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therestofmyfandoms · 1 year ago

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turnabout succession thoughts

parts 1 2 and 3

this ones gonna be a lil different, ill be adding thoughts as I play, then do a summary at the end. ill probably do this one under a read more

edit: i've finished, and yeah, glad i put it under a read more. just a massive block of bullet points under there, so i'll do my summary up here instead. full breakdown is under the cut. spoilers ahead!

apollo: loved his whole thing here. glad he still got to do the final blows to kristoph. phoenix did take over a lot, but i'm glad apollo was still there, yknow. also his bracelet! i know some people are probably like "great magic bracelet" and tbh the "power" is a little stupid, but i like that the bracelet technically has nothing to do with it? it's just something that tightens perfectly to your skin, and it feels like it gets "tighter" because you get more tense. fascinating

phoenix: mans is so mysterious. why do you not explain anything to anyone. please please please fucking tell your daughter she has a brother wtf. i get things are on a need-to-know basis with you but like. come on. that seems pretty need-to-know. also his fuckin hat camera thing!! oh my god!! man has been recording shit (presumably) this whold fucking time!!! what the fuck!!!!!!

trucy: never change queen i love you. been bossing people around since day fuckin one and no one can stop you. queen shit

klavier: this man. has been through. so fucking much. how are you still standing. how have you not collapsed under the anger and the grief and the stress youve been under?? baby boy please take a rest. please see a therapist. please im begging you

kristoph: what an evil man, but tbh? im still a little confused on his motive. why did he want to be so famous? why did he decide to kill so many people. why. mans a fuckin insane serial killer and yet. he still trusted his brother. maybe because klavier would've been harder to get rid of. the mishams, whatever, they're reclusive painters, no one would've noticed if they up and disappeared (technically). but klavier? man

conclusions: i love this game and i love apollo justice. thank you.

i called it i knew valant was gonna come back. yet he's only technically tangentially related to this case. suspicious......

vera. pretty..............

WHY does drew misham have that hair. fuckin mad scientist lookin ass

the fuckin. layer thing?? the minigame x-ray thing?? honestly super fun i want to do more

why did misham draw our cases???? how did he get this images when he has barely left his house at all?? im ngl i genuinely got a shiver down my spine when that got revealed like wtf. i felt like i was being watched

also didnt mention earlier but like. the envelope that nick gave trucy? fuckin. chekov's gun. deus ex machina. "this is a surprise tool that will help us later"-looking ass. thats so suspicious phoenix what the fuck

I HATE THIS STUPID BRUSHEL GUY I HATE HIS FACE WHY IS HE LIKE THIS

and hes gonna be a fuckin witness because of course he is goddamn it

and the trial's starting i do not feel prepared but what else is new

goddamn brushel. why do i have to look at him sweating. i hate this

klavier?? just fuckin flirting with apollo?? and my man just goes "anyways heres the point i was making" like my boy. my man please he wants your attention so bad hes so desperate

apollo goes "what if drew was a fake himself" and i suddenly caught on to his train of thought and felt like i slipped into the matrix. for a moment i felt so incredibly smart

"the... de.. vil...." vera please. did you just call kristoph the devil??

aaaaand of course this ties back to the case 7 years ago of course it does. phoenix "haunting the narrative" wright motherfucker. man please i just to play as apollo why are you bringing phoenix back into this

BABY KLAVIER THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT BABY KLAVIER

baby boy why are you wearing shades i cant see your pretty eyes.... baby your hair is so short why..... so young so pretty

oh right and phoenix and gumshoe are here. but klavier......

also calling it now valant is gonna be the second witness

in the meantime. did zak (shadi) actually do it???? did valant do it?? is perhaps my dislike of valant coloring my perception of the case?? so many questions so little time

fuckin called it there he is twirling his stupid baton. man idk what it is but i hate this guy so much

maybe he reminds me of max galactica. maybe i just have ptsd from the big top case. not sure

man also had a letter. but for a later time. hmm...

also where does the girl fit into this. isnt troupe gramarye a 3 person show? is the girl just. eye candy or somethin? did she also get a letter? or was she fully excluded from this whole thing?

speaking of girls theres a lot of guys in this courtroom. i miss maya. where's my favorite small medium at large?

klavier i love you PLEASE shut up about your music. no one cares

oh god oh no not the magician's grand prix please no

""ace attorney" Phoenix Wright" he did he said the line

"theres no proof he didnt do it, either" FUCKING THANK YOU. how long have we gone... with perfectly good explantions and reasonings, only for the prosecution to be like "yeah but i dont think they did therefore youre wrong" shyagzjfhsjks

fuck i know this evidence is forged but like. phoenix doesn't?? also is just the page fake?? is the whole book fake?? and klavier knows, right? didnt kristoph tell him that phoenix made-up evidence? though i got it from trucy, who got it from a mysterious man in the hallway. what the fuck is going on

god its such an obvious trap but theres literally nothing else i can do. it fits too well goddamn it

oh fuck and klavier's trying to warn me. god fuckin...

wait wait wait hold on. so we knew misham was a forger. we've known for years. it was brought up in court, in front of a judge. and they didnt arrest him???????? my only thought is that maybe they decided to "overlook" this crime in exchange for him cooperation but like. why

aha and im already seeing inconsistencies. misham is obviously covering for his client, he "never met them". vera, on the other hand, claims she met them face to face. a clear discrepancy, and now klavier's earlier (later?) freakout makes much more sense. hes been under the impression that phoenix is a liar and a cheat this whole time. obviously, he has no idea his brother's involvement in this whole this (tbf im still not clear on the details myself but dramatic irony at its finest)

MAN FUCKIN JUST DISAPPEARS ON THE WITNESS STAND. MY MAN YOU HAVE A CHILD WHERE ARE YOU GOING

OH MY GOD THE MAGATAMA??? ITS BACK????

just as a little aside as i embark on the mason system: looking at the court record, i see that kristoph and apollo have been added. both of them have (what i presume to be) their "present" descriptions, but their "past" ages. so apollo says "a greenhorn defense attorney. i call him apollo" and his age is 15. like first off. you did not meet apollo at 15 i call bullshit. plus kid is not a defense attorney he is in HIGH SCHOOL

anyway the kristoph one is funnier because it says he's 25 but "incarcerated for the murder of shadi smith" which has not happened yet. they dont even know shadi yet (well they do but. you get my point). okay aside over back to the game

awww its officer meekins. ill be honest i really was not expecting to run into him of all people

baby truce is the same as ever i see. she has immediately taken over phoenix's life and honestly? good for her

"i just dont know much about anything other than law" yeah thats what happens when you drop out of art school to save your crush from 2nd grade, phoenix. you end up knowing nothing

god fuckin. trucys mother. the woman in troupe gramarye. lamiroir. fuuuuuck

BABY VERA. SHES SO CUTE

WAIT WAIT WAIT BRUSHEL WAS THERE???? BRUSHEL WAS AT THE BOWL CLUB?????????

why does kristoph have a full study for a cell. what is this. what kinda rich asshole bullshit

black psyche-locks??? what does this mean...

okay wait im just now doing valant's locks. did they fucking shoot thalassa??? is that what happened to her??????? oh my god poor lamiroir....

no wait wait wait apollo has the same thing as trucy yeah but youre not implying what i think youre implying are you game?????? trucy and apollo?? are actually related???? nah nah nah say it aint so. i thought those were fuckin. headcanons. not. not actually....

ah so magnifi killed himself. okay. sure

WAIT WAIT WAIT HAS PHOENIX BEEN RECORDING THE WHOLE TIME??? WITH HIS LITTLE BUTTON??? OH MY GOD???

"mr. wright told me everything that's been happening" did he mention you have a sister. did he mention you and trucy are related. did he fucking mention that

god klavier... youre helping me against your brother.... man what this man must be going through.... your brother is a murderer yet you still help to make sure the truth comes to light instead of covering for him... fuuuuck

"i have to pull that darkness out of him" GOD FUCKIN-- apollo is trying to save klavier and klavier is trying so hard to help apollo even through all this emotional shit jesus fucking christ im going FERAL

okay so even though kristoph is a fuckin murderer and does not care about anyone... he still cares about his brother. he killed literally everybody else who knew about the forging (or tried to), he covered all of his bases..... except for klavier. did he just never expect klavier to betray him? did he trust klavier? if youre killing everyone else, why not your brother?

GAHDGSYDUJD

LAMIROIR??? SHES A JURIST???? HUHHHH???

ohhh fuuuckkk and the reveal of the other bracelet omggg

if you didnt piece it together by this point that would be a HELL of a reveal

i love vera im glad shes alive

question. for the straight people out there. is vera supposed to be apollo's love interest? like i know he was a lil blushy around her or whatever but like. is that just typical ace attorney stuff or are they trying to insinuate stuff.

i mean obviously klapollo is superior regardless but like. is that the intention

trucy dear we dont need to find you a mommy we just need to figure out where your other daddy is. probably in germany somewhere

PHOENIX YOU HAVENT TOLD THEM THEYRE RELATED WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

and thats the end! lets go me

and as an aside for those who read through to the bottom of this: i'll be playing duel destinies next, and ill probably be writing my notes as i play again. my question to you is this: would you prefer this play-by-play again? or simply the post-case breakdown like my first posts were? thanks!

#apollo justice spoilers #ace attorney: apollo justice #aa:aj #m plays games #apollo justice #phoenix wright #klavier gavin #turnabout succession #.#i did genuinely enjoy this game #im glad i finally played it! and despite being spoiled for several things im still glad i actually experienced it #plus i did get surprised by several things too #ace attorney is fun! apollo justice is fun!!! play the games!!!!

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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hiii could you do one of tom asking your dad to marry you?? thankuuuuu

okay so I don't believe in boys having to ask the dads, because we are strong independent QUEENS and no man owns me ever, but I hope this is still okay <33

not proof read and written super quick so sorry!

summary: Tom's terrified to ask your dad a very particular question question

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“Mr Y/l/n” Tom called your dads attention from the dishwasher he was loading up. The holidays spent at your parents meant a lot of good things- but mainly food. So much so the dishwasher was almost continually on, just so you didn’t run out of crockery.

“Its Y/d/n Tom, we’ve been through this.” He was joking but with your Dad - Tom could never really tell. At heart your dad was an absolute softie, except no one really saw that except your mum and you. Always a daddies girl, Tom knew how much your dad had meant to you. He had guessed before he’d met you parents , that he would be protective.

And that he was, never frontally rude or cruel. It was more subtle - though to Tom it was very damn clear, he had his doubts. As a people pleaser, Tom didn’t like the fact he didn’t like him. Time and time again, he’d tried to prove just how much you meant to him and yet it seemed to fall on deaf ears. So three years down the line, it was safe to say he was bloody terrified. Heart-in-mouth sort of event. Tom did a lot of ‘terrifying things’: talking to massive studio heads; going on stage with thousands of people screaming; jumping out a plane even.

But no, a single conversation with your dad had his adrenaline going like nobodies business. Asking to marry you.

“You going to just stand their gawking? I hope the moviestar doesn’t make my Y/n do all the housework?”

“No sir I-of course I don’t” Stammering his way through with wide eyes, Tom practically leapt across the kitchen to the opposite side of the dishwasher to your dad. Secretly your Dad was chuckling away to himself, taking absolute delight in how terrified the ‘movie star’ was of him, but managed to keep a steely outershell. In silence, the two uunloaded the dishwasher, Tom desperately racking his brains for conversation starters.

This is what he did for a living, learnt the speech he’d spent hours preparing, then retell it. Why then, was Tom having such an issue with the script he’d arguable practiced the most? Deciding he needed a buffer, Tom went to the safe space of small talk.

“So how was the pub? Y/n said you were meeting some old friends?”

“Watched the match, bloody awful game and Wilks was crap, I don’t know why he even started.” Now this football talk was something Tom felt safe in. He had learnt as much as he could about your dads team - just so there was some mutual conversation.

“Yeh tell me about it, I caught the last half. Though the ref made so bad decisions too, that penalty never really was VAR or not.”

“Thats the most respectable thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

The next couple of minutes were spent with both men raving fanatically, letting all their anger out on the pretty subpar game this afternoon. In fact, Tom swore your dad actually laughed along with him at one point. Admittedly he’d caught himself almost immediately- but for two seconds, he had cracked it.

With the last mug placed in the cabinet, Tom was quite frankly shocked at what your dad said next. He had presumed that since it was late and everyone else was in bed, Y/d/n wouldn’t want quality time with his daughters boyfriend.

“You fancy a nightcap son?”

He’d never called Tom that either. Frankly, you dad preferred the nickname ‘moviestar’ because he knew it infuriated Tom. Made the tips of his ears flush bright red, that was Toms tell - one that your dad had noticed too early on.

Jerkily Tom nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he followed the elder man to the sitting room - where he kept the scotch glasses and bottle. No sooner had the drinks been poured, that Tom practically exploded with his thoughts.

“Mr Y/l/n-sorry I mean Y/d/n I-I um I needed to ask you something.” All he got was a long sigh and a nod, encouraging him to continue. “I-uhm….”Tom scoffed, clearing his throat because all of a sudden it felt like he hadnt had a drink in 10 hours, mouth completely dry.

“Well first off-and all respect. I know I don’t have to ask you. Y/n is the most independent and strong woman and we aren’t living in the 1950s. But, well but she loves you alot.” Tom stressed that last point especially, looking up to your dads poker face. It put him off for moment.

It was just how grumpy he looked, it was bloody terrifying. Taking a big gulp of the malty liquid, Tom steeled himself once again. “ And she respects you, your opinion always matters and I’d never come between that. And Y/n, she likes her traditions right? Like the stupid hat game you all play at Christmas dinner which makes no sense to me? Or the puzzle that you don’t start till everyone’s pretty drunk and tired at 3 o’clock in the morning on christmas? So that is… uhm thats why I’m asking you.”

Again all Tom was met with was a stern gaze, once again taking another generous sip of the scotch.

“Look I know you have your doubts about me- “ That got a response, a snort of agreement from your dad as if saying ‘you think’.

“But-but I really love your daughter. She’s my whole world and I can’t imagine being without her. And I know my lifestyle probably doesn’t fit with how you imagined your daughter to have. I mean-I’m not always at home and I’m away for months but- but…. look.” Tom sighed, shifting awkwardly on the sofa to directly face your dads armchair. “When I’m homesick and tired and grouchy from filming and I get back to the hotel I facetime Y/n. Everyday. And just seeing her smile, you-you know, the really soft small one that makes her dimples pop out? One look at that smile and everythings fine. Because all I’m thinking about is seeing that smile for the rest of my life. When she finds out she’s pregnant with our kid, when we’re taking them to college. I mean even when we’re 80 and probably sick of each other- she’ll still have that little smile that puts me into this sort of stupor. I just- I love her. And I’d do anything for her, I always will, I promise you that. So-so” With a shaky breath, Tom delivered his hitline.

