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pyrepostings · 11 months ago
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Prodigal Son
Free Birds and Fiddlers
cw: referenced past events of the story, including character death and abuse. Polite discussion of Christianity (specifically the story referenced by this chapter's title), mild implied homophobia that gets checked
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Kevin settled himself on the starboard side deck, bringing his knees as close to his chin as he could without losing his balance to the waves, and holding his staff in hand for further aid in not tipping over. He tugged at his hair with his free hand.
The others were port side as far as he knew, likely going below now they were surrounded by water, and would be for some time. While he had agreed to come back to Paradis, he wasn't going to voluntarily be be brought below deck again for anything.
It wasn't long before Julian came around the corner, with two bowls of food in hand. Kevin smirked slightly as the otherwise very dignified man had not quite the sea legs of a sailor, at least Kevin had an excuse for poor balance.
"Do you mind if I join you? I brought lunch."
Kevin nodded, forcing out a "yeah" and re-positioned himself so he could wedge his staff between himself and the wall and took the offered bowl.
Lunch was some kind of cured ham, sauced and seasoned, with bread on the side. They ate in silence, washing it down with a thermos-full of tea. It was an uncomfortable silence, Kevin knowing there was much that still needed to be said, and knowing there was much Julian wanted to say but was afraid of Kevin reacting poorly so soon after the tentative peace was struck.
Kevin figured there were things for him to say too, sooner or later, and so broke it himself.
"I want you to know, Julian, that I'm sorry for hurting you. I shouldn't have. I just... I just didn't know what else to do at the time."
Kevin didn't look at the other man, but he felt him shift to look at him.
"I also want you to know. When we get back, I'll accept whatever punishment you decide for me. Just. Please don't tie me up again. Please." Kevin hid his head in his arms, breathing heavier than he was expecting to at that confession.
Julian was silent for a moment. "I meant what I said, when I told you there wouldn't be a punishment. You have to follow the terms of parole you agreed to, but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
"I know that's what you said but you couldn't have meant it. I know you were just saying that so I wouldn't hurt you more."
"Kevin, I meant it completely. All you have to do is ask to come back and you would be welcomed back with open arms. And you have asked. And so you will be welcomed back. I don't punish for the sake of punishment."
"But I hurt you. I killed Minstrel."
"And I really wish you hadn't. But- you've been punished enough. You weren't in your right mind. Hurting you more wouldn't bring him back, and you choosing to come back is like reviving you from the dead anyhow. I just want you to feel safe again. Why would I push you away now?"
Kevin stared off at the waves before replying. "Is everyone else going to feel that way?"
"I specifically ordered him not to go after you. Both times, in fact. But it was his choice to defy them. And you had made your intentions clear to him after the first. I won't say you were in the right either, but he knew what you were prepared to do, and he went of his own free will anyway. That is the truth, and that is what I will say to anyone who gives you trouble."
"Are you going to make me swear loyalty to you, commander?"
"Mm, I would like it if you did. But I can hardly force you. Either way you would be under my protection. Besides, you already swore loyalty to Elsa all those years ago. No one could argue you haven't served at least a few good years to us. Earned the right to still wear our crest, if you chose to."
"hm. And technically I swore first to Ezran anyway. I renewed my vows to Elsa."
"Exactly, see? You're one of the old guard."
Kevin did feel relaxed by his words, if only slightly. He seemed sincere. He leaned back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes against the sun.
"But I've been gone for so long. Will anyone actually remember that? Or just the crimes I've done?"
"I'll make sure to remind them if they ever forget."
"Thank you, Julian."
The time and silence stretched between them, gently rocked by the waves until Julian spoke again.
"There's something I wanted to ask you, if it's alright?"
"What is it?"
Julian pulled out a file of papers. "I'm sure you know, but part of the agreement to have you released back to us included giving me a copy of your file. Every conversation you had in custody, every note of your actions and whereabouts, of the trial."
"Alright?"
"Would it be ok with you if I read it?"
Kevin huffed. "As if anything in there is a secret?"
"I know, I just wanted to be clear with you. If you don't want me to read it, or any specific part, I won't. I'll throw the whole file overboard right now if you sincerely ask me to."
Kevin arched an eyebrow. "I don't think you'd actually do that. But if you wish to read it, and would truly follow my wishes, you may. I just want you to know... a lot of that- I'm not proud of what you'll find in there."
"I know. That's why I asked."
A particularly turbulent wave sent Kevin off balance, forcing him to extend a hand, and sending a slight shock of pain from where he instinctively extended and put pressure on his wounded leg. He felt a touch at his shoulder which quickly retreated.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. Thanks."
Kevin adjusted slightly, not wishing to fall off balance again but also trying to wrap himself against the cold sea wind as much as possible without the thick woolen cloak he had stubbornly refused. He could feel Julian's eyes on him.
"What?"
"It's just- do you want help?"
Was there an air of smug amusement in that voice?
"No I'm fine."
"You look cold, is all. We can go below deck to get out of the wind-"
"No! No. I'm fine, I don't need to go below deck." Even as he spoke, he could feel the chill setting into his bones in a way he knew he would soon regret not finding a way to ward off the wind.
Julian hummed, clearly not convinced but also having learned his lesson about pressing Kevin about things that weren't an immediate danger to his life. Kevin did notice how Julian let his own cloak open. An invite? It was clearly intentional, from the way he shifted to allow more of the fabric to the side where Kevin sat. He wasn't being slick at all.
Kevin rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"You know, we have these lovely cloaks, handcrafted and specifically designed to protect against the cold which comes with being outside, and not up to much strenuous activity."
Kevin suppressed a smirk, suddenly enjoying the game they were now playing. "I know, I used to wear one. Yours seems to have fallen, right- ah right there."
"Hm, so it has. I barely noticed. That probably means I don't really need it right now. Would you like to borrow it?"
Oh, he thinks he's so cool. Unfortunately Kevin had already decided he wasn't going to wear one of those anymore. "I don't need the whole thing, just a corner, I think." He slid a bit closer to Julian, letting their shoulders touch. "If that's ok."
Julian nodded. "I didn't think you'd want to be this close to me."
"Don't get me wrong. We're not there yet. But- I do miss you. I miss what we used to have. And I am cold."
"Mhm. Alright." Julian threw the side of the cloak over Kevin's opposite shoulder as he snuggled in, pressing his entire side of his body up to Julian's, and tucked a few fingers under his flight harness for security against the rolling waves. He felt Julian shift in a way that seemed to be checking to make sure Kevin wasn't snatching anything off of said harness, but then relaxed back into him.
He was warm. And the way Julian stroked his hair, like he used to, sent a different kind of shiver down his spine.
It was comfortable. Sans the hard wooden floor, and the rocking of the boat, and the gulls cawing-
Kevin pressed his face into Julian's shoulder and neck, just above the collarbone. Why did he ever leave? He could have had this the whole time.
With Julian's hand in his hair, and his own fingers entwined in the other man's harness, mooring him in place, he let himself drift off.
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Julian couldn't be 100% sure Kevin wasn't trying to play him, but if he really did still hate him for what happened, he never had to agree to come back.
Kevin had a long way to go. It was true many of his old comrades turned against him when he had initially lashed out, and most of the rest when news was brought that Minstrel was dead by his hands. And that wasn't to speak of Kevin's personal journey in his own head. Julian knew by now what false peace looks like, how quickly a riptide can pull one under.
But he was hanging on, now. He would have more people than just Julian looking out for him specifically, a whole net this time. People that Kevin helped many years ago. People who were hurt in very similar ways, and maybe that would help more than Julian ever could have done the first try.
For now he smiled at the barely audible snores that started from Kevin. He opened the file still on his lap.
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Eventually, Quinn came around the corner.
"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted some air."
"It's fine. I was just doing some reading." Julian was suddenly very aware of his hand still in Kevin's hair at his shoulder. Aware because Quinn made no secret with the way he looked at him that was what he was referring to.
"He was cold."
"It's warmer, and dryer, inside you know."
"And stuffier, so you've mentioned."
"Eh, true." Quinn leaned against the guardrail. "I guess I just didn't realize, how involved you two were."
Julian quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing! Just that you didn't let on. You've been awfully reserved with that information, before last night I never would have suspected-"
"Allow me to interject, officer. Neither you, nor your crown, is entitled to know every last detail of our relationship. I will state plainly that I plan to uphold the deal I made with your government for his relative freedom, and any involvement with him will not hinder that.
"In addition, while you are coming along to keep his parole, the laws of Paradis are slightly different to those of your home. Not everything outlawed there is outlawed here. Not everything you know to be a sin is considered as such here."
His tone was hard, but diplomatic.
"Right, right, I'm sorry. Commander, I didn't mean it like that."
"Mhm, of course."
Kevin stirred beside him but made no indication he heard anything. Julian rubbed his head softly to coax him back to sleep.
"I guess I just didn't realize until now why you intervened for him."
"I didn't pull him out of a life of incarceration because I'm romantically involved with him, if that's the point you're trying to make."
"So why did you? You broke the policy of isolationism to fight the courts for extradition. For one man."
Julian watched Kevin's face as he rubbed his thumb gently along his scalp. "I've never been Christian, but a long time ago, he taught me some of the stories from the bible. I imagine you're Anglican?"
"Yes, why?"
"Do the stories change much between denominations?"
"Depends. Exact wordings change depending on the exact translation, but the overall stories and messages should stay the same between, say, the king James version and the catholic one."
"Then you should know the one about the son who goes off into the world, squandering all of his father's money. When the famine comes and the son has nowhere to go lest he starve and perish to the elements, he returns home, groveling to his father's feet, not believing he would ever be worthy of forgiveness.
"Instead, he is immediately forgiven. A feast is held in his honor. The father is just glad his son came home.
"Are there truly no obvious parallels here? He asked for help, to return to my side, so of course I would fight for him."
"Well I suppose, when you put it like that."
And at Julian's side, Kevin curled almost imperceptibly closer.
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electricgg · 29 days ago
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Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land
Chapter 2: I Am Not My Body, Not My Mind Or My Brain
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Masterlist Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 (Here!) / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5
Trigger Warnings: Body Dysphoria, Medical Procedures
Heating food is a simple task. Humans have evolved enough through the decades to have invented this precious device called a microwave so that food could heat up faster for consumption. Sure, various studies confirmed that too much radiation on food is not suitable for your health, but people still smoked car batteries while claiming it was good for their anxiety.
Still, Timothy Drake managed to burn his dinner even if Alfred left instructions to leave it for one minute and twenty seconds. 
He could feel the smugness coming from Damian’s spot at the kitchen island, chomping on his food with the refinement of a prince while staring at how Tim scraped his burnt food from the plate into the trash can.
Coffee will do for now. He will not have a meltdown over that diabolical microwave that seems only to burn his food without fail.
“Losing against a machine is beneath you, Drake,” the boy said while glaring at the coffee machine with disgust.
“I'll take it as a divine sign to wait until Alfred comes home. Or I will throw the damn thing out the window.”
Damian scowled. 
‘Leave it to Drake to embarrass the family.’
‘At least it’s on the privacy of the manor. Not like the real embarrassment of the family.’ A cold voice whispered in the back of his mind, making the food in his mouth taste bitter.
It wouldn’t be the first time that she pulled a stunt like that to gather some attention from their father. Damian always kept track of her embarrassing actions (it satisfied him to know that no one could sink lower than the person he supposedly shares blood with), but it would be the first time the police had to be involved. Not even Todd had managed to do that, if we are talking about civilian aspects. 
In his opinion, she needed to stop trying so hard and learn that she would never be on the same level as the rest of them. Too soft. Too weak. Too much of everything and too little of anything. 
There was no way they could be related. Damian refused to be associated with someone who was beneath his intellect, and much less call them his sister. He demanded his father for a blood test after he had lived in the manor for about six months. His father only sighed deeply and denied his request. 
Tt, curse his father’s sensible need to help charity cases.
The chattering from the television transmitted from the room next to the kitchen interrupted his train of thought, chair scraping as he stood up and began washing his dishes.
The main living room of the manor was spacious, a tall ceiling complementing the old-fashioned structure of the dark wallpapered walls and big door windows leading to the backyard field. An L-form black leather couch with a couple of decorative pillows and fluffy blankets folded in the corner was occupied by none other than Cass, who was very focused on the bright screen.
It didn’t take long for Tim to stagger towards the love seat with his cup of steaming black coffee, very proudly showing the ‘#1 Coffee Addict’ engraving on the porcelain. It was a gag gift from Bart, but it was the biggest one he had, so he used it religiously.
Damian stood behind the couch, arms crossed, as the news went on about the recent controversial theme that has been invading every type of communication media. Under any other circumstances, he would have gone down the cave for his late-night training due to not being on patrol. 
