#WE HAVE 3 CHAPTERS AND IF THEY WON’T GET THEIR LAST SCENE I AM GONNA RIOT LIKE TRUMP SUPPORTERS 🤡😩

[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 5- The Goat)

This will be the last one of these blogs about the characters. I was stalling on this one because honestly there’s really not much to Valentino in my rewrite.

Will his existence influence the plot tho? Yes, definitely way more than the movie Valentino did… Although that bar isn’t high.

So let’s go, animal companion time!

Personality

- Valentino is a one month old baby goat, a little ball of energy, too pure for this world, doesn’t know basic math and we must protect him at all cost.

- His main gimmick is that he follows Asha EVERYWHERE to the point it’s comical, like, I didn’t write him much so far in my rewrite (we’re currently on chapter 3 and he was alive in only 2 of them, so no wonder) but even when I don’t mention him just assume, he’s there… All the time.

- He cares a lot about Asha and sees her as his mother, since well, she technically is, she took care of him all his life (a month).

Main Traits:

- Curious

- Loyal

- Silly

- Innocent

- Determined

Backstory

(Because it wouldn’t be a rewrite of mine if the character didn’t have at least some angst, not even the 1 month old goat is safe from me)

- A month before our story begins, Asha was drawing animals at one of the farms in the kingdom, to practice, when suddenly she heard a new born goat all alone.

- She asked the owners where his parents were at, and they explain they didn’t notice the little guy under the hay earlier, they sold their goats to be exported to a neighboring kingdom.

- Asha felt really sad for him, so she asked to buy him, the farmer said she could keep him for free, taking care of baby goats without a mama goat around was too much trouble anyway, Asha was basically doing them a favor.

- Valentino obviously doesn’t know all that, but even if you told him it’s not like he’d care, he sees Asha as his mama and that’s all that matters.

- He’s very thankful for her taking care of him, getting him a nice sweater and a cozy little bed… He wishes he could thank her.

Which leads us to:

This Book

- So hear me out, there’s this kids book, “The Grateful Goat”, about Valentino, and it’s adorable, it’s my main inspiration for his rewrite.

- In this book we follow Valentino trying to communicate something to Asha and her friends, but they can’t understand him, since well, he’s a goat.

- They try over and over to guess what he wants but nothing makes him stop bleating.

- Then, once Star came down and granted his wish, it turns out all he wanted to say was “Thank you”

Oh

That

That’s cute, I like that.

- Imagine this, in my rewrite, once Aster does grant Valentino’s wish and makes him talk, it’s a cute scene of Valentino going like:

“THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF ME!”

(And he sounds like a child by the way, because that’s how a baby goat should sound like DISNEY)

- Now, am I saying that Valentino is just gonna speak once to say thank you?… Kinda, but not quite.

- You see, Aster’s wish granting magic is only effective on you if you really really REAAALLY want it to be.

- As he makes animals in the forest talk for example, or brings the tress to life, they only remain like that as long as they really want to, and what do you know, turns out most trees are chill just being tress so his magic fades away from them in a short while.

- Valentino’s wish won’t be to permanently talk, he just wanted to thank Asha, so once he’s done doing that Aster’s magic fades away after a few hours.

-… However, some of Aster’s magic remains deep inside of Valentino, so if for whatever reason Valentino reeeeeally wants to communicate something… Something urgent perhaps… Then he regains the ability to speak.

- Oh yes I CREATED TALKING GOAT ON DEMAND! HE ONLY SPEAKS WHEN ITS RELEVANT TO THE PLOT BABEEEEY!!!

- Not gonna lie, I’m really happy with this, because that just means I won’t have to come up with lines for him all the time, he’ll only speak when necessary.

Design

- So. Many. Cute. Designs… AND WE GOT THE WORST ONE GAAAAH DISNEY WHEN I CATCH YOU-

- It’s fine, I’m fine *breathes* we can fix him.

- First of all, he has horns, because believe it or not 1 month old goats already start showing their horns.

- Second, I debated a lot on this but we’re keeping the little sweater, yeah I’m surprised too, I hated it at first (still do hate it in the way that it is in the movie) but then I was informed it’s a reference to how Walt Disney used to put clothes on the animals of his family’s farm when he was a kid, and that’s the type of deep cut and cute reference I wish we had gotten more of.

- But the sweater won’t be so tight on him, like, let it be a little bit more loose, and maybe don’t cover his lower half.

- This concept art I used for the second chapter of my rewrite kinda illustrates it perfectly how I’d like him to be:

- The fluffy tuff of hair, the big eyes, the long ears, the lil horns, it’s perfect, that’s it, that’s our boy. Tho I don’t imagine him being all white, lets say he has some brown spots.

Final Thoughts

This post actually made me really mad because I wrote it all once and it was perfect, but I forgot to save it before closing tumblr, so I lost it all, ughhh why don’t they have auto save on cellphones??

I have plenty of ideas on how to make him more plot relevant than he was in the Disney movie, he won’t be like THE MOST ESSENTIAL CHARACTER OF ALL, definitely not, but little things that he does move the story forward.

If my calculations are correct he’ll most likely be useful on chapter 4 of my rewrite (or chapter 5, cause like, I’m trying to make them a bit shorter)

Not gonna tell how he’s gonna be useful in the story tho cause I think it’s better as a surprise.

A bit of a quick tangent here, but have you guys ever noticed how some Disney animal companions are the opposite of their human friends?

Ariel is brave and curious - Flounder is a coward

Pocahontas is wise and calm - Meeko is a dummy and Flit has anger issues

Alladin is generous - Abu is a kleptomaniac

You get the idea.

We didn’t get that at all in the Wish movie.

I was trying to come up with ideas on how to make Valentino have an opposite trait compared to Asha, but I don’t really know how to incorporate that into the story, oh well, I might just figure out as I go.

Anyway, that’s our goat, hope you like him!

Thank You For Reading!

[neixins]

happy gijaeha gtuesday! what’s an underrated moment you love? 🎤

THANK U FOR INDULGING ME LIKE THIS <3 i couldn’t possibly pick one single moment so i’ll just keep going until i can’t add any more images

i’m gonna stick to truly underrated moments btw, so no hot springs bonus chapter, no “if you feel the way i do, that means i can trust you to have my back in battle”, no love potion shenanigans, no “he’s stronger than i am” and adjacent moments, no “it’s refreshing to hear you discuss important things”, no cool battle couple moments, no “if you keep being so reckless, you’ll get yourself killed”, no “you can still live” (and definitely not those last two in relation to each other…... that’s already its own post actually). on that note, i’m also not gonna be including anything i’ve already posted about even if it’d technically count otherwise. was this an excuse to mention all of those moments anyway? perhaps! but u asked for underrated and underrated i shall deliver. ready? let’s go! <3

[transcription note: all the upcoming images are panels from “yona of the dawn”. end note.]

the first moment that comes to mind is this one from ch 135. like gija doesn’t tend to think things through often (he’s far from stupid; he’s just not a Thinker), but this—finding a way to use mizari’s interest in their powers to their advantage, in this case specifically to help jaeha—is just so endlessly interesting to me

[ID: part of a page consisting of multiple panels. mizari is clapping excitedly, saying, “that was incredible! how wonderful! how do you enlarge it? if i trained hard, could i do it too?”; jaeha is breathing heavily, visibly exhausted, and gija watches him before saying, “could you…bring us some meat dishes?”; mizari looks confused as he asks, “meat dishes?”; gija says, “jaeha’s gotten awfully anemic.”; yun adds, “some liver from a cow or a bird would be best.”. end ID.]

i also love it when he’s not using any of those braincells that he clearly has though <3 like this moment in ch 155. it’s also really sweet how he just continues chilling beside jaeha throughout the rest of the scene despite doing an absolutely abysmal job of hiding his hand

[ID: a panel showing jaeha and gija in a hot spring; jaeha says, “another guest, hmm? we won’t be able to leave for a while.”; gija moves to stand in front of him, holding out his arms, and says, “you can hide behind me, then!”; jaeha responds, “you shouldn’t have your hand out where anyone can see it, either.”. end ID.]

married couple behavior from ch 129. leaving out the previous panel so that i can include more moments but this happens after jaeha calls them the beautiful monsters of kohka

[ID: a panel showing gija as he turns towards jaeha to correct him, saying, “the four dragon warriors.”; jaeha responds, “fine, fine. what he said.”. end ID.]

speaking of which, i love it so much when they have basically the same reaction to things (the examples below are from ch 172 but there’s more i’m not including). this becomes more prevalent later on which is just such a cute detail like yessss impact each other’s lives all the way down to picking up each other’s mannerisms <3

[ID: the first panel shows jaeha and gija leaning over the edge of a cart with similar expressions of surprise; jaeha asks, “algira? voldo?!” and gija asks, “why are you here?”; algira shushes them. in the second panel, zeno says, “the fellow sure is popular. when did that happen?”; gija and jaeha are standing beside him, both staring wide-eyed. end ID.]

this bit from ch 203 is soooo unbelievably funny to me. “i can’t take u guys” he says, holding onto gija……

[ID: a panel showing yona and the four dragons. she says, “but…i’ve only just been permitted to see you all here.”; jaeha says, “we’ll go through the window. even if we’re caught, i doubt they’ll try to harm us.”; gija says, “great! let’s go.” as he climbs onto jaeha’s back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders; sinha is clinging onto gija’s shoulder while zeno is doing the same to jaeha; jaeha says, “hey, i can’t take you guys.”; his hands are hooked beneath gija’s legs, holding him up. end ID.]

“woohoo! you’re so cool, gija!” from ch 159. they’re never EVER beating those allegations

[ID: a panel showing gija stepping forward, saying, “everyone, step aside. i’ll handle this.”; behind him, jaeha cheers, “woohoo! you’re so cool, gija!”; they’re both shirtless. end ID.]

love it when jaeha’s like “don’t ruin your pretty face” whenever gija’s acting feral. the example below is from ch 35 but there’s also a similar moment in ch 86.

[ID: a panel showing jaeha saying, “good grief. gija’s going to ruin his pretty face.”. end ID.]

who would i be if i didn’t include a panel where they’re badly injured and covered in blood? :) i’m just obsessed with the exasperated fondness here (also with gija’s chronic fatigue and other assorted issues codedness) (ch 143)

[ID: a panel showing gija slumped against jaeha, the psychomimes indicating that he’s woozy; jaeha smiles slightly as he says, “good grief. you’re nowhere near recovered.”. end ID.]

there are many candidates vying for the final spot but i gotta give it to this panel from ch 225. there are many implications one can glean from this if one is a yaoi scholar like myself but also just look at them. LOOK!!! THEM <3

[ID: a panel showing gija and jaeha asleep next to each other; gija is sleeping soundly and reaching towards jaeha with his dragon hand, poking the side of his face; jaeha is frowning. end ID.]

[bobwess]

endverse ama

we gonna get any sam or lucifer content?

and favorite characters you're roped in?

favorite part to write?

hardest part to write?

you looking at a rough word count or is it still growing?

will we get to see cas's 'fall' from cas's perspective or dean's perspective or both?

a continuation, is there a set POV or does it bounce?

you have a scene you're particularly excited for us to read?

and most importantly...will there be gretuatus descriptions of the thigh holster?

There be spoilers for my endverse fic ahead. 

we gonna get any sam or lucifer content?

Very little. Really just a bit in the courtyard at the end, but the story will be pretty much exclusively following Cas & Dean (but with plenty of content of the other founders of Chitaqua and a few more)

and favorite characters you're roped in?

Bobby, Rufus, Ellen, and Jo co-found Chitaqua with Cas/Dean! In the end there are 8 main people running Chitaqua. There are a few other main supporting characters too. One big surprise that I won’t give away but I’m excited about. 

favorite part to write?

Dialogue. The spread of characters I am using have a really good and natural conversational flow that I feel comes easy to me. I’ve been loving writing all the dialogue between basically any of the main characters. 

hardest part to write?

The timeline. The story takes place over 6 years in most likely 18 chapters, so I need to make sure there is enough context to orient what is happening and what has happened since the last chapter, but make sure we’re not bogged down and slogging through a mountain of exposition each chapter. I want it to come in organically like an episode would where you get the context slowly and then build, but it’s a bitch to dial in on.  There are also clusters of chapters. The time between chapter 1 and 2 is like 8 months, but chapters 3, 4, and 5 take place in the same week.

you looking at a rough word count or is it still growing? Definitely growing, but it’ll be well up there. The chapters are really long because they’re each essentially a complete long episode plot type deal. 

will we get to see cas's 'fall' from cas's perspective or dean's perspective or both?

The most dramatic bits will be from Dean’s perspective because you’ll see Cas is not quite at coherent thought given what’s happening. But otherwise back and forth. It’ll be something the fallout from is quite lengthy. 

a continuation, is there a set POV or does it bounce?

Bounces between the two, much like Only Human does. So probably slightly more time spent from Dean’s perspective than Cas if prior writing is any indication.

you have a scene you're particularly excited for us to read?

I’m most excited for the introduction of that surprise character. I think the first few scenes with them will be good. I also really like the scene where they first float the idea of Chitaqua at all. 

and most importantly...will there be gratuitous descriptions of the thigh holster?

Oh for sure. I’ve written the first day Dean puts it on.

[ghostofthemost141]

I'll Be Back Chapter 7

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.6. Ch.8.

About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

!Warnings!: Brief NSFW scene but vital to plot

Notes: Hope y'all are enjoying this one. I promise to involve Simon and them going forward from now on. Enjoyy.

I was awoken by the bed shifting. 

“Ale?” I groggily called him. 

“I’m here, cariña.” 

I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me and hold me tightly. 

“I thought..you were getting up and..I didn’t want you to fall.” I groggily spoke, trying to wake myself up as I faced him. 

“If I did I would have woken you up like you asked.” Alejandro reassured me. 

I finally opened my eyes to find Alejandro smiling at me. 

“How long have you been awake staring at me?” I ask. 

Alejandro just smiled at me, caressing my cheek with his hand. 

“You’re so beautiful, Amelia.” 

“Even when I look like a rat’s nest?” I argued. 

“Nope, cause you never look like that. You’re always beautiful in my eyes.” Alejandro argued back. 

I just chuckled, feeling so damn lucky to have him in my life. Feeling so damn lucky that he is alive and well. 

“Who texted you last night, by the way? Was it Soap asking about something stupid?” 

I wish. 

“No, it was..Graves.” I nearly threw up saying who it was. 

Alejandro furrowed his eyebrows at me in question. 

“That’s weird. What did he say?” 

“He asked to meet up for a coffee. Just him and I.” I said. 

“Extraño.” Alejandro mumbled. 

“I agree.” 

“You gonna go?” Alejandro asked. 

“Maybe. You know how I feel about him. Me da escalofríos.[He gives me the damn creeps]” I say. 

“I know, I know. You can go if you want to but if you choose not to then that’s alright as well. Make up a lie or something.” Alejandro suggested. 

“He says it concerns you though but he won’t tell me what.” I mentioned. 

“I’m sure it’s something about my injury. But again, don’t go if you don’t want to go and I’ll talk to him myself.” Alejandro told me. 

He’s right but at the same time I shouldn’t let my fears take over. I just need to face him. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. But the fact that he refuses to tell me over text, concerns me. 

“I’ll go.” 

~

I gripped the steering wheel not only out of nerves but anxiety. I hated leaving Alejandro alone at home, especially given he is having to relearn his physical balance. But he reassured me he would be alright. Not only that but just seeing Graves sitting down inside the coffee shop, waiting for me furthered my anxiety. He sat there, sipping his coffee, staring down at his phone. I was on time, so I knew he wasn’t going to text me seeing where I was at but what could be so damn important that he couldn’t tell me over text. What could it be? Only one way to find out. I gathered my emotions, put them aside, and stepped out of my car, slamming the door shut. I sauntered into the coffee shop and going straight for where Graves was at, sitting down in front of him. 

“What do you want?” I snared. 

Graves choked back a laugh as he sipped his hot coffee. 

“Whatever happened to ‘Hello’ or ‘How are you?’” He asked. 

I just rolled my eyes at him. 

“Make it quick, Graves. I am supposed to be at home making sure he doesn’t hit his head.” 

“Alright.” He started, “well first, let me ask, how has he been?” 

“He’s fine. Some headaches here and there, but he’s getting better.” I briefly answered, wanting to leave quickly as I got here. 

“That’s good.” Graves smirked as he said that. 

“What is this all about, Graves?” I ask. 

“Is he acting normal?” 

“Uh yeah he is.” 

“How’s his walking?” 

“I mean he stumbles a little but he’s fine.” 

“Okay we are done here then.” Graves said as he started to get up. 

I shot up, getting close to his face. 

“Leave us alone. I mean it, Phillip.” I growled, hoping to get my point across. 

“Damn, spiked hormones much?” 

How did he? What? 

“Congratulations to you both.” 

“Fuck off, Graves.” I snarled as I bumped past him, exiting the coffee shop and into my car. 

I took big deep breaths in and out to calm myself down. That was Graves doing and he was being manipulative as ever. I don’t want to take this out on Ale, no, he doesn’t deserve that. But how did Graves know? Unless he was just talking out of his ass he always does. I mean I don’t know for sure if I am or not, but I have been feeling off the past few days and it very well could be that. I put my car into drive and made the quick drive back home. I felt my hand run over my stomach. Even though it was possible I wasn’t even pregnant, I was secretly hoping for a boy. But I know Alejandro would want a girl. A girl to protect and care for, not that he wouldn’t with a boy, but I could see him being a girl dad. By the time I thought of Alejandro being a dad, I was already back home, rushing inside. 

“That was quick.” A familiar voice spoke. 

I turned to find Alejandro in the kitchen, making something with Winston at his feet as usual. I was almost quick to get onto him for moving around, especially with a knife, but I quickly stopped, seeing that he was alright. And doing fine on his own. 

“Yeah. It was. How do you feel?” I ask, approaching him. 

“Great, actually. Still a little stumbly but I’m alright. I sat down immediately if I felt woozy or off balance like you told me to do.” Alejandro informed me. 

I leaned my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around him in response. Alejandro immediately held me back. 

“What did that hijo de puta[son of a bitch] say to you?” Alejandro asked, keeping me in his arms. 

“He just asked how you were, if you were acting normal, and if you were walking normally.” I answer. 

“That’s it?” 

“Yep.” I said. 

Alejandro didn’t say anything as he lowered his hands, rubbing them, a warmth feeling going down my spine. I could feel my throat start to tighten up, but in a good, anxious way. 