“This is me just letting you know that I’m going to ask her to marry me and- I really hope she says yes.”

Tom was almost out of breath, and the breath he did have was shaky, looking up desperately at the older man across from him. He watched with wide eyes as your Dad placed his glass back on the drinks table with a clink, before leaning forward and standing up from the chair. He groaned slitghtly at the movement (his knees werent what they used to be) and took the two steps forward to be stood right infront of Tom’s seat. In that moment, Tom honestly thought he was getting a punch to the jaw at the very least. Afterall, he had just pretty much demanded that he were to propose to you.

As he braced for impact, tensing all his muscles, instead what he felt was a light pat to his right shoulder. Tom trailed his eyes up your dads figure to see what he thought was a gentle smile on his face too. Though he hadn’t ever seen your Dad smile at him before, so couldn’t say for certainty.

“You’re a good kid Tom, and you make Y/n very happy. Just pull yourself together when you ask her alright son? Didn’t think moviestars got stage fright.” And with that, your dad turned his back, heading toward the doorway that lead to the stairs to the bedrooms. Stunned, it took a moment or two before Tom processed - long enough that he had to leap up and call your dads name to get him to halt in the hallway.

“So is that a yes? You’re giving me permssion?”

“Oh Tom….” Your dad sighed in the lowlight of the hallway, in a more muted voice - now they were closer to the bedrooms where both you and your mum were sleeping peacefully. “ You already said, Y/n is strong and fiercely independent. I don’t control her, heck I don’t think she’s ever listened to me and never will. But…. for the record, I hope she says yes too and… I know she will.”

Scoffing in excitement, Tom combed a hand through his scalp, feeling such a wave of relief it was almost indescribable as your dad turned and trudged up the stairs. Once he heard the door of your parents bedroom close, he couldn’t help himself. He ran back into the kitchen, where he preceded to do an excited jumpy dance thing.

Because it meant a lot. To have your dads approval, to have your dads support. That meant the world. Not only for the sake of proposing but also, everything Tom said was true. He wanted to build a family with you - which meant that man was going to be the grandparents to your kids one day. That man had helped to craft you into the person you were today - his ‘person’. His perfect angelic, sweet woman.

Whenever he felt this excited, this happy, this elated - theres only one person he wants to be with. So, after turning all the lights off and checking the doors were locked (with a very obvious spring in his step) he then hopped up the stairs. Tiptoeing around, he got ready for bed in no time, before getting to the highlight of each evening.

Delicately he crawled into bed, sliding under the covers, so as to not disturb you. Naturally though, feeling the bed dip made you turnover- hooking your legs round his and resting your head on his chest. Tom chuckled quietly at your cuteness, stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb. It was enough to rouse you awake, enough to make you acutely aware of the thundering sound from his chest. With tired eyes, you propped your chin on his breastbone looking up at him with concern.

“You alright T? Hearts really racing.” He only replied with this loopy lovesick grin, his right hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Go back to sleep darling, I’m okay.” He did look okay, but he was almost too smiley and even with a foggy sleepy brain, you were still suspicious.

“Whats going on, you’re being weird?”

“Nothing…. your dad and me just had a chat… He called me son.” That shocked you too - clearly the conversation you’d had with him about being nicer to Tom had rubbed off.

“He did?”

“He did…. you are beautiful you know?” Now he was definitely being weird. You furrowed your eyebrows, as if trying to read his mind because something odd was going on in there.

“Now you’re just being creepy. What’s up?”

Tom just leant forward to kiss your forehead, then pulled you down onto his chest.

“I just love your family and I love you, you know that?”

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Because my parents are literally in the next room.”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland angst

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starscompanion · 3 years ago

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thoughts on euphoria season 2 because i’m a month behind and have no life (inspired by @lilisouless and encouraged by @jadentheflowerboy)

EUPHORIA SPOILERS BTW

Episode one was actually like. quite good. i enjoyed it a lot, the vibes were on point, Maddy SLAYED, McKay still existed. It jumped right into the new plot line for the season. and “it’s a new year, playboy” is still to this day extremely iconic. If i'm being honest I didn't pay attention much to episode two and three so I'm not gonna pretend I have a valid opinion on them.

Maddy this season absolutely ate I will not be taking criticism. The writers this season had three collective brain cells, and one of them was on Maddy Perez. Not much to say here, just keep ur head up queen.

I do have complaints on Kat (big surprise). I just thought her s1 story line was actually really fucking good, and I didn't like that they completely abandoned that. And she and Maddy are best friends again-- I was surprised there was no follow-up on the "I miss the old Kat, the one who had a sense of humor and wasn't a fucking cunt" conversation. They were just suddenly besties again, and Kat had zero background of the past few months. Also having her gaslight Ethan after ignoring them both completely was just... not great.

(side note-- mad props to Ethan for being the one to absolutely destroy Nate Jacobs)

This being said I do get that they didn't want the show to be doing too much at once. But we could have kept the format from season 1 where each episode sort of focuses on one person--we had that in the first episode with Fez, and a bit in the second with Nate but idk what happened after that.

And as for Cassie- wow. There's a lot. I didn't watch the episodes immediately when they came out (mostly, it's complicated) I just caught up through Instagram edits, which is probably the clearest way to get the Euphoria plot if i'm being honest. I just watched her hit a new rock bottom each Sunday, and it was no different when I actually watched the episodes. Stealing this take from Lili, but it was like giving the audience someone to root against. I hope she get's a redemption arc in the next season, because among the three antagonists of this season, she is the ONLY character who deserves one.

I'm just gonna say that the Rue storyline had brain cell #2 this season. It was in character, it fit with the story, and it gave my best girl a happy ending with an overlooming cliffhanger, which is the best way to end a continuing series season. For a lot of the characters, there's not much left for them to rly do next season (cough cough Jules and Kat) but it left room open for Rue's story to continue. obviously its gonna be a painful ride, but thats part of the deal.

I don't have much to say on Jules and Elliott because if i'm being honest i didn't pay much attention to them lmao, but lemme just say: I can't lie, Elliot's song was a vibe. But it was too long I'M SORRY IT JUST HAD SO MANY PLACES WHERE IT COULD HAVE ENDED AND IT JUST KEPT GOING I-

and ofc Lexi, the queen herself. Absolutely owned the season with her play, and with her relationships with Fez and Rue. she's not perfect--but she's incredible. no complaints here. she's my pfp.

And the finale-- Okay I watched the finale several weeks after it came out, and I thought I knew everything that was going to happen. but it still had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, so great job. I said there were three collective brain cells, and one of them was with Rue and one was with Maddy? The last one was on this episode.

anyways, i'm so sorry for putting this on your dashboards.

if you're still reading, hi! i didn't think anyone would scroll down this far! i love you! i'm gonna go back to reblogging memes and simping for fictional characters now

#wow i'm so sorry guys #did not think it would be this long #euphoria #cw euphoria spoilers #euphoria spoilers #euphoria finale #euphoria season 2 #maddy perez #rue bennet #jules vaughn #lexi howard #cassie howard #nate jacobs #piper rambles #me.txt

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bumblebaubles · 3 years ago

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marvel series rankings (so far)

falcon& the winter soldier: sigh, ok. me, as a black person in america, i feel as if i was obligated to like it. The social commentary was a bit too on the nose for me. (since its a franchise like marvel i can get how they probably didnt want too too much ambiguity for these issues because they could do serious damage if they didnt draw clear boundaries for what they do/dont support) But,additionally, i dont think i cared about the characters enough before hand to really get into this series. Bucky is super popular on here, but he never really caught my attention. falcon was cool, i liked seeing more of him, but i dont think much about him either. to his credit, he is one of the more sympathetic, likeable characters, most of the reason i even got as far as i did into the show was because of him. but another thing that led me to tune out was the stakes of the show. The stakes weren’t all that high, or as high as they used to be in marvel. and i mean i get it, theres only so many times the world can end or a place can be threatened before no one really cares. but because of the relatively low stakes, it was mostly carried by the characters, which as a i previously mentioned, i did not care deeply about before. around the time the walmart captain america went awol and started fighting the doramilage i tuned out. maybe i’ll try and finish it sometime

hawkeye: hawkeye was cute. i thoroughly enjoyed the dynamic between our main characters. it was a spiderman type of wholesome. disgruntled vet, starry eyed newcomer. teamwork. family. shennanigans. there were a few things the show did cleverly i appreciated. in the first minute of dialogue its established that kate bishop is rich but not spoiled.”dont forget about the charity gala””oh god you know those galas are stupid” “i know helping the community is so bad” “you know thats not what i meant” or whatever. she excelled at a lot of sports, is a carefree spirit and not very responsible.hell, she breaks a monument on a dare. yet, throughout the show, she starts to mature without losing her optimism. she’s put under pressure and she doesn’t break. hawkeye has a pretty good arc too, learning to forgive himself, trying to move on. i dug it.

wandavision: i know, i know, blasphemous. but i didnt really care about wanda before the show started im sorrryyyyy. The show made me care more about her by the end though, it was a really good show. apparently there were some fanservice moments i missed, like since i didnt finish agents of shield i didnt get any satisfaction from seeing those characters, had no idea who they were. While i thought monica was a good antithesis to wanda i think her superhero arc was rushed. The mystery element of the show??? phenomenal??? the plot twists?? exceptional???i think i enjoyed the buildup more than the finale. by the time vision had that talk with the other vision, and wanda started trauma dumping I thought it was pretty cool, just shortlived. the joy is in the journey, not the destination

moon knight: moon knight slayed i cannot front. i really loved their depiction of tarwett ( i’ll figure out if i spelled queen’s name right). they did a good job of setting up marc and steven. one user pointed out how by getting viewers to sympathize with steven first he wont be seen as the alter that gets in the way of marks hero work, he wont be seen as dispensable. which yes, he did break my heart on multiple occasions marvel is paying for my therapy. but marc, marc was also bringing a lot to the table. not gonna lie, i felt like layla was a bit rushed in at first but I started vibing with her when her father was brought up. The brief few times he was mentioned i really did sense how much he meant to her. I already mentioned tarwett but tarwett is a queen i stan. konshu is a asshole and i did have a like/dislike relationship with her character. he was so manipulative and selfish to marc, but in a way i appreciate how it was steven, the sweetone, the earned his respect. even though his respect doesnt really mean much like hes still hella shady. the end, once again, i liked it. i didnt love it. i just thought it was good. but the next one, this next one left me wanting more

LOKI: now loki.... loki.... loki is that bitch. point blank. argue with a wall, a lamp, a rug idc. the premise was already so cool. and even though i didnt care about loki as a character before this show, the circumstances and situations he was put in made him compelling to watch. he was a character that had to hear about how he lost everything, and became a better person, without ever experiencing it. he had nothing left for him ,no purpose, no family, no life ti escape back to. but the bonds he made with sylvie and morbius worked in a organic way to help loki realise his worth or his ‘purpose’ and i actually really dug the finale. it had me STRESSED let me tell you. This show was really well done honestly. seething and fiending for season 2

#loki #moon knight #wandavision #hawkeye #fatws

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gale-gentlepenguin · 5 years ago

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ML AU: In Another Life: Miracle Queen

(Loveater)

-Queen bee transforms into miracle queen because of the akuma.

-Hawkmoth smiled as he watched the heroes look in horror.

-”Miracle Queen, use your power and get Paris under your power.”

-Miracle queen nodded as she summoned her swarm.

-Ladybug and Chat noir fled and avoided the bees by jumping into the water with the Aqua powerful. The two made their way into the sewers and escaped the swarm.

-Fu was relaxing in the hiding spot at the park when he heard the sound of insects. His instincts kicked in and asked Wayzz to transform him. He created a barrier around himself and the miraculous.

-The bee swarm overtook Paris.

-Hawkmoth told Miracle Queen to call forth everyone who has ever used a miraculous. (believing that the guardian would have done so at one point.)

-This gets Nino, alya, kagami, Luka, Kim, and Max like in canon. Miracle Queen makes her commentary, but Hawkmoth notices that the guardian is not among them. Knowing that the guardian is an old man, and couldnt be a teenager.

-”The guardian must be out there!”

-”Ill have all of Paris searching for him”

-Hawkmoth calls back Mayura to come and assist

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-Ladybug and Chat noir realized they were both on borrowed time since they only had a few minutes until their transformations wore off, But going to the surface was a risk because of the bees.

- Ladybug didnt have any of the other miraculous on her and felt trapped. But Fu contacted her while in his bubble.

-”Ladybug, are you and Chat noir alright?”

-”Yes master, but we are sort of trapped underwater.”

-”Ill meet you both in the sewer.”

-Sure enough, Fu made his way to them and created a bubble so the two could safely emerge from the water without worry.

-”Chat noir turn around, we cant know eachother’s identities.”

-Chat noir said nothing, but complied. A bit of guilt about knowing butting its ugly head.

-They feed their kwami while looking away from the other. Fu is a bit sus of chat noir but says nothing. He is also under stress.

-Fu reveals that he snagged the miracle box and that Ladybug can prepare with the stuff inside.

-Ladybug hands Chat noir the snake miraculous and she takes the dragon.

-”In case I get stung, you will need to have a back up.”

-Chat noir ignores the brief bit of snake pain in a flashback. He can do it this time.

-”Ill go a different way. You focus on the akuma.”

- They thank Fu and rush back down to go fight Miracle Queen and Hawkmoth.

-Dragonbug and Snake Noir arrive and find that Mayura has summoned a unique sentimonster called Miracumaker. Which turned the teens that had touched the miraculous into the hero versions of themselves. So Rena Rouge, Carapace, Viperion, Ryuuko, King Monkey, and Pegasus. But they have strings on their backs that when its cut, will turn them back to how they were before.

-Mayura, Hawkmoth and Miracle Queen are waiting outside the big bubble arena Dragonbug created. Mayura was clearly looking worse for wear by creating the sentimonster.

-Hawkmoth is prepared to enter the fray, when Fu calls his attention.

-”You’re looking for me?” Fu calls out. Knowing that the villain was indeed looking for him

- Hawkmoth turns his attention to Fu. His eyes narrow.

-”You have made a grave mistake showing yourself.”

-”My mistake was not showing up to fight you sooner.”

-Cue the two charging at eachother.

-The team work of Ladybug and Chat noir allowed them to fight the six controlled heroes, taking out Viperion and Ryuuko first. Exploiting the lack of coordination on the enemies part.

-Mayura tries to move to help Hawkmoth but coughs loudly. Fu notices.

-”Wait, that miraculous she is using... its damaged. The amount of strain that is being placed on her is...”

-”Worry about yourself old man! Hand over the miraculous and reveal to me your secrets!”

-Fu avoiding Hawkmoth’s strikes, through his barrier, frustrating the Villain.

-Snake noir got King monkey’s toy to hit Miracle queen, allowing them to break the hold of the bees and de-akumatize her

-Hawkmoth was furious, and stopped attacking Fu and charged at Ladybug (who had de-unified from Dragon bug). He had caught the heroine off guard and was about to snag her earrings,

-”You think you won. But I WILL take your miraculous!”

