to see what it said. after some back and forth of excitement and him being scared he was denied, he opened the letter and read it, you waited patiently as he read, seeing the light in his eyes grow more and more as he read, and soon, he jumped from his chair happily, exclaiming he was accepted! You cheered for him and celebrated, he hugged you and thanked you multiple times for the help, and you hugged him back, though you still dreaded this wouldn't end as planned, you hid that fear for his sake

→ he told Christoff the news later that day, and as much as Christoff wasn't the biggest fan of the show, he was happy for his friend, you managed to get you and Christoff tickets to see the Episode live with some of your savings, the taller scientist was hesitant but he caved in after you and Hofnarr gave him puppy eyes. Jump cut to the day or the episode, Hofnarr showed up in his full costume, nervous as ever, you and Christoff hyped him up before you were escorted to the crowd

→ Hofnarr- or should I say, Tricky, was amazing, the way he moved around precisely and calculated through the arena was incredible, as much as you and Christoff winced at each gory death, you cheered him on. though there was a time his movements were no longer calculated, feeling a lot more sudden and sporadic, he smiled like a madman.. you almost didn't recognize him as Hofnarr, but you still cheered him on, as much as he seemed to shake with every life he took. you looked at Christoff, he looked concerned, which scared you a bit, something's wrong, you can feel it..

→ at the end, he won. The ratings were through the roof, Goyel thanked him for coming and they said their goodbyes, he met you two outside, greeting you both with a rib-crushing hug, surprising you and Christoff as he squished you. "How'd I do?! Amazing, right?! Did you see the spin I did when I cracked the Brute's neck?!!" He spoke, quickly and louder than normal, he was still shaking as he put you both on the ground, smiling widely. You shrugged it off as him still riding off the adrenaline, he didn't even look tired-

→ "y-yea! You did great, Hof! But- are you okay?-" he cut you off "Okay?? I've never felt more alive!! I wanna go again!!!" He exclaimed, you gave him a nervous smile and glanced at Christoff, he had a knowing look on his face. "Hofnarr, my friend, I believe you need to wind down a little, come on, I'll get you home." He said, placing a hand on Hofnarr's shaking form, the same nodding his head slightly. Hofnarr looked back at you, having a crazy look in his eyes as he hugged you tightly again, you winced and hugged him back "See ya soon, [Y/N]!! Byeee!!!" He let go of you and began heading off, almost too quick for his usual pace, you gave Christoff a concerned look, he returned the same look, mouthing an 'I'll tell you later.' before heading off after Hofnarr, leaving you confused and worried in front of Goyel's studio

→ the next day, Hofnarr was back to his usual self again, apologizing for hugging you so tightly the other day, you said it was nothing even though it bruised your sides. Chritoff pulled you aside at lunch as Hofnarr was getting his food, Christoff vaguely explained that Hofnarr had some issues due to working with Dissonance a lot, very vaguely saying that what happened the day prior with Hofnarr's attitude and shaking was a result of those issues. You felt like he wasn't telling the whole truth but as soon as you were going to ask more about it, Hofnarr came back, asking what you were talking about, Christoff simply stated that it was some boring work stuff, and you rolled with it, especially because Christoff isn't one to lie without a reason, you knew that.

→ you tried asking Crackpot about it but he seemed clueless, as was anyone else that worked with Hofnarr, and asking the Director was off limits so you just resorted to patience, maybe he'd tell you what that's about eventually

→ sometime later, Hofnarr nervously pulled you aside, face red with blush you almost thought he came to work with a fever. He revealed he had feelings for you, listing emotions you made him feel and how special your cheering made him feel back at Slaughter Time, your face grew red with every word, listening intently to his stammering speech, he asked you if you'd be his partner at the end, you smiled fondly at him, saying you felt the same and accepting his request, he was ecstatic, pulling you into a hug again, gently leaning his forehead on yours

→ now that you were dating, you would both walk around the halls of the Tower holding hands or with looped arms, sometimes just hooking pinkies due if the Director was walking around the halls, talking either about life or work as you always did, cracking jokes or anything that could make you smile

→ sometimes when he gets to work earlier than usual and you're not there, he leaves a lil gift at your desk, be it some snacks, lil trinkets he made himself, or whatever he knows you like

→ he puts up small clown performances to try and cheer you up, if it's at work he'll do little juggles with paper balls or just do silly things that could get a laugh out of you, if it's in private he whips out the whole Tricky fit for you and goes as extra as your comfortable with!