“Have you felt any different lately?” Alejandro asked, leaning in close. 

“A little. There’s a chance.” I said. 

“I hope so.” Alejandro says, keeping his hands where he was at. 

“Do we have a test here?” I asked. 

~

“Winston, please.” Alejandro chuckled as Winston got in his face. 

It didn’t help that we were at eye level with him so he took the first opportunity to get in his favorite parent’s face. 

“Maybe he could feel the excitement within us.” I mention. 

“True.” Alejandro said. 

Both Alejandro and I were sitting down on the bathroom floor, with the pregnancy test sitting up on the sink. Alejandro’s phone had the counter going down when we could look at the results. 

“Winston, you’re going to either be a big sister or brother.” Alejandro said as he rubbed Winston’s belly. 

I was trying not to get my hopes up for it could very well be a negative. But Alejandro is a glass half full kind of a guy. He is always full of optimism and hope, even if in the shittiest of situations. The timer then went off, indicating that the results were ready. 

“You ready, Amy?” Alejandro asked me. 

“Y-Yeah. But you look first.” I say, not being able to handle the anxiety. 

Alejandro nodded as he raised his hand up and grabbed the pregnancy stick. He had a smile on his face and as he read it, his smile fell a little bit. 

“Negative?” 

Alejandro nodded, showing me the results. Only one line was shown. 

“That sucks.” I said as he threw the stick in the trash. 

Alejandro then got up, with Winston in his arms and walked off, coming back in a few seconds later with Winston missing. 

“Winston is comfortable in his bed in the living room, with a jerky treat and his toys. Come with me, amar.” 

~

“¿Estás bien?” Alejandro asked me. 

“Sí.” I reassure him. 

Alejandro was towered over me, our clothes somewhere in the bedroom. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Por el amor de Dios[For the love of God], Alejandro. I am alright. I promise. Now don’t keep me waiting and put a baby in me.” I half joke. 

Alejandro smirked at me as I said that. 

“Todo lo que tenías que hacer era preguntar.[All you had to do was ask]” Alejandro’s voice dropped an octave as he said that. 

He grabbed me by my hips and jerked me forward, bringing me closer to him. Alejandro pushed himself into me, causing both of us to moan in unison. 

“You’re so beautiful, Amy.” Alejandro groaned as he started thrusting. 

“You’re so handsome, Ale.” I say back, making him smile. 

Alejandro quickened his pace, causing both of us to make inhumane noises in unison. He was perfect, perfect for me. He was made for me, he is so perfect for me, so- Hold on. Hold on a second. 

“What’s up, hermosa?” Alejandro stopped moving, looking down at me with concern. 

I peered at his right shoulder. There should be a scar there. Why isn’t there a scar there? 

“Didn’t you have a scar there?” I asked, pointing to the spot on his shoulder. 

Alejandro looked down and peered at the spot. 

“Yeah. You’re right.” 

Alejandro was just as confused as I was and I really wanted to question it. And I would’ve if it wasn’t for our obvious predicament. 

“Scars can disappear.” I mention. 

“Can they now?” Alejandro questioned. 

“Yeah apparently.” I say, remembering that fact. 

I feel like I could see a hint of it, but I swear it used to be more prominent. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

“Hell no.” 

As we both finished, we stayed in position for a hot moment, just to make sure my body would take it. Both of us wanted this so badly.We wanted to be human parents, and I am just hoping that nothing prevents us from doing that. Nothing at all. 

~

[tamhrayis]

If Eremika not canon, why to put them next to each other even on promotional arts and merch?? Why to make them so pretty and hot, but soft at the same time??😭 Why to put so many hints and foreshadowings this and there every time??😭😭 Why to make them remember the scarf scene?? Why to draw chapter 50 scene, where Mikasa tried to kiss Eren?? Why to make Zeke say that her protectiveness and loyalty is because she loves him romantically?? Why make him question their bond and draw “what am I to you?” moment?? Why to make Eren call Mikasa his ✨family✨ and ✨home✨??

WHY SO MANY THINGS FOR PEOPLE, WHO “ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER”??

[victoria1676]

Where have I been?

Hi, Victoria here! ^^

Sorry for not posting or tell anyone of my progress after the news of Technoblade’s passing that also not only made me sad but it also made me toke a two week break from writing. Right now I am back in writing but at the small slow pace as I am trying to world build my story well without rushing it to make it ugly

So far I am definitely gonna think new ways to improve Prologue 3 which is not yet made as I haven't like decided how to start it so I apologize but I will work it on august hopefully however Im sure those who knows what is happening with Genshin.

We got leaks of what Sumeru is like (Rip Primos and wallets to everyone) and Im very excited as everyone who read my main Sagau or Sagau crossover of DSMP/SBI reader Sumeru and Snezahaya are the only ones who are not involved of the Imposter chase which i will try my best to explain why only those two nations did not hunt us down while rest such as Natlan and Fontaine hunted us down when one of them are supposedly could help us but I won't spoil why as I am waiting for Natlan and Fontaine to come so that I can work my way on them without making the characters in those nations look OOC when they are not out yet TwT

And of course the famous teaser that is about the Harbingers reaction to Signora’s death to which I did not expect it revealed all Harbingers and damn I wonder how the main SAGAU writers will write about them especially Regrator who caught my interest with Arlecchino UwU

But uh back in the Topic 😂

So like currently I am suffering a huge skin allergies which is a pain in the neck and I have no idea when it will be gone which is quite sad and annoying as the itchyness is hard to control sometimes TwT But don't worry I am doing okay XD

Although a bit oof a news.

The technolade tribute will have a bit changes as i decided to make it around the imposter au of Sagau but this will be more of Reader and Techno centric so basically more onto the Dream SMP so for those who dont know Dream SMP or never watch but came here for the SAGAU you can read it or not read it since I only made my story just for fun and so far I already have massive ideas for the "Leave me Alone and Let me build my s**t" such as I now decided that there will be like changes since i just edit this today and this draft was like last week XD

And what changes is that Prologue one will have addition of a Torture scene that a friend wanted me to add and I thought it would fit considering I decided to go around my Prologues and Interlude to add the Dark themes since things will go dark and very much have high tension once we get to the main plot of how the story began or rather how Reader felt being chased along with being labeled as an imposter when she is not.

So around August there will be a short (or not short due to my brainstorming and OCD build up whoops 😂😂) Prologue 3.5 or which uh basically is before the actually Prologue 3. What i mean is that 3.5 will mostly be a calm before the storm which will be another short point of view of the characters before Doomsday and I know everyone is not happy when they are waiting for the Doomsday to happen and Ill be honest I myself always is not happy but I have to do it so I can break expectations and also 3.5 will have a Harbingers and you guys will have to figure out who the traitor that spoke to Dainsleif because its gonna be a plot twist when you realize it was not them but another character who I always used my support XD

I wont spoil much but I can say hopefully Prologue 3 Doomsday will be moved on September since I do full chapters once a month due to being busy irl and school. I hope you guys understand especially its not easy to make a huge build up plot with worldbuilding and trying to make the characters in character without making them go OOC.

But yes this month I will do my best to finish the Technoblade tribute with reader and I can say there will be angst, comfort and a bit of a hint of the future chapters of my main story OwO! Despite i am supposed to rest with Allergies I need to make sure you guys will get enough SAGAU x DSMP/SBI reader XD

So I hope you guys understand and Inbox is open for questions which I will answer in my own pace as I am trying to get these allergies healed TwT

So yeah that's all! ^^

[makeste]

some follow-up thoughts on BnHA 285

1. “at that moment...”

you guys. I still can’t get over this. just -- guys. this is Kacchan telling the story.

he’s not the first character to narrate, mind you. characters like Twice, Tomura, Ochako, and Kirishima have all narrated in the past. but it’s always been past-tense narration of their own flashbacks, or else present-tense narration explaining their thoughts (e.g. Twice in chapter 115). Kacchan himself has done present-tense POV narration before. but this isn’t that. this is past-tense narration of an event that’s happening now. this is the future Kacchan narrating the present day Kacchan’s story.

has any other character done that, aside from Deku himself?? am I just crazy overreacting here, lol. idk but either way it’s cool.

2. “...there were no thoughts in my head.”

there was a post yesterday talking about Kacchan’s big moment at the end of this chapter being a little disappointing because of it being an automatic “my body moved on its own” save on Kacchan’s part. the argument was basically that it made the moment less meaningful because of it being a subconscious thing rather than a conscious decision on Katsuki’s part.

but I disagree! for me the “my body moved on its own” is actually way more impactful. and rather than describing it as “subconscious”, I think the word that fits better in this case is instinct. first of all, even though he says there were no thoughts in his head, we know that’s not exactly true, as we can see for ourselves the images that were flashing through his mind. I’m just gonna list them out:

“I’ll even surpass All Might and become the best hero out there.”

“why was it me who put an end to All Might?”

“I made a pledge! I will achieve absolute victory, every time! we’re taking this 4-0, no casualties! the strong don’t settle for anything less!”

“I’m not gonna lose... I can’t afford to stay a loser!”

“you... you looked like you needed saving.”

thoughts about what it means to be a hero. what it used to mean to him, and what it means to him now. thoughts about rescuing others. about saving to win. thoughts about his failures. thoughts about him and Deku. and last but certainly not least, vivid memories of a moment when he needed someone to save him, and Deku was there.

he has these thoughts, but he’s not aware of himself having them. it happens too fast for him to be able to process. but all the same, his body isn’t just moving here of its own accord. it’s simply that in this instance, it’s not thought that’s driving him, but emotion. at the risk of sounding INCREDIBLY CORNY, it’s not his head that makes the decision, but his heart.

and that’s why it’s so meaningful to me. in this moment, it’s not conscious thought that’s driving him, but emotion, instinct, will. he sees the attack, sees that it will hit Deku, and he just reacts. something at the core of him screams that he can’t let it happen, and he just moves. and to me that’s even more powerful than him consciously doing the math and making the sacrifice play (though I’m not saying I wouldn’t have enjoyed that as well). specifically because it’s a moment where he doesn’t have a chance to think or analyze or panic or doubt. it’s a moment that shows us who he is when you strip all that away from him. he doesn’t have time to get in his own head; he doesn’t have time to feel any fear; he doesn’t have time to think about himself at all. he takes himself out of the equation. he sees that Deku needs saving. and the rest is pure instinct. it’s the most heroic he has ever been.

3. “even if One for All is a cursed power... at the same time, it’s...”

I was wondering what was up with this part, lol. Caleb’s translation makes it much clearer; to Katsuki, OFA is both a blessing and a curse right now. the “cursed” part is becoming more and more obvious with each new chapter. it’s putting Deku in danger; it’s made him a target; it’s destroying his body; and there are other, darker and more dangerous factors also at play that Katsuki doesn’t even know about but fears nonetheless. I honestly feel like he’s been anxious about all of this ever since he learned Deku and All Might’s secret. it’s been on the back of his mind for months now.

but at the same time, OFA is what brought him and Deku back together. sorry, am I getting cheesy again lol. BUT IT’S TRUE THOUGH. All Might’s quirk gave Deku the chance to compete with Katsuki on equal footing for the first time. it forced Katsuki to acknowledge him. and both he and Deku have grown so much on so many levels over the course of this past year, and all of it stems back to Deku receiving this quirk.

and just... fucking look at these flashbacks, though.

unless I’m reading this completely wrong, the gist of this scene is that Katsuki is grateful for OFA because it’s what lifted Deku up and allowed him to try and achieve his dream. the scenes of Katsuki bullying Deku and burning his notebook are contrasted with the scenes of Deku standing up to him and vowing that he won’t be his punching bag anymore. Deku before OFA, contrasted with Deku after. I get the sense that Katsuki feels a lot of gratitude for fate stepping in and working to undo his mistakes before he himself could finally get his act together and start atoning for them as well.

and then that last page is really interesting, because it’s like the “blessing” and “curse” parts of OFA all together in a single image. Deku is going all out against Tomura, giving everything he has, ready to sacrifice himself if that’s what it takes. there’s so much strength there (even though he looks completely insane lmao), but at the same time it’s literally killing him. mixed feelings, for sure.

4. “Katsuki Bakugou: Rising”

last but not least! so there’s quite a bit of discussion going on about what exactly a “rising” chapter actually consists of, lol. Momo is the only other character who’s had one before (at least if you don’t count the movies, and the movie spin-offs). so it’s hard to say for sure with such a small sample size, but if I had to guess, I’d say the “rising” chapters are about characters coming into their own as heroes. Momo’s chapter was all about her letting go of her insecurities and starting to believe in herself. and this chapter was all about Katsuki letting go of both his fear and his pride, and just getting the job done.

in the span of a single chapter, he lets go of every single thing that’s ever held him back. I felt like we really got a glimpse of the hero he can -- and hopefully will, if future!Kacchan the Narrator is anything to go by -- become. he was amazing. he took charge; he came up with a plan that absolutely would have worked if Tomura wasn’t LITERALLY FUCKING UNKILLABLE LULZ; and when that failed, he didn’t hesitate to make the sacrifice play. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, He of Zero Rescue Points, made the fucking sacrifice play. do you even know how much I love that you guys. I love it so, so much.

but of course, when you make the sacrifice play it tends to have the not-so-surprising side effect of getting you ALL FUCKED UP afterwards. so perhaps a less ideal outcome than he would have hoped. but he still did good. and he stopped Deku from getting murdered, and so now hopefully Deku and Shouto can mount some sort of aggrieved revenge counterattack to do their fallen friend justice. time for my other two sons to get to work! maybe Shouto can make Deku some new arms out of ice.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Ice, Yarn, and Clocks

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 3

Chapter three let’s go! :D It’s really early in this AU’s story but I’m always really excited to write more. In this part, Jackie wraps up the events of last story, then goes on patrol and finds another supervillain out causing trouble. But something’s off...Oh, and also a semi-familiar face shows up at the scene, and Jackie later returns to check on him. Simple little story, but certain things are gonna be important later ;) Have fun ^-^

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Jackie woke up to a bring bring! sound coming from his dresser. Instinctively, he rolled over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock, only to realize that it wasn’t the right sound for his alarm. What was...? He bolted upright when he remembered where he heard it before. The Red Line! He lunged to the side and scooped up the phone, taking the call. “Hello?”

“Windstorm, is that you?” Leapfrog asked, a worried tone in her voice. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Oh thank god.” Leapfrog sighed. “I tried calling you all day yesterday, you didn’t pick up. I saw what happened at the speech on the news. They said you were injured. Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah. Um...sorry.” Jackie rubbed his eyes. “I was supposed to call you, wasn’t I? I guess I forgot. In the chaos, y’know. Then I didn’t even go into my room until late at night, so I must’ve missed it ringing.” He and Chase had spent the rest of the day playing video games as a way to relax after Jackie’s injury and the subsequent visit to the hospital. It had been nice, but if it was going to get him in trouble with the LoH... “Again, really sorry.”

“It’s fine, Windstorm, we were just concerned.” Leapfrog paused. Jackie imagined she was sitting at a desk, maybe leaning back in the chair. “What about your reported injury? Do you need medical attention?”

“No, I took care of it,” Jackie assured her. Already, the burn was feeling much better this morning.

“How?”

“I went to the hospital. Uh, Greengate General. Said I was one of the people watching the speech who got injured. Did you know there’s a whole department for dealing with super-related injures?”

“The SDER department? Yes, most hospitals have one. I’m surprised you didn’t know that. But for the future, if you ever feel you can’t get medical attention without giving away your identity, go to St. Ellen’s Hospital, on Stanlee Street. The League has a deal with the staff there, they won’t unmask you.”

“Really? Thanks.” Jackie nodded, filing away the information. Though he did wonder if it was alright to keep seeing Schneep. He was nice enough, and clearly knew his stuff. Well, even if he went somewhere else for super injuries, they might run into each other again anyway. Schneep was Chase’s doctor, after all.

“Who was the villain who showed up at the speech, again?” Leapfrog asked. “Fire Cat, or something?”

“Spitfire Cat,” Jackie corrected.

“Right. Hang on.” There was a brief silence, interrupted by a surprisingly loud clacking sound. Apparently Leapfrog was at a computer. One that had a mechanical keyboard. “Hmm.”

“What is it?” Jackie asked. “Are you looking him up in your villain database? What do you have on him?”

“Yes, I am, but...we don’t have much,” Leapfrog admitted. “That happens sometimes. Not all villains have known identities. But this is shockingly blank. No arrest records...we don’t even have anything on his powers except for them being Type E.” ‘Type E’ referred to superpowers that were energy based. Jackie himself was Type D—supers that could control substances. Air, in his case. Though he was often mistaken for Type A—supers whose powers enhanced their body—because he mainly used his powers to fly.

“You mean his solid-heat energy?” Jackie asked.

“His what?”

“That’s what he calls it. He can make various shapes out of it, but he prefers to stick with beams and sometimes walls. Also, like, swords. It comes from his hands. Which—” Jackie’s voice started to rise, “—makes his name even more ridiculous. I don’t get the combination of fire and cats in the first place, I mean, they’re not really related, right? I’d understand if it was a lizard or something because dragons, but why a cat? And on top of that, he doesn’t even make fire! It’s energy! I mean, what the hell?!”

“...ah. You’ve...fought him before?” Leapfrog said. “That’s not in our records.”

“Really? That’s kinda surprising, it’s been on the news.” Jackie paused, thinking about it. “Wait, actually, that makes sense. He doesn’t like being caught on video, so there’s not many traces of him. I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t showed up yesterday, he would have immediately left to avoid all those press cameras. But anyway, yeah, he started, uh, villain-ing a bit after I started hero-ing.”

More keyboard clacking. “I see, I see,” Leapfrog muttered. “We can comb news records for information on him to fill out his database entry. What sort of crimes has he committed?”

“Uhhh...not really normal stuff. Like, a lot of villains rob places or destroy shit, Spitfire Cat doesn’t do that.” Jackie bit his nails for a moment, recalling his previous encounters with the villain. “He doesn’t like heroes. And he really hates the League. Goes after, like, politicians who support them and stuff. The first time we fought he was trying to break into the city records, wanted to destroy the paper copies of the city’s Super Laws. I mean, if I had a nickel for every time I heard him monolog about how much heroes and the League suck, I’d be able to buy a penthouse.”

“So he’s an anarchist,” Leapfrog said.

“Basically, yeah.”

A pause. “Windstorm, would you mind talking to Terabyte about Spitfire Cat? You remember him, right?”

