#So this conundrum is gonna be a bit of a pain
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thesoulsofthedarned · 2 months ago
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Guys I got Lorelei
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Pretty good unit with a cute design, thinking about adding her and Yenisei to my star team. Works really well with Regulus and Baby Blue too. All those runs in the rouge like mode were worth it :)
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simpjaes · 9 months ago
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Have you done a size ranking for Enha’s dick sizes yet ?•_•
not on my blog but boiiiii have i discussed this at length with oomf. let's go ahead and change that tho.
note: i was gonna include pics but tbh i don't rly wanna do that now lmfao sorry. im gatekeeping!!!! you don't have to agree with the sizes im giving them btw, some dude's just have monster cock energy sorry.
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★ heeseung:
long and thick. almost too big, sometimes actually too big. takes both hands to jerk him off, and the entire expanse of your throat to swallow him up. honestly, it's so big that you have no choice but to feel each pulse and twitch of it when he's inside of you. the stretch is painful regardless of the position he takes with you, and you're not sure if you could ever get wet enough to ease the sear of it. you don't understand, really, heeseung literally makes you feel like you're being split in half but goddamn does he make it feel amazing at the same time. there are some men out there who have huge cocks and assume that's all they need to pleasure a woman. but oh, oh no no no, heeseung is well aware that you gotta know how to use it too. and boy does he.
☆ jay:
maybe not the longest cock of the bunch but definitely the thickest. for every deep part of you he can't reach, he makes up for it with the way he slams his hips into you, forcing you to feel every thick inch of him. unlike heeseung, you may be able to jerk him off with one hand but it doesn't change the fact that you can't fully wrap your fingers around him, and fitting it into your mouth can be a bit difficult as well. thankfully, jay isn't too worried about teeth when he gets to see you attempt to swallow him up. in fact, the little drag of them scraping the top-side of his cock is something that makes him shiver. he thinks it's cute to see you try and take all of it, actually. never feeling insecure over the fact that while he's definitely not packing anything over 5 to 6 inches, the girth alone is enough to leave a pretty girl calling out his name, begging him to go harder, telling him how good it feels in them.
★sunghoon:
long long long, but not as thick. the reach he can manage is insane, to the point that he'd probably have an obsession with snapping pics of his cock laying between your legs and measuring how far inside of you he's about to put it. visual stimulation, n all that. you can feel him deeper than any one else could probably reach, slamming into your cervix to the point it actually hurts, to the point he could probably have you pregnant in one fuck if you guys wanted to go that route. like that cum wouldn't have to go far at all to reach its goal lmfao jerking him off is easier than anything else, but giving him head can be a bit of a conundrum for you. you can lick and suck all you want with your hand jerking the bottom half of his cock but he's always gonna prefer the feeling of your throat gagging around him instead. he's gonna fuck the whole thing down your throat and adore the way you sound struggling with it.
☆ jake:
a perfect, average, nice cock, for a perfect, not so average, nice man. fits like a puzzle piece and fills you up the perfect amount. enough for it to hurt if he wants it to, enough for him to offer nothing but pure pleasure otherwise. the good thing about jake and his cock is the fact that just about anything can and will get him off, not only because the ease of which it'll fit into you, but because you love every inch of it when he does it. and sure, he can make it feel longer, he can make it feel thicker, all with just a shift of his hips. fr, and he's always shifting them too, trying to reach parts of you he knows he can't. every blowjob is met with gags, of course, because he definitely can't control his hips. every hand job met with the perfect weight in your hand, and every fuck met with a feeling of fullness that renders you capable enough to feel every second of his love rather than having to wince through it and lose your train of thought during certain positions.
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dr5amatic · 9 days ago
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MONSTER YOU CREATED ,
a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from arcane season 1. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to violence. change verbiage as needed.
we're not gonna get caught. we'll be in and out before anyone notices.
thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this.
you could fill a damn library with all the things you didn't do.
a bit of advice. don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks.
when people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish.
you're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?
those who did this will be dealt with.
i ruined everything. i always do.
you have to believe me. i didn't do this.
i do love a good conundrum.
no great science should ever put lives in danger.
i believe i've discovered something truly incredible.
we look out for each other. it's the way it's always been.
all i see is a child meddling with things they don't understand.
i was trying to create magic.
arcane talents are something you're born with. they can't be fabricated.
you don't understand what's at stake, but how can you? that's a burden that only i carry.
if dangerous ideas didn't excite the imagination, we would never wander astray.
there's a monster inside all of us.
you're just a small man in a little hole the world forgot to bury.
i know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us, but who are you willing to lose?
i saw it with my own eyes what magic can do, the lives it could save. you've no idea how beautiful it is.
when you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission.
what makes you different makes you strong.
you'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke, won't you?
you never did know when to walk away.
what have you done? this wasn't the deal!
you'll get people killed. for what? pride?
oh, i hated you for what you'd done, but as time passed, so did my hate. and i was left with an understanding.
the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing to become what they fear.
you'll die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?
willing to risk exile for your endeavor. that's quite the conviction.
wait a minute, this isn't my bedroom.
another late night. the work just doesn't end.
you were supposed to guard the cargo.
it was your job to make sure things went smoothly. you failed. don't disappoint me again.
do you have any idea what you've done?
how do you intend to prove any of this?
did my parents pay you to let me win?
i don't need favors. i need you to do your job.
you've just made yourself everyone's common enemy.
that place looks like it has bodies buried in the basement.
you're a symbol of the future now, whether you like it or not.
how can i say no to such an auspicious offer.
if you really want people to talk to you, you have to let them think you have what they want.
what is truth, but a survivor's story?
if i'm discovered, we're both finished.
are you headed home soon? i thought we could walk together.
betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater.
loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind.
do you contemplate death?
it's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest.
i hate feeling so useless.
i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.
i just... want to feel what it was like... to be somebody. to make other people afraid.
how many problems can one girl cause?
you can fire that thing if you want, but i'm not going anywhere.
i'm not going to abandon you again.
i knew it was a mistake trusting you.
you look good for a dead girl.
that was a long time ago. people change.
nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature.
i know the look of a doomed man.
love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.
i should have been there. for you. for everyone.
we came from a world where there was never enough to go around. that's why we fight. do you remember?
who found you? who cared for you? gave you a home?
i am your family. everyone else betrays us.
i'm only asking you to prepare to defend your people.
i'm worried i have to do something i never thought i would.
if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf.
you'd give me a throne?
i'll give you the world if you prove you can take it.
sometimes, death is a mercy.
every time i think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low.
ego is one thing, brain is another.
weapons can't be unmade and they are always used.
that looks like more than a sprain. you need medical attention.
you have the passion of youth.
oil and water. wasn't meant to be.
we got a deal, pretty boy?
you've always been a part of this. you just never had to look it in the eye.
you really are fond of him.
i wanted to protect the city from people like you.
i can't believe you'd start a war just to cover your ass.
i would set the world ablaze to protect our family.
we lost ourselves. lost our dream. in the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. we have to make it right.
i'm trying to save you from annihilation.
i can't make a deal with a snake and cut off its head. we both have our shitty parts to play.
you'd be surprised what you can pull off when your life depends on it.
it's not enough to give people what they need to survive. you have to give them what they need to live.
is there anything so undoing as a daughter?
nothing ever stays dead.
the only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you.
you're my daughter. i'll never forsake you.
remember who you are! i know you remember!
don't cry. you're perfect.
i thought maybe you could love me like you used to. even though i'm... different. but you changed too.
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crazylittlejester · 6 months ago
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Hola. Ima gonna yap about Tarry A Bit, if you don't mind :)
KEEPING TRACK of all these characters in an already confusing setting is no fun.
But I wrote Warriors into the most recent chapter, so that's fun. He's more of an observer in this and feels very philosophical. He's waxing poetic in his head about how much Wind has grown. And Wind's just standing there like -ey mate I've got a lot of stuff in my hands could you please take a cup at least-
And so they walk around together Like The Father And Son They Are and meet ✨Her✨.
The tiny blonde child with bangs! Wow. Winds starting to miss his little sister again who'd a thunk. But more importantly! Our *mystery* Link looks older than he did this morning. Wind will not hesitate to ask about this conundrum. Wars is like please Sailor don't ask the magic man how he magics that's rude. *Mystery* Link is like welp I gotta get ready for the fireworks, Sparrow (blonde child), do you want to be carried(you are tired my sweet little child can I hold you). In a remarkable display of maturity and sensitivity ( that totally wasn't me projecting because fathers being injured is angsty for children and because *Mystery* Link is obviously in pain) she is like nope.
Now everyone is sad.
Wind is like yo, can I carry you???
Now everyone is happy.
Also Sky joins the band.
*Mystery* Link gets a hug!
And Leg is feeling sappy but his ✨shrewd little mind✨ is working overtime.
:)
have a nice day!
first of all i love you for bolding some words and putting things in colors because that genuinely made it a lot easier for me to read and your intention was probably emphasis and tone and not that but thanks anyway /gen 🫶
ALSO THIS SOUNDS SO AWESOME, THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING ME TO YAP TO :) I LOVE TINY BLOND CHILD SPARROW
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lesbianrobin · 6 months ago
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i understand ur post but i have a byler mutual saying almost the exact same thing about if they make mlvn endgame because to give will one sole love interest and put him through that much trauma and struggle to accept his sexuality only to have the guy reject him and end up with his sister is homophobic writing and u probably dont agree but i find it hysterical that st have managed to get themselves into such a conundrum that their only option is to introduce mikes secret twin of the opposite sexuality thats been there the whole time so they both get a happy ending. surely this is a perfect plan and there are no flaws whatsoever and everyone will be satisfied
SMCKSKXJSNKE i was literally just talking to sarah about how they've written themselves into a corner by reintroducing the stoncy love triangle in s4 because BEFORE they could have been like yeah steve is over her and now he's finding fulfillment outside of romance etc etc but now they've reignited stancy for some fuckin reason (my fingers are crossed for that theory that says since the upside down is stuck in 1983 it was making steve and nancy's 1983 feelings come back) and suddenly they'll be pissing off Some segment of the fanbase no matter what they do.
re: byler i think. well first of all i think that byler isn't even remotely on the radar of casual viewers as an actual possibility and i don't think it could happen in s5 bc the vast majority of viewers would be like where the fuck did that come from. second of all my el argument is partially a joke but also it's just fundamentally a very different situation where like. for will if byler doesn't happen nothing gets Worse for him shit just stays the same. for el if byler happens something Must get worse for her like she loses her boyfriend of 2-3 years. they're in different situations.
third of all i think it's very silly for people to act like will Needs for mike to like him back in order to be happy when like. it's not The Crush that's making will miserable it's being closeted in a small town in the 1980s and feeling like he can never have what he wants and be truly happy in life. mike liking him back would not fix the misery he feels at having to hide this part of himself from the world.
yknow in s3 robin is a sorta closed-off character who's snarky and prickly at times and she only really opens up in the russian torture scene + the bathroom scene. and in the bathroom scene she is Terrified to tell steve she likes girls but she confesses to having a crush on tammy thompson and... steve makes her feel okay about it. he makes fun of her crush and robin feels Normal and Safe and they laugh together and by the time s4 rolls around robin is a much more open and happy person than she was back before she'd come out to steve. she's more herself. and you know what never happened? tammy thompson never liked her back. robin didn't need a girlfriend. she needed love and support and validation from a good friend. she needed to find comfort with herself and her sexuality and all the other parts of her that she hid behind a tough exterior for protection.
as much as i hate watching will scenes bc noah schnapp can't act for shit, i am kinda looking forward to seeing him finally openly addressing his sexuality in s5 and maybe realizing that his childhood crush on his best friend not being reciprocated isn't the end of the world. i think if will could move on and let mike go (in the romantic sense not as a friend) it might also feel a bit like letting go of all his pain over the past few years and starting over with a clean slate. obviously idk what exactly's gonna happen in s5 we're all just making shit up right now but i guess that's kinda what i hope will happen with him.
it makes me sad kinda that will's most dedicated fans are more preoccupied with getting him a boyfriend than like... self-confidence and shit. but i'm not actually that sad bc i kinda don't give a fuck about will anyway
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corneliathegreat · 1 year ago
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Stomachs 'n life presents:
"🍰Cake conundrum!🎂"
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• °H&M°
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• "Marieeee...!"
• The brunette closed her book and frowned. She told Hayden not to try the samples at Sugar and spice, but as usual, he didn't listen. Sure, the sweets there are amazing, but he knows what he can and can't handle. She stood up with a huff. Already knew what he was say was gonna say.
• 'Can you cuddle me until it's stops'
• Ugh! She has a job, dang it. She can't coax him everytime he has a self-inflicted stomachache. Marie swung open the door. Surprisingly, she saw a glorious sight. Her boyfriend was laying on the bed. Sweating, face twisted with agony, and his shirt was missing. She was in awe, BUT, remembered she was mad at him.