→ to him his partner's happiness is his happiness, as long as you're okay and safe he doesn't care what happens to him, which worries you since he's been taking the blows of whatever mistake you accidentally make so Phobos doesn't kill you- since he has a higher chance of being kept alive due to being one of his head scientists and more important to Phobos, with scientists in your grade- Phobos deems you replaceable. You have to give him a light bonk upside the head for him to stop that or else he'll get either demoted or fired and let you deal with the consequences yourself

→ he's a huge cuddle bug, a switch between a little and big spoon, while he likes being held, he loves having you snuggled up to his side/holding you

→ adding onto that, he's a big fan of PDA, likes holding your hand when you're walking together, and just randomly giving you kisses as you pass by each other

→ he has weird ideas sometimes- of course he does- but sometimes you'll be sleeping over at his apartment or him at yours and while you both are about to doze off he just pitches something like "yknow those catgirls from anime? What if they were real?.." "..." You lifted your head up from its place on his shoulder, giving him a look ".. I swear it's not for any of those weird reasons, just wondering how the anatomy and nature would work, yknow? Like would they have the agility of a cat and night vision and stuff? Or would they just be normal grunts with weird ears and a tail?" You hummed, snuggling back into him, a muffled hum leaving your lips

→ kisses with him are very gentle, kisses soft and gentle you can feel all the love he has for you, he has a very soft touch as if you'd break if he's any rougher

→ eventually a few months into your relationship he got the courage to tell you about his.. issue

→ explaining how sometimes he needs to directly inject a substance he found into his bloodstream to keep from going insane because of the dissonance, how he'd need you to run to get the syringes once he showed signs of insanity prominently

→ and like that it was, whenever he began to shake more often and smile more eerily than normal you'd run to get a syringe, even if it wasn't on the point he instructed you to inject it was good to have one on you so you didn't have to run back and forth. Once you forgot to keep one in your pocket and came back with the syringe, he was scratching hard at his jaw, he sighed in relief once he calmed from the 'antidote', giving you kisses and generally being very lovey while you disinfected the scratches. Thankfully you were already at his apartment when he started shaking so the rest of the day you just cuddled, you comforted him as he snuggled up to you

→ as much as it's not his fault his mind is deteriorating slowly, he apologizes every time you or Christoff have to help him keep from harming himself or others, and apologizes for giving you both such stress/anxiety spikes when it happens, you both assure him its okay, he still feels guilty

→ he has humor much like Brandon from the Youtube channel Imbrandonfarris. It's weird but weirdly funny or ridiculous enough it's funny, something like that. He has indeed filled his room with Ballpit balls and you both have indeed gotten lost in it once, then Christoff showed up and was confused about it- even Phobos emerged from the ball pit, none of you know how he got there since Hof didn't let him in, nor did he leave the ball pit since he set it up- Phobos doesn't know either, one second he's in his office, he closes his eye and then he's here-

→ either way, you're always by his side, you help him and he helps you. Through better or worse times.. Hofnarr told you about his and Christoff's plans to take down Phobos, at least to a degree he said he had a hiding place set for you to stay safe while they recked havoc

→ and so when that was to happen, he led you to the hiding place, telling you to lock the door and only open it when you hear the specific knock he made up for you to know it's him, it looked like a small storage room with bed and rations set up for you, as well as some clown equipment, guess that's where he kept his stuff for Tricky, it was also outside of Nexus City, thankfully a good distance from it in an abandoned neighborhood. He said he'd come back soon, you trusted him, giving him a goodbye kiss and wishing him luck as he left, you locked the door after he left.