“Yeah, he’s the Database Specialist you gave me the number for.” Jackie nods, despite knowing Leapfrog can’t see him. “Why? Do you need my help?”

“Well, it sounds like you know the most about him. Even if we don’t know his identity yet, your insight could help us understand him more.”

“Of course, sure!” Jackie said eagerly. “I’d be happy to help! Uh, should I do that now, or...?”

“No, not now. Sometime today would be appreciated, but not now.”

“Oh good.” Because it was seven in the morning on a Sunday, and Jackie had been really looking forward to going back to sleep after this call. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him later.”

“Great. I’ll let him know to expect you. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. Or, if you need any help with that injury, go to St. Ellen’s.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Talk to you later.” And with that, Leapfrog hung up.

Jackie put the Red Line back on his dresser, lying back down. He’d been nervous for a second there. But as it turned out, the League wanted his help! That was great! Though as excited as he was, he was still tired after the busy day yesterday. Soon, he fell asleep once more.

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The next couple weeks passed uneventfully. Or as uneventful as a superhero’s life ever got. Jackie didn’t go out on patrol as often, wanting to give his wound some time to heal. He listened to his police radio more frequently, though, just in case there was ever an emergency that the cops needed help with. Luckily, there wasn’t much. There was one robbery, but that was the biggest thing.

But Jackie couldn’t give up on patrol altogether. Not all crimes showed up on the police radio, after all. Some went unnoticed until after they were completed. And besides, Jackie...just wanted to fly. Flying was one of his favorite pastimes. Seeing the city from so high up, dodging between the skyscrapers, feeling the wind on his face, swooping up and down...there was no greater feeling in the world. Sometimes he wished he could fly around without needing to be in costume, but he knew that would be dangerous. The last thing he needed was to be shot out of the sky by a villain who wanted to see him without his mask on.

Chase noticed when he was gone, of course, but the cover story of having odd work hours was still believable. Half the time, he actually was going to work. Which was so, so boring. Some days he wished that a villain would smash through the window of the office so Jackie could have something more exciting than solitaire to occupy his mind. But until he could become an official Hero, he needed a day job for the money. He wasn’t about to leave Chase hanging when it came to the rent.

Two weeks after the speech at the SepTech building and his encounter with Spitfire Cat, Jackie was satisfied that his injury had mostly healed. It was still a little tender, especially in the middle, but it wasn’t causing him any major trouble. So that night, he decided to do a night patrol; something he hadn’t done in that two-week healing period.

Jackie knocked on the door to Chase’s room. “Hey, Chase?”

“Yeah?” Chase called. “No wait, hang on, I wanna face-to-face this. Frosty, door.” There was a rattling noise, and the door opened. Frosty, having just pushed the door handle with his front paws, poked his head out and looked up at Jackie.

“Hey, boy,” Jackie cooed. “Chase, can I pet him?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Chase was sitting at his computer, at a desk in the corner. Probably editing something for his YouTube channel, judging by the programs open on the monitor. He pushed his desk chair back and spun to look at Jackie. “What’s up?”

Jackie pet Frosty for a few seconds before answering. “Oh, I just wanted to let you know I was going out.”

“Out? It’s like, eight o’clock. The call center isn’t open this late, is it?”

“No, I just wanted to go for a walk,” Jackie lied. “It’s nice at night, y’know? Got a vibe to it. Anyway, I can also go pick up groceries or something if you need anything. I’m pretty sure the shop’s open this late.”

“Hm. Probably.” Chase shrugged. “Anyway, I don’t think I need anything. Right now, at least. You can check my grocery list if you want, though. See if there’s something on there.”

“Got it.” Jackie gave Frosty one last pat before standing up straight. “Y’know, you didn’t need to open the door for this. I could’ve just asked you through it.”

“Nah, bro. Like I said, face-to-face communication. It’s important.” Chase grinned. “Also wanted to show off how smart Frosty was. Close the door when you leave, though.”

“Right. I’ll see you later, then.”

“See you.”

Jackie closed the door, heading out. He could have just left without letting Chase know. Gone right through his bedroom window. But he wanted to let him know. It didn’t feel fair, not after Chase had been so nice and brought him to the doctor. He at least deserved to know when Jackie was leaving, even if he couldn’t know why.

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Flying through the city at night was a whole different experience. High up, the only light came from the yellow-lit windows in the buildings, and Jackie felt somewhat hidden. He did a few loops and spins in midair, grinning wildly. It was like a roller coaster where he could choose what was going to happen next. But back to business. Patrol.

He dropped through the air, stopping about five or six stories above the street. Close enough to see the cars and people, far enough that they were still vague shapes. There hadn’t been a lot of action on the police radio, so he figured he’d fly around a bit before stopping to give it another listen. He wove between the buildings, following the path of the streets below and scanning for any signs of trouble, going in a vaguely spiral-shaped pattern from the heart of the city outward.

After about thirty minutes of this, Jackie ended up in a relatively quiet area of the city, with only a few pedestrians and a couple cars. He was starting to think there wasn’t going to be any trouble tonight. But no sooner had he thought this, than—

He heard the sound of a car screeching. Several people screamed. Jackie stopped in midair, turning towards the commotion. It was down a street to his left. An out of control vehicle, perhaps? He turned and sped off.

The buildings in this area were only three stories high. Jackie stopped on the roof of one, looking over the ledge. Ah, this was a shopping district. Not the shopping district, with all the high-end brands, but the sort of area with a lot of small restaurants, local shops, and corner stores. He’d been here a couple times before, but he wasn’t too familiar with it. Not that he’d have to be familiar with the area to notice what was wrong. Namely, the person in the white outfit standing in the middle of the street surrounded by frost and ice.

Jackie recognized her. Glacier. Minor supervillain with the ability to control ice and snow. They’d fought a few times before, and he’d even gotten her arrested twice, but she always broke out of police custody. Well, not tonight. He jumped off the edge of the building and took flight.

Glacier had coated the street and sidewalk in a layer of ice. A few pedestrians had slipped on it and were trying to get to their feet. A minivan was stopped in the middle of the road, turned sideways after having skidded across the icy surface—no doubt the cause of the screeching earlier. Jackie stopped, hovering about a foot off the ground. Glacier had her back to him. She was busy pulling balls of ice from thin air and throwing them through shop windows. “That must be really satisfying to do, but as it turns out, that’s property damage,” he said.

Tensing, Glacier spun around. Her costume was white with some silver plates that served as a basic sort of armor. The mask on her face was a simple outline around her eyes, more for style than hiding her identity. “You!”

“Why does everyone always say that to me?” Jackie sighed. “Yes! It’s me! Let’s process this and move on!”

Not responding to his quip, Glacier formed another ice ball and threw it at Jackie.

“Whoa!” The wind picked up, diverting the ice ball’s course just enough to miss Jackie. “Not engaging today, huh? That’s funny, you usually enjoy our witty banter. Just business, then?” Jackie glanced around. There were still a few pedestrians around, but luckily, most were on their feet again and leaving as fast as possible. The minivan had started up again, tires spinning for a moment before finding purchase and driving away.

Glacier threw another ice ball at him. The wind blew it off course again and Jackie flew forward, aiming to knock her down. She ran to the side, dodging easily, and several spikes of ice shot up from the ground where she’d just been. Jackie didn’t stop in time and ran right into them. “Oof!” Some of the smaller ones broke, but the largest one stopped him dead. He dropped to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Part of him recognized that was probably comical to watch, but he didn’t feel like laughing.

“Get out of here, Windstorm,” Glacier snarled. Chunks of ice began forming in the air around her, swirling around her head and shoulders like planets orbiting the sun.

Jackie got to his feet, slipping a bit on the ice at first before he reached out to the wind and got it to help stabilize him. “Not a chance. You know me by now, right? I mean, I’ve stopped you like, five times.”

No sooner had he regained his balance than those chunks of ice broke off from their orbit and began pelting him. He managed to divert some of them through the air currents, but there were too many. Jackie yelped as the miniature hailstorm battered his body. He ducked his head and covered it with his arms. Of course, the ice chunks just kept hitting him, stinging on impact. So he hid behind one of the ice spikes from before.

This wasn’t going to buy him much time. Glacier could just walk around the spike. Jackie’s mind raced to come up with a plan.

“Get out of here!” Glacier repeated. Her footsteps approached as she ran forward and around the column of ice.

Jackie shoved the spike hard, breaking it. The top half fell to the ground. Once he had a clear view of Glacier, he jumped, flying forward to tackle her to the ground. She must have been caught by surprise, because she didn’t defend herself. They fell and slid across the iced-up street for a good few feet until they hit the curb of the sidewalk.

The moment they stopped, Glacier punched him in the face. His head snapped backwards, and she took advantage of the short distraction by pushing him away and standing up. The ice didn’t cause her to slip at all as she broke into a sprint and ran down the street.

“Oww.” Jackie touched his cheekbone where she hit him. Luckily, she seemed to have gotten new gloves; the old ones had silver plates on the fingers that were basically brass knuckles. Still, any punch hurt a lot. He hoped it wouldn’t bruise. And then he realized he was letting her get away. “Hey!”

Glacier didn’t even turn back to look at him. Jackie started to get up, slipped on the ice, then gave up on standing up the conventional way. A gust of wind lifted him into the air and he flew after her, quickly gaining ground. Come on, he was almost there! Getting close!

She turned a street corner. Jackie almost flew right by, only managing to make the turn at the last moment. Even so, the turn was wide, and far out of control. He rolled in midair—he couldn’t see where he was going—

Then he crashed into someone.

Jackie cried out as he and the other person went tumbling. The street and sidewalk in this area were still iced up, so they went sliding for a bit. “Ah, I’m sorry!” Jackie said, using the wind to get to his feet. “That was a big turn, I should have—oh!”

He hadn’t just ran into some random stranger. He knew this man. What was his name? Right, JJ. Dr. Schneep’s cousin, he’d been there when Jackie and Chase had showed up looking for help. Jackie recognized the mustache and bright blue eyes. Currently, JJ was rubbing the side of his head, surrounded by brown paper bags with a grocery store logo on the sides.

“Are you okay?” Jackie reached down to help him up. That proved difficult with the ice, and after a couple failed attempts JJ waved him off. “Oh, okay. Again, very sorry, I wasn’t looking, I was thinking about—wait a minute.”

Jackie’s head snapped to the side. He expected to find that Glacier had run off, managing to slip away and evade capture. But instead, she...had stopped. And was just standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her back to him. “Give me one moment,” he said to JJ. Then he flew towards Glacier.

He was almost on her when she finally reacted, spinning around and aiming another punch right at his face. Luckily he managed to evade this one, grabbing her wrist as her hand whizzed past and twisting her arm. Glacier yelped in surprise and immediately started to kick at his feet...except his feet weren’t on the ground so she didn’t end up doing anything. “C’mon, Nancy,” he muttered.

Glacier didn’t respond. She tried ramming her head back to hit Jackie’s, but the most that managed to do was temporarily blind him as strands of her dyed-blonde hair flew into his face. As Jackie shook them out of his eyes, he couldn’t help but think this was...weird. Glacier not responding to his comments was really out of character. She was one of the villains who engaged the most in the hero-villain banter. Normally, he expected her to say something like “If you weren’t some special superhero the news would be all over you for manhandling a small, beautiful woman like me! Unless you’re actually a girl behind that mask, personally I still can’t tell.” Or at least to comment on his use of her real name and not her super identity. This nothingness was...just weird.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Glacier managed to pull one of her arms free of his grip, and she went in for a third punch. Jackie barely caught this one in time, grabbing her fist...and it was then he noticed something weird. He thought it was a loose thread of her costume at first, but it was too thick. No, as he looked closer, it seemed there was a piece of...white yarn? Around her wrist. About three inches of it dangled in the air. Impulsively, he reached out and pulled it.

There was a surprising amount of resistance, but nonetheless, the yarn came free. And the moment it did, Glacier stopped struggling. Confused, Jackie backed up and looked at her other wrist. There was another bit of yarn there. It wasn’t tied on, but when he pulled this one, he still felt that resistance. Like it didn’t want to unwrap from Glacier’s wrist. But it came away eventually.

“Oh my god!” Glacier shook off his grip, walking a few feet away. She was breathing heavily all of a sudden, though she worked to conceal it as she turned back around to face him, placing her hands on her hips. “Did you have to be so rough? You know a delicate woman like me is fragile!”

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah. Mm-hmm.”

“And Nancy? Nancy?! Does the mask mean nothing to you? Do I need to make it bigger and fancier? I am Glacier in this costume, not Nancy Nguyen!”

“Whatever you say.” Honestly, Jackie was distracted by the yarn he was now holding. Well, yarn wasn’t the right word. It was much more tightly woven. Possibly specially made. “Hey, what are these?” he asked, holding up the two strands of string.

Glacier took a step back, looking distinctly unnerved. “I...I don’t know. But, um, Windstorm? Don’t touch them for too long. You know all that?” She gestured back towards the street they’d come from. “That...wasn’t me.”

Jackie blinked. “What do you mean it wasn’t you?”

“I mean, I wasn’t...doing any of that. It was just...my body. On its own.” Glacier paused, her expression shifting to anxious. “Don’t touch them for too long. I’m going to go now.”

Normally, Jackie would have stopped her when she turned and walked away. But he was more concerned with these strange strings. And also something else. He quickly tucked them into his belt and spun around. JJ was still there. He’d finally managed to stand up using a nearby lamp post, and was looking down at his grocery bags with a distressed expression.

“Here, I’ll help.” Jackie flew back over—well, more like hovered, really—and bent over to pick up the bags. “Grocery shopping at nine o’clock, huh? God, I hope you didn’t have any eggs or anything. I’d offer to pay if they broke, but I don’t have cash on me. Maybe later?”

JJ smiled faintly. He still looked a bit upset, but Jackie got the impression it wasn’t directly related to the groceries. More likely, it was because he’d been within a few feet of a super villain.

“Can I help you home or something?” Jackie asked.

JJ considered this. He pointed around the street corner...down the street that was still iced over.

“Oh, you need to go that way?” Jackie grimaced. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to walk that. Slippery. Actually...here.” Jackie shifted the grocery bags to one hand and held out his other arm. “Hold onto me and I can help you balance.”

After a moment of hesitation, JJ accepted the offer, grabbing onto Jackie’s upper arm for stability.

Luckily, the walk wasn’t nearly as long as Jackie was expecting. JJ stopped in front of one of the shops on the street, gesturing at the front door. “You live here?” Jackie looked it over. It was a nice little shop. Apart from how one of its main windows had been broken by a thrown ice ball. “Sorry about that,” he said, indicating the broken window in question. “Unfortunately, I can’t pay for that. Do you have super insurance?”

JJ smiled and let out a few huffs of breath—silent laughter. He nodded, and held out his hand. “Right,” Jackie said, handing him the grocery bags. “I don’t think anything’s broken in there, thankfully. But let me...I was going to say ‘let me know if you need anything,’ but you know. Secret identity. You can’t contact me.”

JJ laughed again. He opened the shop’s front door and started to go inside, but stopped in the doorway to turn and wave at Jackie.

“Good night,” Jackie said, waving back.

Nodding, JJ closed the door.

Letting out a tense breath, Jackie glanced around at the street. Nobody else was in sight. Apparently all other pedestrians had managed to get away. Great. The smashed windows sucked, but they were a million times better than injured bystanders. And all the ice wasn’t a problem, it would melt when the sun came up. So...there was nothing else for him to do.

Before he took off, though, Jackie reached down and pulled the strings out from his belt. They looked...different now. Somehow wispier. Insubstantial. As he stared at them in his hand, he was surprised to see them slowly fade away. Becoming even more wispy, then turning into something more like holograms than actual strings. Then they vanished.

“What the fuck?” he whispered. Okay. Disappearing strings. Strings that had been wrapped around Glacier’s wrists. And she’d said that this destruction ‘wasn’t her.’ She warned him not to touch them for too long. What did that mean? Were these strings...related to that?

Confused, Jackie turned and jumped away, launching into the sky. This whole encounter didn’t sit right with him. It felt like something much bigger than just some destroyed shop windows was going on. But he couldn’t even guess what it was.

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Unfortunately, Jackie had work in the morning, so he couldn’t patrol all night. So he went home, made a late night snack, chilled and watched some YouTube videos for a while, and then went to bed.

The next day was uneventful. His eight hour shift passed without incident. Well, a customer did tell him to fuck off when he called their phone. Part of him couldn’t blame them; after all, they’d probably been receiving calls for weeks. But also, why even pick up the phone? Just to yell? News flash: he couldn’t do anything about the company calling them. He just dialed the number. It was no use venting frustrations to him. Sometimes Jackie wondered how people like this would react to his hero identity. Maybe they’d tell Windstorm to fuck off, too.

His shift ended at three, and Jackie hurried out of the building so he could catch the 3:15 train on time. Normally, he wouldn’t have needed to move so fast. The train that went to his and Chase’s apartment usually arrived at 3:25. But today, he wasn’t taking that line. He was going to grab the southbound train to the edge of the city. He wanted to check on how things were doing at that little shop street from last night. It seemed like the least he could do.

The closest station to that street—Zeit Way, according to his phone GPS—was still some distance away from it, so Jackie ended up walking an extra fifteen minutes or so before the area started to look familiar. It was a quiet walk. Not too many people out and about, though there were more cars on the street than last night. And that didn’t change when he turned onto the right block.

Despite the puddles from melted ice and broken windows, this place was kind of nice. Jackie hadn’t really been able to appreciate it while fighting Glacier in the dark, but Zeit Way was a quaint little street with cute shops. Jackie wandered down the street for a bit. “Ah, they got an ice cream parlor here? Hell yeah,” he said to himself.

He also wanted to check on something in particular. Someone, actually. He’d dropped JJ off last night, and he was fine then, but just in case, Jackie wanted to stop by. Though he couldn’t deny he was mostly curious. He had run into JJ twice now, and he seemed like a nice guy. Maybe they could get to know each other some more.

The shop was right in the middle of the street. Not too far from the center of Glacier’s attack. That sucked. But at least looking at the broken window last night had given Jackie a good general idea of what the storefront looked like, so he recognized it easily now. There were two large front windows, one of which was now covered in a tarp, and a pair of double-doors in between them. The doors were wood, and had some swirly details carved around the edges of them. The undamaged window had a display in it, which showed off two wooden stools, a wooden dollhouse with dolls, two table clocks, and a bunch of wooden paperweights carved to look like animals. Jackie backed up to look at the sign hanging over the entrance. “Jackson Legacy Crafts,” it read, with a subtitle listing “Woodcarving | Toys | Furniture | Clockwork” as some of its goods.