-but a shield came and Captain america’d the villain causing him to let go. Jade turtle had Found his moment to strike. He then proceeded to trip up the villain.

-Ladybug calls her lucky charm, It was the same as in the canon episode.

- Mayura noticed that the control over the heroes was gone due to miracle queen’s de-akumatization. She insisted that they leave. They were outnumbered and the plan had gone south. Her health clearly failing.

-Hawkmoth growled and roared that this wasnt over. He knows her allies faces, and He will get the miraculous.

-He and Mayura managed to escape and the sentimonster vanishes. The day is saved.

-Ladybug and Chat noir approach Queen bee. Queen bee apologizes for not listening to them, she hands over the bee miraculous willingly (since this time she wasnt willingly accepting of the akuma)

-Ladybug tells her that she understands and that she doesnt need the bee miraculous to be a hero. But the statement she said before still holds merit. That it is dangerous for her, along with anyone else today to hold a miraculous.

-Chloé is still depressed about it. But she at least knows she isnt being put down for personal reasons. She walks away still sad, but not hating ladybug, she gets it.

-The other teens were confused on what happened, but then head back to where they were. Thanking Ladybug and Chat noir.

-Ladybug wonders what the key is.

-Fu explains that he knows what it means, and she can use it to fix things

-Ladybug uses her lucky charm to fix all the damage.

-Fu seems happy, since the feeling of foreboding and worry he had seemed to pass. He had the impression that he would lose himself because of the events of today. He tells Ladybug that she made the right choice and that she is pretty much ready to be a full fledged guardian...

-Ladybug pleads that she doesn’t want the role yet.

-Fu Laughs. “Dont worry, I still have a lot to teach you and I dont plan on going anywhere.”

-Fu compliments chat noir and says that he is the perfect partner for Ladybug.

-Chat noir thanks Fu. He still feels a twinge of guilt.

-”Perhaps one day, you both can fully know who the other is.”

-Chat noir prays its soon.

-Ladybug offers to help Fu get home. He did expend a lot of energy today.

-”Thank you ladybug.”

-Ladybug wishes Chat noir well and that she needs to go. He smiles and lets her go. He knows he will see his girlfriend later.

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-Now safe and detransformed.

-Fu does explains that one day, he will pass on the guardian status to Ladybug and he will forget everything because of it.

-Ladybug comments that it sounds awful.

-”Would be terrible if you had to do that earlier and we just find out about it after you did it.”

-”That it would, that it would. Thank goodness it wasnt and probably will never be necessary. Besides, I have other things to teach you, like how to fix a miraculous. Hawkmoth’s Partner is on borrowed time if she continues using that miraculous.”

-”You can share with me all of that another time, how about you rest.”

-Fu smiles at her.

-”I will, thank you Marinette.”

-Marinette leaves and gets a text from Adrien. He had called all of their friends for some ice cream, since their plans got derailed.

-Marinette is happy about it and eagerly goes to meet up with everyone.

-Marinette his sharing ice cream with her boyfriend.

-The sitting order is different. Luka is sitting with Kagami.

-Luka can tell that Kagami is feeling the same way he is. Sad yet happy for them.

-”You know i had written this song about... but it might never be for her now.”

-”I wouldnt mind hearing it. Whats the point of holding it in.”

-Luka chuckles, kind of amused at the comment.

-Luka plays the song that he wrote for the girl who was happy with another guy. It was a not sad or dreary, but something warm and kind, something hopeful. At least thats what Kagami believed.

-Adrien and Marinette enjoyed their ice cream, after the day they had. It was well overdue.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #alt Miracle Queen #In another life au #in another life #ml au #adrinette #Fu #jade turtle #dragon bug #snake noir #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #queen bee #hawkmoth #mayura

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pswaney12 · 4 years ago

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My mutants

Haruta x reader

Nsfw warning

The world had become an apocalyptic wasteland. Uninhabitable for humans to live. The air filled with toxic gases puddles of chemicals and poison everywhere. It was just unsuitable for life.

The only places people could safely live in where the labs. Which were scattered out and few were still working. The only hope for humanity was for mutants to rebuild society.

I groaned when the beeping of my alarm went off. I pulled my sheets off and got up to turn it off. Once the obnoxious beeping had been turned off I walked into my bathroom and got a shower. I got dressed and left my room to start my daily routine. I take care of the mutants making sure that they are all healthy.

I pulled my lab coat over my shoulders as I made my way to the first room. “Good morning Marco!” I grinned. The bioluminescent bird mutant perked at the sound of my voice. “Good morning (Y/n)!” He replied happily. I looked at the man who’s feathers gleamed a soft teal and yellow. When I got closer to the cage his feathers ruffled with joy. I stayed in the room for a little bit longer before walking out and making my way to visit the other mutants.

When I got to the twelfth mutant I saw something interesting on the floor. “Haruta did you shed your antlers?” I asked the brunette. Laying on the floor next to his bed were his old antlers glowing ever so faintly. Haruta turned around and saw me. His tail flicked back and forth happily and his ears flapped too. “Yep! I did shed my antlers (Y/n).” Haruta hummed. I walked to the edge of his cage and looked through it. “Do you mind if I come in side and grab those?” I asked. “Not at all!” He grinned.

I walked over to the door of his cage and used my keycard to unlock it. When I walked in Haruta was waiting in front of the door. I smiled and let my hand go behind his ear and start scratching. Haruta was another bioluminescent mutant but instead of a bird hybrid he was a deer hybrid. Harutas spots gleamed a soft green in enjoyment. His antlers would glow to but they hadn’t finished growing back yet and he still had to rub the velvet off of his antlers. His body wiggled around me. He hugged my waist and nuzzled my head. His ears flapped and they tickled mine. I giggled softly and looked up at him. I booped his nose before moving his arms from my waist. I walked over and picked up his shedded antlers. I let my fingers gently glide across them. Thats when I realized there was a faint gold pattern that wrapped around the antlers it matched the scarf I gave him. “(Y/n) do you think my antlers will grow back bigger?” Haruta asked me. I smiled brightly at him. Of course I think you’ll grow bigger antlers.” I said.

Harutas smile grew even bigger and he couldn’t help but show his affection. He wrapped his arms around me and his nose nuzzled mine affectionately. I stayed there for a minute before turning around and looking at him. “Haruta I gotta go check on the others. I’ll see you during social hour.” I said. Haruta nodded and removed his arms from my body. I stopped by my room and set one antler on my desk before taking the other to the lab. “Haruta shedded this.” I said and handed the examiner the antler. “Do you mean experiment 3892?” I was corrected. I frowned at the correction. If these are the creatures that are going to save us I’d rather treat them like people. I walked out and made my way to check on the other mutants. The last mutant I visited before social hour was Izo. Another bioluminescent animal. He was a bunny. His ears twitched when he heard me walk in. “What’s got you upset (Y/n)?” He asked. “Nothing you need to worry about.” I whispered. I watched his ears flatten. Izo walked in front of the glass wall separating us. His tail wasn’t shaking like it would any other time he would see me. He generally seemed sad because I was upset. Which confused me. “What’s wrong Izo. You normally don’t act like this when I come to see you.” “Your upset (Y/n).” He replied. My eyes widened a tiny bit at his words. “I’m just annoyed with the way the others treat you guys.” I whispered. I looked at the watch on my wrist andsmiled at Izo. “Wow, I’ve wasted a lot of time. It’s almost social hour!” I smiled. Izos ears raised and his tail flicked happily now in a better mood because I was. I heard the door open and heard the guards boots hit the floor. “I’ll see you soon Izo.” I smiled and walked out. I pulled the helmet to my hazmat suit over my head before stepping outside to observe the mutants.

All 16 were gathered outside of the cave in the area they were allowed in. They all glanced at me before walking into the cave. They were in there for most of the time. Which confused me. Just what exactly were they doing. I saw Haruta walk out and his antlers had finished growing back. I had to do a double take because I didn’t expect his antlers to grow so quickly. Haruta rubbed his head against the tree closest to him. I cringed at the thought of just how much that itched. Once he had gotten a majority of the velvet off he walked back inside the cave. I was so confused why they were inside it. Could they be building a hive? No that couldn’t be it. They didn’t have a female to view as their queen. I glanced at my watch and noticed the social time was almost over. “Guys we have to go back inside soon!” I called out. I watched the 16 mutants walk out of the cave wind over to where I was. The hallway door opened and the toxic chemicals were filtered out of the air inside once the door was closed. Once that process had finished the door to the lab opened. Once the door sealed behind us I pulled my helmet off and looked at the taller mutants that were standing behind me.

I looked up at them and smiled softly. “Did you guys enjoy your time?” I asked. “Mhm (Y/n), my antlers finished growing!” Haruta said giggly. “Can I count the points?” I asked. Haruta nodded excitedly and lowered his head. My gloved finger touched each point. The only reason I still had my glove on was because we just got back inside and the mutants radiation levels most likely increased. “12 point.” I smiled. “4 more than your last pair.” The deer hybrid giggled with excitement. The guards scoffed at my interaction with Haruta. I heard the clicking of heels behind me and I looked to see Monet. “(Y/n) where’s the other antler?” She asked. “I kept it so I could analyze it later.” I said. She scoffed and raised her hand to slap me. She slapped me. Monet raised her hand to slap me again but Haruta pulled me back into his chest. They all looked furious with Monet. Haruta glanced down at me. Tears swelled up in my eyes. A red hand print was left of my cheek. Haruta leaned forward and gently licked the area where she slapped me. Haruta frowned the moment he tasted my tears. He looked at me his own tears in his eyes. His antlers and spots glowing a light blue. His arms wrapped around me tightly and he buried his face in my hair.

“I can’t believe you can stand being so close to them.” Monet scoffed and walked away. Soon after the guards arrived and took the Mutants back to their cages. I sighed and took off the hazmat suit and put it in its respective area. Meanwhile in the lab I didn’t know they were talking about me.

“The mutants are getting awfully close to her.” Monet sighed. “We won’t have to worry. When the female is complete they’ll forget about her. They’ll be too focused on their queen. Not paying a single bit of attention to her. After that we won’t need her anymore and we can just throw her out!” Caesar laughed.

Monet giggled and all the other scientists laughed. Not long after they had quit their cackling I walked in carrying Harutas other antler. Monet snatched it from me and I sighed knowing I would probably have to wait until they all went to bed to analyze it. I walked into the incubation room to check on the female. I smiled when I noticed that at this rate we would have a female by tonight. I walked out and over to Caesar. “The female should be ready tonight.” I spoke. “Good, good.” He smirked. All the other scientists smirked as I left.

Later that night I got up and made my way to the lab. It looked absolutely deserted. I glanced over at Harutas antlers before walking over and picking one up. I turned a small light on at my desk before getting a dish to put under my microscope. I took the antler and scraped it. The dish caught the dust. I narrowed my eyes when I saw a hair. I got my tweezers and moved it into a different sample dish before I took the one with the powder from the antlers and put it under my microscope. I turned the light on and looked at the different cells. I smiled looking at the bioluminescent cells that were different colors. I switched the dishes and looked at the hair. I could see the bioluminescent cells mixed with the normal cells.

I jumped when I heard something hit the glass in the incubation room. I got up and walked inside. I gasped when I saw the female. “Hold on I’ll go get you some clothes, I’ll be back.” I said and walked out. Once I returned with some clothes that I thought suited her I opens the incubator. She stepped out and took the clothes from me. “Hi! My name is (Y/n).” I smiled.

I helped her with her clothes then I looked at her. “I think I’ll call you Whitey.” I said. “Come on let’s go to a different room.” I said and led her out. I led her to her cage and brought her inside. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning with some more people Whitey. I’ll see you soon.” I said and walked out.

On my way back to the lab I glanced at Harutas door. “After I clean up I’ll see if he’s still awake.” I whispered to myself. I put the dishes in one of my drawers and set the antlers back where it was. I turned the lights off and walked out. When I pushed open the door to Harutas room he was standing up and sniffing the air. I smiled slightly at that. His ears twitched and he snapped his head in my direction. “Haruta do you smell your new friend?” I asked. “Yeah.” Haruta replied. “Well you’ll get to see them tomorrow.” I smiled. I sat up against the glass and had a conversation with Haruta. I looked at my watch and gasped. “We talked the whole night away.” I giggled. Haruta giggled with me. “I’m gonna go get a shower and get dressed I’ll be back soon.” I said and Haruta nodded.

On my way back to Harutas room I saw Caesar. “Caesar the female finished last night and I brought her to her room.” I said. “Let’s go see her.” Caesar grinned and I nodded before walking off in the direction. I led the others to the room. Once we were there they observed the female. “(Y/n) go get the other experiments.” Caesar said. “Okay.” I replied. I soon returned with the other mutants following me. I led them into the room the female was in. I closed the door behind me and I stayed in the room in case anything went wrong.

We watched the bioluminescent creatures smell her before looking away as if the could care less about her. I saw her try to get close to Ace but his flames flared. “Ace.” I called out and he let his flames calm. None of the scientists understood why Ace did that. But it all made sense after what Haruta did. Harutas arms wrapped around my waist and he rutted against me. I dropped my clipboard and moaned. “Get her out of there!” Caesar shouted. The guards burst through the door.

They grabbed my arms and ripped me from Harutas embrace. Oh the mutants were pissed. They all ran out of the room. When the scientists looked back in there was only the corpse of the female. “We need to evacuate to the second lab!” Caesar said. The guards carrying me could hear him so they tossed me in the lab and closed the doors. I could see on the cameras just how distressed the mutants were. I watched the cameras. I saw that Haruta threw his head back and sniffed the air. I could only guess that he got my scent because he started heading in the direction of the lab.

I ran over to the controls, but the moment I got there the lights went out. I ran over to my desk in hope that my light would turn on which It did. While I was doing that Haruta had managed to pull the doors apart. “Queen!” Haruta gasped in relief. He slid his body through the gap but an antler got caught. I heard Haruta whine and I looked over at the door. “Queen.” He whined. I walked over and saw tears running down his face. A look of defeat in his eyes. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that. I walked over and wiped his tears away. “It’s okay Haruta, I’m here.” I whispered.

I moved his antlers so it wasn’t stuck anymore and I pulled him through the door. I stumbled back and fell underneath Haruta. He was laying on top of me.

I ran my hands through his soft hair. Harutas ears flapped and his tail swished in enjoyment. “Queen.” Haruta hummed in relief. He was feeling better but that didn’t change the fact that I was stressed about everything. “What’s wrong queen.” Haruta asked worriedly. H-Haruta there’s just so much going on. I don’t know what to do. I’ll probably die soon too.” I spoke anxiously. The mutant sat up and brought me with him. His arms wrapped around me pulling me into his chest. I relaxed in the mutants embrace.