• "So,"
• She said, crossing her arms.
• "What's wrong?"
• Her tone was stiff and irritated. She wanted to make sure Hayden knew she wasn't falling for his "distressed" act. Either he didn't notice or he was purposely ignoring it, cause he groaned really dramatically.
• "I need your help."
• Hayden said softly. Marie scoffed.
• "Why Hayday?"
• She said, slowly approaching the bed.
• "Is it because somebody went back to the Sugar and spice when I wasn't looking?"
• She questioned, slowly crawling towards the blonde. Fear crept into him. Not only is the love of his life calling him out, but he could feel alot of stirring in his lower intestines. Like something was bubbling up real bad. He opened his mouth to explain, but she wasn't done talking.
• "And ate 5 bite sized cakes instead of 2?"
• She laid down, pressing her body against his.
• "Is that why?"
• Hayden sighed, feeling defeated. Marie wasn't a detective for no reason. But maybe he hasn't lost quite yet. He wrapped his arms around her neck and smirked.
• "That's my Enola Holmes."
• His girlfriend pouted, but still laid down in the crook of neck.
• "I told you, I like Sherlock more."
• He giggles and settles into a more comfortable position, moving Marie around as well. This might work. She's way calmer than five seconds ago. Just a few more sweet sentences and a shoulder massage, and he's in the clear!
• Grrrggg...
• Suddenly, his stomach grumbled. His eyes shot open. Crap, he forgot about the commotion from earlier!
• GrrRrrggg...!
• Once again, his stomach voiced another rumbly complaint. He looked around. Maybe he could grab a pillow or...no, Marie's on him. She's calm right now and he wants to keep it that way. His stomach began to grumble more.
• Rrrrwwllll...! GrrURRRglll...!
• He groaned, covering his burning face. Why were 5 LITTLE cakes causing such a ruckus? It felt and sounded like a UFC fight was starting in there. A dull pain hit, waking up from his thoughts. Hayden looked down, feeling distraught. It was Marie! Her extra weight was driving guts insane. Ahh, what should he do!?
• The brunette, on the other hand, snickered. She knew Hayday's stomach was getting worse because she on it. And she didn't plan on moving either. If he doesn't wanna take care of his stomach, fine. But she's not helping with the aftermath.
• GrRRRggg~!
• Shit...! Not only is this embarrassing, but its really starting to hurt too. It felt like everything he ate earlier was clumping together and bubbling. Like his intestines were going on strike or something.
• RrrRummmble~!
• Dang and it's cramping up! Hayden squirmed. His stomach was going crazy! In the midst of his suffering, the sickee looked down at his girlfriend. (Who looked extremely peaceful and not suffering at all)
• "Marie,"
• "Mm?"
• Hayden bit his lip, stopping a pain groan exiting his lips. Man, she had to move. Just off the bubbliest area.
• "Scoot up for me?"
• He asked, with puppy dog eyes. Marie smiled and complied. BUT, she sat up too. On his aching stomach. Rambunctious growls erupted from his intestines. What? He hasn't learned his lesson yet.
• GrrrOOOalll~! RrrrRrrr~!
• "Godammit, Marie..."
• Now he couldn't even coax his stomach! Or at least move into a better position. His girlfriend snickered and bounced a bit, rocking the content of his stomach around.
• RRRRG~!
• "Mar-"
• •°Urp!°•
• A burp forced it's way out. He covered his mouth and looked down. Gas bubbled up quickly and slowly...
• GRRRMMMBLLLL~!
• It erupted. Hayden gripped his girlfriend's shoulder as his midsection growled fiercely. For the love of- he couldn't do this anymore! The roaring guts, the embarrassment, the sudden gassiness. All of it was WAY past overdue. He just wanted it to stop.
• "Baby..."
• Marie paused, looking down at him unbothered. Hayden thought about next sentence carefully. (The room would've been silent, if his stomach wasn't still rumbling up a storm)
• "I'll be more responsible with what I eat, okay?"
• The black haired girl, raised an eyebrow.
• "Really?"
• He nodded.
• "Feeling like this sucks."
• As if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly.
• Urrrrggg...!
• A burp traveled up his throat. But, he swallowed it back down, resulting in another upset rumble.
• RrrRRRrrr...burrrblll~!
• Hoo boy. Marie kissed his forehead and ran her fingers down his long hair.
• "What am I gonna do with you?"
• Hayden blinked innocently.
• "Cuddle me?"
• His gal burst out laughing.
• "Sure, Hayday."
• She hopped off of him.
• "But first, lemme get something to settle your guts."
• "You sound like a garbage disposal."
• RRRGG~! grrrwlll...!
• He was hearing more coffee maker, but a garbage disposal is accurate too. He hugged his rumbling middle.
• "Touche, babe, touche."
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Kehehehe! Not bad for my first belly rumbling fic. I already really like these twos relationship. A flirt and a grouch. Next tale comes out Tuesday!
(And shout out and apology to @ymmyomm If you want these dividers removed, I'll do it with no fuss)
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bogkeep · 2 years ago
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lounges across a chair with a cup of tea. you know, i could do a little bit of aroblogging. for old time's sake. for new time's sake? 'cause there's a thought i've been rotating for a bit, something i've been wanting to knit into a piece of poetry - maybe some day, just not today. it's something i've not seen discussed very much, or at all, really - probably because i haven't been looking in the right spaces, or looking at all. probably because it's going to make me sound kind of pretentious or arrogant, but i'm used to that, so: it's just - the strangeness of being an aroace person people keep falling in love with. i think "kind of person people keep falling in love with" is just something that happens if you're a person who's comfortable with yourself, or when you have a lot of interpersonal relationships, or if you just share much of yourself with other people. just, having contact with people around you in some way. feelings happen when they have the opportunity to grow! i don't know how it works! but i've been that person, at least a little bit, you know? it kind of happened as i grew older and grew into myself. it was very confusing, too, because like okay, i like myself, but i'm not necessarily expecing others to like me, it's great when they do but i wasn't banking on it! what!!!! it's very sweet and all but it also means - facing the conundrum: do i Want this, or do i just Want to Want it, or am i just Curious about what it would mean to Have it? i've Tried, and i still don't know. personally, i'm glad for having tried, because otherwise i'd be asking myself for the rest of my life what it would be like to Try, and that's a me thing. i'm not immune to the yearning! you'd think being aroace would make you immune to the Yearning. i want my money back? it also means - that no, i'm not aroace "because i can't get some," i promise, but it's not an argument i should have to make in the first place. it's such a strange spiral of an accusation, because in the world i live in there's nothing shameful about being single or a virgin regardless of orientation. to me it's a relief to not have to have sex with another person, but apparently i live in a society and in that society that's such a fundamentally alien notion i'm impossible to relate to. sorry about that.
it also means - i have to be the person who rejects people, and there's always so many stories about being the person who gets rejected, and there's mountains of sad songs and sympathy for being the Rejected One, the Lonely One, and of course, learning to handle rejection with grace is an important, painful thing. never got many saturday morning cartoon lessons in how to reject, though. not just in romantic pursuits, but in general. always running the treadmill of the scarcity mindset and You Must Never Hurt Anyone For Good Reason and there i was, crying my eyes out at my childhood friend's trampoline in the sunset telling him i'm sorry i can't love him back that way, and there i am, replying to the kindest social media DMs with i'm sorry i can't be your friend but it's not something i can force - i know it hurts, and who would we be if it didn't hurt, and if i didn't hurt you i would have to be the one to carry the pain. it's hard to make relatable, i guess? always the fucking relatability! i know a lot of people can't Relate. because we're young and lonely and yearning and starved, because we're social animals, even if we're fiercely independent or enjoy the solitude. not to make assumptions! i know we're all different and want different things from life! but there's not a lot of frameworks for how to fill our cups when every beverage we're offered is the wrong flavor. i know coke makes my teeth feel weird but there's so, so many commercials for it, and it looks tasty in all of them, and i haven't had a drink in forever, how do i not crave it? i'll still show up to the party asking for a water and everyone is gonna give me the weird looks. am i sure? am i sure? i'm tired of feeling like a wrecking ball, i say. uhhh okay idk what that is about, they'll say, but water? that's a little boring, isn't it? we have so much soda, though. there's coke, coke, and vanilla coke. just tap water, please and thank you. hope i don't ruin your party.
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xgryffinwhore · 4 years ago
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september nights
request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught
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warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.
word count: 2118
before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.
through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.
“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 
he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 
he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.
he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:
“bill!”
his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”
smack.
your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.
the rest is basically history.
now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 
when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 
bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 
it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.
“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”
 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”
you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 
you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.
“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.
“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”
you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 
you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.
“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.
“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.
“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.
“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”
you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 
bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.
“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”
he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 
he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”
he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.
he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 
he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 
you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 
without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 
“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”
“i love you too bill.”
he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”
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kay-elle-cee · 2 years ago
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directors for Saturday night, blackevans beloved <3
Ah, a woman after my own heart! I could probably talk TOO MUCH about Saturday Night’s Alright, so I’m gonna get into it a bit beneath the cut.
Saturday Night’s Alright was really a masterclass in writing for me in the way that it evolved SO MUCH as I was writing. Originally, it was just going to be Sirius’ POV. I always knew he would meet Lily and they would form this kind of understanding between them, because I’m not only in love with the Blackevans BroTP, but I LOVE the parallel between their sibling dynamics. However, even then, it was going to be all-Sirius POV until he passed out from the pain, then we’d get a little bit of Lily POV and then poof, end of fic.
But the problem is, I LOVE writing Lily, and I wanted it to engage in a little “show, don’t tell” of why she was even in London in the first place, which led to a bigger Lily section. Additionally, I knew Sirius would be in a really dark headspace and didn’t know if I wanted to be in there the WHOLE time I was writing. I’m really glad I switched the POV to come in earlier, because Sirius is so preoccupied with his home life that while yes he’s sorry about Lily and her pain, he’s not really in the headspace to be thinking complexly about it. I thought being able to work through Lily’s complex thoughts of “this guy sucks and has recently caused me pain” and also “this guy is seriously not in a good place and needs help” was a really interesting conundrum and was, again, really worried about walking that line. Not having her forgive completely, but being able to set aside grudges for someone in need. (Which we then see James do the EXACT SAME THING 😭)
And of course when I was nearly towards the end, I decided James needed a POV? I’m not exactly sure why, but god it was a breath of fresh air because yeah, he was going through it too, but his life is just not as MUCH as the other two. He brought some levity to the fic (and my mental state) that I think it needed. (Which again is insane because again, JAMES IS ALSO VERY ANGSTY).
It was not supposed to be as long as it was, but the back and forth between Lily and Sirius just kept flowing and I couldn’t get them on track. They were supposed to have like, one conversation, and they had like, four.
Again, similar to “no, i could never give you peace” it’s dealing with really heavy, really delicate subject matter than I really wanted to make sure was being treated respectfully. It’s definitely one of the ficus I’m proudest of. I think it’s a great character study on these three, and I’m so happy it evolved the way it did.
<3 Thank you, Doe!
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humlors · 2 years ago
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day 3 of greystorm week!
heyoo! this one became wayy longer than i’d thought to begin with! this is one of many fjorester moments that made me scream out loud, but greystorm flavored!
prompt: Old Meets New - Recreate a scene from another campaign with @greystormweek! 
summary: In a deep underwater cave with limited ways of keeping your air in your lungs, few things and many things may happen. 
5k, read on ao3
On paper, the job hadn't seemed like a hard one.
The toughest ones never were, that was something Dorian had learned after many months on the road, scrapping by saving kittens from trees, only to be attacked by the owlbear mother and cubs living in said tree. With more people by his, Orym and Fearne's side though, things felt safer, easier. Yes, he'd get mildly mauled by a creature which nature should have thought twice before producing into the world, beak and claws in his face accompanied by a sure to be very manly scream. But, now the monstrosities would quickly and violently be dealt with, be it with an orb made of pure energy, a very scary dead woman, or a giant glass-maul smashing them to pieces of what they once were.
Though while all of that was a metaphor – more or less – it didn't change the facts. Dorian felt that life was easier in a larger party, no matter how strange many of them might be. More financial freedom, more people to rely on, a safety net in both directions. He was grateful he could trust the Bell's Hell's, as when having a brother on the run from some very crafty and bloodthirsty bounty hunters, he knew he at least could have a shoulder to cry, or at least mildly complain on.
So when their mission led them underwater, he felt like he could finally step up, pay back some respects and all that. The only thing standing in the way, though, was something that he shied away from even on his best day.