“Huh.” Jackie hummed. That was neat. Now he was curious what this place was like. Without further ado, he pulled open one of the front doors and stepped inside.

A pleasant bell chimed as he stepped over the threshold. The inside of the shop was crowded, but not in a messy way. More in a cozy way. It almost reminded Jackie of being in his grandmother’s house as a child. She’d always had a lot of knickknacks around. Jackson Legacy Crafts was like that. There wasn’t a surface left bare, the tables and chairs and even the floor were full of woodcarved trinkets. The left and right walls had clocks of various sizes and shapes hung on them, ticking in unison.

Jackie walked farther inside, stopping by one of the tables. There were some more animal paperweights here, these ones in the form of various-sized rabbits. In addition, there was a rack of bracelets made of interlocking wooden parts, two more table clocks, and one of those wooden hands that artists used to get references for poses. Jackie picked that one up and started messing with it. After only a few seconds, he moved the fingers so the hand was flipping the bird. He laughed a bit. “Ah, I’m a twelve year old boy,” he muttered.

A sharp whistle pierced the air.

“Holy—!” Jackie immediately dropped the model hand and spun towards the sound.

JJ was standing right there, staring at Jackie. He glanced down at the model hand, then back up to Jackie. He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I-I uhhh—” Jackie reached down and curled the model's fingers into a fist. His face grew hot. “Sorry, I...I wasn’t going to leave it like that.”

A short huff of breath: more silent laughter as a small smile crossed JJ’s face. He walked over to the table, picked up the model hand, and put its finger back where Jackie left it.

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Okay, if you’re sure about it.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, you’re...JJ, right? Oh, wait—” He raised his hands and started to sign clumsily. You J-J? I remember you from hospital—

JJ raised a hand, stopping him. It’s fine, he signed, much more elegantly. I can hear you perfectly, I just can’t speak.

“Oh.” Jackie dropped his hands, embarrassed. “Sorry.” Since that hospital encounter, he’d been brushing up on his sign language, just in case he met someone who spoke it. He was pretty good with making the signs, but had some more difficulty with reading them. Luckily, JJ seemed to have picked up on that, and was finger-spelling a lot of more uncommon words to fill in the gaps in his speech. 

No, it’s fine. I appreciate the thought. JJ smiled. Yes, from the hospital a couple weeks ago. You were there with your roommate. What’s your name again? I’ve forgotten.

“I’m Jackie. Yeah, Chase is my roommate, and apparently you’re cousins with his doctor?”

Apparently.

At that moment, some of the clocks on the wall started to chime. Dings and dongs of various kinds rang through the small shop. Jackie jumped, surprised, and glanced at the clocks on the walls to see them all reading 3:45. “Jeez, that’s loud,” he muttered.

Oh it’s worse on the hour. Pretty much all of them make sound, then. JJ shrugged. Did you want to get one? If so, you might want one that doesn’t signal every quarter hour.

“I wasn’t really thinking about it,” Jackie said. “I was just in the area and I thought I’d see what this place is like. Do you work here?”

This is my shop.

“Your...? Oh!” Jackie nodded. “Of course. Your last name must be Jackson, then? Like…‘Jackson Legacy Crafts.’ I thought you and—uh, and Dr. Schneep would have the same last name.”

JJ shook his head. That’s my mother’s maiden name. Strange, she was always very glad to drop it. He chuckled silently.

Jackie grinned a bit. “Well. You mind if I look around?”

Not at all. JJ gestured to the store at large. Let me know if you find something you like. He headed towards the back of the store, where he sat down behind a dark wood counter and pulled out his phone. It looked like he was playing a game on it, judging by the tapping and swiping.

Jackie wandered through the store for a few minutes. Honestly, the sheer number of items was a bit overwhelming. But in all the good ways. Most of them were made of wood, of course. A lot of them were wooden figurines or dolls, ranging from blank, jointed models to ones in tiny clothes with carved and painted faces. As Jackie looked closely, it appeared as though the tables and chairs themselves were for sale, too, each marked with a price tag. He was hesitant to pick things up at first, but given JJ’s reaction to him messing with the model hand, he eventually figured it was fine.

He got distracted by rolling a metal ball through a wooden maze for a while before he remembered why he wanted to come here in the first place. “Hey,” he called to Jameson. “What happened with your window?”

JJ glanced at the tarp-covered window, his expression drawn. Sighing, he put down his phone and said, There was a fight here last night. Some super with ice powers threw ice through my window.

“Whoa, really?!” Jackie said, pretending to be surprised. “Are you okay?”

Yes, I’m fine, thank you, JJ signed, features softening a bit at Jackie’s concern. I wasn’t really involved. She was smashing up a bunch of the shops. I was actually out at the time, only showed up at the end.

“Oh good.” Jackie let out a breath of relief. “What about all your stuff for sell? Did anything get broken?”

A couple of the clocks in the other display. But that’s alright, the damage wasn’t life-changingly bad.

Jackie nodded, and started to relax. Everything seemed fine here. JJ wasn’t hurt, and the broken window sounded like the worst of it. “Hey, I think I’m gonna get this maze thing,” he said. “Is that alright?”

Yes, of course. JJ stood up. Come on up here and I’ll ring you up.

Jackie walked over to the counter and set the maze down. JJ started messing with the cash register while he took out his wallet. “Do you take card?” he asked. JJ nodded. “Great.” Jackie pulled out his debit card and waited, bouncing on his feet as Jameson inputted the price into the register.

His eyes started to wander. There were a few framed pictures hanging on this back wall. Of people, mostly. There was one of a pair of brown-haired boys with bright blue eyes. Probably Jameson and Schneep. An older photo of a bride and groom together, where the bride had those same blue eyes. And—“Wait, holy shit, is that what I think it is?!”

JJ looked up to see Jackie pointing at something. He followed the gesture to one of the larger photos on the wall. Ah. Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is.

“Dude. How did you get a framed picture of Timekeeper?!” Jackie leaned forward onto the counter. “Holy fuck, is that his handwriting?!”

The photo in question was indeed a picture of the hero known as Timekeeper. Full body, fairly close up, showing off the full black-and-blue costume that Jackie had always thought was reminiscent of fancy Victorian-era clothes (though the black hat with the blue feather looked a bit more Three Musketeers.) A black cloth mask hid all of the hero’s face except for the hint of blue eyes under the brim of the hat. There was writing in the corner, fancy and loopy in permanent marker.

Yes, we met some time ago, Jameson explained, not looking directly at Jackie. It’s a long story, but during it I mentioned business was slow and the next day Timekeeper showed up here and gave me that photo. Said it might help get customer’s attention.

“Well it’s fucking working,” Jackie said bluntly. Though Timekeeper had been a resident hero of Daindover for a few years, he’d always been rather mysterious. A silent protector from the shadows, who just happened to have one of the coolest powers in existence. How many supers out there could slow down and speed up time at their will? Jackie only knew of one. “Man. Wish I could’ve met him. Wonder where he is now.” 

Timekeeper had disappeared from the public eye about two years ago. Some said he was still looking after the city, even more mysterious than usual. Some said the League of Heroes had recruited him and he now went on world-saving missions in far-off locations. Others said he died, but frankly, Jackie thought they were full of shit. If some villain had managed to take out Timekeeper, they would have bragged about that. Though there could be no denying that Timekeeper’s disappearance had left a hero-shaped void in Daindover. A few months later, Jackie had been inspired to fill in that void himself. And thus, Windstorm was born.

It would be so cool to meet Timekeeper. Or to work with him! Jackie’s stomach was doing excited flips just thinking about it. Maybe if the League rumor turned out to be true, Jackie could talk to him once he himself became a Hero.

Well...who knows? Contrary to Jackie’s enthusiasm, Jameson looked very much like he wanted to talk about somethingelse. Was he...embarrassed? Jackie understood that somewhat. Anyway, your total is 35. Put your card into the reader now.

“Right.” Jackie inserted his card into the card reader, put in his security code, then pulled his card out after a few seconds. A receipt curled out from the top of the register, which JJ tore off. “So...how’d you get to owning a business, anyway?”

It was my family’s, JJ explained. He handed Jackie the receipt.

“Do you make all these things?” Jackie picked up his new maze toy and tilted it, trying to get the metal ball into the goal.

Some of them. Some of them are from local artists—those ones have their logos and contact information on the price tags. A few were made by other family members. JJ paused. His face fell a bit. It’s just me now, though.

“...oh. I’m...sorry.” Jackie fell silent for a moment. It would probably be rude to ask what happened. After all, the answer could be assumed. But there was one person...��What about Dr. Schneep?”

Henrik is busy. He’s not very artsy, anyway. JJ shrugged. I suppose I could ask his parents for help, but they’re assholes and we don’t talk to them. He made a face, clearly opposed to even thinking about that possibility. I actually didn’t even know Henrik lived here until about a month ago. We hadn’t talked much before that.

“Well...you can always talk to him now,” Jackie said slowly.

JJ smiled. I know. We’ve been meeting up and texting and such.

“Um...” Jackie hesitated. “You know, if you, o-or you and Dr. Schneep together, if you ever wanted to...hang out with a bigger group...I-I’m pretty available. A-and Chase can come too, if he wants.” God, that was awkward. He wanted to die. Why’d he do that? It was a weird transition, and JJ was going to say no, because of course he would.

But instead, JJ smiled wider. Available? Like, for a date?

Jackie choked. “I—!”

JJ laughed so hard he wheezed. I’m kidding, Jackie. You’re not my type. Nice, but not my type. You look a bit like me and it’s weird.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” Jackie let out a breath. “I was thinking the same thing, actually. Hey, maybe we’re cousins.”

Doubtful, but a nice thought, JJ said. Anyway, do you want my phone number? Platonically?

“Yeah, sure. I’ll give you mine, too. Platonically.”

They exchanged contact information. It didn’t take too long. “Great,” Jackie said. “So...I guess I’ll text you? Or...you can text me?”

JJ nodded. Don’t forget your maze.

“Oh, right.” Jackie had started to leave and almost left his new purchase behind. “Do you have bags?”

Nodding again, JJ took out a paper bag and slid the maze inside. He held it out. I’ll see you later, then.

Jackie took the bag. “See you. Bye.”

He stepped outside, the door chiming again as he left. The moment he was out of JJ’s view, he let out a long breath of relief. He...wasn’t good with making friends. Not casually. Usually he only really knew people from work or roommate situations. He was lucky that Chase was such a ‘friend-able’ guy. Because it was hard for him to make that first move.

But it worked out this time. And Jackie was so happy about that fact that he didn’t think about anything else until back at the train station. New potential friend! That would make two!

Though once the train arrived and Jackie got on board, he realized something was nagging at him. Something about that area, about Zeit Way...Was it his fight with Glacier? Was that it? He had just let her walk away, after all. She might cause chaos.

Wait, no. Glacier wasn’t the type to create wanton destruction. Which...which made her actions last night all the stranger. Jackie sat up straight as he remembered: those strings! The ones that had just disappeared. He still didn’t know what they were.

He had to figure out what they were. Maybe he could contact the League and see if they could help. Because as of right now, he had no leads.

Jackie settled back against his seat in the train. He’d have to see what happens. But he just couldn’t shake that feeling. These strings were important. They had to be.

[eremiie]

i saw this post here and just wanted to dissect everything lmao

aot 139 spoilers 

“Eren admits that he literally killed 80% of the world’s population, he then says he only did it so it would look like eldians stopped a threat”

eren admit to killing 80% of the population bc he did... he’s admitting to what he did, and he says that he wanted to paint them to be the heroes— but not only did he do that, he ended the curse of ymir and gained freedom for his people. it wasn’t just to paint them as heroes

“He also did it so the rest of the world couldnt murder them”

he didn’t “also” do it for that reason, it was an effect, the rumbling ended up killing so many people that they can’t wage war on the eldians like eren says, it keeps them a little safe which they needed especially since some of humanity knows that paradis is what started the rumbling. it’s a cause and effect type thing. because eren killed 80% of the population that remaining population won’t be able to retaliate and try to kill the eldians since there are so little of them

the tybur family is treated like some of martyr and apparently pulling the strings which led to the deaths of millions of innocent eldians was actually a GOOD thing

this scene was interpreted wrong, armin says “...so you want us to be like the tyburs after the great titan war? we’re supposed to protect paradis from reprisal from humanity outside the walls?” he’s asking eren if that’s what they’re gonna do, he never says it’s a good thing. then that’s when eren explains that either way so much of humanity is destroyed that they wouldn’t be able to retaliate if they wanted to

Armin THANKS him for it

armin thanks eren for doing what he did to free them. not thanking eren for for mass murder period. it’s because of eren that the curse is lifted and that they are free and that’s what armin’s thanking eren for. mass murder is inexcusable, and eren knows that. that’s why after he panics and goes “but i dont want to die!” he comes to a realization that all the people he killed didn’t want to either, that the only way to atone for his sins is by dying himself. even if he didn’t die he would’ve probably been executed, or imprisoned for the rest of the life. just like in mikasa’s ova, “eren’s death is inevitable, no matter what reality you go to eren will always die because he carries death within himself.” 

in another translation of the chapter armin thanks eren for being the bad guy so that they could win. he knows what eren did was bad. he’s not excusing it, he just understands why eren had to do it and that eren had no choice if he wanted them to be free. 

from the get go freedom was one of the themes of eren’s character. if eren lived the whole entire world would be ruins and eren would’ve been even sadder than now, there would be nobody and it would’ve been worse than it is now. eren killing everyone was definitely not the ending to go. the ending we have could’ve been executed differently, sure, but in my eyes since i get the gist i think isa did an amazing job portraying what he had in mind. 

“Armin is more upset with Eren saying he doesnt know how he feels about Mikasa moving on than mass genocide”

once again, armin isn’t all that upset with eren because he understands that eren had a path laid out for him that he had no choice to follow. the point of eren committing mass genocide keeps getting brought up as if it’s not know that mass genocide is a terrible thing. it is and that’s why everyone was so angry about it from the get go, that’s why that one plan of blackmailing humanity with the rumbling and not actually go through with it was brought up once— because they knew how cruel it is. armin knew how cruel it is as i believe it was him who brought that up

he’s upset with eren about mikasa’s feelings in like a banter kind of way. it’s like “this whole entire time this is how you felt but you couldn’t tell her that and let her suffer???? don’t forget what you said to her, she went through hell!” kind of thing. they had already talked about the whole mass genocide thing, mikasa was the next topic of discussion

“Eren then finally shows some fucking emotion and cries abt how he doesn’t want mikasa to be with anyone but him”

in another post i say, "okay so first i think the issue is that a lot of people fail to realize that the way eren acted all throughout season 4 isn’t eren really, that is him putting his emotions at bay so that he can complete something that he laid out for himself for his friends.eren from season 1-3 still exists, and that’s lowkey the eren that was talking the whole time in chapter 139— you can see the how he cares for his friends, you can see the desperation again, the compassion, everything in between.” 

eren is still that s1-3 eren, season 4 eren just had to put his emotions aside so he could walk on the path that ymir put in front of him. 

him crying over mikasa was one of his selfish desires coming to light, and it was realistic. it’s finally dawning on him that he’s gonna die, he’s finally getting to sit down and ponder about mikasa, he’s getting desperate, he’s panicking, and that compassion that he’s always had for his friends is showing through again. this gives realism to his character— it makes his character all the more human. one second he’s complaining about how he doesn’t want to die and wants to be with his friends bc its crashing on him, and the very next second he’s trying to be at peace with himself, realising that the only way to atone for what he caused is by dying. one second he’s complaining about how he wants miksa to be with anyone but him, the next second he’s coming to terms with himself and that mikasa needs to move on, because he loves her and wants her to live a long and happy life even if it means without him. the selfishness that showed for that mere second makes his character realistic. it shows that he’s still whiny, that little whiny angry boy from s1-3. he was never heartless and he was never cold. he was and is still eren jaeger, and you get a glimpse of the eren we know in that scene.

The founder ymir was apparently in love with the king???? another women stupidly devoted to a man, great.

i’m not too in depth with ymirs story so im not gonna speak too much about this because i myself do wish that whole love thingy went more into depth. i get how mikasa and ymir parallel each other, but other than that i’m not too sure myself, and i’ll admit that. it could be a case of stockholm syndrome, it could be that bc ymir was infatuated with living and she was confined to such a familial role she wanted to live in that role again with the king bc he’s the only person who gave her that familial lifestyle. i’m not sure. but if anything mikasa was im pretty sure the only character “devoted” to a man in aot. and it was because of the role eren played in her life, she’s not a bad written character, she has her developement. which i explain here

apparently mikasa’s unhealthy devotion to eren is what took her out of it????? in fact the series overly romanticizes mikasa’s love for eren despite the two having no chemistry and eren being an ass to her

in a sense, but that’s a simple minded way of saying it. ymir’s devotion to king fritz was unhealthy, eren describes it as “agony of love” because it was pretty unhealthy obvi. like i said ymir and mikasa parallel each other, and seeing mikasa be able to let go and kill the one she loves was that realization for ymir that she was able to do the same thing— that’s how i interpret that scene personally.

and in mikasa doing so, killing eren lifts that curse of ymir and frees ymir regardless, so ymir was happy about that as well. thanks to mikasa for cutting eren’s head off. 

the series doesn’t necessarily over romanticize mikasa’s love for eren in my opinion. how i see it is that since eren is a big part of mikasa’s character he was necessary for her development as well, and her development was to let eren go because of how infatuated she was with him. this being said the series points out how unhealthy the way she loved him was especially in s1-3, and her love becomes more healthy when she gets her development in chap 139, finally being able to let eren go and move on. compare that to in the s1 when eren almost dies and she’s ready to die as well. thats development if you ask me. 

one of the themes of the show is sacrifice, and almost every character has made one, mikasa sacrifices eren— she kills him and she chooses to go through with that decision despite how much she loves him. 

eren was definitely mean to mikasa in s1-3 because she was overbearing, and thats one reason why i say the way she loved him was unhealthy at first. eren wasn’t able to reciprocate her love in the way that she loved him because it wasn’t healthy. eren also wasn’t able to reciprocate it because the last thing he was focused on was the concept of love. once again he had a path laid out for him that he had no choice but to follow, and mikasa didn’t have any play in this path until the very end, so the boy who keeps moving forward does just that and doesn’t pay her much mind, doesn’t get to sit down and think about his feelings for her, what she is to him.