It starts turning into a lemon here

“It’ll be okay (Y/n).” I looked up the the mutant. Something seemed different in his voice. “Haruta?” Haruta pushed me back down. I looked up at the mutant. “I want to take care of you (Y/n); I want to make you feel better.” He said and rutted against me. I couldn’t help but moan.

Harutas face suddenly dived in between my breasts. “Haruta!” I blushed at the sudden pleasure. He kissed my exposed skin. “Haruta.” I whispered and he looked at me.

“It’s okay queen I’ll make you feel better.” Haruta said. I paused at the nickname. My hands gripped his shoulders. The fabric of the clothes I had given him were ripped to shreds everything but the scarf. Harutas face dived into my neck and he licked the skin as if it was his favorite candy. ‘Oh god damn that felt good’ I thought.

No no what was I thinking. A feeling of dread returned. My nails dug into his forearm and I only received a mewl. That only made Haruta more excited. If the feeling of something poking at my thigh meant anything.

My face dropped the moment I realized what the nickname meant. They saw me as their lover. The queen was supposed to be... “Haruta are you confused?” I whispered.

He looked at me. His pupils were dilated they were wide enough that it almost looked as if they had taken over his eyes. I couldn’t deny my attraction to the mutant. The sexual tension was thick, that was something I couldn’t deny either.

Harutas face was in front of mine, his hands gently touched me. I found it comforting. It was what he’s wanted to do this entire time. He’s wanted to comfort me, me his queen. I thought about it for a minute.

Fuck it my life has already been ruined. “Haruta, let me.” I whispered and I gently grabbed the scarf that I had given him and pulled him down. My lips pressed against his. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip hoping he would understand. His lips didn’t part like I wanted so I let my tongue push between his lips. I was worried he would taste like radioactive chemicals or poison, but he tasted like apples.

My tongue ran over his teeth. It surprised me when I felt long fangs. I flipped us over during the kiss. When I broke the kiss Harutas arms wrapped around my neck wanting to pull me down for more. Instead of kissing him again I buried my face in his neck. I bit and sucked in different places. On the back of his neck was fur.

After I was satisfied with what I had done I sat up. “Here.” I said and pulled what remains of his clothes off his body. My hand moved to his abdomen before wrapping around his erection. I didn’t even pay attention to what my hand was doing. I kissed Haruta again. I moved my hand up and down. Haruta moaned in my mouth. His moans got progressively louder until he moaned loudly in my mouths and his ears and tail stood on his end. I broke the kiss when I felt something wet on my hand.

Did he already? I looked at my hand and his cum was glowing. My face dropped at the sight. Was this even safe for me. I was shaken out of my thoughts when Haruta started picking at my clothes. I grabbed his hands and undid the buttons to my shirt and pants. He pushed my shirt off my shoulders and pulled my pants off leaving me in my underwear. Haruta kissed my exposed skin and I couldn’t help but moan. I moved his hand to my back and he unhooked my bra. He eagerly pulled my panties off.

He picked me up and set me on a table. He rubbed the tip at my entrance before pushing inside. Haruta pulled his hips back before he started thrust over and over again. I moaned as he thrusted inside of me. It felt so good. “Queen~” Haruta moaned. I looked at Haruta before I kissed him. Haruta gasped when I wrapped my legs around his waist, and the new angle brought him deeper inside me. The pleasure was overwhelming. My legs started to tremble and not long after I had my orgasm. Haruta continued to thrust inside of me. He came inside me not long after. After he pulled out I collapsed against his body and drifted to sleep.

When I woke up I was somewhere I didn’t recognize. I sat up but a pair of arms pulled me back down. “Good morning (Y/n)!” Haruta smiled. “Haruta where am I?” I asked. “Your new room! Jozu still has to make it bigger though.” Haruta said. “Are we outside?” I asked. “Mhm!” Haruta hummed. “How am I still alive?” I asked out loud. “Because Marco made you like us now!” Haruta grinned. I understood now. “Now you can be with us all the time!” Haruta grinned and I smiled. I snuggled into his chest. Soon after the other mutants returned to the hive. The first one that popped into my room was Izo. To say the least they were all excited that they could spend all the time they wanted with their queen.

#haruta #one piece haruta x reader #one piece haruta #Whitebeard pirates #mutant au #Haruta x reader #op haruta #one piece #one piece x reader #one shot #x reader

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mostlikelyshutup · 4 years ago

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thoughts while watching the first harry potter:

listen i started this list a little late im ngl but notable thoughts so far are me thinking of dumbledore as a gay idiot and still loving hagrid

do you think hes speaking in parseltongue in the zoo when hes speaking to the snake

forgot boats existed

these idiots do scream a lot dont they

i forgot how light hearted this universe really is in the first couple movies

yer a wizard harry, okay hagrid maybe slide him into it a little better

we get it tuney you have fucking trauma, doesnt mean you should abuse a child

hasnt everyone had their name down since they were born, hagrid? theres a list

i like that his umbrella is pink

are you paying for those damages hargid? stop taking the door off the hinges

though, if the dursleys are, keep breaking shit

speaking about dragons on the the fucking tube, its a miracle harry didnt get in trouble with the ministry sooner

what is hagrid's usual? does anyone know???

fucking Quirrell, cant wait for your epic love story with the dark lord

maybe we should tell the 12 year old how the fuck everyone knows his name, just maybe

they do a great job of getting the wonder down pat

how much money and licensing do you think it took for them to get all these owls on set

ahh yes, antisemitism the bank

how many vaults are in gringotts?? also if harry's vault is the potters vault, a literal like sacred 28 family, one of the original families, and its number 600 something, how many were there before the potters?? did the potters get a vault recently? or is this james and lily's vault?? how rich were james and lily if so??

look at ollivander, crazy tinker uncle, love him

this might be the socialist in me but why do people have to pay for wands if everyone needs one??

why is the dark lords twin wand just sitting around on the shelf, ollie me boy??

do you think thats Harry's true wand or do you think thats because of the horcux thing?? do you harry had to get another wand after he died?? did he? i dont remember the last movie

is ollie me boys actor wearing contacts or are his eyes just like that??

thats a very weird way of showing Halloween 81, very misleading

hagrid said ill predict voldys rise in the first movie so we can have some plot development

hagrid is late to everything isnt he? i can feel it in my bones

i swear ive seen these movies, and ive even read the first book, i just dont remember shit

youd think theyd have someone in the know stationed close to the entrance for the platform, for any muggleborns

ginnys actress really had no fucking lines in this movie did she, just had to stand there

oh wait she said good luck

amazing work ginny

ooh a warm filter

can muggles see the express? like just running from london to scotland

wicked!

you didnt have to show the woman the sad sandwich ron

i think the trolly replenishes magically, i think thats how thats how that works, i want to believe that

god i cant tell if i would love or hate hermione, shes pretentious but so was i at that age

god dont fucking point your wand right in someones face mione

how does mione know who harry is?? why does she care?

look at the tiny first years, might just go and pinch theyre cheeks

MINNIEEEE i love you minnie

looking stunning minnie, the green brings out the sternness in your brow

you go minnie, give your speech, thats my head of house

shut up draco, youre not bond

you pretentious fuckwit, your hair is brassy anyways

if this is a class of kids born in the middle of a war, how big are the usual class sizes wtf

THE FUCKING CLAP

fucking propaganda ron, you slytherin hater

what order are these names going in, did they just randomized the list

oooh we get quiet for the boy who lived, jesus let him keep living

the fact that for the rest of these people its just silent is so fucking funny to me, Harry's just fucking whispering to himself

get their attention minnie

me dads a muggle, mums a witch, bit of a shock for him when he found out

NICK, love to see you buddy

i have no emotional attachment to peeves but i feel i should mention him here

the stairs still piss me off, why the fuck would you make moving stair cases

who sets out gloves for the next day? am i the weird one who doesnt??

Minnie, you are the love of my life

shut up snape you dramatic bloodpurist incel

i know theyre setting him up to be mistaken as the villain but jesus christ hes still an asshole

your robes Neville, you forgot your robes

its weird how they have to learn all these latin charms yet only have to say up to get their brooms to work

why wont you go after him, hes obviously not exactly in control, Hooch

does Hooch only teach first years? she is quite literally the equivalent of a history teacher who coaches football

what the fuck is Quirells classroom

they dont make the house teams because no first years can try out, Ron

MINNIE PLAYED QUIDDITCH?!?!? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS

why didnt you speak up earlier Mione wtf

bc the fire wont give you away, harry, better hide

FLUFFY, WHOS A GOOD BOY

they have much worse things locked up in the school, Ron

Oliver wood is a bloody liar because i still dont fuckign understand quidditch, also theres like 500 rules, wtf

thats a shitty explanation of how the game works, Oliver

BLOW IT UP SEAMUS

SHES TWO FEET BEHIND YOU RON YOU IDIOT

carrot cake? on halloween?

dont shrug as if you didnt literally bully her ron

thought youd oughta know, bit of an understatement Quirell

no duh the trolls left the dungeon ron

lying: the best start to any friendship

we're at a net zero points for gryffindor for the year at the moment

the amount of interaction these kids have with professors is so weird to me, is this what small class size do to kids?? its weird

not comforting Oliver

Okay i understand Oliver simps now, I get it okay

are there no backups or subs for quidditch? feels like there should be, like of all the games

set him on fire mione, i know hes not the villain of the movie but god he sucks

fancy flying from harry fucking potter

okay but also i feel like there are some things we should not trust hagrid with, like hes not that great at keeping secrets

why is harry excited about christmas if he thinks hes not getting presents? i knw there are other aspects but like thats the only reasont o get up early

i always remember this scene at night for some reason??

not just an invisibility cloak, THE invisibility cloak ron

btw who gives it to harry? is it remus? is it dumbledore? is it like an inheritance thing? whats up with that?

there are jumpscares in harry potter

he very much can hide, filch

stop being a narc mrs norris

does harry even know what his parents look like at this point? how does he know who the fuck is in the mirror of erised?? he doesnt have that stupid scrapbook yet does he

oh they nod, sure lets clear up that plot hole

they shouldve put sirius and remus in the mirror in that scene, shown his whole family, wouldve been a nice setup

how does rupert grint already look so tired as a twelve year old

big speech to give to a twelve year old Dumbledore, when you wont even tell him what you see

Emma really does just slam that book on Daniels hand, thats mustve fucking sucked

the fact that ive watched two movies that had Nicholas Flamel in two very different roles this year is very strange to me

well thats probably on account of it being a fucking dragon egg hagrid, now isnt it?

was hagrid a hufflepuff? i think he was, maybe a ravenclaw

yes four, you blonde idiot

that shot is really nice, it sets them apart

what happened to filch to make him such a miserable man?

ooh mention of werewolves, awooo werewolves of london

yeah just dip your whole hand in hagrid, dont be scared of the strange liquid, take a nice little bath

i loev that dog, i want that dog, i want to hug that dog

god just the look of that forest is so bloody cool

wait so is that quirell walking fucking backwards?

maybe ask who the fuck youre talking to before asking other questions??? wtf harry

why are yout talking to the centaur like hes your old friend harry, youve literally never met him before

snape doesnt want the stone at all Harry

god hagrid you sweet stupid man

snape is completely valid for that, if a twelve year old ever looked at me like that i would punch them

Do you think people ever loose invisibility cloaks? like theyre invisible do you think they ever just never get found again

i hate the look of the dog spit, that is so gross

they really left everything in except for the fucking potions didnt they, damn

harry potter walked so queens gambit could run

hermione, posted up

rons stupid in the later movies because he got a concussion as a twelve year old

god harry really posted up to beat up snape in fucking khakis

"I knew you were a danger to me!" Hes twelve, Quirell

let me wait for this weird dude to unravel his head scarf instead of running away

the magic in this movie is real fucking conditional isnt it

just some casual necromancy for the stone? you sure about that voldy, you two faced bitch?

let me choke out this twelve year old real quick

oh yeah why is he able to just avengers endgame Quirell? is there an answer to that? like was that ever found out

do you think voldy passing by him while he hold the stone actually killed him but since he holds the stone hes functionally unkillable and then some magic gets put into him and thats why he can return to life later when he actually goes to the whole afterlife place?

ohhh we're vouching on the blood magic for the endgaming of Quirell

do you think dumbledore came across the vomit flavored bean before or after his sister died?

Mione's got a headband! Looking snazzy!

how did Hufflepuff only get 352 points? Gryffindor literally lost 150 points this year and they only beat them by 50, wtf, is it because they kept getting caught with weed

I wont even speak on the fucking outrage that is this point awarding, its already been spoken on. However, Neville shouldve gotten more points

What if someone just stood up and started challenging Dumbledores math, that would be so funny

some of these extras are really attractive

but james potter is somehow so fucking ugly why did they do that to my mans

hagrid deserves the last shot of this film, i love him, he deserves everything, that stupid sweet man

#harry potter #sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #hermione granger #ron weasley #k mumbles #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #hagrid #rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #long post #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cousland/Anora Mac Tir Characters: Anora Mac Tir, Female Cousland (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Gay yearning, thats it just a lot of gay yearning, I'm Sorry, pre-game Summary:

Anora Mac Tir knows what she wants- she wants to marry Cailan and become the greatest Queen Ferelden has ever known. But on the eve of her wedding, a visit from Sirena Cousland reminds her that there might be other she wants, as well.

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It was the night before Anora was to be married, and try as she might she simply couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

Of course she couldn’t. How could anyone expect her to, with such a momentous event looming on the horizon? She’d known her entire life that she was meant to one day become Queen of Ferelden; tomorrow, with her marriage into the Therein family, that destiny would become official. And while any wedding had its share of preparations, the marriage of a future king and queen required a good deal more than a gown and a recitation of vows before a Chantry mother. There were public appearances to be made in front of the Denerim crowds, long speeches to be delivered beneath the Chantry roof, and of course a reception to be held for the visiting nobility who were traveling from all across the country to witness the union.

Anora had never been one to sit back and let others make arrangements in her stead; she had been involved in every step of the preparations, and had poured hours of effort into ensuring that everything would go exactly according to plan. Truth be told, she would be quite relieved when the whole thing was over and done with- the trappings of the wedding were important, a vital part of the image she and Cailan needed to display to the country, but Anora was long ready to turn her attentions to something a bit more stimulating.

She would have the freedom soon enough, she kept reminding herself. She just needed to get through the coming day. And although she knew a proper night’s sleep would help with that, that logic didn’t help as her mind continued to circle over the details she had so carefully planned out for her future.

The restless energy buzzed through Anora like a gnat she couldn’t swat away, filling her with the need to do… something. At last she threw her sheets to the side and rose from her bed, abandoning the pretense of peaceful slumber. What she needed was to move, to occupy herself, to do anything other than sit still and wait for morning. At the very least she could wander the palace gardens- perhaps the fresh air would be enough to free her mind until fatigue finally caught up with her.

As she pulled a warm woolen cloak over her shoulders, Anora told herself she wouldn’t be long. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come across her like this, with undone hair and tired eyes; or worse, for someone drop by her empty room and think her missing.