“I swear it's gonna work,” Imogen grunted through clenched teeth, a bead of sweat trailing down her cheek. From this angle, Dorian couldn't quite see what she as hunched over, but he'd been in the vicinity when the sorcerer had driven a hard bargain for the enchanted mask that according to the shop keep would allow a person to breathe underwater. Sadly, he'd been having a chat with Laudna only a metre or two away from Imogen when she'd seen the tear in the fabric, effectively breaking the spell. His ears still rang a bit from that. Some day he'd have to ask what all those words meant. Turns out that just because they were words in common didn't mean he had a clue they could be combined in those ways.
"And no one will blame you if it doesn't!" Laudna said sweetly over her companion's shoulder, right before looking up at the rest of the group with the same smile, but all reason gone from her eyes. "Right?"
"'Course not!" Fresh Cut Grass chimed in. (If they were following along in Laudna's cheery morale-upkeep from fear of the undead woman, or simply complete obliviousness, was never quite clear.) Rolling over with a slightly squeaky wheel – next to him, Ashton grimaced in pain at the sharp noise – the robot laid a few cold steel fingers on her shoulder, obviously giving her a quick inspiration. "You'll do anythin' you set your mind to, I'm sure of it!"
Orym looked up from his perch on Fearne's lap, just barely, to give a single thumbs up before once more settling on the faun's soft legs. Fearne smiled gently in the way only she could. Imogen ignored all of them entirely, her eyes and hands alight with concentrated magic. A simple mending spell didn't usually fix enchanted objects, everyone knew that. No one wanted to challenge Imogen when it came to magic. The conundrum was plain and simple.
"How long 'til she cracks, you think?" Came Ashton's low voice from the right of Dorian, with more than a hint of amusement leaking through.
Dorian's breath caught a bit, feeling the other genasi's warm breath gently touch his ear. "Not long," He whispered without meeting the other's eye, congratulating himself for not sounding as affected as he was from Ashton's proximity. "But I'm honestly just waiting for Laudna to pull a handful of hair out any second now."
The deep chuckle Ashton tried to hide behind his hand made Dorian's heart swell in his chest. He chanced a glance in Ashton's direction, letting his gaze trail over the sandy beach they were currently standing in the dunes of. They were probably counting themselves lucky in their usual sleeveless look. The sun above them was relentless, and Dorian couldn't risk taking off his armour before the mission was over. The most likely cooler water looked more and more inviting by the minute.
Ashton had a crooked smile on their face, gold lines glinting beautifully in the daylight, arms crossed. "So…" He began, gaze firm on Imogen's still form and Laudna's pacing (Dorian wasn't looking at their arms, no matter how fantastic they looked, just slightly flexed and up close. No, really.) before trailing up to meet the bard's eyes. "When are you gonna tell 'er you don't need air underwater?"
Dorian's eyebrows shot upwards, a surprised smile making its way to his face. "Huh. Not many people know that."
Ashton shrugged one shoulder (now he definitely wasn't looking.), something mischievous in their mismatched eyes. "I know more than you'd think, blue."
And if Dorian stopped breathing for a second or two, who was even counting?
A yelp of pure, frantic joy broke their short but intense staring match. Both heads snapping forward, Imogen was making a noise halfway between laughing and screaming. "It worked! I said I'd fix it, and I stitched that fucker back! Hah!" she stood up – a bit shakily, her knees surely not liking having been in one position for so long – kicking sand around her, the hand not holding onto the flimsy mask pumping the air in triumph.
Laudna was clapping her hands next to her, relief washing over the previous stress in her face. "Oh, I knew you could do it! Now…" she looked around, everyone suddenly snapped out of the last half hour's respite quickly (Out of the corner of his eye, Dorian spotted Orym leaping into action, newly awoken, fumbling for his sword before realizing that no danger was about, just a very loud and excited sorceress.) "… Who's volunteering for taking a dive?"
Ashton took a step away from the boulder they'd been leaning on, hand shooting up. "I'll do it. Didn't win over Anni in breath holding three Winters' Crest's in a row with nothing to show for it. In case that fix you did isn't permanent." His tone held a just barely held back cockiness that Dorian couldn't help but smile about.
Fearne, after putting Orym back on his feet while still looking a bit disoriented, cocked her head in curiosity. "Winter's Crest? I've never heard of that part of the tradition?"
"Well, we've got this whole – We make it more of a game night, and we've got that whole 'eat apple's from a tank'-thing used a bit more creatively- I guess – Anyway." Ashton explained in a rush, most likely leaving everyone with more questions than answers. He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder in the other genasi's direction. "Dorian's comin' with me."
"Pardon?" Imogen said after a beat. She'd stopped dancing by now, and it was obvious all that energy could easily be redirected into some other emotion. "There's only one mask. You can't-" She paused, eyes trailing over to Dorian, suddenly something like white-hot anger in them. "Dorian. If you knew the spell all this time, so help me-"
"I don't! I-I swear!" Dorian yelped, hands flying up in surrender. "I just… uh…"
He looked at Ashton, a bit helplessly. Of course, they had nothing but a shiteating grin on their face, eyebrows raising with a nod that said, 'No, no, go on. I wanna see this.'
He sighed. Then quickly blurted out, "I- my- my kind can kind of… hold our breath indefinitely. Gets pretty useful when diving a-and, other things. I guess." He could barely look at Imogen at the moment, shuffling his feet in the sand. "I was going to say something but, well, you seemed so set on the mask, so…?"
Braving a glance up, he was not entirely unsure Imogen wouldn't pounce and strangle him where he stood (not that that would have done anything, his mind unhelpfully added.), but instead she was quiet for a moment, took a deep, audible breath through her nose, then said. "Yep, Dorian. You really should'a said something."
"Cool!" Ashton said, clapping their hands together as a way of defusing whatever murderous intent Imogen was about to direct at Dorian. Obviously enjoying this far more than he should, Ashton cast a glance to Dorian with a grin. "Let's get wet then."
Dorian only barely registered Fearne giggling to his left, ducking and shaking his head slightly. And if his cheeks were warm while the party made their way towards the water, who would have seen, anyway?
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"And if something goes wrong and panic sets in, you remember you have to-"
"—Get to the surface, yes Orym, I do know basic swimming safety." Dorian couldn't help but laugh while quickly putting his hair up in a rudimentary ponytail. Armour cast off (defence be damned, he knew he'd more easily sink than swim with it on.) he was only in his pants and undershirt by now, and he felt like he could finally appreciate the warm winds flowing into the warm cave they'd moved into. The pool in the middle of the cavern was fragrant of salt and stagnant water, and he'd multiple times seen Fearne drop progressively larger pebbles into it, 'just to see what would happen'.
A few days ago, the chief of the small fishing village they'd been staying in the last week had burst into their rooms, screaming about a robbery, how the thieves taken the village taxes for this month, and how his head would be on the line if the local enforcers stopped being paid and started letting the various monsters living in the area into the community. After a sit down where Laudna and FCG had carefully but firmly explained that he should care more about people, the party had rushed off in the direction the sobbing chief had pointed in. What he'd failed to mention was that the thieves were not in fact a gang of dangerous criminals, but a small crowd of teenaged kenkus with a penchant for shiny thing. The Bells had followed the tracks of feathers and angular footprints to a hill overlooking the nearby ocean. The sound of chatter could be heard from quite far away, the avian creatures whooping and hollering about their latest prey. This meant the party had no issue sneaking up on them. Of course, with the steep hill, they hadn't seen the deep hole in the ground (the birds had been throwing coins into it just to hear them sploosh as they hit the water, just so they could then perfectly replicate the sound just heard. Really, who could blame them?)
So when Grass had rolled forward with a pleasant "Howdy!" as a way to make amends and end this confrontation peacefully, of course the pack of teens had scattered, trying helplessly to fly, all in different directions, all failing miserably. But, of course, not before one of them had knocked over the chest containing the treasury, sending all of it plummeting into the water below.
So after a quick rescue mission to the teens that had accidentally landed in the water, brushing their feathers off, giving them a stern talking to about what's yours to take and what isn't, and another long rant from the chief about how he couldn't have found more miserable mercenaries if he'd tried, they were back. Only, they'd thankfully happened to find a cave that lead directly to the surface of the pool they were to look for treasure in - Laudna's words, not his – which only made the situation marginally better. So much for luck.
Orym still looked slightly concerned, wringing his hands together, a knit between his brows. But instead of saying something more or less useful that would only make Dorian sigh deeper, he turned to Ashton instead. "And you, Ash, we still don't know exactly how long that mask lasts, so the second you've got the chest-"
"—Get to the surface! Yes, I'm aware!" Ashton said with a crooked smile and a grimace, stretching his arms above his head, delighting in hearing a crack or two. "Seems to be the end-all solution to being in the water. Getting out of it."
"It's not exactly the safest place to spend your time, that's all I'm saying." Orym huffed, arms crossing. Dorian did understand him in a way. Growing up on a mountainside like the village of Zephrah would make anyone suspicious about the unexplored parts below earth. "Just - make sure you get up before you're forced to do so."
"Aye aye, cap." Ashton responded non-committally with a small salute, going to remove the various heavy rings and studs on their fingers. 
As Dorian made himself ready, decidedly looking away from Ashton – somehow, without all the embellishments, they looked a bit more naked than usual - Fearne's voice came out from nowhere, as it usually did, over his shoulder. "So, you will definitely snag any other things you might find down there?"
Turning, she was smiling that smile that for most of the population meant a face of kindness and trust, but one that Dorian saw through for eagerness for another trinket to add to her collection. Dorian raised an eyebrow with a small, knowing smile. "You know we're doing this as a nice thing, not to gain from?"
Fearne just shrugged innocently, eyes twinkling in the low light Laudna had procured around them. "All I'm saying is that you never know what you might find." she looked down at him, cocking her head slightly. "Maybe a sugilite, lavender quartz…" Her gaze trailed around the cavern, obviously going down a list of some kind. "… I'm sure there might be an amethyst down there you'd like."
Dorian's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then shot up when realizing the implication. He swallowed hard, neck heating up. "Maybe." He responded, tone high in his throat. "S-still, not why we're here."
He then decidedly moved away from Fearne, who's gaze burned in the back of his neck. Not why we're here, indeed.
Seeing that Ashton was getting an earful from Imogen who was fruitlessly trying to explain how the mask worked, he slid up next to them. "Ready?"
Imogen batted away Ashton's hands, fiddling with the tie in the back of his neck. "Sure! So long as you don't mess with it – I'm serious, Ash, stop it – this should give you at least an hour without harm."
Dorian, seeing Orym's eyes widen in terror, mouthing a frantic 'an hour??' cut him off. "And we should definitely be done by then." Turning to Ashton, he said, "So?"
Ashton adjusted the mask covering the lower part of his face carefully, mismatched eyes glinting with excitement. "So? Who're you waiting for?"
Dorian blinked. "Well, uhm-"
Before he could say another word, Ashton gave him a firm smack in his back before standing up and running, then jumping into the pool and sinking – well, if it wasn't too on the nose – like a rock below the waters.
The splash was loud, water getting everywhere in the cavern. Beside him, Dorian could make out the disgruntled sounds of Imogen grumbling about getting water in places she'd rather not speak of. FCG, who had been standing right by the pool, made no move to wipe themselves off, simply looking curiously down where his friend had taken the plunge.
"Just – get in there." Imogen grunted as Laudna came running with a handkerchief, which she accepted gracefully.
Dorian swallowed the laugh building up, instead wading into the small, shallow plateaus of the pool. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, deep breath before stopping, getting used to the feeling of air flow staying where it was, before closing his hands, palms downwards, and diving beneath the surface.
He thought he'd heard a "Good luck!" right before his ears closed up, sounds becoming muffled and incoherent beneath the water. After sinking a second or two, he opened his eyes, vision blurred for a second, before seeing a dancing light having followed him down, floating in a way that it never really did in the air. Mentally saying a silent thanks to Laudna, he kicked his legs behind him, waved his hands downwards, and took the dive.
The bubbles Ashton had left behind were a helpful guide in locating him, already quite a few feet below. Still, the pool was deep, deeper than expected. While swimming downwards, his ears popped slightly, though he could barely pay attention to it, marvelling at the various plant life living under the waves. It was beautiful, And with the light he could stop anemones, corals and kelp, all shining in marvellous colours he couldn't imagine would look the same above surface.
While getting distracted by a plant – probably a coral that seemed more like a fancy, red mop, swaying back and forth in a way that was positively mesmerizing – Dorian felt a tug on his ankle that very nearly made him startle. Looking down, Ashton was still holding onto him, making eye contact before nodding downwards. Right, just an hour with no telling how deep they might have to go.
Dorian nodded as a silent confirmation, moving downwards as quick as he could muster, hoping he didn't look too embarrassed. In silent unison, the two continued swimming downwards.