(and i dont think i even need to explain the “mikasa i’ve always hated you seen, the chapter covers that enough)

they do have chemistry time to time, the eren v dina fritz scene, the scarf scene, “what am i to you”, little stuff like that goes into play and gives them these little sparks of chemistry. they couldn’t always grasp onto the full scope of the relationship they had and it was only some times they were able to do that with everything going on.

apparently the titans are just gone now….??? i cant even tell if its because Eren died or because Mikasa really made Ymir calm down

... eren controlling rumbling, eren dies rumbling stops, ymir finally lifts curse bc 1) eren died 2) shes able to come to realization that like mikasa lets eren go, she needs to let fritz go and the curse go. ymir lifts curse, eren’s goal is complete, if titan curse is lifted there are no more titans

Characters who murdered thousands and were the cause for AOT’s entire plot in the first place are now treated as heroes to the eldians… despite the shit that they did.

everyone in aot did some “shit” they all are murders, eren commited mass genocide, reiner commited mass murder, annie murdered so many people, reiner, armin destroyed thousands of people in one go, they all have killed somebody. they are seen as “heros” because they stopped the rumbling that was going to kill everyone else...... idk about you but if you just saved me from a horrid death, my racist opinion on you doesn’t really matter because you just saved my fucking life lmao, yes despite the shit that you did— because they have killed people too, and they were ready to kill the eldians still until armin told them that they killed eren, that they saved their lives and eliminated titans for good.... like whew???

the series went from “The military is cool” to “the military did a lot of fucked up shit” to “the military is SUPER cool”, and buffed it up

i’m not really sure where you got that tbh,, like the military wasn’t really a big thing up until the whole marleyan thing??? and they didn’t have much plot in the story besides it existing so like i’m not sure what to say ab this, i can’t really remember many times the military was even mentioned until now, but if anyone wants to elaborate on this for me that’d be nice

oh and they buffed up the military because since paradis had eren jaeger who started the rumbling, just in case, they had to be ready to fight again if the rest of humanity wanted to do something. after marley they updated all their technology, why can’t they update the military as well? it’s realistic, new weapons, new military, and all that

The military was buffed up bc the eldians are scared of the rest of the world retaliating, so Eren didn’t really fix shit except giving the Eldians an upper hand in the war

eren jaeger was the one who always screamed “i will kill all titans, we will get freedom” ya de ya de ya.... didn’t he do both of those things????? i thought those were some of his main goals as a character, he fixed those issues, the issues that have been issues since the start of the show

the rest of humanity don’t know the full scope like the eldians or marleyans, they’re probably just as scared and like in real life not all nations are at peace with one another. this is just another realistic factor— attack on titan is becoming a world closest to the real one we live in, there are militaries, there are still conflicts, there is still all these little aspects that bring the manga even more to life.

in my opinion it’d lowkey be weird if the rest of the world was just like “oh yeah those mfs that started the rumbling we love them haha” no... it killed 80% of the population like eren said... that’s not something to love.

Historia has a really disturbing speech about how the fight isnt going to end until either the Eldians or the rest of the world are exterminated, despite Gabi has an entire arc about her being deradicalized and learning to see the other side of things.

and yes i am not kidding, the heroic conclusion is that there’s still going to be a war, eldians are going to commit mass genocide (which was proposed by eren) and people straight up thank eren for the evil shit he did.

“this fight will not end until either eldia or the world dissapears. this is what eren said and he may be right.” she doesn’t say that it’s for sure gonna be a fight until one or the other is wiped out, she says there’s a possibility of this being the case because of the fact that these nations aren’t at complete peace yet. 

not everyone is gonna be able to see the other side of things, and this applies to the whole word— us as humans will never be able to agree on one thing, and that’s what this shows. no matter what the cycle of hatred will always continue, and this applies to real life and this manga. we are human beings and that’s what makes what historia says even more real. “this is the world we live in, a world without titans.” titans are no longer their conflict. now it’s only like the real word— humans against humans, and as far as humanity existed it’s always been humans against humans. historia’s speech shows that.

the heroic conclusion is that as a human race nothing will always be agreed upon, eldians are going to fight if they need to like our military fights when they need to. people are thanking eren for freeing them and ending the curse of titans that they suffered with for 2000 years. nobody’s thanking him for his actions of mass genocide, they are thanking him for the motive behind his actions, and thats what makes him so heroic.

that he endured and did something so terrible so that anybody who lives after him can be free, and humanity can continue existing as humanity should’ve existed from the beginning.

and that concludes this for me, thanks for reading<3.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Ayato Route ー Chapter 3

ー The scene starts in the hotel room

Yui: ( Ayato-kun still hasn’t returned it seems... )

( I wonder where he went? Should I go look for him...? )

*Rustle rustle*

ー She goes down to the lobby

Yui: ( Ah, I recognize that back... )

Ayato-kun!

ー She runs up to him

Ayato: ...Chichinashi...

Yui: Where were you? I was worri...ーー

( ...Huh...? )

Hey, what’s wrong? You seem kind of tired...

Ayato: Shut up. I’m fine.

More importantly, are you well enough to be up and running again?

Yui: I’m fine, but...

Ayato: Mmh. Let’s go look for the locksmith together then.

Yui: Yeah...We have to find some sort of lead first though...

Ayato: I’ve got one. Seems like he’s hanging out in Saint Nore Park.

I found this person who spotted him there, you see...

Yui: Eh...?

( Then, could he have been looking around for the locksmith on his own this whole time...? )

Ayato: We might lose track of him again if we sit around too long. Let’s go.

Yui: Gotcha.

( ... )

ー She reaches for his hand

Ayato: ...Why did you grab my hand all of a sudden...?

Yui: S-Sorry...But...

( I was thinking of a way to say thank you and suddenly felt like doing this... )

Ayato: Hm, whatever. Anyway, let’s hurry.

Yui: Yeah!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: It’s still as crowded as ever...

Ayato: Yeah, you’re right...

Yui: ( What to do? Even if we know he’s here, with this many people around... )

Ayato: Well then. Guess it’s time for these bad boys to make an appearance.

Yui: ...? Ayato-kun, are those...?

Ayato: Hehe. I figured out what the dude looks like while I was gatherin’ information on him.

I drew this portrait of him. Whatcha think? There’s just no way we won’t find him with this, right?

Yui: ( ...I thought it was an animal of some sorts...But it’s actually a portrait... )

( Ayato-kun seems very confident but...I’m honestly a little worried... )

Ayato: ...What? Got a problem with my drawing?

Yui: Eh? ...No, that’s not it, but...

Ayato: ...? But, what?

Yui: Well...

Selection

→ Beg the question

Yui: ...No, it’s nothing...

Ayato: ...Hmm. Well, whatever.

→ Praise him (☾)

Yui: ...No, it’s nothing. I just thought your art style is very distinctive...

Ayato: Hah, right? You’ve got a good eye!

Yui: ( Either way...I feel as if I’ve seen this face somewhere before... )

( ...Am I just imagining things...? )

Ayato: ‘Kay! Let’s go ‘round the whole park showin’ people this portrait!

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Che, fuck...We’re not havin’ any luck...

Yui: Yeah...You’re right...

( We’ve been walking around the park asking others for information, but we haven’t even gotten any clues... )

( I guess it’s impossible with just a single portrait... )

Ayato: Hm? ...Ah!

Yui: ...What?

Ayato: Oi, take a look over there...!

Yui: Eh...?

???: Hahaha, then afterwards...

Yui: ( For some reason...That man vaguely looks like...the portrait drawn by Ayato-kun...? )

Ayato: It’s definitely him! Oi, let’s go!

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

( Way to go, Ayato-kun! ...I guess? )

ー They run up to the man

Ayato: Hey, Old Geezer! You’re the locksmith, right?

???: ...I can’t deny I’m the one and only but... ...! You’re that guy from yesterday...!

Yui: Eh? ...Ah! You’re...!

ー A flashback ensues

Vampire gentleman: I was shocked to find you passed out here! Did you come with someon...ーー

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: ...Oi! What are you doin’ to her!? Back off at once!!

*THUD*

Vampire gentleman: Uguh!?

Yui: ...! Ayato-kun!?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( The guy who helped me yesterday...And who was kicked by Ayato-kun...! )

( Who would have thought he was actually the locksmith...! )

Locksmith: What do you want? I didn’t think I would run into you two again here...

Just when I was enjoying the Parade too...

Take a look! My smile has been turned upside down because of you!

Yui: W-We’re so sorry...!

Ayato: Che...For real? No wonder the guy struck me as familiar when I was drawin’ his portrait...

Listen, dude. I’m sorry for what I did yesterday...I was convinced you were...

Yui: Um, we truly feel sorry. It’s just, Ayato-kun honestly didn’t mean any harm. 

He just got the wrong idea and...Well...

Locksmith: Hmhp! A little late for those excuses now. Besides, I’m enjoying my vacation right now.

I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t disturb me. Now leave.

Yui: ...But...!

Ayato: Listen up. There’s somethin’ we wanna ask of you.

Locksmith: ...Of me?

*Cling*

Ayato: ...It’s this. We have to fix this key by the end of today, no matter what...

I’m beggin’ you. Can’t you please help us out?

Locksmith: ...And give me one good reason to do that!? The answer is no.

Ayato: Didn’t I say ‘please!?’ If not, she’ll...Yui will...

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...

Locksmith: What does she have to do with it?

Ayato: ...Long story short, we need your skill to be able to save her!

So stop complainin’ and help us out!

*Thud*

Yui: ...Ayato-kun! C-Calm down...!

Locksmith: Hmph! You should probably do something about that short temper of yours.

...Anyway, if I don’t fix that key, something bad will happen to the young lady over here, correct?

...I suppose I have no other choice then. Let me make you an offer then.

Ayato: An offer?

Locksmith: Exactly. I challenge you to a game of go-cart. If you win, I will help you out.

Yui: ...! Really?

Locksmith: Yes, I mean it. Hey, you. This is how you negotiate with someone. Take mental note.

Ayato: Che, the fuck? This locksmith thinks he’s the shit...I don’t like him.

But fine. I just need to beat you in a go-cart race, right? Challenge accepted! You better brace yourself!

Oi, watch me, Chichinashi. I’m takin’ this victory home for sure.

Yui: Yeah...!

( Good luck, Ayato-kun...! )

Explanation: The player controls the go-cart of the character. Hitting the obstacles will slow you down. By touching the arrow, you can speed up. Use the D-pad to alternate lanes and reach the finish before time runs out.

You can play this game in EASY, NORMAL or HARD mode.

Ayato: Awesome, I win!

Locksmith: I didn’t think you could win against me in a go-cart race. ...As to be expected of Karlheinz’s son.

Yui: Eh? You knew...?

Locksmith: ...Guess so. That’s exactly why I wanted to beat him.

Ayato: Anyway, you’ll fix this key as you promised, right?

Locksmith: Yeah, of course. You won fair and square after all.

Ayato: I did it, Yui!

ー He scoops her up in his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

( Gosh, Ayato-kun...! )

Ayato: Heh! Didn’t I tell you? Yours Truly never loses...

There’s nobody out there who can beat me. I’m always number one!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the locksmith’s shop

Locksmith: Well then, come on in.

*Thud*

Yui: ( Wow. There’s many keys I’ve never seen before... )

Locksmith: ...Well then, show me the broken key.

Ayato: Yeah. It’s this bad boy.

*Cling*

Locksmith: ...Hm, this is...

...

Yui: ( ...He went quiet. He looks a little troubled... )

Ayato: Oi, what do you say? You can fix it, right?

Locksmith: ...I can. However...I will need a special mineral to do so.

Yui: A special...mineral?

Ayato: You just have to attach one side to the other, right!? Then why not use whatever you have laying ‘round to glue it together!?

Locksmith: ...No, that won’t work. Well, let me just show you. For example, if I try to use this metal...

*Cling cling*

*Thud*

Ayato: ...!?

Yui: ( ...The metal bounced off...? )

Locksmith: ...See? This key has been manufactured in a special way and can only be fixed by using an identical material.

It’ll be difficult to repair the key without the right mineral.

Yui: No way...

Ayato: Then we just gotta dig up that mineral from somewhere, right!? Where can we find it?

Locksmith: Even here in the Demon World, you can only find it in a select few locations.

The closest site would be...Right. The abandoned mine on Smaragd Volcano...

That place used to be a goldmine for all sorts of minerals. I’m sure you could still dig some up to this day.

Ayato: The volcano, right? ‘Kay, gotcha! Oi, Chichinashi! We’re leavin’ right away. Follow me!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah! Ayato-kun!

ー The scene shifts to Diamante Fountain

Ayato: That bein’ said, how are we gonna get to this abandoned mine...?

It can’t be helped...The Four-Eyes might just know a good way.

Okay, I’m gonna send him a message through my Familiar.

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun’s trying his very best... )

( He barely got any sleep last night either, did he...? I feel kind of bad... )

( For one, I wonder if this stuff we’re doing right now is really what the Count expects from us...? )

( I won’t deny that we broke into his house and broke the key, but... )

ー A flashback ensues

???: ...Exactly. While everyone else is too preoccupied with the Parade.

???: ...I will act as the decoy. ...As for the location, is Zartan’s Mouth okay?

???: Yes, I do not mind. However, there’s a few issues...

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( They were being kind of suspicious, right...? )

( I wonder what exactly that key is for...? )

( If those guys are trying to commit a crime using that key... )

( We basically aided them in that, no...? )

( In that case, the Count will... )

Ayato: Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve got a frown on your face...

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...

Ayato: I got a response from Reiji. That bastard really knows all the weird shit, huh?

But it saved our ass this time. It seems like we’ll need some tools, so let’s go collect them right away.

Yui: Y-Yeah...But...

Ayato: ...? What?

Yui: Shouldn’t you take a little break first?

You know...You haven’t been able to rest at all since yesterday, right?

Ayato: ...That’s what you’re worried about? I’m totally fine.

Besides, it’s my fault all of this happened in the first place, right?

You really think I can sit still and rest now...?

Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )

Ayato: The quickest route to the volcano is to take a gondola and go up the canal.

I’m sure you’re tired as well, but let’s push through a lil’ longer and rest on the journey there, ‘kay?

Yui: ...I’m fine. I’m much more worried about you...

Ayato: Didn’t you hear me when I said I’m fine? You weirdo. ...Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal

Ayato: Accordin’ to Reiji’s message, there’s a lake at the end of this canal.

And the entrance to the mountain should be somewhere in the nearby forest.

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...? Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve been actin’ off this whole time, you know?

...You’re not feeling sick again, are you?

Yui: ...I’m not! There’s just been something on my mind...

Ayato: On your mind? What is it? Tell me.  You shouldn’t keep secrets from me.

Yui: ...It’s about that key...

Ayato: ...The key?

Yui: ...Yeah. I was just wondering what they’d use that key for...

Ayato: ...Well, it didn’t seem like they’re up to any good.

Yui: ...! You think so too?

Ayato: I mean, those dudes in the basements were obviously actin’ suspicious, no?

They were hella pissed we listened in on their conversation as well. I’m sure they’re up to something.

Yui: ...In that case, what we’re doing right now is...

Ayato: ...Hmph. But you know, what’s the point in worryin’ ‘bout that?

Anyway, it’s my fault the key broke...

If they won’t forgive me unless I get it fixed, then I have no other choice.

That’s all the Count told us. We don’t exactly have the time to worry ‘bout what comes after, right?

Yui: You’re not wrong but...

Ayato: Oh, seems like we’re here.

ー The scene shifts to Tilkeys Falls

Yui: ( Waah...What a beautiful place. )

Ayato: ‘Kay, let’s keep goin’. Here, gimme your hand.

Yui: Yeah.

*Rustle*

( Swan-shaped boats...Everyone seems to having a lot of fun... )

( I would have loved to come here on a date with Ayato-kun instead... )

( However, now’s not the time for that. )

Ayato: ...

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Kyah!

( Ayato-kun, out of nowhere...! )

Ayato: Why do you keep makin’ those gloomy expressions?

Don’t worry. Once we find the right mineral real quick and get the key repaired...

I’ll for sure retrieve your heart from the Count, okay?

Then afterwards, let’s enjoy ourselves here to the fullest before headin’ home. How does that sound?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

( Could it be, he’s trying to cheer me up...Right? )

Fufu. You’re right. We better hurry then.

Ayato: Yeah!

ー The scene shifts to the mine site

Ayato: Che, this place’s pretty slippery...Oi. Watch your step, ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah...

( It’s pretty creepy in here...It looks rather worn out as well... )

( It won’t collapse, right...? I’m a little worried... )

*Thud*

Ayato: There we go...Guess ‘round here should do. Let’s try diggin’ into the ground.

Yui: I’ll start over here then...

Ayato: No, you don’t need to help out. I’d rather not have you collapse on me again. Just sit there and watch, ‘kay?

Yui: ...But...!

Ayato: I just said it’s fine, right? Anyway, let’s get started! Heave...hoh!

*THUD*

*Rustle*

Ayato: Uwah!

Yui: Kyaah!

Ayato: Che, bats...? Don’t give me a scare...There...!

*THUD THUD*

Ayato: Reiji knew more ‘bout the mineral.

It’s some kind of magic crystal about the size of a fist which gives off a silver shine.

Yui: Silver...? 

Ayato: Yeah. That’s why the dark will work to our advantage! If it shimmers, we should be able to spot it right away!

*THUD*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

( Again...! Is something lurking around...? )

Ayato: Hah, whatcha pissin’ your pants for? I bet it’s some lower class Familiar again?

*Flap flap*

Ayato: Che, it’s hella noisy though. It keeps on distractin’ me. I’ll chase it away!

*Thud*

Ayato: Imma go take a look up ahead so you stay here, ‘kay?

ー Ayato walks away

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...

( He left...Will he be okay...? )

Ayato: Hm? The fuck’s this? ...Wait. Uwah!? 

*CAW*

Ayato: Uwaahーー!!

Yui: ...!? Ayato-kun!?

( O-Oh no...! )

ー She rushes to his side

Yui: Ayato-kun, what’s wrong!?

( ...He’s gone...? )

Ayato-kunーー!?

*Flap*

Ayato: Chichinashiーー!!

*CAW*

Yui: Kyaah!!

( Ayato-kun...! He’s been caught by a giant eagle!! )

( W-What should I do...!? I have to save him...! )

Ayato-kun! I’ll be right thereーー!