But as she stepped outside Anora was greeted by a gust of refreshingly chilled wind, and the night sky above was clear and full of stars, and for the first time that day she felt some of the tension leave her body. Even as the hour grew later and later, Anora found herself lingering, her thoughts drifting as she strolled aimlessly along the dirt paths. Perhaps there was no need to rush, after all. She’d memorized the guard’s schedules long ago, and knew how to avoid them; no servants had any business in the gardens this late; any nobles still awake were probably deep in their cups, just as Cailan likely was.

Just as Anora had convinced herself that her solitude was complete, however, a voice rang out across the gardens.

“Anora? What in the world are you doing out here?”

The sudden voice made Anora jump, and she heaved a sigh of annoyance as she realized she’d been spotted. The annoyance fled, however, once she realized who it was that had done the spotting.

“Lady Sirena? Is that you?”

A closer look revealed that it was indeed the Lady Sirena Cousland, who for some reason was perched on a garden wall, one leg hanging carelessly off the side. She laughed and leapt from the wall, heading towards Anora with a grin. “Oh please, don’t lead with the Lady. If you do, I’ll have to call you ‘soon-to-be Future Queen Anora of Ferelden’, and as lovely a title as that is, it’s quite a mouthful.”

Anora fought back a smile. Nobody else would ever speak to her in such a way, but this was Sirena- always ready with a teasing response, hardly worried about any offense she might cause. The Couslands ruled over Highever, and were, along with the Mac Tirs, one of the most respected noble families of Ferelden. That reputation, coupled with Sirena’s disarming smile and easy temperament, was a perfect recipe for the effortless confidence that constantly radiated from the youngest Cousland child.

That disarming smile was now turned upon Anora in full force as Sirena asked, “Really, what are you doing out here?” She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me I’m interrupting a clandestine meeting under the moonlight? And on the eve of your own wedding?”

A huff of laughter escaped Anora’s lips even as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, banish the thought. I was just thinking how pleased I was to see you, and now you’re making me change my mind.”

Sirena just laughed again and wrapped an arm around Anora’s shoulders, pulling her close for a hug. Her long dark hair smelled of rain, and she wore a thick fur cloak over plain traveling clothes; she must have arrived very recently.

“How was the journey from Highever?”

“Too long, as always,” Sirena answered with a shrug. “But you don’t want to hear about a boring carriage trip through the rain and mud. How are you? I am genuinely curious as to what brings out so late on this of all nights.”

Anora waved a dismissive hand in the air. “It’s not that late. And I couldn’t sleep.”

“Too excited?”

“Too preoccupied, rather. There’s so much to think about for tomorrow. Every time I close my eyes, I remember yet another detail that I want to check up on.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Sirena said. “But don’t you have people to do that sort of work for you?”

“Of course I do,” Anora admitted. “But if you want something done correctly…”

“Do it yourself,” Sirena finished. “You’ve been living that motto since we were children.”

“And it’s still true,” Anora pointed out wryly. “Anyway, I could ask the same question of you. How did you end up out here instead of in our rather lovely guest chambers?”

Sirena shrugged and looked back in the direction she’d come from, her gaze traveling over the garden, toward the training ground, beyond the towers that looked over the Denerim marketplace. “Oh, traveling always leaves me nostalgic. I was just wandering around, revisiting a few spots before they’re filled up with people tomorrow.”

Anora could guess as to which memories Sirena was reliving. They had both spent many days at the Denerim palace, watching their parents go about the duties of nobility, knowing that someday they would take their places.

That knowledge had been with Anora for as long as she could remember; her entire life, she reflected, was a preparation for rulership, and it had always been a perfect fit. Even as a child, Anora had loved listening in on the courtly proceedings and hearings, things that bored Cailan to tears as he dutifully followed her lead. In sharp contrast, the silly games and childish play of the other children had always seemed, to Anora, to all be horribly dull.

But even at a young age, Sirena was hard to miss. Always something of a troublemaker, she was direct and honest and said things as they were without layers of political machinations. Her friendship with Anora was something of a mystery, even to Anora herself. But she had to admit there was something about Sirena’s easy confidence and strangely insightful remarks that managed to hold Anora’s interest where few others could.

“It’s been too long since you’ve visited,” Anora remarked, and Sirena’s focus shifted from the palace grounds back to Anora. Her dark eyes were, for a moment, unexpectedly thoughtful. But only for a moment- they quickly brightened again as Sirena gave Anora a warm smile.

“It really has, hasn’t it? We should catch up. And you obviously need to relax a little.” Her grin took on a mischievous edge. “And I have just the thing for that.”

“I need to sleep, not drink myself into a stupor.”

Sirena gave a bark of laughter as she poured the liquor into two glasses and held one out to Anora. “Cailan and his buddies are getting good and drunk out in the courtyard as we speak. Why should they get all the fun?”

The two women were back in Anora’s quarters, having quietly returned after making a quick detour in the kitchens to pilfer a bottle of spirits. Sirena now sat cross-legged on Anora’s carpet, the very picture of temptation as she waggled the glass in her hand towards Anora.

Anora simply rolled her eyes. “You’re relentless.” And yet despite the scoffing she sat down anyway, gathering her skirts around knees, and graciously took the glass. Sirena had chosen a strong liquor, one of the more expensive selections from the wine cellar; today, the choice seemed appropriate. “But I suppose I can’t refuse a toast on the eve of my wedding.”

“Exactly.” Sirena turned her attention to her own glass, carefully measuring out the drink before holding it aloft. “To the bride, and future Queen of Ferelden.”

Anora brought her glass to meet Sirena’s with a soft clink, and then swiftly lifted it to her lips and swallowed the entire drink in one quick gulp.

Sirena downed her drink as well, then laughed in delight. “That’s the spirit I was looking for! I must say, I’m impressed.”

“Don’t tell me this comes as a surprise,” Anora said with a smirk. “Handling one’s drink is a requisite of Ferelden nobility.”

“Ah, yes, I almost forgot. They fit that right between the lessons on Andrastian recitations and history of the Fereldan Rebellion.

With a grin, Anora held out her glass for more liquor, and Sirena happily obliged. As they drank they fell into conversation, a simple rhythm of chatting and drinking between two longtime friends. It was, Anora had to admit, a situation that she was not particularly accustomed to. Cailan was the one who happily entertained others for hours on end, the one who brought about conversation and laughter. Anora was the one who already was known as serious, severe, domineering. This reputation rarely bothered her- it was a good reputation for a future queen to have.

But simply being a woman chatting amicably with pleasant company was nice, too.

“Tired yet?” Sirena asked eventually. She gave Anora a look that was half-joking, half-sincere. “You can tell me to leave whenever I start to get annoying. Believe me, you wouldn’t be the first to kick me out of a room.”

“No, no, stay,” Anora assured her. “If you begin to annoy me, I will certainly let you know.” She giggled- an effect of the drink, of course, for under normal circumstances Anora was most certainly not a giggler. “Believe me, you wouldn’t be the first I’ve kicked out of a room. I’m not exactly known for my gentle disposition, am I?”

“Oh, please,” Sirena said, rolling her eyes as she poured another glass. “Who needs a gentle disposition?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Anora agreed. “Better that they think my too hard than think they control me. I decided that a long time ago.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Sirena said, raising her cup. She was quiet for a moment then, and Anora thought she may be dozing off. But although her eyes held a distant look, they did not close, and eventually Sirena said, “Anyone who would try to control you is an idiot, by the way. You’re smarter than everyone in this castle combined. They should just…get out of your way and let you work your miracles.”

Anora smiled, surprised to feel heat rushing to her cheeks at the compliments. She blamed the drink for that, as well; she knew her own worth and was hardly unaccustomed to recognition. A simple compliment from Sirena Cousland shouldn’t have such an effect on its own. She looked away, hoping the redness in her face wasn’t obvious to the other woman. “Thank you.”

“And you’re going to make a marvelous queen!” Sirena continued. “Ferelden is lucky to have you. I mean that, truly. Nobody else could do a better job.”

“Well, I should hope not,” Anora said. “I have been preparing for this my entire life, you know.” She sighed, tilting her head back as she thought of all the work she had put forth, and all that lay ahead of her.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the next words spoken quietly by Sirena. “Cailan is lucky, too.”

Anora blinked, startled by the apparent change in subject. Recovering quickly, she gave a thin smile. “Ah, yes. I’m certain he’s thanking the stars that he will have someone to handle the details of his future rule. He’s wonderful with people, of course, but try to talk to him about economics or resource distribution and he’s completely lost.”

“That’s true enough,” Sirena agreed, pushing back a long lock of hair from her face. “Although I did mean something more along the lines of…” She paused, and seemed to fumble for words for a moment. “He’s lucky to be marrying someone he’s actually fond of.”

“Oh.” Anora wanted to say more, but she didn’t quite know how to respond to that. It felt such an odd subject to bring up- but her wedding was tomorrow, after all. Perhaps it was a natural point of conversation, after all.

“Not to pry, of course,” Sirena said quickly, noticing Anora’s hesitation. She paused, chewing on her lip for short moment as she regarded Anora with curious, measuring eyes. “I mean, you are fond of each other, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” Anora said at once. Realizing her reply came a tad too quickly, she sighed and leaned back against the wall, resting her head against the cool stone. “I’m certain you’ve heard me complain about him, and he can be quite the fool at times. But he has his talents, and he loves Ferelden, and he knows better than to try and order me about. We make a good team, he and I. We know each other, our strengths and weaknesses. As far as arrangements go, it could have been far worse.”

Sirena nodded, turning over Anora’s words in silence. She shifted her position until she, too, was leaning against the wall, close enough that their shoulders brushed against each other. “Do you think you could grow to love him at all?”

This time, the question did not take Anora by surprise; in fact, it was something she had often asked herself. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “But I hardly think that’s the most important thing in marriage. Especially between rulers.”

That earned her a chuckle from Sirena. “You’ve always been a pragmatic one.” Anora frowned, and Sirena gave her an apologetic smile before she playfully bumped her shoulder with her own. “And right, of course, I know you are. I only hope I’m that lucky if I ever get married.”

Anora was so relieved by the lack of judgement from Sirena that she nearly missed the implication in her words. Almost. Her brow furrowed, and she gave Sirena a questioning look. “If? Certainly you have your pick of suitors.” It only made sense- the Couslands were a family of wealth and renown, and Sirena herself was certainly not lacking in beauty. More than that, she was intelligent and skilled with a blade and easy to speak with; any lord would be lucky to win her hand.

But Sirena only shrugged, a playfully crooked smile on her lips. “Oh, there are plenty of men sniffing around for a chance at marrying into the Couslands. Some are even somewhat tolerable. But…”

“But none quite meet your standards?” Anora finished. Her tone was teasing, but she knew the feeling well enough. After all, if she hadn’t been promised to the future king at such a young age, she would probably have found herself in a very similar situation.

“They’re fine enough. Fine enough for flirting and dancing with at parties. But fine enough isn’t something I went to settle for in the long run.” Sirena sighed and looked down, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It’s just that I grew up watching my parents, never realizing what a rare thing they had. They’re so in love that people have written songs about them. That sort of thing doesn’t happen often. Not when marriage is something for duty and politics and…”

“And pragmatism?” Anora asked pointedly, and Sirena gave her another apologetic grin.

“No offense. Like I said, you have the right of it. Eventually I shall likely choose someone, and I’m sure it won’t be as bad as I’m making it out to be. I know my parents would never marry me off to someone I dislike.” Her eyes flicked up to Anora’s face. “I just don’t think the odds of marrying for love are very high.”

Sirena’s voice was low and sorrowful, a startling change from her usual light tone. Without thinking, Anora reached out and put her hand over Sirena’s. “You never know. The future may surprise you.”

Sirena seemed startled at the contact, and Anora wondered for a moment if she was being too forward. But she didn’t pull away, and neither did Sirena- in fact, the other woman shifted her fingers, securing the grip. They stayed that way for a long moment, until at last Sirena recovered herself enough to straighten her shoulders and give Anora a bright smile. “I don’t know about that. But we’ll see.”

Something unfinished still lingered in her words, but for now she at least seemed comforted by Anora’s presence. Anora knew she wasn’t the most comforting sort of person, even at the best of times, but she was happy that she seemed to be doing some good. She gave a firm nod and continued, “And should you never get married, you would be just as well off. If I had been born to royalty on my own, well…as I said, Cailan and I make a good team. But he needs me far more than I need him.” Anora felt a small twinge of guilt saying that out loud, but it was true, and they both knew it, and saying it made Sirena laugh.

“You’ll hear no dispute from me,” she said. “In any case, I have far more exciting things to look forward to than marriage.” She stopped suddenly, and closed her eyes in apparent embarrassment. “Which is probably not what I should say to someone about to get married, is it? We’re supposed to be celebrating you, and I’ve gone and turned it bleak!”

“Oh, please,” Anora said with a laugh of her own. “I believe I’ve made my position on the whole situation rather clear. And I’m interested in hearing more of these grand plans of yours.”

Sirena still looked sheepish, but she obliged. “Well, Fergus will inherit rule of Highever. First-born gets all the perks. But I’ll still be around to assist. I’ll likely take command of our troops.” A small smile crept onto her face. “That’s something I’d be good at. I’d have them all whipped into shape in no time.”

“And if a lord swept you off your feet, you’d have an entire arling of your own to whip into shape. Troops and all,” Anora pointed out. Sirena looked unconvinced, and on impulse Anora added, “Or you could always come here to Denerim. Become a staple of the court. We certainly have plenty of troops that need the help. And I wouldn’t mind having a…”

Anora stumbled over the word friend. Even under the influence of the drink, it was difficult to let something like that slip out so easily. Anora was not accustomed to having friends. She had Cailan, of course; she had her father; she had servants and fellow nobles whom she trusted to varying degrees. But her friendship with Sirena was something different from any of that.

“…a confidante,” she said finally, hoping Sirena hadn’t noticed her momentary conflict. She glanced at the woman from the corner of her eyes, and was satisfied to see that she looked pleased at the notion.

“A tempting offer, I admit,” Sirena said. A smirk played on her lips. “What would my duties as a confidante entail?”

That smirk made Anora oddly flustered, and she had to glance away before she could respond. “Oh…this sort of thing, really. Keeping me company. Listening to me complain. Suppling me with alcohol.” She smiled and raised her empty glass in the air as an example. “You’re doing a splendid job already.”

“And those are just a few of many talents,” Sirena laughed. “I’m honored by the offer. I’m sure there must be fierce competition.”

“Oh, certainly,” Anora agreed. “But most of the other competitors care less about me and more about the power I will wield. They simply want to be close to the Queen.” She grimaced. “Or the King. It’s difficult enough to reign him in without my own companions making eyes at him.”

“Their loss,” Sirena said definitively. “All of them. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, and as…well, Cailan is an idiot and a fool if he even looks at another woman when he has you.”