The cavern moved in strange crooks at times, Ashton taking time to fill their pockets with stray coins that had fallen out of the chest on its way downwards. Dorian did his best to help, even if Fearne's "helpful" comment about gemstones before made it harder to focus.
Finally, after probably ten or so minutes of swimming, Dorian spotted the chest, lying open and bruised at the very bottom of the pool. Reaching over to tug at Ashton's arm – having gone cool after this amount of time underwater, yet still as calloused and scarred as he remembered from the few touches Ashton had allowed him – he pointed in the direction. Ashton's eyebrows shot upwards as a silent "fucking finally". Dorian couldn't agree more as they quickly moved, gathering the coins, digging in the sand as they slowly but surely gathered up and shut the chest.
When they both felt satisfied, the chest closed and secure enough to be lifted upwards, they both took one of the handles on either side. Ashton made sure to catch Dorian's eye before holding up a hand, showing three fingers. Second by second, he counted one down after the other, before the last one came down, and they both heaved, setting their feet and pushing up, up.
While the chest in itself wasn't huge, and it's contents not even particularly heavy, it took a lot for Dorian not to try to chip for breath, the surrounding water adding resistance enough for it to feel like they were carrying a struggling horse through a sea of syrup. While Ashton's strength outmatched his own, he was proud to say he didn't lag behind all too much, grabbing and pushing off of the cavern wall when it became necessary. They worked in tandem and efficiently.
Once in a while, Dorian couldn't help but to glance over at Ashton, taking brief moments to admire just how flawlessly they seemed to move underwater, how the low light accented the curves of his muscles in a delicate, gentle way. Above the surface, it was hard to watch him in battle, what with having to care about dodging attacks and charging back to ensure his own survival. But here, now, he could finally truly appreciate the way Ashton moved. Harshly, a bit recklessly, but always with a purpose. Dorian savoured it the most he could, letting his gaze trail over the other genasi's neck, fingers, chest…
Focus, he reminded himself, setting his eyes upwards again. Not what we came here for.
Slowly, they worked their way through the same path they came. The same plant life still bloomed as capturing as it had done before. At one point, Dorian's hand slipped from the rock he'd held onto. Panic surging through him for half a second, he grabbed onto part of the red strings of algae he'd admired before, pulling harshly before getting a safe hold once more. He would've breathed a sigh of relief, had he been able to.
Ashton shot him a look of concern, brows furrowed, to which Dorian only shook his head. Danger over, they continued.
The surface was gaining quickly, and at the sight of it, Dorian summoned the last of the strength in his aching arms to pull himself the last stretch quicker than before. The last few metres seemed tougher somehow, Dorian accounting it to seeing the end in sight making it both easier and harder at the same time. Several more lights floating above, as well as their friend's blurred faces gazing into the depths, Dorian heaved, hand firm on his handle of the chest.
Finally, his head breached the surface, and he spluttered, breathing deeply and as well as he could. Head spinning, he felt two sets of hands pulling on his free arm above shore.
"Oh, thank heavens-"
"How far deep down was that thing-?"
"Are you okay-?"
His friend's concerned voices came bombarding to his senses, the slowed down noises below the water he'd quickly gotten used to, making it seem like everything was being said at a much higher frequency than he as used to. He coughed out whatever water had gotten in his airways, taking one last lunge to haul the chest upwards, finally on land again. "I-I'm fine. It went well."
Wiping his face off, he looked up, the rest of the gang all having looks of concern and relief written across their faces. Orym, a bit further off in the cave, had his hands on his knees, head downward, letting out a groan of reprieve. Fearne was half in between casting a comforting smile to Dorian, and halfway gathering the coins that had fallen out of the chest. If she was pocketing for herself at this point, Dorian didn't have the energy to care about.
Feeling a tap of cold metal on the top of his head, he turned to see Fresh Cut Grass silently uttering a few words, a feeling of calmness overflowing him. "I'm sure you're fine but - It never hurts." They smiled (probably. It was always hard to tell.).
Dorian sighed deeply, the satisfaction of a job well done sinking deep in him. Exhaustion tugged at his entire being, and he longed to be some place dryer than where he was right now.
Just about to start complaining about how caverns really shouldn't be as deep and as hard to navigate as this one was, Laudna cut him off.
"Where's Ashton?"
Dorian froze. Whipping his head around, eyes darting around the pool, there was no sign of the other genasi. His eyes focused, and a handful of bubbles floated to the surface, just in the place Ashton had previously held.
Without a second thought, Dorian took another deep breath, and sunk below once more. His mind in high drive, he pushed off a wall, eyes searching for a hint of green, purple, black-
There. About ten feet below, Ashton's fuzzy shape was moving. But not quickly. Hazily, concurrently with the water around them. Not moving by themselves, not truly.
Dorian didn't think, couldn't, as he launched himself in Ashton's direction. Swimming closer, he saw more clearly what was happening, and almost swallowed a mouthful of water in panic.
The red algae, the one's he'd in a moment of need used as a handle before, was wrapped around Ashton's throat, his chest, his arms. Holding him close as a jealous lover would, terrified they would move another centimetre away. Ashton was fighting it, fingers curled around the harsh barbs of the plant. The points of them were sharp, pointed enough to cut through any fabric, enough to-
The mask was floating a bit helplessly, uselessly, about a metre away. Ripped nearly in half. Ashton wouldn't be able to reach for it, not that that was in the forefront of their mind at the moment.
Dorian didn't let panic take over, per se, but he didn't have another thought in his mind when swimming downwards, summoning whatever magic came naturally to him, hands alight and grasping, tearing the algae from their roots and up, except, Get off him. Get off him, now.
Not until the red strands were floating around them, twitching in their last moments of life, did Dorian see the violence he'd caused. It didn't matter. Frantically, he looked at Ashton's face, searching for anything to give him hope.
Their eyes were hazy and unfocused, eyelids slowly closing. From their lips came a few stray bubbles, the last of the preserves he'd had at the moment of attack. His hands floating weakly in the water, seemingly having reached for Dorian in those last moments, before giving up.
No. Dorian's mind raced. No, no, no, no. Grasping the genasi's face, he searched for any spirit left, just enough to get to safety.
None. One eye a clear purple, the other milky white, all stamina was draining quickly.
Dorian acted before thinking, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the other's. Reaching deep, he channelled whatever ancestor and whatever elemental power they'd left behind he could muster, pushing out the never ending air in his lungs and into Ashton's. The moment in itself felt too long, too drawn out, the gentle push of skin against skin, noses bumping against each other, fighting and hoping severely that it would be enough, if only for a moment. Under his fingertips, he registered the molten lines of gold, hard crystals, and the last warmth still in Ashton's body.
He pushed one breath, two, heart beating a thousand times a minute at the third, before he felt a gentle touch at his waist.
Dorian pushed backwards. Ashton's gaze was still unfocused, but he blinked once, twice, eyes darting over the other's face.
Fighting the urge to scream in joy and alleviation, Dorian quickly brought an arm under Ashton's, found a foothold, and kicked them both upwards.
They were heavy, but it didn't matter. An uncountable amount of seconds afterwards, Dorian kicking his feet against the gravity for dear life, he broke surface once more. Next to him, he both felt and heard a large and shaky intake of breath, and it may have been the most beautiful sound he'd heard in his life.
Around him, the Bells had gone into full panic mode, dragging both of them up to land again with intermingled shouts that he couldn't register. Every limb felt heavy and useless, yet he still could feel and missed the density of Ashton's form near him as they were separated. Every breath of air felt like a blessing, resonating in every crevice of his body.
Opening his eyes to see his friends rushing about the two of them, he laid his head down on the cold stone floor, his last ounces of energy having been thoroughly spent. Oxygen getting in his system once more, he registered Ashton about a metre away, coughing up saltwater in quantities that couldn't be healthy, Orym leaning over him, trying feebly to pound at his back.
Above him, Fearne was talking to him, asking something that he didn't hear the separate words of. He didn't care, not now. Instead, feeling droplets of water run over his face, he cast one last glance over at Ashton – alive, breathing, incredible Ashton – and with a single tired smile, let darkness take him.
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Birds sung in tune when he woke up again.
The linens he was resting on were harsh on his skin, but warm. Sun rays were hitting his face, and he grimaced at the sensation. With a groan, he turned over on his side, quickly regretting it, as every muscle in his body screamed in protest.
"Dorian, hey."
With a quick intake of breath, he recognized the voice, opening his eyes only a sliver. Light obscuring his vision or not, he noted the room he was in as one of the one's the party had been residing at in the fishing village the days prior. At the end of the bed were a handful of ribbons, as well as the pouch of treats Fearne had assigned for Mister resting. Orym's shield leaned against the wall just below the window he was facing. His own bag of toiletries were laid carefully in a corner. And in the chair where they were supposed to be was...
"Got me worried, there." Ashton said lowly, voice a bit rougher than Dorian remembered. Leaning his elbows on his knees, a small smile slowly worked its way to his face. "Good to see you're still among the living."
Still drowsy with sleep and overexertion, Dorian squinted. "How long was I…?"
"Not long." Ashton shook their head. "Probably just, y'know, a side effect of being underwater without air for a while. Kinda knocks the with outta you."
Despite himself, Dorian laughed quietly. The muscles in his stomach ached in response. He persevered.
Finally looking at Ashton – really looking – he saw dark circles under his eyes, exhaustion weighing hard on him. Around his throat and arms, prickles of newly healed wounds dragging like lines across his skin. "Are you…?" He started, something catching in his throat, letting out a cough before continuing. "You got stuck. How…?"
Ashton shrugged lifelessly, leaning back with a heavy sigh. "I dunno, man. One moment, things were doing good, the next, that shit just – caught me. No idea how it could even do stuff like that." They huffed a humourless laugh before crossing their arms, gaze trailing to the floor between their feet. "Unless you'd come back, I… I dunno."
The memories hit. The panic, the mindless decision to take his face in Dorian's hands, to bring their lips together-
"I'm sorry," was, of course, the first thing out of his mouth, heat rising on his chest and up his face, suddenly feeling more awake than the last second ago. "I-I didn't know what else to do, I just – I know you hate touch like that, but I had to do something -"
"Hey, hey," Ashton showed their palms, speaking in a tone uncharacteristically gentle for his character. "I get it. I don't blame you. You, uh -" They searched for words for a second, knee bouncing, one hand fiddling with a fraying part of their pants. "You did what you had to." They swallowed hard.
Somehow, that statement didn't give the relief Dorian had hoped it would. It had been a necessity, a moment of paralysing shock, nothing else. There were a million things he wanted to say and ask in response, among them being 'hope this won't make things weird', and, 'I'd do it again', and, 'please, don't read into it too much. Please.', but instead, he opted for a relieved, if pushed smile, and a "Yeah. Exactly."
Too many emotions swirled in his guts to be so newly awoken, and the pause that followed hung heavy in the small room.
Eventually, Ashton rose from their chair in a quick move, looking anywhere but the bed. " Anyway, everyone's been hovering for hours now, I'll just – go down, say you're good." They spoke quickly. "Oh yeah, and – uh, the chief guy was fucking overjoyed to see his money back. So that's – settled."
"Good!" Dorian squeezed out, wanting to shrink into the sheets more than he could possibly hope to do.
"Yep," Ashton said, mostly as a way to fill the silence. He stood for a moment, then took a few long and firm strides to the door, the floorboards thudding beneath them.
Content to wallow in his own conflicting emotions for the short amount of time before his friends undoubtably came rushing in, Dorian waited for the door to make its groan of unoiled hinges and then close again. It didn't come.
"Look-" Ashton's gruff voice came again, frustration apparent. Dorian peeked out from under his barricade of sheets, seeing the other genasi hesitating by the door, gaze anywhere but at Dorian. "I didn't – I'm not mad about it. Yeah, I fucking hate when people touch me out of the blue like that, but-"
Dorian sat up slightly, something tugging at him in Ashton's voice. It took a long second, one hand on the handle of the door, but after a deep intake of breath, Ashton met his eye.
"I didn't hate it." They said, let it sink in for half a moment, then opened the door, walked out, and shut it once more.
The bard in the bed didn't move, blinked, blinked again.
The words sunk in. The meaning behind it did. Ashton wasn't an eloquent person, no one would accuse him of that. But in the time Dorian had gotten to know him, know his way of speaking, of his quirks, of his manner of saying things and not at all saying them, he learned to work with them. Work with the feeling, the tough words that hid a tougher front, that peeled oh, so carefully back just a hint, revealed…
Well, Ashton had been waiting in that chair, hadn't he?
Dorian couldn't, wouldn't hold back the smile that came unhindered, that soft, warm feeling settling in the centre of his chest like a home to stay in.
He let it stay. In the moment, it felt like it crystallized, most likely in a shade of purple quartz.