But when the item that’s being talked about has been putting even the Justice League on tense negotiations, he’s a bit more inclined to put up with the fake neutral accent from the news reporter just to be more informed.
Mutants.
A bomb that the world is waiting for to blow up.
They’re not old news, but they have been gathering attention in the last few years. Especially in the past three years. 
Mutants have always been a touchy subject. Most of the public confuses them with metahumans due to their similarities, but they couldn’t be any more different. Metas are a recent development compared to mutants. Mutants were born with their ‘gifts’, from physical to mental, while Metas are a result of experimentation or a freak accident that triggered their meta gene. While they share the fact that their powers/mutations manifest under stressful or traumatic situations, mutants have a broad spectrum of possibilities on how their mutation shows up.
Multiple studies have come up with the theory that puberty might be the trigger due to the imbalance of hormones and the unstable emotions that teenagers go through at that age, but it hasn’t been fully backed up because of the high rate of cases of mutations showing up at birth. Too many factors and possibilities exist on how to identify mutants to settle on just one theory.
Which brings the public’s opinion on mutants. 
…People fear. A lot. It’s the basis of survival, the main reason why humans have lived and evolved for centuries. When facing something that qualifies as a threat to themselves, they will respond between their fight or flight instincts. As an evolving species, this has gone from physical needs to a more intellectual field.
Which leads to the public having very violent and strong opinions when it comes to mutants.
So, yeah. A very touchy subject.
“-that brings us to the big question: are mutants able to be controlled, or are we at the mercy of them?” a reporter with way too much blush even for the camera questioned, making Tim snort quietly behind his cup of coffee.
“That’s stupid.”
Damian couldn’t help but agree. And if Cass’s little shuffle was any sign, so did she. It was a very stupid statement.
Can a child with a gun be controlled, or are we at the mercy of them? The news was truly desperate for some pretty faces to get views on their programming.
“With that question in mind, let’s welcome our visitor of the night!” Interrupted a cheery male voice as the screen switched to the other side of the news set. It showed the interview chairs, soft blue chairs occupied by the interviewing reporters on the right side of the screen. On the left side sat the news’ visitor.
He was in a wheelchair, seemingly made of a sturdy material with a thick X formed on the wheels. Blad, thin eyebrows, and a gentle, pleasant expression. Dressed in a brown suit with a dark blue tie. It gave him a very open air, but with a touch of professionalism. He gave a very teacher-like aura. Trustworthy, intelligent, and secure. 
“It is our greatest pleasure to present such an important figure to our interview. We present to you Prof. Charles Francis Xavier. An expert and leading figure in the genetics field, as well as many other scientific fields. It is a great honor to have you here!”
The man chuckled gently at the introduction, dismissively waving his hand over the very flaunting words of the reporter.
“Please, Professor Xavier will suffice. No need for full names here.” His tone was polite and kind, making the atmosphere more soothing after a very bootlicking introduction.
At this point, Damian’s interest was lost. He didn’t need to hear about stuff he already knew about due to all the data and information Drake had engraved into the family’s brain, thanks to Prof. Xavier’s papers on genetics. He could feel Drake’s upcoming debrief on the whole interview during the next meeting, taking notice of how he straightened his back and laser-focused on the TV screen.
As Damian walked away from the living room, the professor’s voice echoed down the halls.
“I’m sure that most people sitting at home are concerned about mutants, but I am here to reassure you that there’s no reason to be so. First, let me explain what the X-Gene is and clarify some assumptions. Shall we?
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“It worries me, Alfred,” grunted Gordon as he sat down behind his desk. The butler followed the action, sitting on the opposite side with a worried frown on his face.
Gordon was waiting for him at the very entrance of the station, not even letting him go through the ridiculous registration process at the front desk where a very tired secretary sat surrounded by messy papers and four empty cups of coffee at her desk. He didn’t utter a word until they went up the stairs towards his office, dodging sleep-deprived detectives and running cops to do their duties.
“She didn’t seem to even recognize where she was walking or who I was.” Gordon began typing into his computer, sighing once he found the file.
“You mentioned Lady (Y/N) had a head injury,” the butler commented. “How grave is it? Is your doctor competent enough to treat her here?”
The underhanded comment was not missed, but he knew better than to take it personally. Gordon has seen at first hand how Alfred could be a deadly force when it came to the members of the Wayne family. Especially when he prided himself on his medical knowledge.
Even more so when it came to Bruce’s youngest daughter. He remembers very well the day the poor girl’s case came to his desk all those years back.
“Dr. Vidal hasn’t given her report yet, she is still waiting for some blood test results.”
That made Alfred switch his attention.
“I believe I am not familiar with her. What happened to Dr. Ramirez?”
“Old man finally retired two months ago and recommended Vidal for his position.” Gordon snorted.
“She has been here for about two weeks. I was expecting her to quit two days in, but she is quite stubborn. Took hold of the morgue and now only leaves to turn in reports or treat suspects and victims.”
“So nursing background? Perhaps Paramedic training?”
“Worse. Emergency Room back at Gotham General.”
That made Alfred grimace internally. He has way too many horror stories dating back to when Thomas Wayne worked at Gotham’s General Hospital. And ER was hell on Earth, as he recalled the multiple visits due to the young masters’ accidents when they were younger, and he didn’t have the proper resources.
“Try the night shifts. Those were adrenaline-inducing.” A womanly voice caught the older men's attention, making them look back at the office door.
Brown, long hair in a ponytail, and soft brown eyes with a strange glint. Tall and long limbs, her black heels clicking as she walked towards the desk. She wore a white coat, black loose pants, combined with a classy deep emerald green shirt.
But what took Alfred’s attention was her expression as she stared at him directly, even while handing Gordon a cream file with documents.
Her lip’s corner was curled in what could be interpreted as smug. But it didn’t feel like it when her gaze assessed him sharply. When they made eye contact, Alfred felt a freezing sensation at the back of his head and ran all over him.
Like cold nails scraping at his skull, gone the moment she took her eyes off of him.
What an unnerving woman. She fit right in this city without a doubt.
“Test results came back negative, but I wouldn’t discard a bacteria or infection in the following days. Aside from the scraped knees and the head wound, no need for stitches. There were signs of a swollen throat and vocal cords, all from vomiting and choking in the water, but at least the risk of water in her lungs is out of the equation.”  
Gordon nodded, typing the report into his computer. He switched the documents around until he found the one he was looking for.
“And how is she responding? Does she know what happened?”
Dr. Vidal exhaled through her nose, a closed smile indicating there was a lot to unpack there.
“She has motor skills and reacts to questions and answers… but she doesn’t know anything beyond her name and someone named Billy. Claims she has to find him.”
That made Alfred’s stomach twist in a knot. This information wasn’t good at all.
“What exactly ‘she doesn’t know anything’ do you mean by?” the butler snapped in, making Gordon look at him and the doctor pick up the file to hand over to him personally.
“She has basic knowledge and quite a personality. But her mind becomes blank when asked about what her last name is, where she goes to school, what happened before the situation, or where her own house is.”
Gordon hesitates for a few moments, giving Alfred some space before asking in a very slow and careful manner. “Are you implying she has amnesia?”
The Doctor sighed, crossing her arms while sitting on the corner of the cabinet attached to the wall behind the desk and looking between the two men. 
“I believe it’s a bit more than that,” she said in a mindful tone. Alfred felt his heart pounding at his chest, but he didn’t interrupt the woman.
Gordon nodded at her to continue, leaning over to listen to her theory.
“Whatever she hit her head with was with malicious intent. I found a couple of cement residues on her wound, and by the form of the injury, it was thrown at her, or someone took hold of her head and hit her with what I believe could be a brick. Did she fall into the water by accident, or was she pushed in? I don’t know. But I think that someone is out for her, and her mind is blocking it as a trauma response.”
The silence in the office went on for long minutes.
Alfred’s mind ran down with the possibilities. Master Bruce had plenty of enemies, both inside and outside the mask. And it wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to go for one of the children. He even remembered trying to talk his master out of microchipping each one of them while they slept, blaming it on his paranoia taking hold of his common sense.
But what puzzled him was that this was (Y/N). The ‘Embarrassment of The Wayne’.
He hated that title. Loathed it to hell and back.
A girl accidentally falls into a fountain on her very first gala, and the media goes nuts and creates a cruel moniker for a seven-year-old. He curls his fingers tightly around the document file in his hand.
The sobs and calls for her mother still make his nerves boil.
Which leads to why she would be a target.
While it made her feel insecure and the object of many cruel jokes and curious looks, it kept her safe and away from any dirty actions to harm her and Master Bruce.
A cruel price to pay for her safety.
“You mentioned another name.” Gordon’s voice took Alfred’s attention out of his head.
“Billy, wasn’t it?” He repeated the name with a frown. He couldn’t recall anyone with that name.
It took both men off guard at the dark look that came over the doctor, the air turning cold in just a few seconds. But it was gone in the blink of an eye. She cleared her throat and straightened her spine.
“Yeah. It could be someone close to her, maybe even the last person she saw before this happened. There are a lot of possibilities, but her mind latched onto the name like a dog with a bone.” 
He tried to search through all the talks he had had with the young miss in the past few weeks and months.
No one named Billy came up in their conversations. Not a classmate. Not even a friend (She didn’t have any. She always calls them classmates.). All that she does is go to school, practice after school, visit the psych ward, and go back home. That’s it.
Before anyone could say anything else, a knock at the door took their attention. Gordon permitted them to enter. A young officer opened the door, his face filled with hesitation.
“Sir, we have an issue in the showers.”
Gordon mutters under his breath while taking off his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes. “What is it now, Perez?”
“Um, it’s the Wayne girl.”
That got everyone standing up, with Dr. Vidal already running out the door towards the showers at the back of the station. The three men were also going a step after her, with Alfred almost catching up to her.
“What the hell happened?” Gordon questioned the poor, nervous guy.
“She broke all the mirrors, sir…”
“What?!”
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Forget riding in a police car with the signal on, taking a hot shower after being in nasty water was the top of best feeling in the world. Fight her on that fact.
The weird doctor was pretty nice. It had been odd at first, being alone with her and the nice police grandpa (he was called Gordon. That’s what she heard the cops call him when they got to the station while he guided her through the halls.). The doctor took care of her head first, putting some stinging spray on the gash to clean any nasty stuff that may have gotten on it. While she continued to check on her body for any other wounds, she asked questions.
Way too many questions. Who knew doctors were this chatty?
When Gordon left to heaven knows where, the doctor seemed to finally relax about the number of questions she threw at her and became quiet.
Which made the ambience awkward.
Which made her start to talk and make it less awkward.
It didn’t work.
Thankfully, the doctor (she grew tired of calling her that so she asked for a name. The woman only looked at her for a bit before saying Rio and go back to write on her file. Such a sociable lady.) didn’t tell her to shut it and just let her talk and talk until she ran out of things to say.
Her skin was vibrating under the still-wet clothes, the uncomfortable sensation making her bounce her legs from her seat on the medical cushioned table. Her fingers were wringing at the white paper beneath her, the crinkling sound breaking goosebumps into her skin.
Then, more personal questions started. But this time, Rio was looking directly at her.
From her full name to where she lived. Even the last thing she remembered before waking up in the nasty pool. It was quite an eye-opening experience, and it left her feeling lost.
Do you know your last name? How old are you? Um, odd. She can’t recall.
What day is your birthday? What does your dad do for a living? …That’s very weird. Birthdays were a funny thing. And her dad was- was a- he was? He was fading, he faded.withthem.he’swiththem.heisgonegonegonegon-
What grade are you in? What is your favorite color?...
Who are your siblings? How many do you have? …justone-
Where is your mother? alivealivealivealivealiVEALIVE-
It was a very tiring experience. Her head was pounding, and she had to close her eyes and lie down for a while. Rio got her some water and pills. Said it was for the headache.
They helped very little. Her fingers continued to tremble around the half-empty plastic cup.
Which was why it was the perfect moment to ask if she could use the showers. Rio blinked at her before rolling her eyes and handing her some sweats and a towel she found in the locker room. 
And that’s how she got her very much needed shower.
As soon as she got inside, she beelined towards the benches and put down the new clothes and stripped out of the nasty, ruined uniform. Then she hauled towards the nearest head shower and stood beneath the hot stream for a while.
Rio told her that while the bandage on her head was waterproof, she would have switch it for a new one after she finished. So she didn’t mind wetting her head.
Throughout the whole thing, her hair hadn’t exactly come to her mind. It wasn’t a priority.