Maker, Anora could feel herself blushing. She straightened her shoulders, trying desperately not to show her sudden nerves. “I admit, it’s a pleasant change of pace for someone to rush to my defense like this. I certainly tell Cailan the same often enough. Honestly, I would hardly mind if he could at least be discreet about it. But he never thinks of things in such a way. And it certainly doesn’t help that he’s found so many who are ever so eager to indulge him. I’d be thankful to have at least one woman around who’s not chasing after him.”

It was a jest, but the possibility was a heavy weight in Anora’s chest, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t lighten when Sirena wrinkled her nose in obvious distaste. “Cailan? Maker, no.” Her expression faded into something more contemplative as she looked at Anora. “If I’m to be honest…I was always chasing after someone else.”

That was unexpected- it took Anora a moment to process her words. That same heaviness was back, which made no sense; why should she care if Sirena was holding a torch for someone after all, so long as it was not Cailan? “That’s an unexpected revelation if I’ve ever heard one. What happened to never finding love?”

“Ah. That.” Sirena looked abashed and quickly shook her head. “It would never have worked out. Not with me. They’ve got other things in their life. Other people.”

“Not married, are they?” Anora inquired. She didn’t know why she was still pressing. She didn’t want to know about this person, didn’t want to know who it was Sirena was pining after. But she couldn’t stop the questions from coming.

Sirena was quiet for a moment, although her dark eyes never left Anora’s face. “Engaged, actually.”

Anora’s breath caught, and when she spoke the words were soft and quiet. “Engaged?”

“But only for one more night.”

There was soft moment of realization, a quiet oh in the back of Anora’s mind, and before she could think better of it she whispered, “Then you still have time.”

And suddenly Sirena was kissing her. It was soft at first, uncertain, her lips barely hovering against Anora’s, but as Anora leaned in she became more confident and soon enough the kiss had deepened. Sirena brought a hand to Anora’s face, gently caressing her cheek, and Anora threaded her fingers through Sirena’s long hair as she pulled her even closer. It was like nothing Anora had ever experienced; this was no polite show of carefully cultured affection, no hesitant testing of what was expected of her. This was passionate and earnest and real.

Anora wanted more. She wanted to pull Sirena to her bed, to get even closer, to explore every inch of her body, to completely and utterly forget about everything else in the world-

And then it was over. Anora’s eyes fluttered open, and she realized Sirena and was hastily rising from the floor, muttering hurried, half-formed apologies. “I’m sorry- that was stupid of me- I didn’t intend-and tomorrow you’re-Maker, I’m sorry-”

Anora hurriedly stood as well, reaching out for Sirena as the woman was turning for the door. Her fingers brushed Sirena’s wrist, and although the touch was light Sirena froze in place.

“Sirena, I…”

Anora faltered. She was accustomed to knowing what to say. Knowing exactly what she wanted, and how to get it. But now…now she had no idea. She wanted to be the Queen Ferelden needed. She wanted to follow through on the promises she’d made. She wanted Sirena to stay. She wanted too many things, and those desire could not exist in the same space.

She couldn’t hold on to everything. And that wasn’t fair, not to her or Sirena. But it was the way things were.

“I’m sorry, too,” Anora whispered as she pulled back her hand. As she let Sirena go.

Sirena closed her eyes for moment, then nodded and left the room without another word. Anora numbly reached for the bottle she’d left behind and drained what little remained, trying to chase away the taste of Sirena’s lips. Then she went to bed, and once again she did not sleep.

Sirena almost didn’t show her face the next day.

But if she hid out all day she’d eventually have to explain why. So the next morning she dragged herself out of bed, threw cold water on her face, donned her formal attire, and watched Anora get married.

The ceremony passed in a blur, with the songs of the Chant and the words of endless speeches lulling the day into a hazy rhythm. The only moment that stood out was when Anora entered the Chantry. She walked in with her head held high, the picture of beauty and confidence draped in gold and ivory-white. Just looking at her sent a piercing pain through Sirena’s chest.

She was being ridiculous. Childish. Selfish. Sirena cared about Anora, and she knew this was what she wanted, and she had no right to the longing and jealously that burned through her.

What had she been thinking last night? She’d done so well all these years, fighting back those feelings, telling herself it was a passing crush…and then last night it had all come crashing out. Maybe it was Anora’s suggestion to come to Denerim. The idea of seeing her every day, of being so close to her…all while she was married to Cailan.

Sirena wasn’t capable of such cruelty towards herself. But oh, she’d been tempted.

At least the slip in her defenses hadn’t ruined Anora’s wedding. She was still here, betraying not a single doubt or worry as she recited her vows with clarity before the Maker.

And that was a good thing, Sirena told herself throughout the ceremony. The only thing worse than Anora rejecting her advances would be Anora risking everything she had and everything she wanted over her. That was what Sirena told herself during procession back to the palace. That was what she told herself in the reception held in the ballroom for the new husband and wife, when drinks were had in honor of the happy new couple.

Someone thrust a glass of wine in her hand, and Sirena realized with a start she was being called upon to make a toast. She wavered for a moment, looking across the room and meeting Anora eye to eye.

For the first time that day, Sirena thought she caught a hint of something mournful through Anora’s well-practiced mask of assured certainty. She remembered Anora’s lips against hers, wanting, drawing her in closer. She remembered Anora’s hand on her wrist, silently pleading for something she couldn’t voice. She remembered those whispered words. I am sorry.

Sirena raised a glass and gave the room a smile, big and bright, just what they expected from the ostentatious Cousland girl. “To the bride and groom,” she said, her eyes never leaving Anora’s. “To your bright future. I know you will do amazing things for Ferelden, and it is my truest hope that this life brings you every happiness.”

Anora smiled at her- a small, sad smile that that spoke volumes more than any speech and utterly broke Sirena’s heart. It was there and gone in an instant, wiped away as the next person stood to make their toast. But every now and then her gaze would return to Sirena, and that smile would come back. Never for long. Never noticed by anybody else. But Sirena saw it, and she knew she would never forget it as long as she lived.

#dragon age #fanfic #anora mac tir #cousland #anora x cousland #dao #ch: sirena #this was gonna be one chapter in a larger fic but it morphed and demanded to be a fic of its own

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Can I get a general career reading? With the art nouveau deck and the archetype oracle please.

of course darl!

tarot: ace of cups, page of cups, justice, queen of cups,3 of swords, the fool, the tower, the hanged man, the world

okay!! we have some interesting cards here! something that drew my attention immediately was the first and last cards. we open with an ace which is the start of the minor arcana and all of the aces are related to new starts or new opportunities. And then we end on the world which is the last card of the major arcana and symbolises completion and fulfilment. so this seems to be a self-contained cycle you’re entering.

I’d also like to just acknowledge how many cups cards there are here. The cups as a suit is related to emotions and the heart so this may be a highly emotional time or you may find yourself being driven by your emotions rather than logic or reason. There’s also a lot of major arcana cards which isn’t necessarily good or bad but it’s worth noting because the major arcana are generally related to Big life events or milestones whereas the minor arcana are more sort of every day things. so this seems like it’ll be a significant period for you. but lets have a closer look at it all.

So like i said, the aces are related to new opportunities and the suit of cups is tied to emotions and the heart. So the ace of cups is related to new things or new situations that are cause for strong emotions. A lot of the time it’s connected to romance but in this career reading it’s probably more likely some sort of new opportunity, particularly related to creativity. There’s a lot of potential here, all you have to do is reach out and take the cup. But it’s not all happiness. The ace is being clarified by the three of swords which is a card of heartbreak and suffering, It can be through delays or absences, unrest or confusion. Any sort of disruption or incompatibility. This could indicate something going wrong at work. A worst case scenario could be being fired/retrenched but it could also be related to people you work with or just a tough work environment that you struggle with. Something here isn’t looking good though. The ace of cups can relate to intuition or spirituality as well so it might be that you’ve had a gut feeling something is coming or you might have noticed changes happening around the work place and if that’s the case I would definitely listen to your gut and prepare yourself for bad news. But there is definitely a silver lining here. The 3 of swords isnt the main card, the ace of cups is and that says to me that while something will go wrong it will open you up to finding something new which is a better fit for you. It might even be that the bad thing happens to someone else and consequently you take over their roll or something like that. But if you’ve been thinking about starting up some sort of creative endeavour, like an etsy store or writing a novel, this is the time to push forward with it.

Then we have the page of cups and the fool. There are two court cards who appear in this reading so one may be someone you’ll associate or work with but it��s entirely possible that both of them represent you. The page is imaginative and sensitive. He’s a bit of a dreamer and often has his head in the clouds. This definitely fits in if you’ve been considering a new side hustle or if you’ve been thinking about making a change in your career path. the fool as a similar sort of energy but he’s less dreamy and more of a free spirit. he isnt worried about where he’s putting his feet, far more concerned with what he’s experiencing in each moment. He’s innocent, sometimes naive, but also courageous and more concerned with having fun. In relation to career and finances he’s definitely a symbol to take the leap - whether it’s selling art or putting your hand up for a promotion or leaving a job and finding a new one. The fool says go for it, especially if it’s something you’ve been dreaming about doing. There’s a very fresh and energized feeling in these cards and it seems you’ll soon be presented with an opportunity to follow through with your dreams.

next is three major arcana. Justice is about doing things in the right way without cutting corners. The fool might be impulsive but justice is reminding you to do things right the first time so you don’t make a huge mistake that ruins all your plans. The tower is interesting in this position. I won’t sugar coat it, usually the tower is about a drastic, dramatic change. The kind of thing that shatters your world, sends everything crashing down around you. Together with Justice it could be a sign that some sort of truth is going to come out that turns things upside down for you. If you’ve been stealing office supplies or embezzling money (hopefully not) it is going to come out. On the flip side it could be about someone else’s lies being found out. If you’ve been involved with any workplace disputes recently the justice card is a sign that things will go in your favour as long as you’ve been honest and fair. And this could relate to that big change that’s going to open the new opportunity of the ace of cups.

But I don’t feel like that’s exactly it. If the tower had shown up next to the 3 of swords i would say yeah that’s it. But with it being sandwich between justice and the hanged man i feel like it’s something else. So let’s look at that hanged man. It’s a card related to sacrifice, release, and changing perspective. In relation to career it could symbolise feeling stuck or uncertain about where you’re headed. So together these three cards could be advice for you or a warning of sorts. They’re saying that the big change and taking that leap of faith the fool asks you to take, won’t be easy. There will be times when you feel like you made a mistake, like you’re in over your head and you’ve gotten yourself into a tower situation that is so much worse than whatever the 3 of swords you left behind was. You will think about throwing in the towel. you will think about giving up. But don’t listen to those voices. Justice is on your side and the scales will rebalance for you. It might take some readjustments, it might take rebuilding parts of your plan, it might take a fresh perspective. But you will be vindicated in your choice to try something new and things will clear up.

Finally we have the queen of cups and the world. The queen of cups is a bit of an upgrade to the page from earlier. Of course, the queen may be someone you’ll turn to for advice or help. But I think she could also be you, closer to reaching your goal and the end of the cycle. The queen of cups is compassionate. She is calm and comforting. She symbolises devotion, pleasure, success. Where the page dreams and imagines, the queen creates and acts. She’s also a reminder that whatever you do as a job should help you feel emotionally fulfilled and not just financially. Especially since she’s being clarified by the world which is related to fulfilment as well as harmony and completion. The world comes at the end of a journey. It represents assured success and is associated with getting that job you want as well as graduations and celebrations. It’s a sign that if you take this opportunity that will present itself soon you can turn it into something you love and which can offer finance stability. The World is also about the start of a new cycle though. As one thing draws to an end, or one goal is reached, you see there is still further to climb and more to accomplish.

I drew you 4 of the archetype cards as well as a few numerology and elemental cards.

So the archetypes first. Thanks for requesting this deck by the way! I don’t often use it so it was nice to bring it out again! The thought behind these cards is that everyone’s personalities and psyche is made up of a number of different archetypes, some more evident than others. And these archetypes may change as you grow and also depending on the situation you’re in - you might act one way at work and another with your friends. I think traditionally these cards would be used to describe people but I’m hoping they can give us some insight on traits you can use in relation to your career as well as general sort of knowledge about the situation presented in the tarot cards. Each archetype as a light side and a shadow side which reflect both positive and negative aspects.

The first archetype is the Alchemist. Light - transformation of base motives and goals into golden wisdom. Shadow: Misuse of power and knowledge that come through spiritual practice. - to me this really fits with the tarot cards. The main message of the tarot was to seriously consider whatever dreams or fantasies you’ve been thinking about in relation to your career to to go after them and i think thats what the light attribute is really getting at here. You have the power within yourself to turn you little goal into something big and beautiful.

Prince. light - romantic charm and potential for power. shadow - using power for self-aggrandizement. This is interesting considering the number of cups cards we had and how often they’re linked to romances. The prince may be someone you come across, maybe someone involved in whatever the 3 of swords situation is. However, the prince is also seen as a ruler in training and if you’re appearing as the page of cups to start and gradually becoming the queen, then it’s also quite possibly related to your journey.

Trickster. light - transcending convention, stuffiness, and predictable behaviour. shadow - manipulating others through duplicity. This card could be linked with the fool perhaps, unpredictable and kind of wild. It also reminds me a bit of that justice card, especially if you’re taking it from an angle of “someone did something wrong and they’re being caught out”.

Child: Magical. So, according to the guidebook there are 4 archetypes that everyone will have one of but each of them have multiple versions. The child is one of those and here we’ve drawn the magical version. light - seeing the potential for sacred beauty in all things. The belief that everything is possible. shadow - pessimism, depression, and disbelief in miracles. believing that energy and action are not required for growth. this definitely feels like its related to the ace of cups and the 3 of swords, believing that something wonderful can come from something painful. It may also relate to the page who spends his time dreaming rather than acting, like the shadow attriubte.

From the numerology deck we got personal growth, effort, and pride. personal growth indicates a time of significant growth and improvement and that is absolutely reflected in the tarot cards above. theres a lot of potential here and a lof of cards that suggest this will be a turning point for you. Effort is a sign that things coming will require some hard work from you, extra effort to overcome obsticles and challenges. but when the going gets tough the tough get going and you are definitely tough enough to handle it. And Pride to me represents that you will be proud of what you can accomplish through this hard work.

Finally, the element cards: magnetism (attraction) and rock (endurance). there are magnetic forces that are pulling you towards this change and this opportunity. this could tie in with the intuitive message of the ace of cups, if you’ve been able to sense things shifting. rock is another card that points to things being difficult at times and it’s saying you have what it takes to get through them and to find success and happiness.

#woof #this was a bit of a long one.#i dont think i can get through the last couple of readings tonight #since i have work tomorrow #but i will answer them asap #i might try and get them written up over lunch tomorrow even if i cant get onto tumblr to post them until after i get home #i'll defs try to have them up by this time tomorrow though!#i'd say i'd post them on wednesday when i normally have a scheduled day off #but this week i'm covering for someone and actually working weds and thurs #but dw! they are coming!#card readings

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chemicalmagecraft · 5 years ago

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The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 28

A/N: Sorry about the wait. I made a new fanfic (btw if you like ATLA but think it needed more deadly airbending ninjas check out A Black Wind Howls) aaand then college started back up...