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tothemeadow · 4 years ago
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THE REQUEST ARE OPEN AGAINN!! AHHHH CONTINUATION OF PILLAR BODY SWAP THANKYOUUUU
‘switch ‘em up pt. 4′ / Pillars x Reader (now with the Kamaboko Squad!)
warnings: none
words: 2,243
(a/n): I just wanna thank the lovely anon that gave me the idea to this plotline; it helped a lot!
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for reference: Giyuu/Shinobu | Gyomei/Mitsuri | Obanai/Tengen | Sanemi/Muichiro | Kyojuro/you
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“I’m not sure I understand entirely,” Tanjiro confesses, his eyebrows furrowing. “So you’re looking for some special type of herb?”
“Precisely,” Shinobu says.
Overhead, birds chirp and flood the skies, hopping from branch to branch and competing each other with their harmonies. A delicate breeze sweeps through the area, carrying loose leaves and the crisp smell of nature. On any other day, you’d love to come back; however, considering the circumstances, you’d rather not be here.
After much discussion on what should be done to return everyone to their normal bodies, Shinobu voiced an idea that may work – finding a special herb and using its medicinal properties. It’s a bit of a longshot, but it’s not like anyone else has any other better idea. And whether the others voiced it or not, everyone is secretly wishing that this magical plant will bring a miracle.
As such, you and the rest of the Pillars take the trip to Mount Sagiri; Tanjiro insisted he tag along since he knows the area well, plus he wanted to help. Of course, this meant traveling with his two friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke. Truthfully, it’s quite a crowd you’re traveling with, but it should prove to be useful to have extra eyes searching for the herb.
“Giyuu knows this area as well, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find it!” Tanjiro chirps, looking to his friend. Although Giyuu is still stuck inside Shinobu’s body, he looks away, a light blush dusting his face. “Plus, Urokodaki-san should be able to help us!”
“Wait, that old man who used to be the Water Pillar?” Tengen questions.
“Don’t disrespect him,” Giyuu abruptly snaps. The muscle in his jaw ticks. “That is all I ask.”
At that, Tengen lets out a drawn-out whistle. “Damn, alright. Don’t tear my head off, waterworks.”
“Waterworks? What kind of name is that?” Sanemi speaks up. “I think you’ve been inside of Obanai for too long, Tengen. Your insults are starting to turn lame.”
“Fuck you,” Obanai mutters.
“It’s not my fault Obanai doesn’t possess a flamboyant sense of humor!”
With a sigh, you watch on as Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai start bickering. Frankly, you don’t know why they’re even putting in the effort. Everyone is stuck in a situation that they don’t like, so what’s the point?
Beside you, Zenitsu wrings his hands, an uneasy expression crossing his features. “Uh… Kyojuro? Wait, wait, sorry – (y/n)?” You hum in response. “Are all the Pillars this… tense? Like, normally?”
“Heh. Well, not really. Sanemi’s always got a stick up his ass, and Obanai’s just naturally edgy like that,” you tell him. As you look to him, it strikes you as odd to have to look down at him. You’ve otherwise grown used to the height difference, but it still takes you aback sometimes.
Zenitsu snickers. His unease melts away, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “When you put it that way, it sounds just like that moron Inosuke.”
“Oi! Who the fuck are you calling a moron?!” Inosuke barks.
Quirking an eyebrow, Zenitsu shoots you a bored look. “See what I mean?”
“We’re here!” Tanjiro exclaims.
Having been distracted from the short conversation with Zenitsu, you’ve completely ignored your surroundings. Cursing yourself internally for being so careless, you look ahead, taking in the sight of a small home with an even smaller garden next to it. So this must be Urokodaki’s home, huh? How quaint.
“This doesn’t really look like much,” Muichiro voices. Shifting his attention to Giyuu, he cocks his head. “So this is where you were trained?”
Giyuu nods stiffly. The look on his face – Shinobu’s face – is, well, vulnerable. You haven’t seen him show so much emotion before, and it’s a bit startling. If you’re being entirely honest, it looks as though he’s ready to throw up everything that’s inside his gut.
“It’s just as I remember!” Tanjiro chirps. “It’s nice up here, don’t you think? The air gets thinner from here on up, so please be careful when scaling the mountain.”
As if on cue, the door to the house slides open, revealing an elderly man with a tengu mask adorning his face. The air about him demands respect; it’s more than obvious that this very man was a Pillar, and a strong one at that. You watch on as Tanjiro and Giyuu step up towards the house before dropping into respectful bows. Tanjiro’s movements are much more fluid, more comfortable. Giyuu’s are more… wooden.
“Tanjiro, my boy!” Urokodaki greets. Ushering Tanjiro closer, he greets the young man with a hug. “…Who’s this fine lady with you?”
Tengen laughs.
“Urokodaki-san, it’s me,” Giyuu grumbles. “Giyuu…”
Although you can’t see Urokodaki’s face, you have a pretty good idea of what it’s like. The man falls silent, glances from him to Tanjiro, then he scans over the group behind him. Sure, you can’t blame him for being skeptical; a random swarm of people showing up to your house unexpectedly is bound to raise some questions. However, these are all Pillars he’s dealing with. This isn’t something to take lightly.
“Urokodaki-san,” Tanjiro begins, “we need your help. We’re not entirely sure how, but all the Pillars switched bodies with each other. It’s been like this for a number of days now, and we don’t know how long it’s supposed to last.”
After another moment or so of silence, Urokodaki sighs and crosses his arms. “Listen, kid, that seems a bit… much, don’t you think?”
“It might be some sort of Blood Art!” Tanjiro rushes. “Please, Urokodaki-san!”
Again, another sigh. “So everyone is in another body than their own? Haven’t heard of an ability like that before, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible.” Nodding in Shinobu’s direction, he says, “So, that’s Giyuu’s body, but it isn’t him?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Shinobu tells him. “Believe me when I say I don’t want to be in Giyuu-san’s body more than I have to.”
“Ehhh?! What’s with all the talking!” Inosuke bursts. “You guys said you wanted to find a plant, not talk to some old coot!”
“Inosuke!” Tanjiro scolds, but he’s too late. In a blink of an eye, Giyuu practically materializes right before Inosuke, his fist colliding with Inosuke’s gut. There’s a loud groan of pain as Inosuke drops to the ground, his hands clutching onto his stomach. To the side, both Zenitsu and Tengen break out into fits of laughter.
“I told you not to disrespect him,” Giyuu grunts.
“Ohoho!” Kyojuro booms, just as loud as always. At this rate, he’s going to blow out your vocal cords before you can get them back. “How loyal, Giyuu! I’m impressed!”
Rolling your eyes, you break away from the group, opting to join Tanjiro. “Urokodaki-san,” you greet, giving a polite bow, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. Listen, I know this is a complicated situation, but we really need to find this plant. It’s crucial that we do.”
Urokodaki hums. “I know you – you’re Rengoku Shinjuro’s boy, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Well, technically – but I’m not Kyojuro. I’m (l/n) (y/n), the Wild Pillar.”
“You’re not? Figures. This whole “switched body” conundrum is making my brain work in ways it hasn’t worked in years.” Urokodaki waves a dismissive hand at you. “Whatever. If all of you are willing to look for such a plant, feel free to scale the mountain to your heart’s content. I’ll get dinner started.”
“Thank you so much!” Tanjiro chirps. After Urokodaki slides the door shut behind him, the two of you turn back to the others, smiles plastered on both of your faces. “Everyone – it’s time! Let’s turn you all back to normal!”
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After hours of searching, no one has come up with anything. Granted, a vast variety of edible plants line the mountain – all of them useful in one way or another – but it’s not the dreaded silva you’re looking for. Shinobu said it was vine-like, with delicate leaves shaped like bells. The only you found worth of any interest was watching Inosuke eat almost every mushroom he could find and crack open acorns like they were nothing.
Soon, the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of peach and berry. The view was simply breathtaking, and you had to stop to take it in for a few moments.
“It’s always been like that,” Giyuu says quietly. Stopping next to you, he gazes at the setting sun, a wistful gleam in his eyes. “Most of the time, we were too busy training to watch it, though.”
Now that you think about it, Giyuu has been acting weird ever since arriving. Call it intuition, but you’re almost positive that he was feeling guilty about something. And he said we instead of I, so that only confirms your suspicion. Glancing around, you imagine a younger Giyuu descending the mountain, panting like crazy in the thin air, narrowly avoiding the numerous traps Urokodaki set up. If he experienced anything like the pain roaring in your back and sides right now, you’re amazed he dared to set foot back on this very mountain.
“Thinking back to simpler times, huh?” you ask, voice soft.
Giyuu scoffs. “The training was far from simple, but yeah. Things were a lot more different then.”
As if acting on its own, your arm slings itself around Giyuu, tugging him closer and holding him against your body. With him in Shinobu’s body, he’s so small, his head nestled against your chest. At first, he tenses up, but then slowly relaxes in your hold. Ever since switching bodies, you’ve noticed Kyojuro’s personality starting to bleed into yours. Hell, even his body is trying to one up you.
“I miss him,” Giyuu whispers.
Your heart drops to your stomach at his tone. “…Who?”
“Oi! Are you two just gonna stand there or are you coming back down?” Sanemi snaps.
Muttering a curse under your breath, you pull away, but you keep a hand on Giyuu’s forearm. “You’re helping me down, got it? This mountain gives me the creeps and I don’t want to get rammed by another damned log. Seriously – how did Urokodaki-san even set them up?”
Despite the saddened glint in his eyes, Giyuu manages to crack a smile.
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The inside of Urokodaki’s house is cramped, but it’s also very homely. Scattered around the living area, each person more or less sticks to themselves, too much in pain to engage in lively conversation. Shinobu treats to the wounds, making sure bones are intact and intestines didn’t take too much of a beating. The only ones completely unaffected are Tanjiro and Giyuu, but that much is obvious.
“So what now?” Mitsuri asks. Still in Gyomei’s colossal body, she’s probably one of the Pillars that’s had the most trouble adjusting to her new form. “We’re not going to give up looking, are we?”
“I didn’t think it was this rare,” Shinobu admits. “Perhaps we were looking at the wrong spots on the mountain? It’s possible.”
“Take a breather before springing back into motion,” Urokodaki says. Sitting before the hearth, he absentmindedly prepares some tea. “Think, plan, then go about your business. A mindless game of hide and seek isn’t going to produce any results.
“Mmph! Mmph!” Nezuko agrees (or you think so, anyway). You’ve only met her a handful of times outside of her box, but you enjoy her company very much.
“Wait,” Shinobu suddenly says, snapping upright. “Urokodaki-san, what’s that you’re grinding up right now?”
Setting down his mortar and pestle, Urokodaki busies his hands with plucking apart wildflowers. “It’s silva. It grows right out here in my garden.”
At that, Shinobu’s draw drops. “By the gods-“ She facepalms, then, and groans. “That’s the herb we were looking for! You’re telling me that it’s been down here the entire time?!”
“Why didn’t you say what you were looking for?” Urokodaki says. “Could’ve saved a lot of time.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Sanemi curses.
“That wasn’t very flamboyant of you,” Tengen chimes in. “I agree with Sanemi – this is bullshit.”
Urokodaki shrugs. “And how is that my fault? You’re all Pillars, are you not? Shame on you for being unobservant.”
“Urokodaki-san, please,” Tanjiro says.
“Alright, alright, fine.” In a couple of minutes, he prepares the tea as planned and pours it into a number of ceramic cups. “Since you’re all on my ass about it, drink up.”
“Uh, should we really be drinking this…?” Zenitsu squeaks, staring down at his own cup.
“Stop being a pussy!” Inosuke cackles. Tipping his head back, he downs his tea in one go.
Everyone more or less follows suit, taking sips of their own tea. As you set your own cup down, you feel the beginning of a warm, pleasant sensation in your lower tummy.
“Hey, Shinobu?” Tanjiro asks. “Is the herb supposed to make you feel sleepy?” At his words, Nezuko slumps to the floor. One by one, all the others drop like flies, yourself included.
Some time passes before your eyes crack back open. The inside of Urokodaki’s house is dark; from the crickets chirping and an owl hooting nearby, you quickly realize that it’s nighttime, and it’s probably late. With a groan, you sit up, dragging a hand across your face in the process. Wait… that’s not your hand, and it’s not Kyojuro’s either. Squinting through the darkness, you’re able to make out slight details, but it’s enough to make your heart sink. The herb didn’t work.
You’re in Giyuu’s body instead.
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martianbugsbunny · 2 years ago
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OUAT Thoughts Pt. 17--Episodes 14-15
I have watched through S2E14; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.
Ended up saving Andor for the weekend, so I had time to watch OUAT. Enjoy!