Her fingers got stuck in a few knots that would be hard to get rid of without a brush at hand, so she just tried to get out as much of the moldy smell emitting from her with a bar of soap and a small shampoo bottle that Rio got her. It was a bit hard but not impossible, the scent of pomegranate and rosemary soothing and washing away the nasty gunk of her hair.
She hadn’t realized that she was calm enough to close her eyes and enjoy being clean after all of that fiasco.
A new plan had to be made. Not having a single clue of where she was and only her name and Billy’s was not working in her favor. After this, she had no idea where she could go or turn to. She needed guidance, someone to turn to and tell her what-
This is not her hair.
All of her thoughts came to a full stop. She had looked down to take the strands of hair that got tangled on her fingers. Just a simple action. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But the strands were wrong. It wasn’t her hair.
Black, long strands of hair were going between her fingers. They were forming different shapes and lines on her skin, which led to another thought.
This is not her skin. Those are not her fingers.
The water suddenly felt too heavy on her. She switched it off and ran off, almost slipping on the floor until she reached her towel and wrapped it around her.
This is not her hair. This is not her skin. These were not her fingers.
She gripped the towel, her gaze still focused on the hair strands on her hands. A ringing sound started to sound around her ears—a very far-off sound.
This is not her hair. This is not her skin. These are not her fingers.
She lifted the hand closer, looking at the black hairs while a shuddering breath left her lips. The ringing grew closer and louder. Goosebumps broke out on the skin, and her stomach fell down in a very uncomfortable sensation.
This is not her hair. This is not her skin. These are not her fingers.
One strand of hair was rubbed between the fingertips. Tiny water drops dripped down from it, revealing the natural pattern of the hair. Pin straight. The ringing was just by her ear, not registering any other noise. Her chest was heaving rapidly, heart at her throat, and a cold sweat was going down her spine.
Not her hair. Not her skin. Not her fingers.
…What else wasn’t hers?
A mirror. She needed a mirror. Right now.
Her head moved around in circles, the ends of the wet hair wiping against her back and making a sick feeling go through her body. She took a few steps backward, looking for any type of thing that had a reflection on it.
It felt too long. Her hair was never this long. She was sure of it.
‘There! Corner!’ her mind supplied when a glint of light caught her attention by the corner of her eye.
At one moment, she was by the benches, clothes folded or thrown on the floor and forgotten. At the next, she was standing right in front of the mirror, body trembling as she finally made eye contact with her reflection.
Not even the noise of lockers slamming open by a gust of fast wind snapped her out of her trance.
The facial structure was sharp. Cheekbones specifically. A very distinctive mole stood on the left side of her face, just above the start of the cheekbone. Skin looked pale, almost translucent due to the lack of sunlight. She could see the blue lines of the veins underneath her skin thanks to the white lights of the bathroom.
She looked sick. Very sick. Her mouth was suddenly very dry, making her swallow hard and feeling all senses of wrongness in her chest to the ends of her fingertips.
This was wrong. She was all wrong.
She took a few shaky steps closer to the mirror. Close enough to have hands against the cold surface. Fingers trembling, making a tapping motion as her gaze wandered around the reflection. 
Straight black hair, some heavy knots visibly sticking out around it. It reached halfway down her back. Water stopped dripping down the ends since she made her way to the mirror. The bandage gauze was still attached to the side of her head, no signs of blood on sight, but the material looked a bit inflated due to being soaked.
And her eyes… she only saw a glimpse of cold grey before she slammed her lids shut. Scrunching them hardly until the only thing she could see was white spots around the darkness.
The tapping increased. It moved the glass beneath her fingers.
It was all wrong. She wasn’t supposed to look like this. That wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. She is supposed to look like Billy. She doesn’t have black hair. She doesn’t have long hair. She is not this pale. She is not sick.
The mirror trembled under her fingers.
She is not this tall. She is supposed to be shorter. She doesn’t have these awkward limbs.  She looks like-
…Who was she supposed to look like?
Her mind supplies images, but they are all missing something. Like a magazine that has stuff cut out or ripped away. She sees a house, but the people are gone. She sees a front yard, but the neighbors are gone. A Halloween party, but nobody is on the streets. A children's room, but the beds are empty.
The mirror shakes under the pressure.
An empty house office. A dog bowl with no food. A messy kitchen with no kids. A dinner set at the table with nobody to eat it. A garden with gardening tools lying around. A red sky is coming closer and closer.
A framed picture with a family whose faces are scratched out.
She screams as the mirror explodes under her tapping fingers. 
The shards flew around the place, but not a single one touched her. Some landed on other mirrors, the impact making them shatter. 
She jumped back and landed sitting on the floor, head and heart pounding, as officers entered the place with all the commotion. Someone tried to grab at her, but she flinched and scrambled back until she made contact with the cold wall.
Her ears were ringing. Vision blurry. All she could see were blobs moving around, some farther and others closer. The voices were muffled. Her knees were brought up to her chest, hugging them tightly. Waiting for whatever was happening to pass.
Time was weird. Everything moved either too fast or too slow. Was this what a panic attack was, or was this something else entirely? Either way, she hated it. Hopefully, she would never have to go through it again.
It was then that Rio’s face came into view. The first person her mind managed to register.
She didn’t touch her. She was talking, but the ringing was still going on strong. Rio began to talk to the other people around the room. It actually looked like yelling, but it wasn’t at her, so she was not going to say anything about it.
Then a warm touch came to her shoulder.
This time, she didn’t flinch. It was weird. Her body leaned against it before she turned her head to the side to see who it was. And why she felt so safe and calm out of the sudden.
An old man. Dressed sharply, like that butler in the sitcom about a nanny. Gray hair and a concerned expression on his face. A classic mustache that brought some tears to her eyes, along with a warm feeling that spread from deep in her chest.
“(Y/N), can you hear me?” his accented voice registered through the fading ringing.
Before he could say anything else, she dove into his arms, forgetting that she was only covered by a towel. Sobs and tears stained his clothes. But before any apologies could come out, the man wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he talked to her soothingly. Caressing her head while she continued to cry.
A whisper went on the back of her mind. It was quick and gone in an instant. But she still heard it.
‘Alfred. Safe. Trust him. Only him. Not the family.’
‘Never the family’
“Alfred,” she whispered out loud. The man, Alfred, sighed in relief at hearing her respond.
“It’s alright. You can rest now, my dear. I’ll take care of it.”
She sighed shakily at his words. Eyes slid close. Not to sleep, just calm down for a bit. There was no way she could sleep with all that had transpired in the past few hours.
But I have someone now. I’m not as alone as I thought.
And that was enough for now.
Author's Note: This chapter was a beast to write. It will probably be the only long chapter for a while. I was even thinking of dividing it in two parts but I decided against it. Next chapter we are finally going to see the dynamic with the Wayne, so excited for it because it will be hilarious. Maximoff is about to enter like a tornado through the manor lol. Let me know what you all think, what theories and your favorite part of this chapter you all liked!! Happy early chapter and sending hugs, GG✨
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annievrse · 5 months ago
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roronoa zoro x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: franky's version of the waver from skypiea has everyone excited!!! w/c: 2.2k a/n: happy holidays! this is real this happened to me two days ago on a jetski, so i had to make it zoro because its better to write fanfic about characters than daydream about the impossible irl
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The entrance to the new island is a dramatic sight—towering cliffs rise on either side, their jagged peaks piercing the sky like the spines of some ancient beast. The narrow passage between them is barely wide enough for a small boat, let alone the Thousand Sunny. The dark, churning waters below them add to the sense of foreboding, and the cliffs almost close in on themselves as if daring anyone to enter. Thick vines hang from the rocks, draping down like curtains of green, and the air smells of salt and earth.
To combat the problem of the Sunny being unable to pass through the cliffs, Franky, always ready to rise to the occasion, introduces his latest invention with his trademark flair. With a wide grin, he steps forward and announces the arrival of the seated Waver, a new addition to the Sunny's ever-growing transport arsenal.
When Luffy complained about the old Waver from Skypiea being annoying and having nowhere to sit, Franky took it as a personal challenge. He wasted no time designing something to solve the problem and impress his captain.
The result is a sleek, streamlined Waver with a comfortable seat, sturdy grips, and the perfect balance of speed and stability—a far cry from the old, seatless model. It’s built for comfort and thrill, and it’s clear from the first test ride that Franky’s creation is a hit.
With his usual enthusiasm, Luffy grabs the handlebars from the Sunny's figurehead and practically flings himself onto the Waver.
“My turn!” His infectious excitement fills the air, and before anyone can stop him, he revs the engine, sending water spraying behind him like a wild stallion kicking up dust.
“Careful!” Nami scolds from where she sits on a second one. “Do you want to fall in?”
Luffy just laughs, his signature grin lighting up his face. The Waver is far easier to handle than the old seatless ones from Skypiea, and Luffy’s thrilled with how quickly he’s mastering it.
You lean against the bow, watching the scene unfold, with Robin standing quietly beside you.
“Do you think they’re safe?” You ask her, eyes flicking toward the speeding Luffy. Robin tilts her head, her expression unreadable.
“Franky seems confident,” She replies with a slight shrug.
“Hey!" Nami yells your name. "You joining us or what?”
You glance back at Robin, who gives you a soft, knowing smile. "I'll be fine, go."
You nod and turn toward the sea to find the rest of your crew.
Franky operates a third Waver with Chopper and Brook, and somehow, Sanji ends up on the second with Luffy, his fists white with how hard he's holding onto the seat.
The ladder dangles over the side of the Sunny and into the water, and you look at it with apprehension. Taking a deep breath, you climb over the edge and carefully slip your foot onto the first rope.
The sea breeze hits your face as you reach the bottom of the ladder, the water shimmering under the bright sun. Nami zips before you, her hands firmly gripping the controls and her fiery expression unmistakable.
You jump in the water and swim over to the back of the Waver, climbing aboard and shuffling to sit behind Nami.
“Come on, hurry up!” Luffy shouts over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the water. Sanji winces and squeezes his eyes shut as Luffy hits a wave. “It’s awesome!”
“Ready?” Nami asks, drawing your attention back to her. But before you can answer, you hear a familiar grunt behind you.
“Oi, wait up. I’m not getting on one with the cook," Zoro yells, deep and reluctant.
"Get on this one then," Nami rolls her eyes, not bothering to look back at the swordsman.
You turn to see him standing on the last rope of the ladder, clearly not thrilled by the idea of riding one of Franky’s new contraptions. But true to his word, he’s already swimming toward you. His eyes narrow slightly as he hauls himself out of the water and onto the Waver, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.
“Zoro,” You start, raising an eyebrow. “You really want to ride with us?”
He grunts with his usual grumpy expression in place.
“I'm not getting on with the cook," He repeats, disgust painting his features. His gaze lingers on your face, though, and then he looks away.
You laugh. “Fine, but you’re sitting behind me."
Zoro's expression darkens, and he mutters something under his breath.
"Hurry up," Nami snaps. "Luffy's almost there."
With that, he awkwardly steps behind you, leaning slightly against your back as he settles into place, his hands gripping the sides of the Waver. You can feel the nervousness radiating from him, his posture stiff as he adjusts to the unspoken closeness.
His leg muscles press against yours, and the five-inch inseam shorts he chose to wear does nothing to stop the heat rising to your face.
Nami, noticing the restlessness building between you two, grins cheekily.
“Aw, look at this,” She teases, her voice dripping with amusement. “Zoro, you’re gonna sit right there?"
Zoro stiffens behind you, his grip on the Waver's sides tightening.
“Shut it, witch,” He growls. "Where else am I gonna sit?"
She glances over her shoulder at Zoro and winks. “You two look like you’re having fun together. How’s the view from back there, Zoro? I bet you’re really enjoying yourself.”
You feel Zoro’s body go taut with irritation, but before he can snap back, Nami revs the engine, the Waver surging forward and pulling you into motion. His thighs press more firmly against yours with the movement, the sudden closeness sparking a familiar feeling in your chest.
“Hold on!” Nami calls out, laughing as she steers the Waver expertly through the waves.
The wind whips past you as Nami expertly maneuvers, the thrill of the ride and Zoro's breath in your ear quickening your heartbeat. The ocean spray hits your face, and the waves beneath you shift unpredictably, sending the Waver swerving.
Suddenly, you hit a particularly rough patch, and the Waver tilts sharply, throwing you off balance. You instinctively reach for the Navigator before you, but your hands slip off her wet shoulders.
For a split second, the surface of the Waver is disappearing under you—you’re going to fall in.
You yelp, your body leaning dangerously to one side as the Waver tilts further, the sharp spray of seawater splashing into your face. You can feel yourself losing traction, your heart racing as you flail to stay steady.