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I opened my eyes and deactivated my Quirks and skills, stepping on the perfectly generic object with one foot and jumping off a moment before it fully dissolved. "That was way smoother than it had any right to be," I muttered as I checked the time. About an hour had passed since I entered my mindscape. Huh. It felt like it was longer than that. Maybe time passes faster in the mindscape? I checked the text boxes that had popped up while I was meditating. It looked like the menus I'd tried to open when in my mindscape had opened in reality, for one... I closed them and looked at the ones that were left over.

Your WIS has increased by one! (x4)

Your DEX has increased by one!

Your CON has increased by one!

Shock Sphere (Active) LV1 EXP 1.49% MP 100

That was surprisingly good for an hour of meditation. Especially because neither of my stat boosts were set to WIS. I guess stumbling around in one's own mindscape is a great method of self-discovery. For one thing I decided I should probably stop raising All Might on such a high pedestal. Maybe I'd ask him if I could call him Yagi-sensei?

I shrugged. "I wish I could talk to the past bearers in the real world, though. They were really nice. Plus having seven seasoned heroes that I can ask for advice at any time would be really handy. Too bad I can't just invite them to my party." I thought about that for a minute. "Actually, can I do that?" I recited the party invitations and crossed my fingers. One by one they appeared in my party window and I opened up the voice chat.

"So is this how your party ability works?" Kaizen asked.

"Honestly I didn't think that would work," I said, "but I'm really glad it did."

"We're glad it worked too, kid!" Daigoro added.

I laughed. "Thanks! There are probably going to be times when I can't talk and have to use the text chat, and other times where I'll have to disband the party temporarily, but you guys don't mind keeping me company, do you?"

I heard Shimura chuckle. "I don't mind at all. And I'm sure the others don't either."

"I'd be glad to keep you company," Honenuki said.

"Better than playing another of Ichigo's stupid games," Hikiishi added.

"Hey!" Ichigo said indignantly.

"They are fun, but it does get old sometimes..." Sokolov muttered.

"Not you too!"

I laughed. This was going to be great.

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Bakugou Katsuki: youre real fuckin blase bout the voices in your head deku

Shigaraki Ichigo: To be fair we are actual people and we can only be voices in his head using his Quirk.

I'd decided that, because Kacchan already knew about One For All, I would tell him about the past bearers. I did it on the morning of the day that we were going back to Yuuei. He was surprised, but almost immediately shrugged and said, "You know what, this might as well fucking happen." Currently we were on the train to Yuuei.

Hikiishi Jiroku: if you think about it, we're like ghosts haunting your friend.

Bakugou Katsuki: oh like thats so much better

I saw a young girl with bright eyes staring at us out of the corner of my eye. "Mommy, it's the magic people!" she shouted to a woman next to her that I assumed was her mother.

"Don't bother them, Chi-chan," the woman said.

"Are you talking about us?" I asked the girl.

She gasped. There were stars in her eyes. Literally. "Yeah! I watched you guys on the sports festival! Your fight was awesome!"

Kacchan smirked at the girl. "You know it, kid."

She bounced on her feet. "Yeah! You guys were all like bam, pow, woosh!" The rest of the people on the train were starting to look at us. The girl pouted. "I wanna be a cool hero like you guys, but my Quirk is dumb..."

"I'm sure your Quirk is great!" I objected.

"All I can do is make my eyes glow."

"Well I mean for one thing you can probably use it to see in the dark." Kacchan said.

"That's the only way I can use it, though!"

"I wouldn't be too sure," I said. "Can you control how bright it is?"

She nodded. "It's hard, but if I try really hard I can make it as bright as a flashlight for a bit."

I put my hand on my chin. "I'd bet that even All Might would be thrown off if someone he was fighting randomly shined a flashlight in his eyes. And if you practice really hard you should be able to make them even brighter." I poked Kacchan. "Believe it or not, when his Quirk first came in all he could do was make little pops."

"Just make sure not to hurt yourself practicing," Kacchan reminded her. "Quirk strain is not fun. I mean, mine was probably a lot fu- a lot worse than yours would be because it's caused by explosions and not glowing, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful."

The girl nodded excitedly.

"And be careful in general," I said. "Hero work is dangerous. I suggest you learn martial arts or something like that if you really want to be a hero."

"Like you're one to fuc-" Kacchan caught himself before swearing. "Like you're one to talk, Deku."

"Fair enough. You should also try to learn some magic. It's a lot more versatile than Quirks, plus you can probably enhance your Quirk with magic." I winked. "Just be mindful of property damage."

She beamed at us. "Yeah! I will!"

Her mother smiled. "Thank you. She loves heroes."

I chuckled and rubbed the back of my head. "It's actually pretty flattering."

"Yeah, I got my first fan!" Kacchan said. He reached over to give the girl a high five. She looked really grateful, so I gave her a high five too.

"Thank you both sooo much!"

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"Damn, this is some heavy rain," Kacchan muttered from under his umbrella while we were walking to Yuuei.

"What bad luck, huh?" I said. I also had an umbrella, but at the same time the water was subtly avoiding me so I didn't even get slightly wet. Having so many elementals can be very convenient.

"What are you two doing, you're going to be late!" Iida shouted at us from behind. He was wearing a poncho and jogging.

"What the fuck are you doing, Glasses!?" Kacchan shouted. "This is not the fucking weather for a nice morning jog!"

"There is no wrong weather for a nice morning jog!" Iida shouted as he passed us.

We managed to catch up to him in the entrance hall. "I heard about your brother, Iida," Kacchan told him while he was putting his boots in his locker. "If you need to talk to someone about it... well you probably shouldn't talk to me, but I speak from experience when I say that Inui-sensei is very willing to help."

"Inui-sensei?" I inquired.

Kacchan grunted, blushing slightly. "Hound Dog," he muttered.

"I appreciate your words, but I don't need to talk about it," Iida said as he closed his locker door.

"Iida, it's okay to not be okay," I said. "It doesn't make you any less strong. Even All Might has his bad days."

"Thank you, Midoriya," Iida said as he started to walk away. "But I'm okay. I promise."

I frowned at his title.

I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

LV 36

Iida Tenya

"I'm gonna have to press X to doubt that one," I said after he was gone.

"Deku I know you have that whole gamer hero thing going on but that joke was so fucking terrible I think I'm legally obligated to give you a wedgie," Kacchan told me.

"Please don't."

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"I have a few announcements before today's business," Aizawa-sensei said, acting like normal and not at all mentioning the fact that he was wearing, with the exception of the same scarf and possibly the goggles hidden under it, an entirely new hero costume. He kept the original color scheme, but his outfit looked like it was inspired by a more close combat-oriented fantasy wizard that wouldn't look out of place in a JRPG at all, complete with a wizard hat and a collapsible bo staff holstered on his belt that Observe told me was made with an experimental design that let it more effectively channel magic. He was also clean-shaven for once, though he still had the dark bags under his eyes. It made that scar he got from the USJ incident stand out a little more.

"First," he pointed to Shinsou, who was standing awkwardly next to him, "we have a new student. Make him feel welcome or whatever. Now sit down, Shinsou. There's an empty seat behind Midoriya."

"Congratulations, Shinsou!" I told him with a smile when he sat down. "I knew you'd get in!"

"Thanks," he said, then looked at Aizawa-sensei. "Was he always wearing that weird martial artist wizard outfit?"

"No, that's new. Scarf's the same, though."

"I thought so."

"If you're all done talking," Aizawa-sensei said menacingly. "We're having a very important hero informatics lesson today." He grinned evilly. "Pay attention, because this could affect your entire hero career." A terrified murmur broke out in the classroom.

"This is not what I was hoping for my first day..." Shinsou muttered.

Kacchan, who was sitting in front of me, looked back at him. "Eh, don't worry. Aizawa-sensei's just a fucking drama queen like that. Watch, he's gonna say that this is just us picking our hero names." He pointed at Aizawa-sensei.

"You'll be picking code names today," he confirmed, as if on cue. The class cheered, causing him to glare at us with his Quirk activated. His hat floated slightly before he turned it back off. "This isn't just for fun. You'll be going on a work study soon, so naturally you'll be needing a hero name to go by. Are there any questions?"

Kaminari raised his hand. "Why are you wearing a wizard outfit?"

"Are there any questions about the work study?" Aizawa-sensei glared at him.

"Is there any reason behind the work study?" Shinsou asked.

"It's meant to give you guys hands-on experience with hero work. Also, more than a few of you have already gotten a lot of draft picks from hero organizations already. Usually those offers are given to second and third years, who are more experienced, but there have been several unique circumstances for your class." He pressed a button on his remote, bringing up a list on the smartboard. "These are the offers that were extended to 1-A."

"Oh wow," I thought. My name was on the top of the board and I had almost five thousand offers!

"Congrats, Midoriya!" Shimura shouted through the party chat.

"Yeah, that's something to be proud of, I'm assuming..." Ichigo added.

"Good job, kid," Hikiishi said.

I sniffed and wiped the tears off my face... and desk... I thanked them over the text chat and looked at the rest of the board. Kacchan was below me at a little over four thousand offers. Aoyama, Todoroki, and Uraraka were next below us at around two thousand each. Iida, Tokoyami, and Kaminari had offers in the hundreds. Sero, Yaoyorozu, and even Shinsou had a few too.

"Don't worry, those of you who didn't get any offers," Aizawa said. "There are hero organizations that work with Yuuei to give students who don't have any offers work studies. And as I said, usually only second and third years get offers. So I'm sure you'll get at least a few by next semester."

"And that's what the hero names are for!" Hagakure blurted out.

Aizawa nodded. "That's right. Technically you can change your hero name at any time, but once you start getting popular chances are the public is going to call you the same name even if you change your name, unless it's accompanied by serious rebranding or something like that."

"Oh, is that what the wizard outfit is for?" Ashido asked.

Aizawa glared at her for a prolonged period of time. "No. Comment. Because having a good hero name before you even debut is so important..."

Midnight-sensei strutted through the door and stood next to Aizawa. "Yuuei strongly encourages the teachers of the hero course to organize a workshop session for their students before their work studies so they don't call themselves something dumb like, oh, I don't know... Eraserhead?"

"Fuck you, Nemuri," Aizawa muttered, causing Midnight to wink and stick her tongue out at him. He sighed and pulled a folding chair and some small dry erase boards out from behind his podium. "Midnight here is going to make sure the names we pick are all right. The annoying thing with hero names is that whatever you pick tends to end up reflecting on your hero career, so choose carefully."

"Wait, are you picking out a hero name, too?" Kaminari asked.

Aizawa grunted and started handing out the dry erase boards. "Against my better judgement I decided, for multiple reasons actually, to adopt a more public hero persona," he explained.

"WHAAAT!?" almost the entire class shouted at once.

"Yeah, yeah. 'Course, I need a new name for it, and the timing lined up so I unfortunately had the 'brilliant' idea of participating in this exercise with you guys, for solidarity or whatever." When he was done with the dry erase boards he put his folding chair next to Uraraka and sat down. "So for the next however long, just think of me like a fellow student. Plus Ultra or whatever."

I uncapped my dry erase marker and stared at the board. What kind of hero did I want to be? What kind of name did I want to have? I had a flash of inspiration, but... I sent Kacchan a message with my Quirk. I wanted his opinion on it.

He turned back to me. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. "Well I can see where you're coming from with that," he shrugged. "If ya really want to, go for it."

I wrote down my idea and waited for everyone else to be done. Kacchan looked like he was having a bit of trouble, but shooed me off when I asked if he needed help.

"And now you'll be presenting your hero names, starting with who's done!" Midnight said after more than a few of my classmates had put down their markers. Nobody said anything, but the air tensed when she said that. "Of course you have to present them!" she said with a grin. "If you can't stand proud and present your name to your own peers, how are you going to stick to it in the face of the public?"

Okay that made me a little nervous, but I shook it off. I was about to volunteer myself for the first presentation, but Aoyama and Aizawa both stood up before I could.

"I shall go first!" Aoyama glittered as Aizawa muttered, "Let's get this over with."

Aizawa sighed. "After you, kid."

"Thank you, my wonderful teacher!" He strutted up to the podium and stylishly revealed the name he wrote on his board. "'Shining Hero: I Can Not Stop Twinkling!' That means that you can't stop my sparkles!" As he said that, literal sparkles bloomed into existence around him. Honestly that was about what I was expecting from him.

"I like it, buuut maybe take out the 'I' and shorten 'Can Not' to 'Can't?'" Midnight suggested.

"Yes! That's perfect, mademoiselle!" Aoyama beamed.

"That's a good name?" Shinsou snarked under his breath.

"I don't know," I said, "I think it's kind of a nice name."

"Because you're a fucking sap," Kacchan added.

I shrugged. "Maybe a little."

Aizawa sighed. "Well, I guess that means I'm next." He walked up to the podium unenthusiastically and lifted up his board. "Magician Hero: Grimalkin," he read, blushing slightly. He'd put a cute little cat paw print on the end where a period would be.

"Ah, like the witch's familiar from Macbeth!" Yaoyorozu said.

Aizawa nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"I love it!" Midnight shouted. "Cute, but still bold!"

"Thanks," Aizawa muttered as he walked away from the podium.

"Now, do we have any more volunteers?" Midnight asked.

Kacchan got up. "I might as well get this over with too." He presented his name. "The Explosion Hero: Grenadier."

"Excellent! It's simple, striking, and goes with your hero outfit's theme!" Midnight commented.

"Thanks, teach." Kacchan said. "I figured it'd be way better than my first idea."

"What would that be?"

"King Explosion Murder."

Midnight winced. "Yeah, Grenadier's a lot better. Next!"

Shinsou nodded and got up to the podium. "I'm afraid it might be a little dark, but... Control Hero: Mindjack."

Midnight nodded with a grin. "I can see your concerns, but it's perfectly fine. Better than King Explosion Murder, at least."

"You're welcome for the example, I guess," Kacchan grumbled.

"Now, who wants to go next?" Midnight asked.

I stood up. "I'd like to," I said. I walked up to the podium, took a deep breath, and showed the class my dry erase board. "The name I decided on is the Gamer Hero: Deku."

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A/N: The naming session went about the same as it did in canon from that point onward, just without Midoriya, Bakugou, and the grape.

Originally I was going to make this chapter longer but then I realized that ending the chapter on the first time the name of the fic is cool.