→ and he did stand for his word, he came back! He was fine, if not a little shakey, he claimed it wasn't the insanity and just adrenaline, believing him- you were still weary about it, he said Christoff told him to look over the city while he needed to resolve some things out of the city. so the weeks past you both(you insisted to go with him) would be gearing up and protecting the city, helping any survivors to stay hidden or fend off any threats you need to kill

→ eventually, Hofnarr was hired by the AAHW to help with the Sheriff's cause as Tricky, which this time Hofnarr insisted you stay home after Hank started fucking around and finding out. He wants you safe, and he won the argument this time, and so you did, Hofnarr sometimes wouldn't come home too late at night, you understood the agent job took a lot of time but it didn't make you worry less for him

→ until one day he didn't come home for a while, leaving you to worry, you were almost going out to find him, mid-gearing up until you felt a shock through your body straight to your head, making you lose balance and hold your head in pain with a groan, hearing loud static in your head and red words flashing in front of your eyes

→ "WHO DIS?" "FRESH MEAT??" "IN CLOWN'S HIDEOUT?!" "INCOMPATIBLE"

→ you heard a small poof to your left and some green glitter float when you looked over, your eyes widened at the zed in front of you, smeared blue and white facepaint, scratched jaw and crazy red eyes, a bleeding gaping hole on its chest and bleeding bullet wounds tainting the so familiar jumpsuit with red shades, the red hair in shape resembling devil horns as it held a stop sign in its hands, it wouldn't. Stop. Shaking.

→ your first instinct was to crawl away a bit until you recognized the clown, "... Hofnarr?..." Your voice is barely a whisper, the clown seemed to pause for a moment, still shaking violently, it blinked, trying to recognize you, you felt familiar... Until it clicked, it perked up, squinting its eyes in a smile as it dropped the sign

→ "[Y/N]!!!" it teleported in front of you with the same green glitter as before, hugging you tight, the static screaming in your head lowered enough that you could think clearly but not enough you wouldn't know its still there, happy words flashing in front of your eyes, all affectionate, but it made your eyes sting, or was that the tears welling up in your eyes? You buried your head on his shaking shoulder, wrapping your arms around him just as tight...

→ it's shaking subsided as it felt your shakey breaths and choked sobs on its shoulder, resorting to changing positions and having you lean against him as he sat against the wall, glitchy purrs and gentle circles on your back with his hand as you cried away, trying to soothe you as much as he's confused as to why you're crying, he just knew to let your get it out before asking what's wrong..

→ nothing hurt more than learning your lover was gone, not only to being a zed but to the insanity too, and you've run out of the antidote recently. You cant get him back, but at least what's left of him is here.. and it seems to remember you so maybe... You lifted your head to look at the clown, he looked back at you, lifting a shaky hand to wipe your tears, giving you a smile with what was left of his lips, speaking of that- he peppered your face with kisses quickly, making you let out a weak giggle before he landed a kiss on your lips, long and loving as he pulled your head with a hand to deepen your kiss, this was still your lover, just- not the ex-scientist you knew before, but he's still there

→ once you separated he leaned his forehead with yours, and you let out another sob, apologizing, "For what? Ya have nothin' to apologize for! I got a little carried away-" he spoke with an inside, not yelling like before, knowing being so close to him with yelling would hurt your ears. he chuckled, placing your head on his chest, thankfully the bloody hole was more down than up.. though the lack of heartbeat and warmth made you tear up again, his green hand playing your hair gently. You let out a shakey sigh and let your eyes close, hoping this would just be a nightmare and you'd wake up with Hofnarr snoring beside you in the morning

→ though deep inside, you knew this was real... this was your new reality, but it's still him... at least he's not completely gone, you'll adapt.. Im sure you will.

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#madcom #madness combat #maskwrites #madness combat x reader #mc hofnarr #madcom hofnarr #dr hofnarr #hofnarr x reader #madness combat hofnarr #madcom x reader #headcanons

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