And then, in a flash, you feel a strong hand grip your waist, yanking you back toward the centre of the Waver.
The warmth of his hand on your waist is immediate and intense, his fingers digging into your sides to steady you as his other arm wraps around you to pull you upright. For a moment, it feels like everything has frozen, the world narrowing to the feeling of his hands on you, your back pressed into his chest. The movement of the Waver makes it hard to focus, but you can feel Zoro’s presence behind you—his body tensed, his breath sharp against your ear as he fights to keep both of you from falling.
“Gotcha,” Zoro growls, his voice low but steady, his hand holding you firm. "Easy."
You instinctively grip his forearm for support, your heart thudding louder. The contact feels uncomfortably intimate, but the shock of nearly falling off the Waver keeps you from dwelling on it for too long.
As the watercraft straightens out, your exhale is shaky, and your heart is still racing.
"Everyone okay?" Nami yells over the waves. You nod, though she can't see.
“I mean, it's nice to know that Zoro's got your back—literally,” She says, her tone playful but laced with that unmistakable edge of teasing. “Don’t let him get too comfortable, though, or he might not want to let go.”
Zoro doesn’t remove his hand from you despite Nami's taunts. His fingers linger at your waist, his grasp firm. You can feel the apprehension in his body—he’s not letting go until he’s sure you’re steady. You’re acutely aware of how close you are to him, the heat of his body at your back, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, his thighs pressed devastatingly hard against yours.
"Thanks," You whisper, patting his arm. Zoro retracts his hand and returns to holding onto the Waver. He mutters something unintelligible, his face flushing, but his body stays rigid behind you.
The island looms ever closer, and as you draw near the jagged cliffs that line the entrance, the air seems to thicken with anticipation, the excitement of finally reaching this new land mingling with the salty tang of the sea.
Nami expertly steers the Waver towards a narrow rock formation near the shore, already slowing to a stop. You can feel the anxiety of the ride dissipate, though the awkwardness of the previous moments between you and Zoro still hangs in the air. You prepare to jump off, the icy water enticing you.
You start to slide off the Waver, but as your foot lands on the rocky shore, a sudden surge in the water throws you off balance. Before you can react, Zoro’s hand shoots out, gripping your arm and pulling you back toward him with surprising force.
“Careful,” He says gruffly, his hand on your waist again.
You glance up at him, surprised by his reflexes.
Zoro, looking as stoic as ever, just gives a small grunt. “You were gonna fall. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
But his hands don’t immediately leave you. He’s still steadying you, his body heat radiating through the thin fabric of your clothes. You can feel Zoro's hot breath on your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin despite the hot sun beating down on you.
Nami, already dismounted with practised ease, glances back over her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth. “Zoro, you’re really good at catching people today, huh?”
Zoro shoots her an irritated look but doesn't say anything, his grasp on you finally loosening.
"Thanks," You say again, your voice softer than intended. Your fingers brush his, and he grunts in response, not quite meeting your eyes.
“Don’t mention it. Just don’t fall next time.”
You giggle, hand swatting his bicep. "I wasn’t planning on it."
"C'mon!" Nami laughs, ignoring you and Zoro.
You follow her up onto the rocky shore, casting one last glance at Zoro. Despite his gruff exterior, there's something about how he held you that lingers, something warm and steady.
“Luffy! Slow down!” Sanji yells, his voice tinged with genuine panic. You turn back to the ocean.
Nami chuckles at the sight, standing beside you on the rocky shore, arms crossed with a knowing smirk. “Sanji’s gonna have a heart attack if Luffy keeps this up."
You watch Luffy, grinning ear-to-ear, utterly oblivious to the disaster he's creating.
“This is awesome!” Luffy shouts, steering the Waver even harder as if trying to defy gravity. His excitement is infectious, but it's clear to everyone except him that he's about two seconds away from crashing.
“Luffy, we’re gonna sink!”
“We're fine, Sanji! Don’t be such a baby!” Your captain's voice rings back over the waves, carefree and completely unfazed.
Zoro’s eyes follow the scene for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. He uncrosses his arms and steps closer to you and Nami, his movements easy and relaxed.
“Luffy’s gonna be Luffy,” Zoro says, the irritation in his tone softened by something almost resembling fondness.
You look at him, noticing the shift in his expression. The awkwardness from earlier, the lingering, unspoken tension between you, is nowhere to be found. It’s like that invisible wall has crumbled without you needing to speak.
Nami, still grinning from ear to ear, turns to Zoro with a smirk.
“You're not worried?” She teases, her eyes glinting with mischief.
He snorts, rolling his eyes at her. “If I were worried every time Luffy did something stupid, I’d be dead by now.”
You chuckle softly, the sound of it carrying in the open air. "Aren't you glad you got on our Waver and not his?"
He glances at you with that typical deadpan expression, but there’s a faint glimmer of something softer in his eyes—maybe humour, maybe something else. But when his gaze drifts down your body, you feel your face heat up again.
“Tch, what do you think?” Zoro mutters, but there's a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth now.
You nudge his shoulder, an easy laugh falling from your lips.
Maybe the island ahead is full of surprises, but for now, standing next to Zoro—his presence beside you, the crew doing what they do best—you feel like everything's exactly where it’s supposed to be.
Even if Luffy's about to take out half the coastline.
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livelaughloveluffy · 7 months ago
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just the two of us - black leg sanji
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a/n: (this totally isn't my comfort bedtime dream scenario at all......idk what you're talking about...) just a little sanji x reader fic!!! sorry, no proofreading here, if you see anything, no you didn't 😭💀
a/n: also spoilers for book one of the mistborn trilogy, the book, im talking about in the fic was book two (since im currently reading it at the moment)
summary: you and sanji have the sunny to yourselves while everyone explores the island you stopped at!
nothing but fluff here 💗
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its not often you have the sunny all to yourself, and quite frankly its a time you cherish. everyone had been getting a bit of cabin fever on your long voyage, and decided to take a pit stop at the closest island.
nami and robin have been dying for some more pieces for their wardrobe. luffy, whose always overzealous for some exploration needed no convincing to jump off the ship the second it docked, practically begged zoro for some company in his shenanigans, brooke left tragically stuck with them to make sure the two of them didn't get lost or start a fight. chopper wanted to look for a particular medical book. and usopp and franky wanted to gather materials for all their inventions. sanji always enjoyed looking at local cuisines to find new ingredients and also stock up on things he's almost out of.
which left you, the only one willing to stand guard on the sunny. not that you minded, a quite ship was the perfect time to relax on the deck, stretched out on a lounge chair, book in hand, enjoying the warm sun, sea breeze, and the sounds of the waves as you read.
•♡•
you weren't sure how much time had passed, since you had gotten so absorbed in the story. but it wasn't until you heard some faint footsteps behind you that you practically jumped out of your skin, slamming your book closed and turning to see who had stepped foot on the sunny.
"sanji! oh thank god... its just you. you scared the shit out of me!!" you yelled at him. the blonde cook looks at you with an adorable smile and replies "sorry, mon amour! i didn't mean to frighten you. i finished early with all the grocery shopping and figured i would head back here to put them away. must be a really good book you're reading, i tried calling your name so i didn't scare you but i guess you didn't hear me."
"really? i didn't hear you at all.." your cheeks suddenly heating up, a bit embarrassed he had caught you off guard.
"you're fine, mellorine!! i'm going to get these to the kitchen now!" he said, with a slight chuckle, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"oh, yeah!! of course! go do your thing! i'll be here!"
•♡•
you go back to your book, finding the page you stopped at by the grace of god herself, but this time making a conscious effort to pay a bit more attention to your surroundings. the sound of pattering footsteps again sound behind you, seemingly coming closer to you.
you turn around to sanji, with a delicious looking fruity drink in hand. he breaks the silence first by saying "mon amour, may i offer you like this pineapple strawberry lemonade? as a peace offering for scaring you." with a slight blush growing on his cheeks, you instantly felt a little weak, how could you say no to him?
"you're lucky that strawberry lemonade is my favorite, and that the drink looks absolutely divine" you replied, a clear empty threat given the blush on your face as well. he smiled and happily obliged handing the drink over to you. "anything else i can get you? maybe a snack?" he offers.
you pause for a second. "....i wouldn't mind some company. if you have the time for it."
sanji, who definitely wasn't expecting that response choked a bit on the his cigarette smoke, taking a small moment to collect himself he answers "i have the time... i wouldn't want to interrupt your book though. what's it about anyways, it must be super interesting to hold your attention like that."
the sudden reminder of your book, which had totally slipped your mind since sanji returned came rushing back to you "oh! it's super interesting actually!! basically, this girl was able to take down this tyrant ruling over her city, but is now left with the fallout of a government without a leader. her love interest the most logical choice to take the throne, she's more of a fighter than a leader, is now faced with lords trying to siege their land and...." sanji's quiet chuckle stopping your info dump, making you a bit embarrassed and self conscious for getting carried away.
but for some reason the way his sky-blue eyes glowed when he looked at you made you blurt out the following "i can read it to you, if you want..."
with a wide smile, he sat down next to you and said "i would love that"
•♡•
the lounge chair was a bit small for the both of you to sit on it, forcing you a bit closer than you had anticipated, which was a problem.... sort of..
unlike nami and robin, you didn't really find sanji off-putting, annoying, or creepy. you actually found him to be quite charming.
with his fluffy golden blonde hair and the way it rested against his forehead covering his right eye, his slim but muscular build, those ocean blue eyes you could drown in, was really just the beginning of the list of all the things you loved about black leg sanji. thats not even mentioning his passion and kind heart.
so the problem was, on this too small for two people lounge chair, that you're hanging on the edge of to avoid physical contact with a guy you've definitely been pining some feelings for, but were too anxious to actually be that close to him.
the lack of thought about the practicality of your suggestion made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out of it.
sanji, being the gentleman he is, was doing his damn best to not touch you, despite the space of the chair actively fighting against him. "are you comfortable, mellorine?" he asks, not looking too comfortable himself.
are you really going to run from this opportunity to cuddle up to sanji?
"um... yeah.. i'm-" but before you could get out the word comfortable, the wind had shifted and the sudden chilling breeze made you practically jump into sanji's lap for warmth burying your face into his chest.
it took .2 seconds to register what had just happened and .5 seconds to decide to just roll with. "i am now" you reply, pulling yourself a little bit closer to him as you can finally begin reading your book aloud to sanji.
•♡•
for a moment, you believe you had died and went to heaven. the warmth and closeness of sanji, his arms had wrapped around your body in attempts to shield you from the cold, had you practically enveloped and dissolving into him. he smelled like sandalwood, cigarette smoke, and rosemary, definitely an odd combination but one that suited him so well and surprisingly complimented each other.
whenever you had the chance to catch his eye at the end of a chapter, or whenever he asked a clarifying question to better understand the plot, you couldn't help but swoon over his genuine interest in you and your hobby.
chapter after chapter flew by and it wasn't until you heard a familiar voice that you stopped dead in your tracks, "ah!! you'll never guess i found the cutest-" nami had begun to call out to you until she spotted a certain someone's blonde hair precariously close to you. "um... what are you two doing?"
"oh! i was talking to sanji about my book, and he seemed really interested in it so i offered to read it to him, then it got super chilly and um..." you frantically explained, nami's raised her eyebrow at you both, mainly because she didn't remember you mentioning you had a thing for sanji but also slightly suspicious of the cook's intentions. however, the rapidly appearing bright blush flushing your cheeks quelled those suspicions. "okay, um... carry on then.. sorry to interrupt.. i- i'll show you the top later" she said, obviously awkward especially since she felt like she killed the vibe for you both.
as nami walked away, you could see usopp beginning to board the sunny again. sanji had seen this as well and suddenly called out "wait, nami, what time is it?"
"its about 4:30"
at her response, sanji started slowly untangling himself from you and getting ready to stand up "oh putain, i totally lost track of time, i need to start prepping for dinner. i can totally see how you can get lost in a story like that, im kinda bummed we couldn't finish it.... i was really starting to get into it" he said, relighting his cigarette, since he put it out earlier not wanting to smoke so close to you.
"maybe we can do it again..." you quietly offered.
"i'd enjoy that a lot, mon amour" he replied with a smile, as he turned away to head back to the kitchen.
and how you'll long for the next time it'll be just the two of you...
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a/n: in my universe, of course god is a woman 😌 who else deserves such devout worship? 😌😌😌
a/n: i also stand by the headcannon that when sanji swears, its in french so thats what that is
a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!
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efy727 · 2 months ago
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Role Swap AU: Susie and Taranza
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Hey, hey, hey, new roleswap au!