—Okay no. I’ve had it up to here with villains winning because they hold one person hostage to get an object the hero possesses. This hostage is usually a person who would die for good, if given the choice—actually, these people often say something along the lines of “don’t do it, you’ll be letting the villain win.” Good is not saving one person’s life by screwing over everyone else. Cora having that dagger is always going to be a worse option than one person dying. It’s literally not even a debate. Perhaps the idea of such a conundrum is to point out that the hero’s weakness is being too good—but then it also tacks on stupidity and shortsightedness, free of charge. If a villain threatens to kill a hostage if they don’t get their magical world-destroying object, the hero is not the badguy for choosing to keep the object and let a single person die.
—Aaaaay, Mrs. Patmore! It’s a shame she had to die so soon, but she was gonna die either way.
—Also, heroes are pretty dumb for ever believing the villain won’t just kill the hostage anyway. Like, I wouldn’t gamble the fate of the world or the fate of hundreds/thousands of others for the possibility of saving one person.
—Y’all, I been so steamed about the cliches of Good v. Evil that I forgot Mr. Gold is dying!…And now my emotional pain returns.
—The only possible bright side is that there is the world’s tiniest possibility of Mr. Gold and Baelfire being un-estranged eventually.
—The other very dark side (you know, besides death) is that Mr. Gold will probably end up under Cora’s control. Or she’ll kill him. Man death is persistent.
—Rumplestiltskin’s soldier uniform was pretty.
—His wife is an arse. She told him that she would rather he died. I have no love for him pulling a Thomas Barrow, but I would rather have my spouse home with an injury, self-inflicted or otherwise, than dead.
—Young Snow White’s dresses are gorgeous. A little stiff, perhaps, but so well decorated.
—The Good Queen’s red dress was stunning, also. Once again, well decorated.
—That Seer girl was creepy as heck. It’s not bad enough that she has eyes on her hands, she also has to have stitches all over her face?
—Then she grows up and Rump gives her the High Five of Destiny and she dies. GG.
—I understand Bae not wanting to talk to Mr. Gold. He’s got a load of trauma. On the other hand, Mr. Gold has been searching for him and manipulating the entire world to find him for centuries. On another hand, a lot of Bae’s trauma is heavily associated with magic. It’s complicated and messy, but my end goal is to see Mr. Gold apologize properly, start reforming, and to have a friendly relationship with his son again.
—Snow White having a brat moment as a kid is a good move. My number one love for Snow White is that she is deeply and fundamentally good, but a child does not start that way. That’s simply not how human beings work. Her becoming a better person wasn’t an especially complicated, but that’s fine, because she passed a hard test for a good reason.
—After Queen Elizabeth’s funeral, Snow curtseying to her mother’s body made me a lil weepy. (My mom, too. She loves royal stuff from all over the world. She watched all of the important moments from Her Majesty’s funeral proceedings live.)
—Rump’s story now has a bit of a cliche in it, but this one I don’t mind much. He’s become like the parental person he always swore he would never be like, and that is such a real and possible thing that I like seeing it. It’s easier than we like to think that we might turn out like people who have disappointed, which is ironic because we spend so much of our time worrying about it. But it is possible to do better, even if you do fail yourself in such a manner, which I hope is portrayed for Rump in the following episodes.
—I don’t want Snow White to be a bad person. Emma is our morally dubious hero for the series; Snow’s appeal, as mentioned above, is that she is good. She turns the other cheek, she pulls for the other person, she believes in good itself. Of all the people to turn dark, she’s the one I wouldn’t want—but I suppose that’s why she was picked. Also, that might put her into direct confrontation with Charming, which I’m not relishing the idea of.
—Bae’s a Lost Boy. That’s fun. Are we gonna find out that he’s actual fricking Peter Pan at some point, too?
—If we can have stuff from story sources that aren’t Grimm/Anderson, we should get some Nightmare Before Christmas characters. Not as mains, but as a side adventure into another world for a limited time.
—Bae’s fiancee can’t possibly be a regular person. He’s known about Storybrooke for a while, and he requested to be notified when the curse was broken, so obviously he expected to come into contact with those people again. I don’t think he’d really drag a regular woman into that disaster.
—I also don’t think that A) Rump would draw a map to his dagger, or that B) Belle would be stupid enough to leave that notecard in her purse. Which leads to the possibility that the map was a fake, which is frankly the most plausible idea.
—Hiding the dagger in the clock hand was brilliant.
—It’s fun that future sight is being depicted as a burden. It’s easier to have a Seer be just an omnipotent person who gives advice, but in a vague or cryptic form, and who really doesn’t seem to suffer for it. The idea that the future is simply too much for one person to see is an interesting take.
—Henry eating his way across the eastern seaboard has been just about the only part of that journey that isn’t entirely tragic. Cinnabon, hot dog, pizza…what next?
—Probably some weird-ass pirate food. Whatever Hook has on board his ship.
—I want to know more about whatever beef Cora had with the Good Queen. Were they sisters? Were they friends? Is that even going to be explored later? So many questions! —I feel very smart having figured out that Bae was Henry’s father.
—Thanksgiving would be awkward for these people. I kind of want to see that.
—Pinocchio threatening Bae with a typewriter was hilarious. I mean, it was supposed to be serious, and it kinda was, but come on!
—Still wondering where Pinocchio has wandered off to. But at this point I don’t expect to ever find out.
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sapphic-sasuke · 3 years ago
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i just binged ur meta and this one on danzo is where i hoped the story would go after the pain arc when i first watched shippuden...
hope u don’t mind if i ramble here...i think naruto as a series kind of tried to have its cake and eat it too? like we get these hard moral conundrums (pain asking naruto what he thinks will bring peace) and also these cookie cutter talk-no-jutsu moments about conquering hAtReD which is so frustrating...it just had so much potential (guess that’s why i’m still bitter about it so many years after i first watched it lol) and whenever the main cast is presented with ideological conflict it’s just half-assedly resolved (hyuuga subplot grr)
out of curiousity, do u have any thoughts on how the shinobi system could actually be reformed? I haven’t read boruto but from the small bit i’ve absorbed through tumblr, naruto’s way didn’t work out at all. and what do you think of nagato’s magic nuke idea? whenever i think back to naruto now somehow nagato seems like the most reasonable dude, magic nukes are at least a bit more realistic than whatever madara and obito’s plan was.
okay one more thing do you have any fic recs for a sasuke who actually goes on to start revolution? and the system gets criticised and broken down? i’m forever salty that the vague arc that was forming where suigetsu and sasuke were wandering to different orochimaru bases and freeing the experiments didn’t lead to something more concrete. (i hope i’m remembering this right, it’s been like six years since i watched that part so >_<)
(sorry if this is choppy and disjointed, goddamn tumblr crashed just when i was gonna send the ask so i tried to reconstruct it from memory ugh)
((i was gonna end it here but i stumbled upon an itachi appreciation post rn so naturally i have to get a rant out of my system...people really try to glorify child soldier itachi committing genocide on his own family on the orders of his corrupt military dictator leaders lol. btw what is ur itachi characterisation? we see so little of him that’s not an “act” or from sasuke’s eyes, getting a handle on him is so hard.))
damn this ask got long...sorry for spamming ur inbox 🥺 have a good day!
hello! and thank you! im happy my danzo analysis was one you enjoyed
i completely agree that there were wonderful points in naruto that were simply discarded for no viable reason and with the potential it had? crazy honestly same here i think it's why i love the show so much because the potential it had to properly address these issues was there and we almost got that through sasuke but then he was "corrected" by naruto and the main cast. the conflict is so half-assed, and it makes me think... why bring up these issues that mirror real life (genocide, slavery etc) but then.. not ever properly resolve it?
nagato's one does seem the most reasonable tbh although if i were to look at canon options, id lean towards sasuke's goal. i think the revolutionary ideas were made very violent and "extreme" on purpose to have clear villains in place. i dont think an actual revolution by sasuke would be so... i do think that the shinobi system cant be reformed, only destroyed. reforming means compromising with the same shinobi who were keeping the system in place eg the kages etc. naruto is resolved by saying if we all fight against hatred things will be okay but that doesnt address how the "hatred" is getting intensified by the system itself that promotes violence for the sake of your village and for economic gain.
fics for sasuke starting a revolution are... very hard to find. i have some good anti konoha ones that are sasuke centric like this and this . i think the second one is building up to a revolution and its really good. as for my chosen characterisation of itachi. well if we are thinking canon wise, i have a oneshot where its mostly in itachi's pov hejfadsjdj if youre curious that fic is how i see itachi. not canon wise i have some chosen characterisations of itachi that i find very fun like this
(i feel you. i hate seeing people glorify itachi's actions. you're free to like him, even i do, but the moment you begin to try and defend genocide, torturing your own brother and all that disturbing jingoism is where i draw the line. itachi being used as a political pawn for the elders is an explanation, not a defence. he still decided to do it.)
and dont be sorry i love receiving asks :)))) have a nice day <333
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romewritingshop · 4 years ago
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I’m a Dad
Fandom: Choices, Open Heart, AU
Relationship: Dr. Ethan Ramsey X F!MC (Name: Alyssa Brooks)
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of birth complications, Alan is okay no need to panic 😅, anxieties of fatherhood, slight injury (nothing gruesome).
Rating: 12+ Word Count Total: 3209
AN: This is a birthday commission for @tsrookie who wanted a fic of dad!Ethan. I hope this is what you wanted and enjoy. The song that inspired this was Michele Morrone’s Dad (Accoustic Version):
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I wanted to portray the significance of Alan in Ethan and Alyssa’s lives. It was emotional writing this 🥺.
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A blissful silence settled in the room as Ethan tossed his house keys onto the kitchen countertop. Flicking the switches as the lights turned on in his house. A large suburban white painted house that he and Alyssa bought a few years ago. Ethan’s eyes wandered around the living room, taking in the quiet. Alyssa wasn’t home yet which gave Ethan the time to head to his study. Clambering up the stairs and going to the first door on his left, a spacious room with forest green walls. A metal case of shelves with wooden baskets filled with stationary, was diagonally placed in the corner to the door. Directly opposite the door was a mahogany table with a cushioned wheeled office chair.
To the left of the door, was a red and green small plastic table and bench. Crayons and pencils were scattered on the table and floor, there were sheets of coloured papers with indiscernible scribbles. The furrow in Ethan’s eyebrows relaxed as he slipped off his black cashmere jacket and hung it on a hook to the left of him. Crouching by the small kids table and glanced at the drawings, noting the curved shapes to be attempts at writing. Writing what exactly? He wasn’t too sure. 
Nathan and Savannah were the smartest kids he knew. Why wouldn’t they be though, since their parents were the acclaimed doctors of Bloom Edenbrook’s diagnostics team. Ethan put their drawings in a woven basket which had a label of ‘kids’, he held onto all the crayons and pencils and placed them in their respective labelled pots. Placing the pots in their woven basket and placing their basket on top of the shelf unit. Alyssa probably didn’t have time to tidy up their mess because they were spending the afternoon and evening with Alyssa’s friends.
Maybe now was a good time to get started on his project as he pulled out a basket and took out a few sheets of thick matte paper and an envelope. Bringing them over to his desk and seating himself, opening a drawer in his desk. He took out a few ink pens and placed the pens next to his paper, his eyes darted to the wooden picture frame of Alyssa and their three kids: Allison, Nathan and Savannah. He still couldn’t believe that he was theirs, and they were his. It was only yesterday, when he and Alyssa were in the reception, treating for a thoracotomy and now they had a house and kids.
Ethan knew what he had to do as soon as he brought his pen to the paper, the words flew right through him as he wrote. The memories of his kids flooding his brain with a warm familiar glow.
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“Out of the way!”
Ethan rushed down the stairs, shoving past nurses and doctors before slamming the corridor door open to the maternity ward. Sienna was hot on his heels as he growled and grimaced at people, his eyes went to the pager as a message from Naveen popped up. ‘4cm dilated’. Ethan was close as he weaved through a never ending maze of Edenbrook’s corridors. In the distance he spotted Naveen, his dad Alan, and his daughter Allison were looking into the window of one of the maternity rooms.
“Ethan! There you are!”
“Daddy!”
His crinkled grumpy face relaxed at the sight of Allison. Five years old with a knack for mischief and a carbon copy of himself. She had his eyes and ears but Alyssa’s nose, lips and hair. Alan was taking care of Allison while Ethan and his wife were working, however, Alyssa’s contraction pains strengthened and her constant lavatory needs indicated that she needed to be checked in. Naveen came up to stand beside Ethan; who took Allison into his arms.
“Naveen, how is she?”
“Well the contractions are hurting and I have a feeling the babies are coming now. Dr. Delarosa is in there with her. Are you ready Ethan?”
Ethan gave a nod as he turned to Allison, a calm gentle smile reserved for her.
“Time to get your new siblings. You okay to wait here with Uncle Naveen and Grandpa?”