Ayato: Forget that! Look! Inside its nest!

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: You can see it right!? There’s a silver light! Couldn’t that be the crystal!?

Yui: Ah...!

( He’s right...! There’s various silver crystals inside the eagle’s nest...! )

Ayato: Hurry up and take one! Make haste!!

Yui: ( B-But... )

*Chirp chirp chirp*

T-The chicks have got their wings wrapped around them...If I get close, I’m sure... 

( The Mother bird will get upset...! )

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Ayato: Like we have the time to worry ‘bout that! Hurry up while I keep the big one busy!

Yui: O-Okay...

ー Yui runs over to the nest

*Chirp chirp chirp*

Yui: I-I’m sorry...I only need one, okay...

*Rustle*

( Those crystals seem very dear to them...Right, I’m pretty sure birds are known to like sparkly things... )

...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: ...Kyaah!

Ayato: Fuck! Seems like she noticed you!

What are you takin’ your sweet time for!? Just snatch one already! ...Uwah!?

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Ow...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Ayato: You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! Look! The eagle returned to her nest. Now it won’t be easy to get close to it.

That was our chance! What are you doin’...!? 

Yui: B-But...!

( I just can’t...! Even if it’s from an eagle, it’d still make us thieves...! )

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: ( ...She’s wary of us... )

Ayato-kun, let’s go outside for now...

Ayato: Haah? Are you givin’ up? But why...!?

ー Yui walks away

Ayato: Oi, wait! Chichinashi!

ー The scene shifts to the entrance of the mine

Ayato: ...God, what are you playin’ at!? We were so close!

Yui: I’m sorry...But listen...

Those chicks were holding the stones so very dearly...

I just couldn’t bring myself to take them away...

Ayato: Haah? They’re eagles, remember? The fuck you sayin’...!?

Yui: B-But you know...We’re going around trying to clear our name so...

So don’t you think that by stealing something valuable from those eagles, we’d just be committing another misduct? 

Ayato: ...

Yui: Besides, when dealing with a human, we can always apologize and explain the situation to them.

However, when it’s an eagle, we would never be able to get their forgiveness, right...?

Once I realized that, I just couldn’t bring myself to steal the crystal...

Ayato: ...Haah. You really love to overthink stuff, don’t you...?

But well, whatever. No point in crying over spilled milk.

Let’s look for a different way for now. We still have to get our hands on one of those crystals no matter what after all.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...He understood... )

Want to move locations and try digging along the tunnel? I’ll help this time too...

Ayato: Mmh. Well...Guess we have no other choice...

Monologue

In what followed, the two of us went on our way,

digging around the entire mining site,

but we were unable,

to find the magic crystal.

With both of us completely exhausted,

we had no other choice but to return to the city empty-handed.

ー The scene shifts to café Tarte Tatin

*Cling*

Ayato: ...So what are we gonna do now...?

Yui: ...Yeah...

( For real, what should we do? )

( We have to get the key repaired by the end of today...Yet, we weren’t able to find the crystal in the end... )

Ayato: Say, I’ve been thinkin’. Don’t you think that Count might have one of those crystals in his possession?

He’s been goin’ ‘round stealing treasures from all ‘round the Demon World, so he’s bound to have one or two magical crystals amongst his collection...

Yui: ...I can definitely picture it...

( We had no other choice but to steal from the eagle to repair the key...I’m sure the Count watched all of that go down as well... )

( He might just be able to give us some advice at least... )

...Good point. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask

Ayato: We don’t exactly have much other choice. With that settled, let’s quickly finish our meal and get goin’.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal

Ayato: Oh, oi! Check that out!

Yui: Eh?

Waah...!

Ayato: It’s the Water Parade. Seems like we got here just on time.

Yui: Yeah, you’re right. It’s really pretty...

Ayato: ...

Say, listen...

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: ‘Bout the eagle’s nest from earlier...I’m sorry.

You actually weighed your options, didn’t you? Yet I kept on givin’ you crap for it...

Yui: ...

It’s fine. I should apologize as well. 

Even though...You tried so hard to get that crystal...

Ayato: ...Hey, Yui. Lift your face.

ー He steps closer

Yui: Eh? ...Nn...

Ayato: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...What a gentle kiss... )

( It’s always as if his kindness is being conveyed to me... )

Ayato: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( I can tell even if he doesn’t say it out loud. That deep down... )

( He’s really thinking of what’s best for me... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 2

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ SUBARU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ RUKI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ YUMA]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #5 [W/ SHIN]

[your-eternal-muse]

You Gave Her Your Sweater

Heather Series Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Bonus!:Readers Card Confession Bonus!:To Hold On, To Let Go, Spencers take Bonus!:Series Playlist

Summery: Reader runs into Heather while wearing Spencer’s sweater, solidifying the difference in their relationships.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, mentions of cheating

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Okay guys, the next chapter is the last one! And I promise its gonna be so fucking long, and so fucking cute it’ll give you cavities. I’m gonna give you the good shit. The next couple weeks I might be a little slower at posting because I submitted an application for an apartment me and my sister want, and I’m fairly certain were gonna get it, so I’ll be busy packing and stuff. Thank you for your continued support!

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I never liked grocery shopping.

I know it’s essential, but the task itself is so draining, so boring.

Even still, I can’t help but wander around, buying shit that looks good that I absolutely do not need.

I know you’re not supposed to go when you’re hungry, but I can’t help it.

I guess that’s an upside of being married to the man I am.

While one of his hands is situated in the back pocket of my jeans, the other holds a piece of paper that holds our grocery list, and he is a stickler for keeping to it.

He’s subtly leading me down the aisles as I push the cart, which is already half full of what we need.

Grocery shopping with Spencer is different.

It doesn’t feel like a chore when he’s with me.

It also cuts the time by at least half, because he doesn’t let me stray from the list. 

But I’ve had a special circumstance these past few months.

“You know what sounds so good right now?” I ask him, as he begins to lead me down the cereal aisle.

“What’s that baby?”

He removes his hand from my pocket, reaching up to grab a box off the top shelf.

“Shrimp. With cocktail sauce.”

My mouth starts to water just thinking about it.

He laughs, walking back to me, placing it in our cart.

“You hate shrimp.”

I roll my eyes. “I also hate pickles, but last week I couldn’t stop eating them. And besides,” I run my hands over my growing belly. “It’s not my fault.”

He smiles, shaking his head, coming forward to rest his hands on top of mine, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.

“I’ll go get you some. While you,” he slips the list into the front pocket of the sweatshirt I’m wearing. “Continue shopping.”

“Thank you, Spence.”

“Anything for my girls.”

His hands come to lift the hood over my head, pulling the string, shrinking it around my face.

“I’m never gonna get my sweatshirt back am I?”

I shake my head. “I’m gonna be buried in this thing.”

He rolls his eyes before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“It looks better on you anyways. I’ll be right back.”

He turns and walks back down the aisle, only to turn back and say “Don’t stray from the list!”

I raise my hands defensively. “I won’t!”

I watch as he disappears around the corner before reaching into the cart and pulling out the box of cheerios, doing my best to place it back on the shelf.

“How can he like cheerios? Fuckin’ weirdo, Reese's Puffs are where it’s at.”

I grab the orange box, only pausing when I feel a kick against my side. 

“I’m gonna assume you agree with me. Cheerios are nasty. Don’t worry, we’ll make daddy see.”

Another movement, and my hand finds the place against my side, pressing lightly. “Okay, baby girl, mama still has to shop.”

“You’re wearing his sweater.”

I pause my movements, my hand still resting on my stomach.

It can’t be.

I mean it can, you do live in the same area that she does.

I turn, to see Heather standing in the middle of the aisle, her gaze falling down to my stomach, and then back up to the lettering across my chest that says ‘CalTech’.

I shove my hands into the front pocket, not really sure what to say. 

“I was cold, and I forgot mine at my place when he gave it to me.” I take my left hand out to brush some hair out of my face, letting her see the diamond ring that rests on my finger.

“He never offered one to me. Even when I forgot mine.” Her hands are in her front pockets of her jeans, and she doesn’t meet my eye.

I shrug. 

Is that supposed to make me feel bad for you?

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that, Heather.”

It’s quiet for a moment, as much as it can be in the middle of a grocery store. 

She’s the one to break the silence. “How far along are you?”

None of your fucking business bitch.

“6 months.” I cradle my stomach with my hands, smiling down at it. “We’re having a girl.”

She shuffles from side to side, running her hands over her jeans, her arms, through her hair.

I can’t help being proud of the fact that even six months pregnant, I still make her nervous. 

“You know, we talked about having kids. Or well, I talked.” It’s then that she finally meets my eye. “He told me he didn’t want any.”

I let a smirk slide over my face. “Spencer loves kids. Even before we got together he always said he wanted kids.” I look her up and down. “Guess he just didn’t want any with you.”

It’s been three years. It’s been a long time, and I know Spencer’s over her. I know I should throw her a bone, ease up on the sarcasm and poison laced words.

But she hurt him. She broke him. It took months for him to fully admit that he did love her in some way, shape or form, and that the betrayal of that love hurt. 

I would never forgive her for that, no matter what she did. No matter if he does.

The look of hurt passes over her face, but then a crying child is heard behind her and she turns. 

I look over her shoulder, and the man I saw that night at the bar is walking towards her with a spitting image of her in the seat. 

The child is crying over something I couldn’t really decipher, and I see her shoulders tense as his eyes meet mine.

I take in the ring on his finger, the one on hers, and finally look at how old her daughter is.

She knows, and turns back to me, panic slapped across her face.

“How old is she?”

She swallows, and her husband is trying to get her to stop crying. “She’s two and half.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what that implies.

It’s just one thing after another, isn’t it?

“You gotta be kidding me. Are you fucking serious right now?” I cross my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow. 

She starts to pick at her cuticles. “I didn’t find out until after the divorce was finalized. My doctor said I got pregnant at the end of April.” 

She was pregnant with another man's baby for almost 2 and half months, while being married to him.

Buckle up baby, I’m about to rock this bitches shit for a second time.

“You were going to pass it off as his, weren’t you? You were going to fuck him, and than two weeks later tell him that you were pregnant.”

I take a step forward, anger boiling in my chest. “You know he’s a fucking genius right? He’d do the math in .2 seconds and figure it out? What is with you and thinking you can get away with this shit?”

He must have sensed a disturbance in the force, because not two seconds later he comes around the corner, holding my snack in his hands, only to pause when he takes in the scene. 

His eyes flicker to me, then to Heather, the baby, and finally the man, who is puffing his chest to try and appear like the alpha male he thinks he is.

His hands tighten around the container of shrimp, before walking past all three of them, coming to stand behind me, tossing the container into the cart, one hand back in my back pocket, the other in his front. 

He stares down Heather, his eyes going back to the child every couple of seconds. 

I know he’s doing the math in his head, and he figured it out probably faster than I did.

“Unbelievable.”

She pinches the bridge of her crooked nose, looking up to say something but I cut her off. 

“Don’t. You have nothing to prove to us. You made your choice, now you have to live with it.” I look at the man behind her.

“Not even half the man.”

Spencer turns towards me, his chest moving to contain laughter at the look on her face.

Not giving her a chance to get the last word, I turn, and push the cart down the rest of the aisle, turning it as I hear her start to yell at him and her daughter.

He pulls me into an empty one a few rows down, turning me to face him as he leans down and kisses me. 

I wish I could kiss him forever.

“I love you so much, you don’t even know.”

I grab his hands and place them on my stomach, where our daughter was making herself comfortable. “I think I have an idea.”

He laughs, his eyes not leaving my stomach as he feels her movements. 

After a few moments, he removes his hands, grabbing one of my own as he turns me back around to keep shopping. 

“Really?” He points to the box of Reese's Puffs. 

“What? The list said cereal, Reese's puffs are cereal!”

He shakes his head, kissing the top of my head. 

“Whatever you say, dear.”

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[rahleeyah]

Hi! I want to tell you I am in awe of your writing. It’s powerful and moving and so true to characters. I’m always curious…what is your writing “process?” If you don’t mind me asking!

Oh this is a great question!!! We haven't had a writing question in a while.

My process is not something I usually think about; when I first saw this question I was about to say something like mostly what I do is I just sit very still and let the words come out. And that's true but not fair; that's only one piece of the puzzle.

The first piece is routine. I write at the same time every day. Weekdays it's first thing when I come home from work, weekends it's first thing when I wake up. Always the same time, always sitting in the same place - on my porch, away from distractions, with fresh air and a glass of water and some smokes. That last part is not recommended.

It is hard to write if I miss a few days. One day is fine, but if I go more than 2-3 (which I don't think I've done since Christmas) I'll be out of step and it'll take a while to get back in the groove. So that's the practical part, is I've got a time and space set aside to write and that makes it easier.

The next piece I guess is where the ideas come from. I rewatch a lot. I find watching helps me keep the character voices, but it also helps me make new connections or find new moments to explore. I'll post thoughts here or share them with friends and the back and forth helps flesh things a lot. Most of the time an idea for a story is like a lightning strike; it feels as if it's come out of nowhere. But it isn't completely organic; I spend a lot of time thinking about ideas. In the shower, in the car, before bed, in snippets on tumblr. You have to cultivate the idea generating part of your brain. Sometimes I'll play with a story in my head for weeks and it won't go anywhere; sometimes the whole thing just appears fully formed in my brain like Jesus air dropped it to me. But you gotta be open to the spirit before the spirit can move you, you know?

So we have a place to write and we have an idea, how do we make a story?

A story is like a road. It is going from point A to point B and we gotta lay the pavers to get there. A story like hov is easy; it's set in canon so there's episodes to draw from, and there's a clear linear progression from not pregnant to pregnant to baby. There's a time frame and there's built in milestones. Something like let's take long way down, madam Jean, for example, is gonna be totally different, bc it isn't set in canon and there is no roadmap to get from strangers to happily ever after.

A lot of the time I don't look at the big picture bc it's overwhelming. It feels insurmountable, if I think about how many chapters it'll take and how much time it'll take. I'm eating this elephant one bite at a time, just like my mama said. So we write the first scene. The first paver that goes down is the Problem.

Not to be all freshman English class but every story is centered on conflict. Those conflicts can be anything; it doesn't have to be a "fight", an actual literally good guy vs bad guy. It just has to be an issue. Liv is pregnant but Elliot is her partner and they're not supposed to sleep together. Lucien works for the police but he's intrigued by the local madam. Eli doesn't know who Liv is and he's worried about his dad. Bernie Stabler shows up unannounced. All of these are Problems.

Once we have a Problem, we can start working on the Solution. We do this one step at a time. We do not rush.

So every day, I read over the last chapter I wrote. Where are we, what's happened, what are the Conflicts, what is the next logical step? How do we address it in one scene?

Lucien saw the madam, and she asked him to look after a pregnant girl. Ok now he has to go back to the brothel in the next chapter. That moves the timeline forward and moves us closer to the end goal, bc while Lucien is looking after the girl he talks to Jean, and we plant the seeds of them falling in love. It also gives us one piece of action to work on, one moment in time to write. I sit down, I write Lucien going to the brothel, I write him examining the girl and talking to Jean, boom there's one scene we're done. We tie those two things together; logical progression of Plot events, and the emotional undercurrent. I like it best when a chapter has both.

Themes come out naturally most of the time. Matrilineal, for example, was just me sitting down to write about Bernie and I used Amanda bc I love an outside pov. But as I was writing I'm thinking you know, Amanda has a complicated relationship with her mom. Shit, so does Liv. And they're both mothers now. And so is Bernie. And the emotional threads come out naturally as a result of who these people are. The piece wasn't gonna be about mothers but then it became obvious that it had to be.

Motifs appear the same way. The first chapter of bury my heart, I used this is love. That wasn't originally intentional, but when I did it the second time I thought there it is, and kept using it, and that's where the gut punch of the final line comes from; the meaning has changed from joy to sorrow and it is only impactful bc of the repetition and our previous connection to it.

I use a lot of imagery, and a lot of it tends to be religious - Jean is very Catholic, and so is Elliot, so for both Blake and svu there's room to play with it there. I like similes, I like metaphors, I like synecdoche - there's a fun one. I like to play with putting words together in different ways but that stuff doesn't happen in the car, or the shower, or on my lunch break; that usually only happens when I'm writing. I have to sit down and be still and let my brain go.

Conflict, themes, motifs, images, characters, these are the ingredients that make a story. And the more you work with them the easier they come. It just takes practice. But one of the best ways to improve is to read. See what's possible. See how other people have put words together. Someone commented once about how sometimes I say a lot with very few words; that is something I picked up from two very different places. Stephen King is great about short, simple, powerful sentences that knock your socks off. And there's a recurring line in my favorite series, the Belgariad, where when things are bad the man character goes to his aunt, who has raised him since he was a baby and is essentially his mother, and she holds him, and everything was all right again. It is a simple, repeated phrase about love, and comfort, and how no matter how terrifying the world can be, love brings healing and hope. There are quotes scattered throughout my work. Olivia quotes Heraclitus to herself in bury my heart; yes I am a classics major but my connection to that quote comes from the film the emperor's club. Inspiration is everywhere; draw on all of it.

This is. Probably more information than you were looking for but once I got started I couldn't stop.

[night-fallz]

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 3)

If he knew that he would be blamed for murdering someone the moment he got back to Gotham, then Jason would’ve waited another week or two before returning.

No matter what a lot of people said, Jason wasn’t stupid. He knows not to expect things that were unlikely to happen.

Jason couldn’t risk raising his hopes when it came to the bats.

He knew that he wasn’t gonna receive a warm welcome filled with hugs and cupcakes. Honestly, the most he expected was a nod of acknowledgment. And if he was lucky, then maybe- maybe he would’ve gotten a smile with the quiet whisper of a welcome back.

It made his heart twist in all the wrong ways to know that his family didn’t trust him as much as he thought. Jason genuinely believed that he and the bats were on good enough terms to earn him the benefit of the doubt.

He forced himself not to flinch as he met Batman’s harsh, distrustful gaze.

“I wasn’t even here when he was killed,” Jason tried to say as calmly as he could, knowing that if he loses his temper, everyone would use it against him. “I was following a case up in New York.”

He couldn’t go back to Arkham! Not again. Not with the Joker only a few cells away from him, taunting him with his laughter— his voice filled with cruel exhilaration as he continuously promised Jason that they would play together once again. How he would soon be reunited with his favorite playmate.

His favorite Robin.