Ok, ok. I finally decided to post this. This thing is being in the works since 2023. I originally kept it to myself as I perfected the designs and story (and got swept away by other projects...) but here it is: My Kirby Role Swap Au!
It started out with just the idea what if THESE TWO swapped roles. Triple Deluxe and Planet Robobot are some the most thematic heavy games, gardens and technology, fairytales and sci-fi, a kingdom and a company.
I kind of goes against my usual patterns, I usually show off main characters first, but I think this duo represents better my vision. I'll slowly showcase other characters whenever I get the chance.
Anyway, let me elaborate in my au versions of these characters.
Taranza:
A young inventor from a distant planet and a rather recent hire of Sectra Labs Inc., a company that specializes in biotechnology and bionics, that is genetic manipulation and mechanical enhancements. This company explores the universe to harvest new specimens for their experiments. In their travels, Taranza hopes of reuniting with an old friend.
When thinking about this au, I didn't want things to be just changing roles, but also a few story details and how they play out. So, I made SLI a bio tec company instead of a robotics one.
Taranza, then, doesn't use magic but his own inventions (he doesn't have any genetic alterations as he is new). I drew how electricity just bolts from his gloves, he also has invisibility and a sticky solution he can shoot. I also gave him these expressive goggles just because I like those.
In story, he is a bit peeved about having to deal with the interloper in his first planetary harvest trip; but we also get to see a dorkier side of him as he gushes about what he or the company has made to deal with the pink pest, I'm thinking Varian from Tangled.
But also, as the plot moves, he grows concerned about how intrusive the harvest process actually is as he joined for a legit interest of helping improving lives using processes of nature, like Joronia used to do. Oh, the pain he will find in the end.
Susie:
Through the islands of Crystalia descended a mysterious lady who captured Lord Meta Knight, but why? Whatever her mission is, she won't tell. Yet it's clear she will use any tricks to not let anyone get in her way. With her magic crystal, she can control the elements.
Oh Susie, Susie, Susie. I had this long conundrum. Ok, Tanzy has mechanical enhancements to replace magic, but in a way different to how Susie uses tech (it wasn't always like that); but how do I do something similar to Susie?
I came up with the wand, but that wasn't enough. This came up to me recently, but what if she could just create elemental armor around her? Something like how certain character does in Ninjago Dragons Rising; but is wind, is water, it can be anything! She does have other things too, like her crossbow.
She is a woman on a mission, but this time is Crystalia instead of Floralia. I wanted something natural and pretty, but that kinda aligns better with the characters involved. Kirby still has to climb the Dreamstalk using Sunstones, though.
Opossed to Taranza, Susie seems to have some sort of secret plan. She is less chatty, acts more somber. Could it be related to her being a wanted fugitive by the kingdom?
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Ok, this winded up longer than intended. I hope you find my idea interesting. I'll get to more entries when I can, might drop at random days, I have other projects I want out. Could look up "EFY's Kirby role swap au" to find more entries... or just follow me (・・。)ゞ
Thanks for taking some interest!
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ROUND 4, MATCH 1!
All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut
The Baudelaire Orphans (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
The epitome of orphans, they’re the best
“I’m having a very terrible childhood right now”-Klaus
The story deadass begins with them being told that their parents died in a fire and that they're orphans now. They then bounce from guardian to guardian who tend to always meet a gruesome fate at the hands of Count Olaf. Not only have they been orphaned once, but have been orphaned multiple times and are called "The Baudelaire Orphans" by not only characters in the book but by the narrator himself. They're called "The Baudelaire Orphans" so many times that it might as well be a defining character trait of theirs, and honestly it sort've is. The series doesn't even end with them finding a home or guardians of any kind, it ends with the Baudelaires fate being completely ambiguous with them literally sailing away from the island they were stranded on in the final book (yeah this series is quite the journey, I highly suggest it). These poor three kids are probably the most orphaned kids of all time since their orphaned in a new way almost every book and they deserve at least one win in their unfortunate tale.
These guys are like the poster-child of orphaning, we open the series with them finding out that they're orphans and also have no access to their money so now they hop around from place to place from weirdo caretaker to another weird/crazy/murderous caretaker and it's all fun and games and murder and decieving and surviving and thriving and---my point is, these three are a wonderful trio of siblings who love and rely on one another through all their trials and tribulations.
Literally every single one of their problems come from being orphans. They’re continually referred to as orphans and the plot of the first half of the series is them being shuffled around to guardians.
These kids are so orphaned they never even get a found family outside themselves. At least most stories featuring orphaned kids see them fulfill some sorta epic destiny or have them find a new home or set of loved ones of sorts. The Baudelaires? They're thrown from one fucking failure of a home into the next, ignored, hunted, etc.. It's been years but like, even in the end, they still have to set sail alone. As individual characters, they aren't bad either. Violet's the dependable big sister who's knack for inventions comes in handy, Klaus is a well-read chap and Sunny is a lovely gremlin. They make a good trio.
Every single guardian they try to obtain throughout the series turns out to be someone who wants the large inheritance left for them and is willing to do whatever it takes to get it.
They basically fend for themselves the whole series when no adult will listern to them. The whole series is them being resourceful and clever the whole series despite the misfortune. Violet is a brilliant inventor, Klaus reads and collects knowledge, and Sunny learns to be a good cook over the series
their parents die tragically in a fire and then everything awful proceeds to happen to them
I haven't read these books in years but if any orphans deserve to win a smackdown it's these fools, they are constantly in the trenches in those books goddamn. Also that baby is like a shredder they have that on their side, I think that beast literally solo'd a snake?
(This one was specifically for Klaus, but I'll put it here still) He and his sisters being orphans is kinda the point. As in many books, it's the trigger for them to change lives and navigating hardships. The thing is, their hardships just grow worse and "unfortunate" (read "dreadful") events keep happening to them as they stick together instead of the story getting better. Klaus and Violet become Sunny's subtitute parents and get through their more and more miserable lives together keeping hope things would eventually get better
Arguably more famously orphaned than Bruce Wayne, if not for how their story happens while they’re orphaned children versus an orphaned adult. Definitely have the most famously tragic post-orphaning story. All three are incredibly brilliant in their own way, including the literal baby. Pursued relentlessly by the leader of a maniacal theater troupe and letdown by a slew of adults, so it’s all the more impressive how amazing they each turned out to be. Book series was so good it got turned into a pretty great movie and then a successful TV show years later. Also can’t forget how these three are orphaned repeatedly as the distant relatives who take them in get killed off in increasingly inventive manners. Let’s be honest, ain’t no characters out here orphaning like the Baudelaire orphans.
this series taught me so many cool words and phrases and I love each of the 3 main characters so much
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny are peddled from caretaker to caretaker over the course of 13 books, always being chased by the evil Count Olaf who wants to steal the Baudelaire fortune that the children are meant to inherit once they reach a certain age.
Spoilers ahead, the Baudelaires siblings story starts with them going from being the Baudelaire kids to the Baudelaire orphans, after their parents pass away in a mysterious fire. But they arent the only paternal figures that they lost, they go from tutor to tutor, almost all the good ones dying in front of them, and even the ones that survive at first their future is uncertain since the last time the kids see them they are blindfolded in a burnind building, and we never found out who make it out alive and who didnt. Even the main villian, Count Olaf their first tutor, and the only constant adult in their life after their parents death ends up dying in front of them. These three are orphans ten times over.
They are THE orphans. They have lost not only their parents but multiple guardians that they went to live with as well.
They're THE Orphans. The childhood book orphans we all read, Orphans Prime if you will. They lose their parents, every caregiver who's ever kind to them, then say fuck it and live on a deserted island on their own to raise themselves abd fully embrace their orphan status. On the island, they learn their parents survived the shipwreck then died again - double orphaning even.
OH MY SWEET LITTLE CHILDREN THAT FUELED MY LOVE FOR READING AND THE MACABRE Violet- Won her first of many invention competitions when she was five with an automatic rolling pin (comprised of a window shade and six pairs of roller skates). Extremely innovative and genius, foiled by her kindness to others. And she knows how to make a Molotov cocktail. Klaus- Absolute monster of a bibliophile, conducts research for fun, and has a photographic memory. He is known to want nothing more than "a good book, a comfy chair, and the warm glow of a reading lamp". He also is a Herman Melville fan, which is points for him in my book. Sunny- Most people know her only for her penchant for biting, but Sunny is a distinctly distinguished character. She has sharp wit (as long as you can read it through her babbles), her poker skills are phenomenal for a baby, and she has quite the knack for cooking! Also yeah, the teeth. She climbed an elevator shaft with them once.
They are constantly going through it, give these kids a break for real
Mina Murray/Harker (Dracula)
IIIIIIII Loveeeeeeee Herrrrrr, she's learning shorthand, she's the group scribe, she writes in her diary about her and lucy seeing cows on a walk, AND she's a train fiend. She's everything to me fr
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'…Paul McCartney was such a fan of Dominic Behan’s ‘Liverpool Lou’ that he recorded it with the Scaffold'
(Liverpool - Wondrous Place by Paul Du Noyer, 2002; Part (I), (II), (III), (IV), (V), (VI), (VII), (VIII), (IX), (X), (XI), (XII), (XIII), (XIV), (XV), (XVI), (XVII), (XVIII), (XIX), (XX), (XXI), (XXII)
Q: “Liverpool Lou” was another massive hit for The Scaffold. That is linked with the recording of the McGear album. A: It was. The BBC telly wanted The Scaffold to do a sketch with the actress, Rita Tushingham and Derek Guyler. They said “Can you sing the song for us? I couldn’t come up with a song. I was working with our kid and Wings in Strawberry and said “Have you got any ideas for a Scaffold song? I’m doing this telly.” He said “Oh, you wanna do Liverpool Lou.” I said “No, it is too folky, too Spinners.” He said “No, just listen to it.” It was very old and had been around for centuries in Liverpool. I had forgotten how it went and certainly didn’t know the words. I said to BBC telly people “Could you get me a song called Liverpool Lou?” They sent me two versions. One was by Dominic Beehan and the other was by Delaney and Bonnie. Scaffold tried to trad arrange ‘Liverpool Lou’ but Dominic Beehan had got to it before us and copyrighted it. He got all the writing credits and all of the money for Liverpool Lou. The other version by Delaney and Bonnie was absolute magic. Our kid heard those two opposites and said “You want to go in the middle there.” He did it, he made that song. That is just Wings with in the middle of ‘Liverpool Lou’, a 10CC gizmo. That’s the weird sound in the middle. Q:The Godley and Creme invention. A: That’s right. It’s hard to play but I think our kid played it. Norm Yardley does the gob iron on Liverpool Lou, I was with him the other night. Nice track.
(Mike McCartney / McGear – The Strange Brew, 2016)
Scaffold’s latest single ‘Liverpool Lou’ released on May 3rd on the Warner Bros. Label. Record No. K 16400. It’s an old song, credited to Brendan Behan’s brother, Dominic. Paul produced and arranged it. In the middle there’s a gizmo solo, it’s a new instrument invented by Lol Creme and Kevin of 10CC, who partly own ‘Strawberry Studios’. There are only two gizmos in the world.
(From Wings Fun Club newsletter N°1, 1974)
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou Why don't you behave just like other girls do? Oh why must my poor heart keep following you Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou When love is pleasing, and love is teasing And love is a pleasure, when first it is new love And as it grows it older, and love it grows colder And that fades away, love, like the morning dew <…> When I go out walking, I hear people talking School children playing, I know what they're saying They're saying you'll grieve me, that you'll deceive me Some morning you'll leave me all packed up and gone <…> Sounds from the river Keep telling me ever That I should forget you Like I never met you Please tell me their songs of Was never more wrong, love Please say I've been gone, love To my Liverpool Lou
Another song where Paul used a Gizmo - I’m Carrying
McCartney originally recorded the song accompanied by just his acoustic guitar during the London Town sessions aboard the stern of the yacht Fair Carol in the Virgin Islands on 5 May 1977. In December 1977, he overdubbed orchestral strings and he also overdubbed his own playing of an electric guitar using a Gizmo. The Gizmo is a device invented by 10cc members Kevin Godley and Lol Creme, which allows a guitar to be played by vibrating the strings rather than plucking them. (x)
By dawn's first light I'll come back to your room again With my carnation hidden by the packages I'm carrying, something I'm carrying something for you Ah, long time no see baby, sure has been a while And if my reappearance lacks a sense of style I'm carrying, something I'm carrying something for you I'm carrying I'm carrying, can't help it I'm carrying I'm carrying something for you
People say, ‘What does this song mean?’ and I say, ‘Well, it’s up to you.’ It can mean a million things. What am I carrying here? I kind of make it clear that it’s packages. So I’m like Dapper Dan, with my carnation hidden by the packages. I’m bringing presents for you, I’m carrying something for you, but also, when a woman is having a baby, she’s carrying. There are a couple of other meanings that rule themselves out. One is carrying a gun. Another is carrying drugs. One meaning that might have a little traction is the idea of one person ‘carrying’ a band, with the others riding on the coattails. I’m not even sure about that. I’m just playing with the word ‘carrying’. It’s a very ambiguous little song, but that was the sort of freedom of Wings, to do something a little bit ambiguous. It’s been suggested that this song sounds Lennon-esque. I’d admit to it if it were, but to me it sounds more McCartney-esque: just the little voice. I couldn’t imagine John doing quite such a little voice. But you know, if it’s seen as Lennon-esque, that’s no great problem. We did learn how to write songs together, after all.