“Yeah! Uncle Naveen is buying me chocolate!”
Ethan quirked a brow at his mentor, who in return stuck with a confident grin before Ethan placed Allison down. Naveen clasped his hand around her tiny hand and led her to the staff break room, whilst listening to her ramblings about her new siblings. Ethan took a deep breath as Alan stepped up to rest his hand on his shoulder.
“I’m proud of you, son.”
Ethan smiled and was about to step into the room, when something held him still. His buried nerves leaked through his wall as memories of Dolores seeped to his front. Alyssa was pregnant with twins, that alone carried several complications in terms of the positioning of the babies, possible post partum haemorrhage. On top of that she was one week late, twins born post due date carry risks to the mother and the babies.
A flash of baby Ethan in the NICU drained the warmth from his face and he felt like he was drowning. He couldn’t breathe as he pressed a hand against the door ledge, bowing his head as Alan stood beside him. Alan could tell Ethan was panicking. His shoulders shook as Alan gently probed.
“Ethan?”
“What if something happens?”
“Boston’s famous doctor is worried about a twin birth? Ethan, you’ve done this before. You know what to do.”
“It’s different. Alyssa is in there. She’s the patient. What if I can’t make the right decision?”
“Ethan Jonah Ramsey. You are a diagnostician. A famous one at that. You look at the possibilities before you make your decision. You have it in you son. Plus she’s a fighter. She won’t back down. But she needs you. Be brave and if you can’t be brave, be brave for her. She needs your support.”
His father’s words felt like a warm wash of life as he inhaled the air, exhaling his anxieties and giving a steady nod. Ethan smiled at his father before pushing open the door to step into the room, stepping into action to help make Alyssa’s labour as easy as possible.
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“Daddy! When is Twilight Sparkle coming?”
“In a bit. If you finish your lunch, then she’ll come.”
“Daddy! Will she bring a lot of presents for us?”
“An average amount, Nathan.”
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched over the several little kids munching on their mini pizza slices and tater tots. It was the twins’ birthday today and the two of them invited their whole class to celebrate, the sun was shining as the kids sat on picnic blankets. The Ramseys’ had a spacious garden which could hold for nearly twenty five kids and several adults. Bryce, Jackie and Elijah were keeping an eye on the kids as Ethan slipped away to the kitchen where Alyssa was sat on a breakfast stool with her foot in Sienna’s lap. Aurora was beside them as she carefully tapped a finger against the swollen skin near her ankle. Jenner paced on his paws with nervous energy as he whined at his mom, Alyssa.
“Alyssa has sprained her ankle … Ethan.”
The friends still had a difficult time addressing Ethan by his first name but he paid no heed to it as Alyssa tried to come off the stool, trying to brush off the pain.
“It’s nothing, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I don’t walk on it.”
Ethan sighed rather exasperatedly as he folded his arms at his wife. That motion alone made Alyssa meekly smile and remain in her seat. Aurora handed her a cool pack for Alyssa to use for her sprain. She knew that she needed to rest her ankle but the twins would be so upset.
“Fine. But how are we going to solve the entertainment issue?”
At that moment the front door opened and closed as Alan strode in with a confident excited gait. He had a white cardboard box in his hands as he hummed and placed the box on the table, unveiling it to reveal a My Little Pony cake with ‘Happy 4th Birthday! Nathan and Savannah’. Alan’s brows sagged at the sight of his daughter-in-law.
“What happened?”
“I … fell.”
Ethan resorted to pinching the bridge of his nose before explaining the story. The children were showing off dance moves and there was a little girl who was showing off her gymnastics ability. Alyssa thought she could show off her talent by demonstrating a cartwheel, unfortunately her cartwheel was aimed the wrong way and Alyssa landed awkwardly in a bush with her legs askew. Alan smiled at Alyssa as he realised that there was an issue of entertainment since Alyssa was planning to dress up as the kids’ favourite character, Twilight Sparkle.
“I guess that means Alyssa can’t be Twilight Sparkle.”
Sienna gave a nod and spoke up.
“Aurora, Jackie and I would do it but I don’t think there’s enough time for any of us to learn everything about My Little Pony. The kids are gonna see right through us.”
“It’s a conundrum.”
Everyone took a moment to think before Alan’s eyes twinkled with an idea.
“I have an idea. Sienna, start watching some My Little Pony, I’ll stall the kids. ‘Lyssa, where did you keep your guitar?”
Alyssa’s eyes twinkled as she informed Alan of the guitar, to which Aurora ran up to search for it. It seemed everyone knew what to do, everyone except for Ethan, who placed his hands on his hips, turning to his father.
“Would you mind clueing me into your plan?”
“A little singing will have the kids distracted while Aurora, Alyssa and Sienna get ready. The kids will love it!”
At that moment, Bryce popped his head through the glass garden doors, there’s a slight line of sweat near the crown of his neck as he nervously glances back.
“The kids are going rabid if Twilight Sparkle doesn’t come in the next five minutes.”
Aurora rushed back down and handed Alan a brown varnished acoustic guitar, a gift from Alyssa’s patient Remy. Alan hung the strap over his shoulder and strutted outside to where all the kids shrieked and yelled.
“Okay kids! Who’s gonna sing the My Little Pony theme song?”
Ethan went out and noticed all the kids sitting at their picnic blankets, bopping and singing while Alan strummed the tune of the My Little Pony theme song. Ethan and Rafael took the time to begin cleaning up the rubbish whilst Bryce, Elijah and Jackie kept an eye out for Sienna, Aurora and Alyssa. All the kids and the twins were enraptured, even Jenner was happily panting to the music. Alan was going through a list of songs going from the My Little Pony Theme Song, to the lime and coconut song and to  the rhinestone cowboy.Not long after, Alan got a thumbs up from Bryce and Jackie to which Alan smiled and announced.
“Now children! There is someone who’d like to wish two special children a Happy Birthday!”
Nathan and Savannah jumped up with excited shrieks as Alan strummed the music of the theme song and out came Twilight Sparkle. It was Sienna donning a purple sparkly dress, wings protruding from the back and a dark wig flowing off her shoulders. Her unicorn headband was fixed into the wig and her purple make-up shone in the sun as Sienna skipped towards the kids, tossing bounds of glitter.
Aurora and Jackie were helping Alyssa settle on a deck chair as the twins hugged and cried at the fact that Twilight Sparkle had come to their party. Ethan and Alyssa sent a thankful smile as Alan returned their smile, everyone’s faces warming at the twin’s excitement.
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Ethan used the back of his hand to wipe off the sweat on his brow as he pushed the front door of his apartment open. Baby Allison happily chewed on her yellow teether while bouncing in the baby sling, strapped across Ethan’s chest. Alyssa was working at the hospital after spending four months at home and it was Ethan’s turn to stay home with Allison. He was glad he opted for a loose linen shirt and khaki trousers as the Boston heat was slowly racking up. Ethan had gone out to buy some ingredients for their dinner: stir fried tofu and broccoli. 
Alyssa would need some good comfort food after going back to work and he knew that Chinese would delight her. He unclipped one arm strap, pressing a palm to hold up Allison before unclipping the other to carry his daughter to her high chair in the kitchen. Allison was teething so he handed her a teething ring to help Allison improve motor skills. His daughter smiled and babbled at the sight of her dad as Ethan pressed a kiss onto his daughter’s forehead.
Allison was a daddy’s girl since she would whine and cry with Alyssa, but when it came to Ethan, Allison babbled and laughed. Alyssa was sure that she would say ‘Dada’. Ethan grinned as Jenner padded into the kitchen, bringing himself up to stand on his hind legs beside Allison. The dog was protective and loving to Allison as she tried to swat at Jenner’s nose.
“Jenner, keep an eye on her.”
Jenner barked as Ethan began taking out utensils and the shopping to get started. Draining the water from the tofu and breaking up the broccoli into florets. Every so often, his eyes would wander to his little girl on the high chair. Ethan still couldn’t believe the fact that he was a father. A living breathing child was in his care, one he made with the woman he loved as his eyes glistened at the memories of her birth. Despite expecting for children to not be in the cards for him, life had a way of telling him that it was always the case.
As Ethan stared longingly at his daughter, Jenner could smell something faintly burning; turning his head to hear a loud crackle and pop. Jenner barked furiously which had Ethan snap out and realise the onions and garlic had burnt in the wok, the broccoli was charred beyond recognition as Ethan turned off the induction hob. The loud barks caused Allison to startle and little beads of tears streamed down her face.
His heart lurched as he immediately stalked to his daughter to take her in his arms and get her to settle down. It was the first time in a long time that Ethan burnt dinner as he exhaled at the time on his wrist watch. Alyssa would be home in an hour and it was too late to restart. He didn’t have enough ingredients and he couldn’t whip up something else in time for Alyssa to sink her teeth into.
At that moment his phone rang as Ethan reached into his pocket to rest the phone between his ear and shoulder, while bouncing a teary Allison in his lap.
“Ethan Ramsey.”
“Ethan.” The corner of Ethan’s lips curled upwards at the recognition of his father’s voice. “I’m just about ten minutes away from your home. Alyssa invited me to have dinner, do you need anything?”
Ethan glanced at the mess behind him, a low exhale left his lips.
“Can you please pick up some Chinese on your way here?”
It wasn’t long when Alan arrived with several bags of Chinese take out from Xing-Fu’s Restaurant. Ethan took the bags from Alan and set up the dining table while Alan took the time to talk and play with his granddaughter, Jenner wagged his tail rapidly as he watched Alan and Allison. Not long after the kitchen was clear and the dinner table was set, Alyssa had entered the apartment with a smile on her face.
She took a moment to freshen up before joining the Ramseys at the dinner table. Her eyes sparkled at the array of side dishes as she pecked Ethan’s cheek before digging rather ravenously into the food. All the tension from the day melted under the spicy heat of duck and the softness of lotus buns. Ethan and Alan share a knowing smile as they too get stuck into their meal, Allison smiles and babbles in her high chair next to Alyssa. Glad to have her mother with her.
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The memories faded as Ethan lifted his pen from the letter, a soft nostalgic smile brushed on his face as he pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A faint sound of the front door opened as excited chirps and barking fluttered into his study. The kids, Jenner and Alyssa were home as Ethan smiles at the incoming thunder steps, spinning his office chair to the direction of the door. The twins come tumbling in and launch themselves into Ethan’s arms, not giving a chance for Ethan to pay attention to their chatter. Jenner is sitting at the entrance of the door, while Allison stands behind him with her hand scratching the top of his fur. 
“Nathan, Savannah! I cannot understand your rambling.”
“Yeah, they had a lot of pastries. Aunt Sienna made a lot of cakes and biscuits.”
Ethan shook his head with a teasing grin at the twins. The two of them hid their mouths as Nathan denied.
“No we didn’t. Ally did!”
“Liar, I saw you two take two slices of the chocolate fudge cake.”
“No! You’re dreaming Ally.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow at his troublesome twins but pressed long kisses into their hair. Savannah leaned over his shoulder and noticed the pen and paper before pressing her two palms on Ethan’s face, forcing him to look directly at her as she asked.
“Are you drawing without us?”
Ethan shook his head as he explained.
“I’m making a gift for grandpa.”
“Are you gonna give it to him tomorrow?”
Before he could answer, Alyssa appeared at the door with her hands on her hips, dressed in a green cotton dress and brown knee high boots. Her mom voice was coming through as she moved her eyes between the troublesome twins.
“Nathan and Savannah. Time for bed. We’ve got to wake up early tomorrow if you want to spend the whole day with Grandpa.”
“Do we have to?”
Ethan stood up and held on to the twins as he smartly urged.
“Come on if you get dressed for bed, you can stay up late tomorrow.”
The twins gasped as they scrambled off Ethan’s arms and rushed to their bedroom to get into their pyjamas. A small smile curled up on Alyssa’s lips as she turned to the eldest Ramsey child.
“You too, Ally!”
“But Mom!”
“Come on.”
Ethan steps up to the doorway and sweetly kisses his wife as she cupped his cheek.
“You coming?”
“Just finishing up.”
Alyssa gave a nod and led her daughter away to her bedroom, Jenner obediently bounding behind them. Ethan returned to his desk to read over the last words he wrote.
Look at me now. I’m a dad.
Thank you for making me the man I am today.
Love,
Dr. Ethan J. Ramsey
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hamliet · 4 years ago
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I still think Hawks and BJ are the antagonists to the Todoroki plot. I mean they’re the two worst characters to be involved (BJ being a little bitch after Touya’s reveal and Hawks refusing to acknowledge that Enji sucks), but with them being outward and open about their involvement, in what way do you think they can pull off being the antagonists? They said they wanted to fight with them so they’re not gonna sneak around or anything...so I’m wondering how it could work.