He heard someone suck in a breath behind him.

Jason didn’t expect anyone to defend him. Not against Batman. But still-

He didn’t expect them to just stand and watch as Batman tore him into shreds once again. Batman threw accusation over accusation, yet he never once provided a single piece of evidence that proved it was Jason that did it.

He took a step towards Jason and he had to force himself not to flinch. Batman wouldn’t… not with his kids in the same room.

He ignored the rising panic in his stomach. Jason was safe.

He was safe.

Bruce wouldn’t beat him in the cave. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of Damian.

Jason would be able to walk out of the cave with his ability to walk. He was gonna be okay.

“Look, B. You can even ask them,” he pointed at the spot where Dick and the others were standing. “I told them that I was leaving Gotham for a while.”

Batman turned to where Jason was pointing. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

The cave was engulfed in eerie silence before Tim opened his mouth, faltering a little when he met Jason’s pleading gaze. “He’s not lying Bruce. He told me that he had a mission out of Gotham while we were hanging out a few weeks ago.”

Jason could feel his chest loosen up for a few seconds, thankful that Tim confirmed his statement.

He remembered the day that Tim was talking about. The bats were getting even clingier than usual. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were following Jason anymore.

Tim asked Jason if he wanted to watch a movie and Jason agreed.

The bats were gonna be watching him anyways— they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they bugged him and all the known safehouses he has.

At this point, Jason didn’t know whether he should feel offended with how much they underestimated or relieved.

They already viewed him as dangerous and unpredictable. If they ever find out that Jason’s been holding back, even if it was just a little-

He won’t let them throw him back to Arkham. Jason would rather go back to the League of Assassins.

If Jason wasn’t watching Batman so closely, he would’ve missed the sliver of a nod the man-made.

Jason tried not to think of the fact that Bruce immediately accepted Tim’s answer without hesitation.

For the millionth time in this conversation, he wished that he was wearing his helmet. Instead, he forced his expression to remain calm. To remain bored as turned back to Bruce an eyebrow raised.

“Is that good enough proof for you, old man?” he couldn’t help but spit out, bitterness clear in his voice.

Batman remained unaffected, not even bothering to verbally answer Jason’s question. Instead, he just nodded.

Jason’s heart clenched, of course, he wouldn’t get an apology. Batman was too prideful for that.

“Truth.” Cassandra’s voice rang across the cave, breaking the heavy silence. “No… not lie.”

Batman nodded once again and Cassandra’s eyes met his. It took everything in him to stop a retort from coming out of his mouth.

Couldn’t she have said that a few minutes ago? Before Batman ripped him apart like he was nothing but flimsy paper.

Still, he guessed he should be thankful that she defended him. Even though it was too late.

After a few seconds of no one saying anything, Dick broke the awkwardness with an annoying smile on his face. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t we get that movie started?”

It was only because of all his training that Jason didn’t break down right there.

Of course this was just another thing that they’d sweep under the rug. Something that they would never want to speak off again.

Discussions of what movie they were supposed to watch erupted the room. It didn’t take long for an argument to break out between Damian and Tim.

Jason watched the scene for a few seconds before looking away.

They looked like a real family.

He turned away, these things happened frequently enough for Jason to know that he wasn’t welcomed.

He blocked out all the noise as he walked towards his helmet, eager to put it back on.

It was only a matter of luck that the universe hated him so much that he knocked something down, the thumping noise alerting everyone that he was about to leave.

Jason couldn’t help but feel relieved that he put on his helmet as soon as he got his hands on it.

At least he didn’t have to go to all the trouble to force his expression to remain impassive anymore.

Batman could use it against him.

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Where are you going, Jay? I thought you were joining us tonight.”

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not in the mood to watch a stupid movie tonight.” Jason spits out.

Was Dick being serious right now? There were so many things wrong with that question.

One: Why would Jason want to spend more time with the people who thought he murdered someone and didn’t even bother to defend him.

And two-

No one invited Jason.

Before anyone could say anything else, Jason hopped on his motorcycle. He needed to get out of the cave.

He could feel their eyes on his back but no one bothered to stop him.

The last thing he heard was Cassandra’s voice assuring the bats. “Be back,” she said with enough confidence that one would think that she could command Jason to turn around with only her words. “He will be back.”

Jason held in the harsh remark that threatened to leave his lips.

Plus, it wasn’t like Cassandra was lying. He knew it— and hell, the rest of Bats probably knew it too.

Jason would come back. He always did.

It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

But for now, he needed to get away. He thought that one week would be enough to calm the pit.

It wasn’t.

In fact, he feels like the interaction with the bats today just made it worst.

He’ll stay away from them for two weeks. That should be enough time for the pit to stop screaming at him.

But who would he stay with?

Jason had enough experience to know that the best way to calm the pit was to surround yourself with people you trust.

Kori and Roy were still in space.

And Talia was busy with the civil war against Ra’s.

Jason had no one else.

Except-  

His phone grew heavier in his pocket and he remembered that an Avenger owed him a favor.

Clint said that Jason could text him whenever.

And the more he thought about it, the more Jason decided that he did trust the archer in some way.  

Jason soon found himself staring at the side mirror of the vehicle and poisonous green eyes stared back.

He quickly averted his eyes.

Clint was his last choice. And Jason couldn’t risk being in the peak of a pit episode without anyone to keep him in his place.  

He could do this.

It wasn’t like he had another choice.

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notes:

Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am swamped with work.

I don’t know how I feel about this chapter. It’s not my best work but I wanted to put something out for you guys!!

I hope that you liked it.

I’m gonna spend this weekend to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

Like always, please leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

And once again, if you have any fanfic requests, questions, or just suggestions for a specific fanfic i’m writing, just leave it in a comment down below or you can just message me here on tumblr.  

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 307: The One With Shindou

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks (and Jeanist too, although he didn’t really do anything, but BY GOD, WHAT IS UP WITH HIS NECK) held a press conference and were all, “everything you’ve heard is true, so we would just like to say, from the bottom of our hearts... our bad.” U.A. opened its doors to the public as an evacuation shelter. Deku and All Might told basically EVERYBODY about OFA, which is absolutely wild, and yet somehow we hardly paid any attention to this at all. Mostly because the chapter ended with Deku being all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN” and peacing out of U.A. to embark on a solo journey of angst. So this is either gonna be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to this series, so TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH IT IS.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so who do you guys want to see next? Deku? Bakugou?? Well how about SHINDOU?” Shindou is all “hi :) I’m Shindou :) :) remember me :) :) :)?” Horikoshi is all “I’m so sorry for depriving you guys of Shindou for so fucking long, how about an ENTIRE CHAPTER ALL OF HIM” and then he REALLY FUCKING DOES IT because, I don’t know?? Did we make him mad?? Am I being punished for something I did in a past life?? It really is, honest to god, seventeen whole goddamn pages of Shindou, punctuated by a few pages of Muscular, and topped off with one (1) whole appearance by Deku at THE VERY END. And we don’t even get to see his face. I am beside myself lmao I’m sorry you guys, you can skip this recap if you want. Or just skip straight to the end, because movie 3 promo.

“long time no see” now what could this mean?? can’t think of too many characters this phrase would apply to right now. although I can think of one big one, and I know that fandom has been trying to manifest his deadbeat ass to finally show itself for years now. could it finally be that time? if Hisashi shows up and debunks DFO a big chunk of the fandom is probably going to riot lol

(ETA: why oh why did I get my hopes up like that lmao. I’m pretty sure Hisashi doesn’t actually exist and Deku was either immaculately conceived, or the stork really did bring Inko a lil green baby from the cabbage patch.)

anyway, so the chapter is opening on this random scene of CRIME and DISARRAY

was this all done by that big villain from the previous chapter? utility poles knocked down, random holes in the sides of buildings, and it looks like this one car pulled over in a hurry and the driver just hopped out and ran

who are these people talking

OH NO, OH GOD

I am immediately struck by the urge to push Shindou off of this ledge. is that mean? probably that is mean, but also fuck this guy lmao. every year you cheat someone out of their well-deserved spot in the popularity poll, and every year I want to punch you in your stupid face for it

bah. and how are you doing, Tatami. love that hero name even if you do have arguably the dumbest superpower in the entire series

listen, though. here I am shitting on these Ketsubutsu kids for no good reason, and I’m sorry about that, and truthfully it’s mostly because I just want to see Deku and/or Kacchan and so it’s hard to give a fuck about anything else right now. BUT, I will immediately cease and desist ALL of my complaining if this means we also get to see my best girl Ms. Joke, omg. Horikoshi please

sdlkfjlskalk

FUCK YOU SHINDOU OMG. I’M SORRY GUYS I CAN’T HELP IT, EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO EMINENTLY PUNCHABLE AND DETESTIBLE. IT’S LIKE SOMEONE COMBINED WESLEY CRUSHER WITH JEAN RALPHIO

but LSKJFLEK at this random reminder that Bakugou refused to shake his fucking hand. like, that’s his “fun fact” apparently lol. it’s what he deserves

also living for this “cringe” here, too. fuck you Shindou. I am so, so sorry to any Shindou fans out there you guys because I’m just going to be like this the entire time he’s here. the hate is flowing through me

how has it been three whole pages and I still have to look at his stupid face

anyway so it seems like the kids are having to pick up the slack for Old Man Samurai and all those other assholes who retired. I’m guessing the U.A. kids will be seeing a lot more action as well

but in the meantime let’s hope no villains attack here all of a sudden, because all Tatami can do is make herself shorter while Shindou creates an earthquake to bring the entire building down around them dflkjslk

these guys don’t particularly want to go with them and I can’t say I blame them

so now Shindou is saying that yeah, they can probably handle the looters and such by themselves, but it’s a different story when it comes to the Noumu and the escaped Tartarus prisoners. Shindou how dare you make a reasonable point that I can’t immediately argue with

he says that one of the escapees was sighted in the area, so that’s why they’re trying to evacuate everyone

and the guy disagrees and says he doesn’t trust the heroes and thinks they’re pompous

fdskljk. fucking...

ME: Horikoshi can we please stop and get Deku HORIKOSHI: we have Deku at home THE DEKU AT HOME: 

Horikoshi. please. we get it, the civilians don’t trust the heroes anymore. I UNDERSTAND. I COMPREHEND THIS. so unless there is some other point to this scene I respectfully ask that you hurry things along because omg

did Tatami always have this habit of speaking in meme language and such? I thought that was Camie’s thing but hey

listen, I’m here for anyone who’s willing to drag this man down into the depths of the earth. I would just also rather not spend the entire fucking chapter on this oh my god. Horikoshi do you have any more of those chapters where things happen in them?? those are good, I like those

YESSSSSS FINALLY

so whoever’s on the other end of the call (ETA: it’s that rock-looking guy who can harden anything that he touches. why does BnHA have so many hardening powers) is telling them to run because there’s apparently a villain heading right for them, oh my

WHO IS HE

depending on who it is I can’t promise I won’t be rooting for them over you, buddy

ohhhhhh shit

huh. well that’s... hmm... but on the other hand...

okay lol no, I know it’s bad. Muscular fucking LOVES murdering kids. not even Shindou deserves that. I’m sure he has a family that loves him and stuff. and Tatami seems like a sweet girl. they don’t deserve to be murdered

that is the question isn’t it? are we really going to spend the entire chapter with Limbs-Retracting-Girl and her boyfriend, Joseph Gordon-Levitt from (500) Days of Summer??

YES OMG

YES PLEASE CALL YOUR SENSEI. my god do you know what I would give to see Ms. Joke take down an S-class villain??

(ETA: all I’ll say is that we were robbed here, you guys.)

now Tatami is running away while Shindou stays behind omg

Horikoshi I know I said I hate the guy, and I do, but my god. seems I don’t hate him half as much as you do you. been nice knowing you Shindou my man

are you serious Tatami really ran all the way back up here to try and evacuate these guys one more time

SHE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON omg if you assholes don’t listen to her you deserve to get murdered

BRO

HORIKOSHI DID YOU REALLY FUCKING DO IT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT

LOL OKAY NO, SO FAR HE’S ONLY MESSED UP HIS FACE

WHAT A SHAME WHAT A TRAGEDY. THE WORLD MOURNS

okay but seriously, now he has to be dead

r.i.p. Shindou. he died doing what he loved, talking a lot and being utterly useless

then again, damn Shindou are you really gonna come out here and be a badass?? gonna make me eat my words there kiddo?

I have absolutely no idea if I should expect this to work or not. all I know is that this is page 14, and so it would seem we really are going to spend the entire fucking chapter on fucking Shindou. this beautiful chapter had so much potential, Horikoshi. and now look at it. I hope you’re happy

nope it didn’t fucking work at all lmao

IT’S JUST LIKE I SAID. r.i.p. you pretentious handsome lump

OHHHHHH SNAP

DEKU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOL. anyway but it’s good to see you!! it’s good to see ANYONE other than these guys sob but especially you

FINALLY SOMETHING COOL OMG

somehow Horikoshi actually made the bunny mask look badass?? I don’t think this is sustainable, but I am here for it while it lasts

Shindou should by all rights be nothing but A HANDSOME PASTE at this point lol but WHATEVER. it’s BnHA; getting smashed into walls and cliffs has more or less the same consequences as being set on fire. slap a band-aid on it and you’re good to go

we are REALLY ENDING IT HERE huh

well. and that’s it. I just did not care about any of that lmao. a rare dud of a chapter. well, but we’ve had something like ten in a row that ranged from “pretty good” to “amazing”, so I guess that’s fair

anyway I feel like I owe you guys something other than endless bitching and moaning, so! BONUS:

now this is more like it

first of all, I’m absolutely living for this promo’s “YEET THE CHILDREN OUT OF A HELICOPTER” vibes. FUCK YEAH WE’RE HEROES BITCH

is Deku wearing a jetpack/parachute?? let’s hope he is because I’m assuming he doesn’t have Float yet, so if that’s not a jetpack then it is a LONG WAY DOWN kiddo

these maniacs actually got Deku to wear something other than his red shoes holy fuck. I’m speechless. are we sure that’s not an imposter??

Shouto has the funniest falling position I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming his left arm is not in fact tucked under his leg like it appeared to be at first glance?? like, wtf is the outline of your body right now Shouto

this is what I think it is after careful analysis, but at first I thought this kid had some hidden contortionist abilities

and then there’s this guy

I MISSED YOU YOU BIG GOON. loving the new gauntlets!! and he’s changed up his impractical metal neck thingy into arm thingies! but most importantly, ARE THESE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE

ARE THOSE WEENIES. KACCHAN. KACCHAN HAVE YOU GONE NATIVE OMFG

and meanwhile, look who’s with them! Endeavor makes perfect sense of course, but Hawks is a very welcome surprise. does this mean we can expect to see Tokoyami too? because I would fucking love that

lastly, so this confirms the whole “world heroes” thing! which we all pretty much guessed anyway lol. I wonder if this movie will take place in another country (fingers crossed). the city in the background doesn’t look particularly familiar, but this image probably wasn’t meant to be analyzed in that way lol. anyways, looking forward to this so much, PLEASE GIVE US A TRAILER SOON omg

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Complete 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, general hatred, allusions to death, toyplay, binding/restraint, whipping.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Think we got one chapter left after this one but don’t worry, we will eventually have more Birch beyond that.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 6: Wait and you'll see

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Your ankle bent for the fifth time as you entered the small county hospital. Loki kept his hand covertly on your elbow after you jabbed him several times in the ribs on the drive over and noticed the way your eyes searched around. You couldn’t help it. Even if Jerome’s life was in the balance, you wanted nothing more than to be away from this man; if you could call him one.

The halls were sterile and the bright lights added to the sting in your eyes as you were shown to your brother’s room. A motorcycle accident, the nurse said, but Jerome’s bike was destroyed with everything else in your shop. You knew what happened was far from an accident.

His eyes were closed and tubes ran down his arms and across his face. It was a sobering sight. It reminded you of your father’s last months. You dreaded seeing anyone like that ever again. Even if Jerome was a cowardly weasel, even if he let those men trade you like livestock, he was still your kin and he was all you had left of your father.

You wiggled away from Loki and he let you as he pinched you in warning. You went to Jerome’s bedside and glanced over at your escorts. Korg actually showed an ounce of empathy as he stared at the bed.

“Can I have some privacy?” you snarled.

“We’ll be right outside. Don’t think of trying anything,” Loki reproached.

“I just want to be alone with my brother,” you curled your lip, “not everything is about you.”

You waited until you stepped out and you leaned on the bed rail. He looked so frail just laying there with machines pumping life into him. The nurse said he might wake up but they were still waiting. The only good news she had was that the surgery on his spine was successful.

“I don’t forgive you,” you whispered, “I never will but I love you.”

Your eyes pricked and you rolled them to force away the tears. The machines beeped and fanned. You shook your head and gave a grim smile.

“I want to ask how we got here but we know. We knew life would be like this. Daddy said it would. He knew you were gonna be a club man like him and he told you to hold onto your soul. He’d be so disappointed.” You sighed, “Do you know what that man is doing to me? What he’s gonna do?”

You looked away and huffed. You were angry, hurt, but not broken. Not yet.

“I can’t stop him, I know that,” you confessed quietly as you reached for his hand, “I was stupid to think I was different from those other girls. To think I’m above them. No, these men are all the same and we just gotta deal with it.”

You swallowed and pushed yourself up.

“Yeah, yeah, we know what happened to mama. Same thing’ll happen to me now,” you said, “and you’re gonna go see daddy. I hope he’s at peace, I hope you find that too.”

You turned and wiped your wet eyes. You wouldn’t let Loki see you cry. He wouldn’t have that pleasure. You would play along until you could act. You would pretend that you believed Jerome would live. You would fake, you would take, you would survive.

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The car ride was silent as you stared out the window. You were quiet, still. Even as Loki’s fingers wandered to your skirt and played with the fabric, you did nothing. You were tired and fighting wasn’t doing nothing but draining your energy. You leaned back and played with the button of the jacket. The clothes were entirely impractical against the winter.

The main road of Birch passed outside your window and Korg drove by the sidestreet where the Victorian house stood. You saw the moniker with Cleopatra and you didn’t need to ask where you were going. You didn’t even wonder why. You knew.

“You think you can behave?” Loki asked, “for your brother’s sake?”

You turned to him and resisted a snarl. You nodded and tensed as he squeezed your leg.

“Darling, I mean it. You go in there and you show the boys how tame you can be,” he smirked, “show off your new clothes.”