(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics, 2021)
The Tuesday and Wednesday sessions [February 18-19, 1975, New Orleans when John didn'tt come] were spent fleshing out ‘Spirits of Ancient Egypt.’ Paul added Moog and Gizmo guitar, Linda recorded synthesized string swells, Joe added gong at the start of the track, and Alan O’Duffy recorded the sound of a telephone busy signal, to be used at the end of the song. Finally, the whole band, plus O’Duffy, gathered around a microphone to overdub the song’s rich vocal harmonies.
(The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
We knew George Melly from Liverpool. George was a very posh Liverpudlian, and he used to be the vocalist with a band called the Merseysippi Jazz Band. He was a very nice man, flamboyant, slightly eccentric. He had a big collection of paintings by René Magritte, the Belgian surrealist. In the seventies I was very into surrealism too, and Magritte in particular. It goes some way to explain the wacky nature of some of these songs. I always thought I didn’t do quite enough with the title. ‘Spirits of Ancient Egypt’ could have been intriguing and mystical, yet I somehow went the opposite way. ‘You’re my baby / And I love you / You can take a pound of love / And cook it in the stew.’ There are very lyrical moments ‘Spirits of ancient Egypt / Shadows of ancient Rome’ . . . ‘Echoes of sunken Spain’ – all great epic legends, but then set against those moments you’ve got just a love song. It’s the ordinary pitched against the extraordinary.
(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present, 2021)
<…> I'm your baby do you love me? I can drive a cadillac* across the Irish sea – but when I've finished doing that I know where I'll want to be Cos I'm your baby, and you love me. Spirits of ancient Egypt Shadows of ancient Rome Spirits of ancient Egypt hung on the telly hung on the telly hung on the telephone…. <…> Spirits of Ancient Egypt Echoes of sunken Spain Spirits of ancient Egypt Hung on the phone – a –hung on the Phone a-hung on the phone …again… **
*Cadillac - first association - Elvis' gold-plated Cadillac ("We’d once heard that Elvis Presley had sent his gold-plated Cadillac on tour, and we thought that was just brilliant. So we thought, ‘We’ll make a record, and that’ll be our gold-plated Cadillac.’" - in The Lyrics)
Also it's funny: I'm your baby <…>I can drive Cadillac - Baby you can drive my car
**a telephone busy signal = Call Me Back Again (was written in the spring of 1974 in Los Angeles after reconnecting with John, recorded 3 and 6 February 1975 in New Orleans: February 6 John phoned Sea Saint Studio and told Paul that he had moved back to the Dakota on February 3)
And the fact that Yoko Ono selected 'Liverpool Lou' on Desert Island Discs in 2007 as the song John had sung to Sean as a lullaby: 'Her third pick was the Irish poet Dominic Behan’s ‘Liverpool Lou’ which was a lullaby. Introduced to the song by Lennon, Ono reminiscence, “I don’t know why but one day John, in England, sang ‘Liverpool Lou’ and said ‘Isn’t that beautiful?’… And when Sean was born, he would just sing this song until Sean went to sleep almost every night.”'
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The turkey has been eaten, the leftover pies have been claimed, and the 🎄 is up!
In honor of this new upcoming holiday, please disclose your headcanon (in Resonant or another verse of your choice) for what Jon and Rhaegar's first present(s) to Daemon are, and how Daemon reacts to being given presents by his sons. 🥰
You're ahead of me, my tree goes up tomorrow. 😅
Oooh, I do have plans already for Jon and Rhaegar gifting Daemon presents for his name day in Resonant, so I think I'll do Reverberate instead!
So obviously they can't really do anything complicated or fancy until they're a little older, but I could see the 3-4 year old twins working with Rhea to make/pick something for him.
Rhaegar would want to find pretty things for him to put in his hair, like colorful/beautiful silk ribbons, and they have a family braiding party, where Rhaegar gets to do the braiding, in which he invents a new style. Rhea and Jon are not spared!
Jon loves gifting experiences (a la Rhaegar's picnic), so he works with Rhea to find a special destination to go on dragonback that Daemon would enjoy. Perhaps an interesting island north of the coast?
Daemon has a meltdown (in a good way) over how sweet their gifts are. He gets to braid Rhaegar's hair and Jon with braids is the cutest and Rhea with braids isn't unusual, since she often goes for a single braid or pinned-up braids when she's hunting or being lordly, but seeing her with Valyrian braids is new and interesting!
And with Jon's, it's just the treasure of having a carefree day with them, in a place that he hasn't been before, so they get to adventure together and discover the beauties of the chosen island. (Rhea did vet it beforehand for danger.) Many games of chase, and foraging berries, and jumping into a pond to cool down, and Jon sneaks wooden training swords into Caraxes's saddlebag so there's a family sword fight.
For their first "real" gifts (maybe when they're 6ish?), Rhaegar absolutely writes a song about Daemon and Caraxes and Jon "makes" a dragonglass dagger for him under the supervision of Runestone's master smith, because sure, Valyrian steel is good, but you never know!
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humbledragon669 · 9 months ago
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Book to screen comparison P1 – new elements and confirmed information
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Whilst reading the book, it became clear that the notes I was making fell into three loose categories:
Things that were new information, or only disclosed in the book (but would still fit into the canon of the show).
Information that is confirmed in the book, or possibly explicitly stated (rather than being implicitly stated in the show). This blog post will cover these and new information only (for brevity) – differences will be covered separately.
Things that are fundamentally different between the book and the show.
Not all of the notes fit neatly into one category or the other (there are shades of grey...). The first two of the categories will be presented within bullet lists, with a description. The last of the categories will be presented in a table. I'll make comments about anything I find particularly notable after each category.
N.B. I have made the comparisons between the book and the finished episodes that were released, NOT the Script Book. Some of the elements I have commented on can be found within the Script Book, but never made it to the finished episodes – I will point these out on their individual list/table entries.
New information
Crowley’s “real name” cannot be represented in words, only a “complex, wiggly sigil”.
The bullet holes in the Bentley’s window are a James Bond-themed window transfer from 1967, the only time Crowley has even bought petrol.
It is necessary for Crowley to use the lavatory.
The “Arrangement” was put in place “somewhere around” 1020.
Newt is three and a half years older that Anathema.
Crowley is responsible for the establishment of Manchester.
Aziraphale is responsible for the development of Shropshire.
Crowley is responsible for the establishment of Glasgow.
Aziraphale is responsible for the establishment of Edinburgh.
Aziraphale has a soft spot for regency silver snuffboxes.
There is an edition of the Bible that contains an account of the conversation between Aziraphale and God, where she asks him where the flaming sword is. It is suggested that the additional verses containing this information were written by Aziraphale himself.
There were three Shakespeare plays whose contents have been lost:
The Comedie of Robin Hoode, or, The Forest of Sherwoode.
The Trapping of the Mouse.
Golde Diggers of 1589.
One of War’s other names is Scarlett.
Pollution’s other names include Blanc, Albus, Weiss, and Snowy.
Pollution was responsible for the disasters at Chernobyl, Windscale, and Three Mile Island.
Crowley is responsible for the invention of the TV game show format.
Both Crowley and Aziraphale have considered asking the other side for asylum under the threat of impending Armageddon.
Crowley isn’t very good with animals.
Anathema assumes that Crowley and Aziraphale are a couple when they drop her off at Jasmine Cottage.
Demons can see in the dark.
Crowley’s favourite shape to be in is the human form.
Aziraphale buys his clothes.
Crowley wills his clothes into being.
Newt wanted to join the Territorial Army before signing up to the Witchfinder Army.
Aziraphale has a list of agencies that he can call upon to help with his Heavenly duties.
Shadwell’s cellmate in prison was Witchfinder Captain Ffolkes, imprisoned for 10 years for arson (trying to burn a coven in Wimbledon).
One of Anathema’s ancestors, Joshua Device, invented something small but crucially important for the operation of mechanical clocks. His name is (supposedly) the source for the current day word, “device”.
Anathema has met the Tibetan people digging the tunnel – she gives them tea when they dig their tunnel up into her garden.
The rainforest starts to reclaim the built-up areas when Adam starts to come into his powers, destroying entire buildings with new lush and leafy growth.
Crowley does read books.
Crowley’s CDs and bookcase have been sorted alphabetically.
Crowley has an impressive collection of soul music.
The Bentley can drive itself.
Madame Tracy’s real name is Marjorie Potts.
A rain of fish takes place as part of the lead up to Armageddon.
Crowley’s apartment is in Mayfair.
Agnes predicted the Crowley’s flaming drive in the Bentley.
The Them have their own rival gang – The Johnsonites, headed by Greasy Johnson (or Baby B).
Two people have opened the box delivered to Newt and Anathema before it is delivered to Jasmine Cottage.
Warlock and his family return to the USA after Armageddon fails.
There are some really lovely little bits of information to have here. Lots of them don’t necessarily hold any great meaning, they’re just nice to have (like Madame Tracy’s real name). And there’s no guarantee that any of these morsels will ever make it into the canon of the show, but I don’t think that anything that we’ve seen so far that would directly contradict them either, so let’s treat them as if they are part of the show’s storyline for the purposes of this post. With that said, there two bits of information that feel important to me – the year that the Arrangement was established, and the Bentley being able to drive itself. It is possible that the author decided the latter of these two points was something he consciously didn’t want to be included as part of the show’s storyline, although I’m not sure why that would be as it would confirm the car’s sentience that’s hinted heavily at throughout the show. The date for the establishment of the Arrangement though, even if it was changed between the book and the show, why we’re never given that piece of trivia is something I can’t really understand. Based on what we see in episode 3, we know that the idea of some sort of mutual agreement is levied in 537 AD, and that the Arrangement is in place by 1601 (and has been implemented “dozens of times”), but that’s a period of over 1000 years, which I would think would qualify as a long time even by immortal standards. I think I just struggle with the idea that, despite the fact that so much work went into giving us a history of the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale, this fairly vital bit of information (the time period that the two of them actually recognised their inclination to work together instead of against each other) wasn’t given to us. It makes me feel like their history isn’t complete. Perhaps it’s been done on purpose (for a revelation later on) but given that season 1 was the only confirmed season at the time, that feels unlikely.
I’ve already discussed the concept of Crowley and Aziraphale discussing the possibility of claiming asylum from the other’s side in the script-to-screen comparison for episode 2, so I won’t go into it here, but there is one more point I want to touch upon: the missing Shakespeare plays. I haven’t had a chance to discuss them yet as I haven’t made it to the season 2 write-ups (I’m getting there!), but two of these actually turn up in Aziraphale’s bookshop, carelessly sorted into the empty box that Gabriel shows up with:
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Interestingly, the mention of these books is made in a section that hints at Aziraphale being something of an underhand and self-serving individual – inserting his own history into the Bible and stealing important works of literature. It’s not something I can see our version of the angel doing (at least not without having a huge guilty conscience), but it’s a nice little demonstration of some of the subtle differences between book-Aziraphale and show-Aziraphale.
Confirmed/explicitly stated information
Any CD left in the Bentley eventually morphs into Queen albums.
Crowley likes to sleep.
Crowley does eat.
Crowley likes people.
The terms of the “Arrangement” – a “non-interference in certain of the other’s activities” and to “hold the fort for one another whenever common sense dictated”.
Nanny Ashtoreth is based on Mary Poppins.
Types of venues considered safe for Crowley and Aziraphale to meet:
The tops of buses.
Art galleries.
Concerts.
The events leading up to Armageddon take place in August.
Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley need to sleep.
The double yellow lines outside the bookshop miraculously disappear when the Bentley requires a parking space.
The third baby from the baby switch, Baby B, did survive, and grew up to become Greasy Johnson, the Tadfield bully.
The prophecies in Agnes’s book aren’t in chronological order.
Aziraphale definitely does not understand the concept of an answerphone.
Crowley holds no authority in Hell.