Well, this is harsher than I’d be towards Hawks, but I also agree I don’t think any other role makes sense with what we have so far, unless Horikoshi is just... dropping the ball on Hawks. 
See, I think what bother me in fandom is that people tend to either think Horikoshi is writing a masterpiece in which every shift in framing is utterly brilliant and done deliberately and he never indulges in not-so-great writing, or that he's a terrible, incompetent, and even offensive writer. 
I truly don't think either of those are the case. I critique everything, even my beloved Dostoyevsky and Shakespeare (oh and I’m def subject to critique too), but I also don't think BNHA is reinventing the wheel or that it is terribly unique or revolutionary. I wouldn’t call it on the same level of literary impact as manga like Shingeki no Kyojin, but I would say it has a lot of value to analyze in and of itself too. I also don't think Horikoshi is a bad writer, which is why even with this bad writing this chapter I'm not overly concerned about the overall story trajectory. I think he knows how to tell a story and he has deep compassion that is evident in his characters and arcs. Some are willing to wait for a full story before criticizing; others are not, because serial fiction is supposed to satisfy and tantalize at the same time in each installment (which is almost impossible to do imo, but the strengths of serial fiction as a medium far outweigh the drawbacks). 
I personally think that if this chapter attempts to show Hawks on a good trajectory, it’s bad writing objectively speaking (well, good/bad writing is always subjective, but it fits the broader literary consensus of what constitutes poor writing). You don’t redeem a character by having them face no consequences (guilt, even internal guilt, is a consequence!) and still improve. Hawks has no guilt. He’s supposedly inspired by Twice, inspiration that lingers even after Hawks literally stabbed him in the back. Sorry, that doesn’t make any sense in a story. If this is really what inspired Hawks to change, well damn then, why not let Dabi kill Enji or Shigaraki All Might? Let that inspire them to change, since murder can work, right? Unless the answer to Toga’s questions is supposed to be “actually villains are not people,” which I think we all agree is not the case.  
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I’m with you and not quite buying Hawks’ seeming alignment with the Save Touya Squad. If it is supposed to be genuine, then I’m happy for fans while also thinking it’s cheap writing that offers nothing remotely interesting to the story. Stories need consequences (positive and negative) for characters to progress. We need to see how they progress from Point A to Point B. 
It’s why I am not thrilled with Shouto's writing of late: much of it is told rather than shown. Give Shouto his own struggles instead of holding him up as a shining beacon of light to protect the Todofam and hero society from trauma he happens to share. Let Shouto feel his pain and excel in his strengths; that is what makes Shouto a compelling character for me, by far my favorite of the heroes. It seems like Shouto is constantly categorized as one or the other: a hero who saves his family, or a traumatized abuse survivor, black (red) and white, hot and cold, scarred and whole. Let him be both, please and thank you. While characters like Rei seem to acknowledge this, the story is not like... showing it in the framing. You’re telling me that he’s hurting, but we don’t get to see Rei convincing Shouto that Enji has to take responsibility and that Shouto doesn’t have to be the hero of the family alone. We’re just told this happened--offscreen. 
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I’m often hit with “you want the villains to escape consequence!” when I say I want the villains to not go to prison at the end. However, this isn’t true. I have said I’m fine with a hospital setting (healing) and a chance to work with other troubled kids eventually (if safe, but story) to save them. And most important? I want Touya, Tenko, and Himiko to realize their murderous destruction and hedonism were wrong. I want them to realize the world shouldn’t be destroyed, and that true empathetic heroes can exist. I want the ending, be it working with kids or in a hospital or whatnot, to show that they have changed and no longer think it’s fine to kill to make a point (which is what Hawks’ story seems to be saying right now).
Hawks needs to learn that killing Twice was wrong, and he needs a consequence to learn that that was the case. If he’s just magically snapping his feathers and now on the path of empathy and saving Touya, that’s nonsensical writing. How did we go from this...
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To Hawks saying he wants to be just like Twice? To Hawks partnering with the Todos to bring back a long-lost son who tried to kill Hawks? When as far as we know Hawks doesn’t seem to realize that Dabi’s flames got hotter and hotter because he really did care about Twice? Unless that happened too and we just... are supposed to realize it happened off screen? 
Do we think Hawks’ mode of confronting his negative foil in Twice is the Way to Go? That Deku, Ochaco, and Shouto should copy that when it comes to Shigaraki, Toga, and Dabi? I sure don’t think so. I really hope not, at least. If Hawks is going to be inspired by Shouto to realize he screwed up by murdering Twice, then why is he already admiring Shouto while also still not really showing regret? 
Is Shouto’s “he’s too close” humor, or a boundary thing symbolic of hero society controlling their family?
Then again, if Hawks is tricking the Todorokis, I still think that’s not excellently done because it’s not in-character. I would guess a conflict might arise later on to cause this trouble, but... again. Serial fiction and its inborn conundrums. This chapter just seems like bad writing. It doesn’t mean that Horikoshi’s a bad writer or that the story overall is poorly written. All stories have flaws, and overall, I really enjoy BNHA only behind BSD in terms of ongoing manga. 
Then again, the moment I got hope for Jin he then went the way I’d initially predicted and died tragically, so maybe I should just trust that the larger arcs of the story will make sense even if the individual chapters stumble a bit. which does not inherently mean hawks will die just that consequences and framing should be like a thing
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fandomscombine · 4 years ago
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Heartbroken Wingwoman
BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric. 
Angst. Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) [Or maybe more, if anyone is interested for a part 2]
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a/n: We weren’t given names of Cedric’s friends so let’s pretend that one of them is called Lucas okay? Good!
I wanted to get all the angst fics out of the way before I post fluff pieces for the holidays.
Plus it is my first Cedric fic so feedback is really appreciated.
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Seeing him pursue another girl hurt.
Let alone helping him pursue said girl.
That’s right you are helping your best friend ask out one of the most popular girls in Hogwarts, Cho Chang.
You didn’t want to be in this situation. (Who in their right mind would?) But if it means spending more time with him, you would again and again.
Cause who would fall for their childhood best friend who already have pictures and memories of each other in their diapers. (Oh right you would!) Sure, this situation you got yourself isn’t ideal. You had seriously thought it was you Cedric was referring to, but alas it was not.
At least in this way, when coming up with romantic ideas to woo Cho, you would pretend that he was doing them to you.
You were once again silently scolding yourself for going through this agreement. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree truck, pleading for the voice inside your head to shut up.
Peace and quiet only lasted for a moment. A thump had cut through your relaxation and the next think you knew, a weight could be felt in your lap.
Opening your eyes, ready to unleash your irritation on whoever disturbed you. ‘WHO THE FUCK DARES-‘ Oh boy, here we go again. The very problem you were trying to forget was now laying  face up, directing his brilliant award-winning smile at you- everything seem to melt away, you could spend forever just having him stare back at you lovingly and that wouldn’t be even enough. Stupid Cedric Diggory and his ability to make you forget about everything.
Cedric was saying something, but whatever that may be, sounds like cotton. If was as if the rest of the world is in a distorted underwater chamber when you were gazing into his eyes ‘shesaidyes,y/n! Cho-‘
And just like that with one word, the spell is broken. You were cut off your dreamlike state, sent back into the painful reality.
‘hmmm? Sorry what?’
‘I said.’ Cedric rolled his eyes. But even your inattentiveness, did not put him off his cheery mood. In fact, Cedric was more than happy to say the words out loud again. ‘Cho said yes!! She’s gonna be my date to the Yule ball!’
‘That’s… great ced…. really great..’ You tried to mask your pain. Unfortunately, the deliver was no great and you’ve only manged to pull yourself together to give a crooked smile.
‘Wait there’s more!! We’re officially together!’ Fortunately, Cedric was too busy being head over heels for Cho, had failed to notice your odd reactions.
‘Seriously y/n you’re a life saver!’ Cedric kissed your cheek. ‘With all this love advice, I can’t believe how in the whole are you still single?!’ He was baffled by this conundrum. ‘You sure you don’t fancy anyone?’
‘Oh believe me he doesn’t see me that way.’
‘Well his lost then, to not see such a wonderful beautiful woman.’
How this boy ruins you, without realising that his efforts to cheer you up is bringing up down.
‘Oh and by the way, how you got someone to take you to the dance?’
‘No why?’ You run your fingers through the grass, praying that he would get the hint that a date to the yule ball is the last thing on your mind.
‘Perhaps I could set you up with someone, you know as to pay you back for all you’ve down for me.’ Cedric adjusted his seating so that now you were shoulder to shoulder. ‘I bet by now you’re tired to be pretending to be interested in me just so I could practice asking Cho out! Oh I know I’ll ask Lu—'
Immediately your hand covers his mouth. ‘NO!!! No!!! I would rather go alone or with a group of friends
Taking your hand away he asks ‘What why? Why what’s wrong with Lucas?’
You sighed. ‘He’s a really sweet guy Ced, but he’s just not my type—A FACT I told me like a billion times already, yet he still tries.’ Poking at his shoulder to further drive the point home.
Arms up in surrender, Cedric concedes. ‘This guy you like, must really got your heart then does he?’
‘Yeahh..’ Gosh how this by be the kindest and caring human being ever yet fails to see that he is hurting his best friend. ‘Anyway, I have to go…I’m gonna be late for Divination!’ Gathering your things, you ran as fast as you can before tears fall from your face.
Leaving behind a boy not only an oblivious state but also in a confused one mumbling to himself. ‘But you don’t take Divination.’
In your haste to escape what would have been embarrassing scene with Cedric, you hadn’t released that you were headed towards some in maximum velocity.
Coincidentally, that said person also had their mind elsewhere and hadn’t been looking at where they were going.
Resulting in both of you to fall over.
‘Owww!’ You clutch your forehead, already feeling a bump forming. Though as you left go, you were surprised to see your palm bloody. ‘fuc--’
‘OH MY GOSH Y/N!!!’ The string of swear words about to leave your mouth was cut off by the one and only Harry Potter. ‘I AM SO SORRY!!!! HERE LET ME FIX IT…’
Dropping his broom aside, he directed his wand at you. ‘Episkey’ You could feel the healing spell doing its work, the warm sensation no doubt be the cut on your head closing.
‘There you go! Good as new!’ Harry exclaimed, wiping away the blood off your forehead. He noticed your tear stains, but he thought that it was caused by the collision and bit by having your heartbroken. Nevertheless, he tried to lighten the mood by joking. ‘No need to worry about a scar.’
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did this boy really make a reference to himself?
Harry held out his hand to pull you up. ‘Thanks... for the patch up, though it is your fault. You did hit me with your broom.’
‘Yeah sorry about that….again.’
‘Why do you even have your broom with you? Isn’t Quidditch cancelled this year because of the Triwizard Tournament?’
‘well yea, but I thought I take it out for a ride to clear my head.’ He replied truthfully.
‘The tasks getting you in a snag then?’ You gotta hand it to him to still be working on figuring out what the second task is even Cedric had stopped. Everyone’s focused on the topic of dates or so you thought.
‘Dates actually.’
‘Dates?’
‘Yea… Don’t make fun of me but I haven’t gotten a date yet. Well you see I did went and asked Cho but turns out she’s going with-‘
‘Cedric.’
‘-Cedric yea.. How’d you know?’
Seeing that he had confessed about being rejected by Cho, you thought it was only fair to tell him your truth too.
‘I kinda was hoping he’d asked me really, but what ended up happening was me helping him ask her out.’
‘wow…..that’s gotta hurt y/n…..sorry!! That was insentive.’
‘Nah it’s fine, I’m getting used to rejection anyway.’
As you rounded the corner, out of his sight. Harry had came up with a brilliant idea.
‘Y/n! Y/n wait up!’
When he reached you, he through caution in the wind- what more can he lose? This close to the yule ball, almost everyone is paired up. Harry would rather go with someone he knew and was comfortable with, then some stranger just to satisfy the requirement of each champion needing a date.
‘I just had an idea, you don’t have to agree but since every champion requires a date.’
Your brows arch at the statement.
‘yes I know, it’s compulsory. I swear.  But I just thought being that both the people we wanted to go with are each other’s dates, I was wondering that maybe…why don’t we go together…. To the yule ball…Be each other’s dates to the yule ball?’
‘hmmmmm.’ You weighed out his proposition. ‘yea..yea! Why should we let a good party go to waste just because of them?!?’
‘Brilliant!’ Harry was smiling, Proud that for once in the past 3 weeks, he didn’t choke while asking a girl out. ‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm outside the y/h/h common room.’
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 If the reception for this is well, I might do a part 2. tbh currenty I have 3 possibe endings, but still can’t choose wish. so comment which you’d like to see!
Can be with multiple ending.
1.       You/cedric, Cho/harry
2.       You/harry, Cho/cedric
3.       Cho/cedric. More Angst, remains platonic, you/harry both heartbroken.
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