“I got it,” you said through gritted teeth, “but you touch my brother again and I will never stop. I won’t stop until you kill me too.”

He raised his head in triumph and flicked your chin with his finger, “we have an understanding, don’t we, darling?”

You turned and reached for the handle. He let you and followed you out smoothly. He was quick to hook his arm around your waist as Korg led the way to the bar and opened the door ahead of you. You entered and focused on keeping one foot in front of the other as your instinct told you to throttle the man at your side.

Your breath caught in your throat as your vision cleared. Steve sat with his girl and Bucky with that waitress he was fucking. You saw in her eye a feeling you knew well. Her and the mousy one shared that brittle complacency. Your sights narrowed at Bucky as you got closer and time seemed to slow.

When you reached the table, Bucky looked over and stood. He smiled between you and Loki, the amusement plain on his face. You felt the flicker inside of you. You couldn’t hold back as you slipped quickly from Loki’s grasp and around the side of the table. You latched onto the front of his jacket. You hit him across the jaw with your fist and were ready to lay another as someone caught your fist.

The voices rose around you as you kicked out and caught him in the stomach as you were wrenched away. You looked up as you growled a slew of curses and found Steve and Loki both clinging to your arms. You continued to flail.

“You fucking piece of shit,” you grunted, “I swear to fucking God, I’m going to end you!”

“What did I say?” Loki hissed as they tried to rein you in.

Bucky was just as fast as he approached you and drew his gun. You didn’t still even as he aimed the muzzle at you and stared down the barrel. 

“She’s fucking rabid,” Steve uttered, “Christ.”

“Do it, you fucking bastard!” You spat.

There were no thoughts, no fears, only pure rage as you stomped your feet and tried to wriggle free. You glared back at Bucky as the gun hung before him. He exhaled loudly and put it away.

“You gotta put a leash on that bitch,” Bucky said, “I told you it wasn’t going to be easy.”

“Darling,” Loki said as you yanked against his hold, “that’s enough. Surely you didn’t forget so quickly that yours is not the only life in the balance.”

You looked over at him and blinked. You unballed your hands and stilled. You were stiff as the anger tensed your entire body but you tamped it down with effort. The men slowly released you. You peered around as you seethed, the two women at the table watched you in shock but beneath, you saw intrigue.

You raised your hands in surrender and looked at Bucky. Your jaw locked but you forced the words out. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” he raised his brows as his own anger receded, “what was that?”

“I’m sorry,” you enunciated, “alright?”

He laughed and looked you up and down dramatically, “didn’t think you’d get this far,” he said to Loki, “she looks like a woman.”

It took everything you had not to try again. You backed away as Loki removed his jacket and you mirrored him. He pulled out a chair and pointed you down with sneer. He sat beside you and rolled his shoulders as he fixed his blazer.

“Apologies for our lateness, we did have to make a detour,” he said, “I promise, I will keep her in line for the rest of the night.”

Bucky poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth, “you better,” he grinned.

You looked to your lap and unbent your fingers as your nails dug into your palm. You peeked around and caught the eye of Bucky’s girl and for a moment you just stared back. She was pensive and tilted her head before she looked away. You might not be entirely alone.

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“I am unimpressed with that scene,” Loki hissed as Korg clung to your arm and angled you up the stairs ahead of them, “but I will give you a choice. Do I punish you or your brother?”

You reached the top and turned down the hallway. You entered the bedroom without resistance as the burly toady kept his grasp on you. You turned with him and watched Loki enter.

“I’m sorry, really. I deserve… punishment. Not him,” you said stiffly as you swallowed. The words were like bile in your throat.

“Oh, darling, that is the smartest thing I’ve heard you say,” he slithered, “Korg, get her clothes off.”

You blinked and looked up at Korg. He returned your gaze doubtfully and glanced back at Loki.

“Sir?” he asked.

“You heard me,” Loki said as he went over the chest of drawers and pulled the top one out, “get her naked and put her on the bed.”

“I can do it myself--”

“No, Korg, do as I say and hold her down,” he turned as he held some leather straps and you scrunched your nose as you tried to decipher all the crisscrossing.

“Sir, I--”

“You know I don’t like to repeat myself and I’ve already done so once,” he snapped, “so do it.”

Korg let you go and you bent quickly to undo your boots. He watched you take them off and you put your back to him, “the zipper,” you said quietly. He pushed it down and you held your arms straight as he tugged the sleeves past your wrists. He jerked you unintentionally as the dress gather at your waist and apologized.

You steeled yourself and stepped out of the fabric as it fell to your ankles. It felt like giving up but it was the only way. It was a means to an end. You bit down as Korg fumbled with your bra and stuttered. You reached back to help him and the cleared his throat.

“Hurry up, you fool,” Loki growled.

Korg hesitated as he pushed down your stockings one at a time and then slipped your panties off your hips. He stood and gripped your arm, lighter than before. You let him move you to the bed and Loki stopped him.

“Raise your foot, darling,” he bent and opened the leather straps. 

You obeyed and he nodded to the other. You lifted your other foot and put it back down. He pulled it up your legs and zipped the harness up to your waist. The leather straps wounded around your pelvis and thighs but offered no cover, just a strap along your cunt. 

“Put her arms back,” Loki demanded as he rose and came around you. He pointed behind you and your wrists were buckled into the cuffs attached to the thickest strap on the harness, your arms bound behind you. “Very good, now on the bed… face down.”

Korg gently guided you down and you wiggled onto the mattress. Loki dismissed him curtly and the door closed, marking a stolid silence. You kept your face away from Loki and tested the resistance of the harness. Even if you could get free, you wouldn’t get far.

“What is the matter, darling?” he taunted as you heard the rustle of fabric.

“You know, trying not to wretch at the thought of you touching me,” you snipped.

“Oh, is that what you think your punishment is?” he mused and the air was cut with the bite of leather before it lashed across your ass, “you’ll be begging for my touch when I’m through.”

You held your breath as he laid another strike and another and your body jostled on the bed with each. You knotted your fingers and every muscle in your body was rigid. You felt the welts rising on your skin but you focused on the pain. It kept you from crying, from thinking. It kept the humiliation from drowning you.

Was it worth it? Could you live with the shame when it was over?”

He stopped as you panted shallowly. He snickered and you heard him moving around again. He tutted and the mattress dipped as he pushed your legs apart. He pulled on the strap along your cunt and slid a smooth, slightly curved object between it and your skin. He tightened the buckle at the back of the harness so that the silicon was snug to your clit.

He poked his finger along it and it began to vibrate. You sucked in your breath as your body responded to the pulsing. He retreated off the bed and you pushed your legs together. That only made the sensation more intense and you tugged desperately at the cuffs as you rolled onto your side.

“It said about twelve hours battery if kept on low,” he said, “just enough to keep you awake but not enough to do much else.”

You bared your teeth as your eyes threatened to roll back and growled. Your feet arched as you bent your legs slightly and tied to shift the vibrator. You crushed your hands as you wiggled onto your back and dug your heels into the mattress.

“I am patient, darling, you’ve helped in that,” he taunted, “but oh, it is worth the wait to see you squirm.”

“Oh, you prick, why don’t you just… get it… over with?” your breaths caught as the toy buzzed against you.

“Where is the fun in that?” he ran his hand down your thigh and you flinched, “and you kept me waiting long enough. You will know the same pain.”

“I fucking hate you,” you sneered as you rocked back and forth and pushed your head back into the bed.

“I know,” he said gleefully, “it makes it all the better.”

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Have a Coffee

Chapter-3

Chapter-1 Chapter-2

So, people who like angst. There won't be much angst here. I hate it! There would be hurt/comfort at best. This is going to be a fluffy story. And if I get anything wrong in the airport scenes, it's because idk how they work. Never been to an airport.

"Flight 204, to New York, from Air France will leave soon. Passengers please board the plane. Flight 204....." The voice was heard from the speakers

"Queenie, it's our flight. Let's go." Marinette called Chloe, who was busy fighting with a person, because he didn't recognise her and it's 'ridiculous, utterly ridiculous'

"Hmph, you better keep up with the celebrities. I am the Chloe Bourgeois. The only daughter of Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. The person who has her own amazing business. The best friend of cocci-"

"Chlo!" Mari put her hand to prevent her from speaking more than necessary. "Our flight, let's go."

"Oh"

"Je suis désolée Monsieur." (I am sorry sir)

"C'est bon." (It's okay)

"Let's go Chloe."

"I can't wait to go to New York! It's gonna be sooo much fun! I am so excited" Adrien squealed heading towards his seat

"When are you not excited?" Kagami asked rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's behavior

"Don't put your cloudy shade over my sunlight." Adrien said dramatically, in response Kagami again rolled her eyes.

"If you think I am such a rain cloud, why are you dating me?"

"Because I love you, Duh!"

Kagami's face went as red as a tomato.

"Aww, you're blushing!"

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am not."

"Yes-"

"Guys as cute as you are, can we just please move." Luka said moving to his seat

"Sorry Lukes."

"Luka-bear, window seat is mine."

"I know Bee."

"Mari, you get the aisle seat. And Lu you'll have to sit in the middle." Chloe pointed to everyone's seat

"Yes Queenie!" Marinette saluted

"Perfect, now I will sleep for hours, I need my beauty sleep after all. If I will get dark circles it will be ridi-"

"RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS" All of them yelled

"Melody, your soul mark is in English, right. Maybe you'll find your soulmate here."

"Oooooh"

"Yeah, probably. My luck is not that good though."

"Don't lose hope yet Marinette, who knows maybe something good will happen."

"Maybe"

"The flight is ready to take off, passengers please wear their seatbelts. The flight is ready to…"

"I think we should get seated." Kagami took her seat "And Mars, don't worry, you will find your soulmate soon. It's destiny."

"You're right. It's destiny."

They all got seated, and Marinette was dying from lack of her coffee.

"I need my coooooffeeeee."

"No, sleep."

"Coffeeeee."

"Mel, for the last time, Sleeeeep!! Please."

"But I don't wanna. I have work-"

"That can wait. I am sure your clients will understand. And even if they won't I am sure you're ahead of your schedule." Marinette opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, it happened for a good three minutes before she gave in.

"......fine."

"Good"

"but you are working as my mannequin later."

"If it gets you to sleep."

"Why are you obsessed with making me sleep?"

"Because I care." Came his soft reply.

~After 5 hours~

"Marinette~ Where are you?~" A maniacal voice was heard

"Marinette! Answer me before I come there! Guess I will have to teach you another lesson!"

"Why don't you just die, you stupid piece of shit?" A punch

"Why are you even alive?" A kick

"You're nothing more than a waste of space." A push and marinette fell to the ground

"Nobody ever loved you, and nobody ever will! You don't even have a soulmate!" Marinette tried to say something, deny it, tell them that she had one, but she couldn't "And your "friends" they just hang out with you for pity!"

"I can't even believe I was friends with you!"

"You're nothing more than a jealous bully!"

She tried to do something, anything! But she wasn't able to, it was almost like she was bound by an invisible force.

"I hate you! I can't believe I was besties with you! You are just a liar and a bully!" Another kick, it didn't hurt. Not more than their betrayal.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Slut"

"Waste of time!"

She sat there, listening to them. All of their insults, she didn't care. Not anymore.

"Guess I will have to put an end to it all, huh? I feel sad, you were a good playtoy." Her da-, no Mr.Dupain said, and the knife came down, she was screaming but no sound came out

"Marinette!" Huh? She didn't die?

"Marinette!" Adrien, she recognized the voice

"Marinette!" Marinette woke up with a shock

"What happened?"

"You were screaming and thrashing in your sleep."

"Oh, I had a nightmare." Adrien wiped her tears, she'd been crying? She didn't know.

"Wanna talk about it?" No she didn't, it will make it all real. It would bring flashbacks and she would have a panic attack.

"Not really." It was good that Adrien respected her wishes and didn't push it. "How long till we reach?"

"Uh, it's been five hours, so I am guessing three hours more. You wanna eat something?"

"N-" Adrien cut her off

"You know what? You do want to. You will obviously deny it, but I am not gonna let you starve."

"Why are you all like this?"

"Like what? So caring and such good friends? You deserve it."

"I hate you, each one of you."

"Aww, you know you love us! You looove us"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Mari rolled her eyes. She knew she loved them, they knew she loved them. They all loved each other, platonically obviously. But, there was a part of her which always wondered if they hung out with her just because they pitied her. They wouldn't do that, right?

Would they?

Finally almost eight hours passed, she had eaten and now she was working on some new designs while her friends slept peacefully.

"There has been a technical issue, the flight would land right here, in Gotham. Passengers are required to please wear their seatbelts and not panic."

WHAT!? The flight had to make an abrupt stop at Gotham at all of places, the fucking CRIME CAPITAL!! Oh no, oh no, OH HELL NO! This is a disaster, this is a disaster, a disaster. Wasn't luck supposed to be on her side? Did the miraculous mean nothing?

She quickly wore her seatbelt and checked all of her friends' too before waking them up.

"Umm, guys, there has been a technical issue, the flight's gonna land now, so you may wanna wake up." It didn't work, the formal and polite option didn't work "GUYS WAKE UP! THE FLIGHT'S GONNA LAND RIGHT NOW IN GOTHAM!" That worked! It jolted awake all of them.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!!"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"In the fucking crime capital?!"

"Maybe it is destiny." Marinette gave Luka a weird look that said 'are you crazy or something?'

"Maybe you will find your soulmate here."

"Of fucking course. In the crime capital. Maybe my soulmate is a criminal too, huh?"

"Don't be such a pessimist Mari, there are good people too in Gotham."

"So any idea what we wanna do?" Marinette asked once they were out of the plane.

"Let's order a cab to New York?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Let me check the cabs… There's no cab available for where you wanna go….. " Blood drained from Adrien's face as he read that.

"So, we are forced to stay in Gotham?"

"Kinda"

"Well what should we do now?" Luka gained their attention

"Let's go shopping!!" Chloe, obviously, cheered "Before either of you deny, Kags, you need new clothes, no offense, but you really have a bad fashion sense. Luka-bae, I need you to carry my bags. Adri-kins, Kags need you. And Mari-bear, you have a good fashion choice." Luka and Adrien sighed, guess they have to carry their bags forever.

"I don't know Chlo, I really need some coffee and have to do some work. I guess I will go to a café instead." Marinette said sheepishly

"Hmm, if you say so." Marinette was genuinely surprised that she let her off the hook. Usually she would be dragged with them. "You can send us your location and we'll meet you there in two hours?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Okay, bye, don't have a overdose~"

"Bye queenie!"

"Now let's find a café with an internet connection and quiet environment." She quickly searched all the café near her, fortunately the nearest café was within walking distance.

She walked for ten minutes before she reached the café "coffee and joy" apparently this café has amazing coffee and the batfam, mostly Red Robin, always comes here. The atmosphere was good, not too crowded but enough for it to be good.

She walked inside, it was good. As soon as she walked in she was greeted by the fragrance of coffee. The circular tables had plants on the side, couples were talking and chattering. There were families enjoying themselves, and a person who was typing away on his computer, huh, he almost looks dead. Well, who was she to judge, she was sure she looked the same while she was working.

She went to order. The workers there were happy and cheery. Weird, this is Gotham. Aren't people supposed to be gloomy and annoyed here? Well, Paris, the supposedly city of love, the people there are--the ones she knows the rest she is sure are good--are evil. She is not even exaggerating.

"Hi! How can I help you today?" The worker, she learnt the name was Sam, asked her.

"Hey can I get a black coffee with…..eight espresso shots? thank you!" The worker looked shocked, obviously anyone would be shocked if someone ordered this much caffeine. She muttered something that she couldn't quite make out but it sounded like 'there's three of them' . What did she mean by three of them? Eh, whatever.

"What name should I write on the cup?"

"Marinette." Marinette, the only reminder of her fam- the people she lived with. The name that was given to her by her grandma that she loves dearly. At Least her grandparents are good people.

"Okay, why don't you wait and I will call you?"

"Sure" She went to the table in the corner. So she would not grab any attention but will be able to go to the counter easily when called.

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Tim was having a sucky day. Firstly, he was almost late to the meeting because Bruce thought it was good to let him sleep in. Fuck you Bruce! I don't need to sleep. Then Alfred banned coffee. Why? Because apparently he had a little too much coffee. Thirdly, his brothers were still obsessed with making him sleep, he already slept last night!

"Ughhh" Tim groaned, luckily his favourite café was just around the corner. He would go and grab some coffee there and work in peace.

Upon entering the café he was greeted by the sweet fragrance of coffee. Oh, how much he loved it. If he didn't find his soulmate he would marry coffee. Bruce wouldn't have a problem, right?

"Hey Sam!" Tim greeted the always cheerful barista

"Hey Mr. Drake. Your usual?"

"Yep."

"It will be ready soon!"

Thanking her Tim made his way to his usual table and took out his laptop to go over the meeting details. After a minute or so grabbing his coffee and feeling alive again Tim started working on the documents. He was so lost in his world that he didn't realise someone coming in. Only when her name was called did he realise that.

Out of curiosity, Tim looked at her, and what he saw was something he would remember forever. That woman was beautiful. He knew that it was wrong, he knew that he had a soulmate, he knew he should wait for them wherever they are, but he also knew that he felt a connection with her, he also knew that he had to take his chance. So that's what he'll do.

Waiting for a while to gather some courage and thinking about what to say. He started to make his way to her. Only to be stopped by her sad expression, she was angry, mostly sad looking at her laptop. Huh, looks like she's not having a great day. He decided that he will go to her with coffee, after all what was something that coffee couldn't solve. He ordered two coffees for them, he knew that her order was the same as his.

He took a deep breath and made his way across the café to her and offered her the beverage in his hand. "Having a rough day?"

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Marinette was relieved that she got her coffee. She hasn't had any since morning. Why does the world have to be sooo unfair to her!? Opening her laptop she found some new commissions…..and some emails from her old class. Can they just suck it and move on? How childish can anyone be.

She knows that she shouldn't be but she was sad looking at it. She was just about to delete them when a voice startled her.

"Having a rough day? Have a coffee, It will make it better." Marinette being Marinette jumped at the voice.

"Ahh! You scared me! Wait a second….. You are my soulmate! Thanks for the coffee by the way." As soon as their hands touched there was a golden glow around them, a welcoming glow.

"Hey, soulmate. I am Timothy Drake-Wayne please call me Tim."

"Hey Tim, I am Marinette. Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Marinette." Tim kissed her knuckles to which she responded by blushing.

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