Angels could dance if they wanted to, they just “don’t feel the urge to”.
Demons don’t need sound to communicate.
Aziraphale has never had any dealings with any demons other than Crowley.
Crowley is an optimist.
The fact that everybody starts to forget what happened on Armageddon day is Adam’s doing.
Again, plenty of bits of information that are nice to have confirmed (if we’re going on the basis that what is canon in the book is also canon in the show), particularly the clarifications around sleeping and, in Crowley’s case, eating. There are two pieces of information on the list that I consider important, one of which I was so excited about reading, I put a red Post-it note on the page it was written on. Let’s start with the first one – the fate of the third baby in the baby swap. As a reminder of the ambiguity of Baby B’s outcome, here’s what we ended up with in the finished episode:
GOD: It would be nice to think that the nuns had the surplus baby – Baby B – discreetly adopted. That he grew to be a happy, normal child, and, then, grew further to become a normal, fairly contented adult. And perhaps that is what happened. He probably wins prizes for tropical fish.
On paper, it’s very open-ended. In the show however, with the ominous music and the way the speech is delivered, we as the audience are led down a much darker imaginative path. That speech actually originates from the book, almost word-for-word, with the original text going further down the suggestive route that something sinister happens to the “surplus” baby. The difference is that the book resolves that tension. There isn’t even a hint of the child that will become Greasy Johnson in the show, despite the fact that he and his gang actually form an important sub-textual point about rival groups and their ingrained need to best their enemies, for no other reason that to prove that they’re the best. I can live with it, seeing as it would have required a number of extra child actors and all the other necessities that they come with, I just feel a bit slighted that we don’t find out that the nuns weren’t so deplorably evil that they would dispose of an hours-old baby like unwanted trash.
Now I’m off my high horse about that particular point, let’s have a look at the one that caused me to dig out my special labels.
[…]demons don’t necessarily need sound to communicate.
I have seen a lot of fandom-generated content speculating on the whole non-verbal communication concept, and I’m down with a lot of it. Mostly I was thinking that the times that Crowley and Aziraphale apparently speak to one another without using actual words was more to do with their knowledge of one another and the intricacies of their relationship. But actually it’s here, in black and white, just over halfway through the book. No speculation, no theorising. An actual statement. If this is canon for the show as well as the book, this would both answer and pose a SHITLOAD of questions. And if demons can communicate without sound, does that mean angels can too? They are “from the same stock” after all. With that little piece of information, there are a lot of opportunities that suddenly become very possible. As with the idea of the Bentley driving itself, I find myself wondering if this has been left out on purpose – perhaps it was something that wasn’t wanted or needed for the first season, but maybe (just maybe) it’s being kept as a trump card for later. I guess we’ll have to wait and see…
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I Need To Know TBB Headcanons (S3 SPOILERS POSSIBLE PLEASE BE WARRY)
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What do you think the batch spends their time doing on Pabu? What occupies their time now that they are retired? I have only pieces of ideas but I have been tryna find some other folks thoughts. But to get er' rollin' I'll share my ideas.
Wrecker
• He's definitely a community man from what we saw so
- Maybe he babysits
-Maybe he helps fish like we saw in the past
- Or perhaps he carries heavy equipment for repairs/building
Hunter
- Maybe he helps figure out the best fishing spot for every passing day
- Maybe he builds boats or surfboards? Definitely got old surfer vibes from him at the end of Bad Batch (I am so sorry but I could not get Barbie's dad(?) from that one surfer movie out of my head)
Crosshair
• Cross was the hardest to figure out for me due to how little of what he is skilled at outside of being a soldier. But once I thought about it I couldn't stop LMAO
- I think for a long time he struggles with figuring out what he wants to do now that he's free to be whoever he wants to be. He's used being told what to do, and now that he doesn't have someone controlling him he's having a difficult time adjusting. He probably asks Hunter to give him tasks frequently, and after a while he's given the task of taking care of himself. Learning what he wants.
- I definitely imagine him trying multiple things such as: fishing, farming, all the good stuff
- I see him landing on something creatively driven like tattoos and painting. But I do think it takes a lot of time and soul searching before he gets to that point.
- Probably really distant for awhile, he wants to be around the others but feels he doesn't deserve it
- Reluctant on getting a prosthetic, I can see him choosing not to have one
Omega
• Omega wasn't too difficult for me, seeing what she ends up going off to do at the end of the last episode.
- After using pieces of the Marauder to fix up her own ship with Phee (and Tech depending on your thoughts on it), I see her convincing Phee (again, and Tech depending on your opinion) to give her flight lessons.
- She practices the Tech Turn often, doing her best to perfect it. (If you think Tech should stay dead then let's say she does this late at night on her own and has gotten in trouble for it a plethora of times. She can never quite do it as he does. But if you're like me and he lives, then of course he'll help teach her.)
- Omega probably sneaks off a lot, wanting to explore her new home
- Then I think she eventually gets into contact with Herra, and that she's the one who convinces her to become a rebel pilot
Tech
• In my perfect Bad Batch, Tech is alive. He will always be here in my mind; even if I'll have to mourn him as a character in canon alive and well.
- Tech spends much of his time recording and noting down the things he learns about the new island he lives on. Likely going off with Omega.
- I think Tech and Phee try a relationship at one point or another, maybe they decide to break up, maybe they're together for the long run. His calm nature mixing with her unpredictable one perhaps. She helps him feel more comfortable with himself, and he reminds her she doesn't need to change her stories to make them enjoyable. I think he'd love hearing about the artifacts she brings to Pabu. But it's possible their personalities don't mix well. We didn't get to see as much of their relationship on screen as I would have liked. (Came to rewrite this a bit. Was worried with how I wrote it didn't come across as I wanted)
- Tech probably has his own repair shop, or maybe he creates his own inventions.
More Group Stuff
- Definitely live together at least for a long while
- I think Hunter would get into a relationship before anyone else, then Wrecker getting into one kinda on accident? He'd be super oblivious and go on dates without realizing that's what they are. I think Cross n Tech would be last if they were to get into relationships (personally I see them on the aromantic spectrum, specifically Tech being demi and Cross being recip-romantic or Grey-romantic)
- They do a lot of stuff together, swimming, getting tattoos from Cross, therapy, family dinner all the lovely stuff
And I Think That's All I Got
Thanks for letting me ramble in your feed :)
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piesmell · 5 months ago
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okay, can someone ask me something about my au please. I have a bunch of things I want to talk about, but I don't know where to start. knowing me, without a normal question, I'll just write a huge essay that no one will want to read.
so, here's the basic information
everyone except Bonnie in the main five has swaped roles with each other (so, Mirabelle The Traveler, Isabeau The Researcher, Odile The Fighter and Siffrin the Housemaiden), as well as the King and Euphrasie too.
the story takes place on a forgotten island. of course this means that I will have to invent a new religion and culture almost from scratch, but I will survive.
The Head Housemaiden has no name or title, and so when the characters talk about her, they just say "She" or "Her". She, being the main antagonist, covered the country in darkness, obscuring the stars and subjecting the island to oblivion.
instead of Sadness, there will be other enemies, I call them Fragments for now. they are the embodiment of the desires, hopes and dreams of those who were fallen under Her curse.
Sifrin is still the one who is stuck in a time loop.
that seems to be all. please ask me questions I need a reference point to talk about this stuff. someone please
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somethingclevermahogony · 27 days ago
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Happy WBW! What are boats like in your world? Are there any boats important to your story?
Thanks for the ask! I could go on about this topic for a very very long time, but since its already late I'll keep it brief and I'll just plan on doing a much longer post in the future. This post will only focus on Kishetal, but I'll likely do similar posts for other lands in the future.
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A (Very) Brief Intro to Kishite Seafaring
When it comes to seafaring technology, it is important to recognize that the sail is still a relatively new invention in many parts of Kobani. In Kishetal, the sail has only been a common aspect of seafaring for about 1,200 years. This means that Kishetal and the Kishite identity itself is actually older than the introduction of the sail to the region. Before the widespread adoption of the sail, almost all ships were entirely reliant on oars to move. This is still the case for most of these boats and ships which travel up and down the Aratshin river.
The sail was adopted from the Ikopeshi people who live to the west of Kishetal (See below). The Ikopeshi are a well-represented minority among the crews and docks of the Kishite cities, and almost all crews of a reasonable size will have at least one Ikopeshi.
The majority (79%) of Ikopeshi people belong to or descend from a race of forestfolk called the Iko. The Iko and those that retain their traits are naturally adapted to thrive at sea; this includes a natural proclivity for swimming (many Iko have slightly webbed hands), slightly increased lung capacities (which accounts for the stereotypical barrel-chested look of Ikopeshi), and the ability to safely drink and process saltwater. Though not necessarily tied to their semiaquatic lifestyle, the most familiar and recognizable trait of the Iko is their naturally purple hair, which can range in shade from a muted mauve or plum to vibrant shades of magenta and lilac.
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The majority of the ships which are favored by the Kishites are morphologically similar to those used by neighboring lands. This is because Kishite shipbuilding techniques and those of neighboring peoples were largely inspired by and built by replicating the work of the Thalassocratic Arkodian fleets, particularly after the Kishite-Arkodic War.
Ships/boats may vary in size from the tiny one-or two-person rowboats which can be seen among the reeds of Lake Shebali to the gargantuan royal barges, the largest of which, the Brine Palace, belongs to the council of aristocrats that rule the coastal city of Chibal, the Bidani. The Brine Palace is roughly 230 ft in length, making it the largest vessel not only in Kishetal but in the Green Sea as a whole. However, in its nearly 170 years of existence and constant upkeep, it has only left the port of Chibal twice.
Most Kishite ships and shipping routes still hug the coasts or else island hop, the open sea is a daunting and dangerous place even for experienced sailors.
While compasses have not been invented, sailors are able to navigate via star maps, knowledge of currents, the movements of fauna, and by carefully observing the topography of the coast.
In rare cases, sages may be employed on ships both to consult spirits as to directions and locations and to manipulate currents and winds, though many sailors are superstitious when it comes to spirits and would rather keep them away from ships.
Important Ships from the First Book of the Ninma Cycle:
The Grand Lion Ship of Labisa aka "Hutbari's Glory"
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The Grand Lion Ship is the largest ship in Kishetal, which is meant solely for traveling in freshwater, as well as the most heavily gilded ship in the world, with about 28% of its surface area being covered in pounded gold, most of it concentrated around the head of the lion. The was constructed following Hutbari's war against and subsequent ousting of his brother Kurush as a symbol of his victory. The ship is Hutbari's preferred method of travel around Lake Shebali. The ship itself is roughly 140ft in length and contains three pavilions, a shrine to the Goddess Humbalibal, a pen for livestock or horses, sleeping chambers for the king, and storage space for approximately 330 tons of cargo.
Kishite Warships aka Seabulls
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Warships like this were used by Akard to fight against both his Kishite rivals and the navies of Apuna and its allies. Kishite ships are designed for ramming, necessitating the large bronze rams which appear at the front. Kishite ships can be differentiated from those of their neighbors by the inclusion of two large "horns" above the ram. It is from these horns that these ships receive their nicknames "Seabulls." These horns may be wood, or for more important or storied vessels, they can be made from ivory.
A Pirate Vessel aka The Westwind
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The Westwind was once a small warship made in a small coastal village of Kishite Makora. The ship, likely made in an effort to confront the pirates stalking the northern Green Sea, would itself fall into the hands of a group of Korithian pirates, who would alter the ship somewhat, allowing it to carry more cargo. The Kishite, Istek, would come into possession of the ship after rising through the ranks of the crew to the role of pirate. He and his partners, Dati and Sihunu, would use the ship for several years, attacking merchant vessels across the eastern Green Sea before eventually giving up the mantle of pirates and instead becoming hired escorts for the Bidani of Chibal.
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rogue-hammer · 2 months ago
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Scrap Yard Article: Lizardmen
A friend asked over discord for a Lizardmen SY article and since I haven't been inspired to do one in ages, this felt like the perfect time.
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*Spawning the Children of the Old Ones: First things first when we get to dealing with the scaled inhabitants of Lustria, Magic vs Might, Foot vs Cav, basic size vs Monster. Lizards have a interesting background in that, they are essentially bioengineered servants of the Old Ones and as such, they are created to purpose. This purpose being the current needs of either the temple city they reside in, or any conflict or goings on at hand. You the player need to decide this as your core idea. What city/spawning pool is your origin of source? What is your force spawned for and what is it's specialty? What gives it an edge and why is that edge needed? Destroy invaders? Ambush and guerilla war? Magical warding and defense? Shock and Awe? These are some ideas to think on, but there are many more. Suffice to say this concept will be your blueprint on how your force is built. Does it focus on magic, military might, ambush tactics, shock infantry or monster units, etc etc. Lizardmen are, in a sense organic machines outside of Slann and Priests, built to purpose. This leads nicely into the next point:
*What are they up to on that Island? So your Lizards are made to guard something. What? What or where or who are they guarding? An ancient monolith coursing with power from times of the Old Ones? A Relic kept in a jungle overgrown temple? An ancient Slann who has not awakened in a thousand years but has begun to stir? Or they are built to conquer, sent out from their temple city to reclaim something lost. Are they Fire and Salt, or stealthy and lithe? The list once again goes on, but once you have your purpose, and then how it fits into the narrative of the world around you, your going to know a lot more about the details of your characters and army.
*What Sets them Apart: Finally its time to sort out what about your spawning is special or unique to your force. This can take on a myriad of concepts, but I'll name my top 4 after diving into Lizard-lore; Leader: Ancient or new? Is he a scarred war vet of countless battles, or a new and ambitious Skink priest wanting to serve the will of the Old ones, Etc. Color: Sure the lore says most of the time Lizards are such and such a color for "reasons" but nothing said you can't make something unique within those rules. Maybe research reptile patterns and work them into lore appropriate schemes. Invent your own spawning's rules of color meaning and do something completely off the map. Kitbash: Thinking on your Spawning purpose and why, use bits and such from various kits to showcase this. Designed to fight Skaven? Put plenty of dead rats and maybe severed tails on your minis as trophies and scenics. Raiders of the Skeggi outpost? Have some empty marauder helms, or a few lizards using handguns as clubs. Special Something: One thing I never knew until reading lore, and have never seen some one do, is use the Albino color scheme for a Lizard character. Albino means a lizard is blessed by all the Old Ones, and is the highest of praise in terms of scale shade. Something like this or likewise should be used to give your army that one extra piece of personality. *The Old Lore: Whats that? You want to go off the map? Well, one big advantage Lizardmen have on most races of the Old World is their inherent tie, retconned or not, to the ancient lore of Warhammer and it's counterpart 40k. This can be used for all kinds of unique background lore, fanfics and even homebrew concepts. Maybe your army is like the old degenerate Slann, and seeks to use its powers to enslave lesser races. Perhaps your Slann has seen a glimpse of the wider "universe" and glimpsed the war in heaven and now prepares to send psychic warnings to other children of the Old Ones by having his force build and protect a giant ritual. Maybe they have a relic of another time and place of the old ones that is oddly like those found in a particular sci fi game… How to do this is simple: -Make a hombrew list of Items (Probably Eldar or Necron in origin) and re-work their rules to fit WHF, and make it a random relic roll chart for Lord characters Make scenarios based around rituals or missions that have heavy reference to expanded inter universe lore. Homebrew lists that have units like slaves or mind scrubbed minions from other races.
*Find a Different Approach to the Norm: Not all Lizardmen are from Lustria. There is a cut off city in the southlands as well as the savage lizards of the Dragon Isles. If playing a basic by the numbers force even with these bells and whistles listed above isn't your game, try something outside the borders of Lustria. Make an army of the southlands that has great artifact and magic item power but few veterans and expendable troops. Make a homebrew rule list for the Dragon isles, full of savage, barbaric Lizards with no Slann to guide them, playing more like beastmen with skirmish formation sarus and ambush tactics. Make a Dinotopia army of just lots of big Dinos. Everyone likes big Dinos.
And finally if thats still not crazy enough…find a way to use your Lizards in 40k. Yes ye old Necron Codex of 3rd ed legit had ways to have your friends use their WHF Lizardmen armies to represent "the degenerate remnant races of the Old Ones" the Necrons constantly seek to wipe out. Yeah might not be much for a WHF goal, but still fun.
*Closing Ideas: Lizardmen are unique in that they are, by all intents a purpose driven force but with character (unlike say Tyranids or Necrons). They can have human like qualities to their characters and even to their monsters, so do some research into how to bring this to life. Look up historic tribal leaders, guerilla commanders, warrior cultures, stories about unique animals and work all of this into the lattice of your Scaled ones.
Let none disrupt the Great Plan!
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domquixotedospobresblog · 6 months ago
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Tomorrow I'm going to wake up even earlier, make the coffee that always comes out thin, I don't like it too black, I'm going to follow the daily routine, after everything is done, I'll go to my living room, grab paper and pen and start thinking, I want to write something cool, maybe the first story will be about the letters to Ana Maria, maybe about the moon with its huge smile, or who knows, a new love, one of those I see all over the city, who knows, another story about us, the school texts, some really short ones that I still remember, it could be another one about Dona Marlene who would drive young people crazy just by going down a few steps, I remember the one where the girl waited in the rain for her boy to come back, it had a very spicy ending, the app will want to censor it, I still haven't told the story of Fernanda and Felipe, Dora and Henrique, boy, there's Mariana and Kaique, there's also Gustavo and Ana, Gustavo and Bia, Gustavo and Thaís, wow, this Gustavo is a Chicken, could you tell the story of Dr. Fontes' love story? Look, this could be it. It's really captivating. I just remembered Professor Claudio and Aunt Zilda. It was spine-chilling. My poet friends would love it. I could invent something really scary that wouldn't even seem like a love story. How about the love of parents for their children, of children with animals? Maybe it's too cliché. They all seem the same. Let me see. I'll start with one where I find myself lost on an island. Suddenly I see a friend known as Mara Maravilha. Then a romance will happen. We might even dance. I'll be a model and she'll be a poet. Someone will definitely read it and get involved, as if it were meant for her. Now I have to sleep. My creativity only comes after a very weak coffee and a good night's sleep. See you tomorrow. See you on the desert island.
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aita-blorbos · 4 months ago
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AITA for making stronger creatures for war?
To start with, our world is.. A world of creatures, you could say. We're all different creatures with different abilities and typings.
So, I (AdultM) was contacted by C (AdultF). Long story short, her lover H (AdultF) was killed by an alien, who i'll call V (AdultF). V completely transformed the island H watched over into something far different than it used to be..
C wanted my help in taking revenge on V.. By waging war on the whole island. But I am a scientist, not a war general. Naturally, I assisted in the best way I could.. I created the Morpheds. Creatures made of many different creatures. They are far stronger than any regular creatures, but maybe with a bit too much free will..
After a lot of testing, I made C a morphed replica of H as a gift, which was how she found out about how I've been helping. And she was disgusted. She immediately cut all ties with me, but she kept the replica as a bodyguard (which is interesting).
I tried forming a partnership with C again under a new alias, but she declined, knowing exactly who I was. Was this really so despicable? I believe she just didn't understand how brilliant my inventions are..
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fictional-orphan-smackdown · 11 months ago
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PENULTIMATE ROUND, MATCH 1!
All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut
The Baudelaire Orphans (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
The epitome of orphans, they’re the best
“I’m having a very terrible childhood right now”-Klaus
The story deadass begins with them being told that their parents died in a fire and that they're orphans now. They then bounce from guardian to guardian who tend to always meet a gruesome fate at the hands of Count Olaf. Not only have they been orphaned once, but have been orphaned multiple times and are called "The Baudelaire Orphans" by not only characters in the book but by the narrator himself. They're called "The Baudelaire Orphans" so many times that it might as well be a defining character trait of theirs, and honestly it sort've is. The series doesn't even end with them finding a home or guardians of any kind, it ends with the Baudelaires fate being completely ambiguous with them literally sailing away from the island they were stranded on in the final book (yeah this series is quite the journey, I highly suggest it). These poor three kids are probably the most orphaned kids of all time since their orphaned in a new way almost every book and they deserve at least one win in their unfortunate tale.
These guys are like the poster-child of orphaning, we open the series with them finding out that they're orphans and also have no access to their money so now they hop around from place to place from weirdo caretaker to another weird/crazy/murderous caretaker and it's all fun and games and murder and decieving and surviving and thriving and---my point is, these three are a wonderful trio of siblings who love and rely on one another through all their trials and tribulations.
Literally every single one of their problems come from being orphans. They’re continually referred to as orphans and the plot of the first half of the series is them being shuffled around to guardians.
These kids are so orphaned they never even get a found family outside themselves. At least most stories featuring orphaned kids see them fulfill some sorta epic destiny or have them find a new home or set of loved ones of sorts. The Baudelaires? They're thrown from one fucking failure of a home into the next, ignored, hunted, etc.. It's been years but like, even in the end, they still have to set sail alone. As individual characters, they aren't bad either. Violet's the dependable big sister who's knack for inventions comes in handy, Klaus is a well-read chap and Sunny is a lovely gremlin. They make a good trio.
Every single guardian they try to obtain throughout the series turns out to be someone who wants the large inheritance left for them and is willing to do whatever it takes to get it.
They basically fend for themselves the whole series when no adult will listern to them. The whole series is them being resourceful and clever the whole series despite the misfortune. Violet is a brilliant inventor, Klaus reads and collects knowledge, and Sunny learns to be a good cook over the series
their parents die tragically in a fire and then everything awful proceeds to happen to them
I haven't read these books in years but if any orphans deserve to win a smackdown it's these fools, they are constantly in the trenches in those books goddamn. Also that baby is like a shredder they have that on their side, I think that beast literally solo'd a snake?
(This one was specifically for Klaus, but I'll put it here still) He and his sisters being orphans is kinda the point. As in many books, it's the trigger for them to change lives and navigating hardships. The thing is, their hardships just grow worse and "unfortunate" (read "dreadful") events keep happening to them as they stick together instead of the story getting better. Klaus and Violet become Sunny's subtitute parents and get through their more and more miserable lives together keeping hope things would eventually get better
Arguably more famously orphaned than Bruce Wayne, if not for how their story happens while they’re orphaned children versus an orphaned adult. Definitely have the most famously tragic post-orphaning story. All three are incredibly brilliant in their own way, including the literal baby. Pursued relentlessly by the leader of a maniacal theater troupe and letdown by a slew of adults, so it’s all the more impressive how amazing they each turned out to be. Book series was so good it got turned into a pretty great movie and then a successful TV show years later. Also can’t forget how these three are orphaned repeatedly as the distant relatives who take them in get killed off in increasingly inventive manners. Let’s be honest, ain’t no characters out here orphaning like the Baudelaire orphans.
this series taught me so many cool words and phrases and I love each of the 3 main characters so much
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny are peddled from caretaker to caretaker over the course of 13 books, always being chased by the evil Count Olaf who wants to steal the Baudelaire fortune that the children are meant to inherit once they reach a certain age.
Spoilers ahead, the Baudelaires siblings story starts with them going from being the Baudelaire kids to the Baudelaire orphans, after their parents pass away in a mysterious fire. But they arent the only paternal figures that they lost, they go from tutor to tutor, almost all the good ones dying in front of them, and even the ones that survive at first their future is uncertain since the last time the kids see them they are blindfolded in a burnind building, and we never found out who make it out alive and who didnt. Even the main villian, Count Olaf their first tutor, and the only constant adult in their life after their parents death ends up dying in front of them. These three are orphans ten times over.
They are THE orphans. They have lost not only their parents but multiple guardians that they went to live with as well.
They're THE Orphans. The childhood book orphans we all read, Orphans Prime if you will. They lose their parents, every caregiver who's ever kind to them, then say fuck it and live on a deserted island on their own to raise themselves abd fully embrace their orphan status. On the island, they learn their parents survived the shipwreck then died again - double orphaning even.
OH MY SWEET LITTLE CHILDREN THAT FUELED MY LOVE FOR READING AND THE MACABRE Violet- Won her first of many invention competitions when she was five with an automatic rolling pin (comprised of a window shade and six pairs of roller skates). Extremely innovative and genius, foiled by her kindness to others. And she knows how to make a Molotov cocktail. Klaus- Absolute monster of a bibliophile, conducts research for fun, and has a photographic memory. He is known to want nothing more than "a good book, a comfy chair, and the warm glow of a reading lamp". He also is a Herman Melville fan, which is points for him in my book. Sunny- Most people know her only for her penchant for biting, but Sunny is a distinctly distinguished character. She has sharp wit (as long as you can read it through her babbles), her poker skills are phenomenal for a baby, and she has quite the knack for cooking! Also yeah, the teeth. She climbed an elevator shaft with them once.
They are constantly going through it, give these kids a break for real
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Charles Entertainment Cheese grew up in St. Marinara orphanage and he loved singing, especially happy birthday. But he didn't know his own birthday (because he is an orphan) so all he could do was celebrate other kids' birthdays. His favourite part was the pizza. He also loved playing Pong and he went to New York City after winning $50 in a Pong tournament.
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