Elemental list: Midoriya: Halitus, Dune, Rayne, Blaise, Juniper, Mifuyu, Raimon, Iggy, Sonia, and Claude Bakugou: Pyra and Leaf Tokoyami: Corvo Uraraka: Nebula and Ion Hagakure: Lucy Tsu: Bubbles Aizawa: Charlie and Cassiopeia All Might: Seth O'Scope

#fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha #The Gamer Hero Deku #GHD CH28

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ewankoseyo · 6 years ago

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private practice || mark imagine

A/N: A little thing a lovely anon requested that may have been inspired/based off of scenes/characters from the drama Touch Your Heart. If you’ve been watching it too, come cry with me because I’m not over it being over 😭😭😭

“Hey hunty! I noticed your requests are open and I love the way you write so i know you would do such a great job with writing this story. Can you do a Doctor! Mark imagine where he’s a very popular doctor and all the nurses have a crush on him but he says no to everyone because he’s in a secret relationship with another doctor (the reader) and they’re like really in love. Then one day they get caught kissing or wuteva and are known as the it couple of the hospital. Thank you! Have a great day!😘”

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“Dude, you need to get laid.”

Mark shot Jackson a dirty look as he stuffed his scrubs into his locker.

“And you need to move out of my place. There are plenty of apartments in this city, why do you need to live in mine?” Mark chided. “I’m tired of coming home to your...surprises.”

“Thats why I find you when your shift finishes and we go home together,” Jackson grinned, disregarding his friend’s sour mood. “So you don’t have to be surprised! Besides, my lady and I said we wouldn’t move in together until we tied the knot!” Mark attempted to shrug Jackson off as he loosely wrapped an arm around him, but to no avail. He eventually gave up, shutting his locker with a sigh and letting the slightly younger guy walk with him towards the swinging doors. He was decidedly too exhausted to resist Jackson’s bullshit.

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been more uptight than usual,” Jackson mentioned.

Mark gave him another dirty glance. “Because I’ve had to supervise on-call shifts the last few weeks. I’m lucky I don’t have one tonight ”

“You just need a way to blow off stress. A date might help!” Jackson advised easily as they approached some nurses chatting at the front desk. “Evening, ladies.”

“Hi Dr. Wang, hi Dr. Tuan,” the nurses chorused sweetly, quickly adjusting themselves at the counter to give the doctors their undivided attention.

“Dr. Wang, I heard that you’ve been here since yesterday because you’d been operating for nearly 24 hours straight!” Nurse So stated, earning a couple of gasps from the other nurses. “How do you manage to still look so handsome and energized?”

“I’m inspired and reenergized by how diligently and passionately everyone at this hospital is working, especially you lovely ladies.” Mark rolled his eyes as Jackson gave off his signature cheesy laugh, causing the nurses to giggle and swoon. Mark couldn’t even get mad, he knew Jackson wasn’t even trying. Jackson Wang was a simple guy. Want to make him happy? Give him enough attention and he was set. Despite his exhaustion from the nearly two-day shift, Jackson was just content enjoying other people’s company. “Thinking about my queen cheering me on from home as I’m working also helps to make the time go by faster and keeps me going,” Jackson mused aloud, patting his hand over his heart.

Cue more swooning from the nurses. “That’s so sweet, Dr. Wang. I can only dream of meeting a man like you,” Nurse Lee cooed.

“Well you don’t have to just dream!” Jackson slung his arm around Mark again. “Dr. Tuan here is very single, and I’ve been telling him he needs to start relaxing from work and go out on dates because he isn’t getting any younger.”

The nurses gasped. “Is that true, Dr. Tuan?” Nurse Jeong asked, fixing her hair and leaning inward toward Mark.

Mark sighed, shrugging Jackson’s arm off. “See you all tomorrow, don’t hesitate to page me if any problems arise tonight.” He bowed and left without another word.

“See you tomorrow ladies, hope the night shift doesn’t give you too much of a hard time!” Jackson gave the nurses an apologetic look before running off to follow Mark.

Mark vigorously pressed the button closing the elevator doors as he heard footsteps approaching, but Jackson stuck his hand through the gap just as the doors were about to shut. He gave the dispirited doctor a sly smile as he went to stand next to him.

“I don’t apppreciate you trying to whore me out to the nurses,” Mark denounced with an unamused expression.

“Whoring you out?” Jackson feigned shock. “Me? I’m doing no such thing, I’m just thinking of you! It’s hard to meet new people for guys our age and in our line of work. It’s really important to start planning out your future now.”

“Thank you for your concern, but that’s really unnecessary,” Mark replied tiredly as the elevator beeped and the doors slid open to the lower floor.

You beamed as you noticed the two men before joining them inside the lift. “Doctors,” you greeted with a small nod. “Finally getting off, I see?”

Jackson nodded vigorously. “I haven’t seen my lady since yesterday morning. She joked and said that maybe she should injure herself so that I’d have to operate on her, because that would be the only way she’d be able to see me!” You chuckled along with him. No matter how tired you were, Jackson’s liveliness was always contagious. “What about you Doctor?”

“Finally finished,” you replied with a yawn. “Luckily there weren’t as many broken arms that I needed to treat as much as yesterday, but I did have to remove a toy dinosaur from little Seungjae.”

“Seungjae?! The one from last week who got food poisoning from eating too much chocolate when his mom wasn’t looking?”

“The same one,” you affirmed, shaking your head at the memory. “That kid is something else,” you reflected with a giggle before looking at the quieter man next to Jackson with concern. “And how have you been, Dr. Tuan? You’ve been working several tiring shifts, how are you feeling?”

“I’m doing okay,” Mark gave you a small smile before averting his gaze back at his feet. “Just managing.”

“You’re off this weekend, aren’t you? Use that time to relax and recharge.”

“I will.” He smiled at you slightly once again as the doors slid open to the parking lot.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” you waved at them, shooting Mark a furtive glance as you left to your car. “Have a good weekend...”

“See, now you need a girl like that,” Jackson noted once you were out of earshot, pointing in your direction. “Beautiful, smart, confident, independent, good with children—if the way she is with the kids she treats is any indicator, I say start a family with her—”

“A girl like that?”

“Well, yeah. I would say to try and go after her,” Jackson mentioned, scratching his head pensively. “But girls like her are always taken. So maybe find someone similar!”

Mark raised an eyebrow at the younger doctor. “By your logic, wouldn’t that mean that girls similar to her are taken as well?” He sighed, shaking his head as he began to walk off. “I’m going.”

Jackson waved Mark off, chuckling to himself at his friend’s usual pessimistic behavior before it dawned on him.

“Hyung wait, don’t leave me! You’re my ride home!”

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If Mark wasn’t going to go on a date, Jackson was just going to have to bring the date to him.

Or at least he was going to have to trick Mark into going on a blind date.

Jackson originally wanted to try this over the weekend, but Mark was never home. Nor did Mark ever tell Jackson what he had been up to when he did finally come home. He would just mumble something about having to take care of something before shutting himself off in his room to prepare for work the next day. Jackson had a suspicion that Mark probably injured people during his free time, and that’s how he’s been getting his patients.

Which brought him to the following day. Jackson knew there was an advantage to him memorizing Mark’s schedule. He usually took a lunch break after 1, so Jackson knew Mark had no excuses when he asked him to join him for lunch. After much pestering on the phone and Mark scolding Jackson to stop beeping his pager, Mark finally agreed to meet him at some nearby café he suggested.

“I’m here already,” Mark said to Jackson over the phone. “I got us a table.”

“Sorry Hyung, Jaebum-hyung called in sick today and I have to take on his patient,” Jackson said regretfully, smiling to himself as he laid down comfortably on the locker room bench. “I should have told you sooner, but I didn’t have time to get to my phone earlier.”

“Jackson! You were the one blowing up my pager!”

“I know, and I feel really bad!” Jackson glanced over at Jaebum putting on his scrubs nearby and the two men exchanged silent laughs. “But don’t worry, I’ve sent someone to take my place.”

It finally dawned on Mark what was happening. “Jack-SON!”

“You’ll thank me for this later! Gotta go, bye!” And with just that, Jackson hung up.

Mark anxiously ran a hand through his hair, staring at his phone. He should have known Jackson was up to something when he asked to grab lunch together. They saw each other all the time at home and at work! Why would Jackson have wanted to meet in the middle of the day? As he looked up, Mark noticed a familiar figure walking towards him and he groaned inwardly.

“Hi Dr. Tuan,” Nurse Jeong waved shyly as she approached his table. Though she was still in her scrubs, it was apparent from her refreshed face and her hair (usually up in a bun) now down and loosely tousled that she had put some effort into her appearance. “It came as a surprise to me when Dr. Jackson told me earlier, but I never thought you’d be interested.” She looked down bashfully. “I always pegged you as the type to not pay anyone any attention, but I guess you proved me wrong.”

Mark sighed as he got up from the table. “I’m really sorry you got roped into this Nurse Jeong, but I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding,” he explained as he grabbed his coat from his chair. “You can blame Dr. Wang for this. Well then,” Mark gave a short bow before leaving Nurse Jeong standing dumbfoundedly in her spot.

“So does that mean your not interested?!”

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Jackson had had enough of Mark’s pessimism.

After the failed attempt at a blind date with Nurse Jeong and the failed group date he tried to organize, Jackson knew there was no use in beating around the bush anymore. As he marched over to the locker room, where he knew Mark would hang out for a small break at that moment, Jackson silently rehearsed how he would give Mark a piece of his mind.

When he neared the double doors, Jackson heard faint giggles from a woman on the other side. That was odd, Jackson could have sworn that the female doctors on this floor were out at this hour. Mark was supposed to be only one of three doctors on call right now. Curiosity getting the best of him, Jackson swung open the doors.

Then instantly half-wished he hadn’t done so.

Was that...your face? A-and Mark’s face? Smashed together???

Unintentionally, Jackson let out a high-pitched scream. You immediately pushed Mark off of you and sat up to straighten out your hair.

“Dr. Wang!” You exclaimed, your face completely flushed. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Yes, what are you doing here?” Mark growled, crossing his arms beside you. Jackson was used to Mark’s scowl, but he had never seen him look so murderous. “This isn’t your floor.”

“Neither is it hers!” Jackson countered back, pointing at you accusingly. “Did I just see—”

You shook your head vehemently. “No! That was just uh, Oppa—I mean Dr. Tuan was, um,” you glanced at Mark next to you pleadingly. He just raised his eyebrows, smirking at your slip-up. Yes, what were we doing? he seemed to silently challenge you in answering. “CPR! Yeah, just reviewing...CPR...mouth-to-mouth...to resuscitate...” You fanned yourself down, the room suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm.

Jackson looked at you incredulously. “Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Really?”

Suddenly you felt your pager go off. “Well look at that, duty calls!” You hastily stood up and brushed yourself off before frantically looking between the two men. “Op—Doctors, I’ll see you around.” With a small bow, you quickly scurried through the swinging doors.

Jackson looked back at Mark, whose eyes had followed you as you left. His smirk grew into a smile playing on his lips. Jackson snickered at the older doctor’s unusual demeanor. “Hey man! You and her? I did not see that coming!”

Mark’s smile quickly disappeared as he glared at Jackson. “You wanna die?!”

Jackson put his hands up in surrender. “I just—when did this even happ—is that why you haven’t been home all weekend? Because you’ve been seeing her?” Mark simply shrugged, brushing passed Jackson’s shocked form to leave.

“Like you said, girls like her are probably taken.”

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“Please be careful next time Seungjae, you’re making your parents worried!” You dotingly scolded the young patient as you escorted him back towards the waiting room. “You’re lucky it was just a sprain, if you kept playing like you did, you would have really broken your arm.”

“Okay Doctor, I will!” The little boy grinned playfully at you. “But it doesn’t hurt that much since you treated me.”

“I like seeing you too Seungjae, but I don’t like seeing you hurt!” You affectionately ruffled Seungjae’s hair. “Now anything else before your parents take you home?”

Seungjae nodded and pointed behind you. “Doctor, who’s that, the one holding flowers? He’s been staring at you this whole time.”

You turn around to see Mark, slowly turning a bright pink when he notices you notice him. He gives you a small wave before hiding himself bashfully behind the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

“He’s a friend of mine,” you replied, grinning at the boy. “He takes good care of me.”

“Doctor, you must like him a lot!”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you take good care of me,” Seungjae answered, giving you a toothy grin. “And I like you a lot!”

As you took Seungjae to his parents and saw them off—not without giving Seungjae another feeble warning to be careful while playing—Mark’s eyes never left you once.

For once, maybe Jackson was right about something.

“What are you doing here?” You asked playfully as you approached him. You pointed to the flowers. “Are those...?”

Mark held them out to you wordlessly and you graciously accepted, sniffing the petals. “I forgot which flowers you said you liked, but I knew you liked a flower, so I just got all of them to be safe.”

“I love them,” you giggled but stopped abruptly, looking around suspiciously and lowering your voice. “But why are you here? I thought you said you didn’t want anyone to know...” You caught the stares of a few nurses who were clearly talking about you two and sighed. Probably wondering how someone like you managed to snag Dr. McDreamy under the radar.

“Jackson found out, so the entire hospital was bound to find out too,” Mark explained, taking your free hand in his and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it, earning another giggle from you. “I’d rather us break the news before he did.”

“Wow, if it wasn’t for Dr. Wang...” You shook your head at the thought of the loud surgeon, blabbing over the operating table about how he found you two eating each other’s faces during a night shift.

“Actually, I can’t be too mad at him, he was right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“He told me before that I needed a girl like you,” Mark answered, shooting you a wink. “You’re beautiful, smart, confident, independent, good with children...the type of girl I should start a family with, I think Jackson said,” he stated, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oppa!” You weakly slapped him on the arm. “This is the pediatric ward!”

“You’re right. Should we take this back to the locker room then?”

You smacked him again before burying your face in his shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?”

Mark couldn’t help but smile once again at your embarrassed self. He nudged his shoulder so you would look up at him, your face now inches from his. “As you wish,” he replied, his face slowly leaning into yours. Until...

“Hyung! First you kiss in front of me, now you’re kissing in front of the kids?! Don’t you have a life to save right now?!”

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cocofinny · 6 years ago

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But just imagine Cheerleading in Ebott what are your thoughts?

hmmmmm i would say it’s not really a thing? if anything, napstaton has all of his little clones to cheer him on during his performances which i guess counts?? :’D

ah they would hate it - rus wouldn’t mind it, i guess? but i wouldnt say that he enjoyed going on them

sans a) wouldn’t get it and b) yes, would most definitely think that something was going on with all the screaming - are they torture devices? what the hell? humans go on them willingly!?

oh ya rus would be On Board 100% - he would feed her everything as long as it meant he got to watch her bein all cute!

[and yes she would try to hide because his coddling would get very annoying like let the poor girl live! :’D]

hmm thats interesting because all i can really think of is their soul doing something [kind of like during the Omega Flowey fight]

i think they would be aware of their presence - toriel’s a bit too ‘out of it’ to really pay attention, but the brothers would probably feel the weight of them since they are quite sensitive to souls, even the deceased ones [as long as they’re strong enough] ;)

this is kinda similar to the rollercoster ask!

yea i think they would find it a bit strange that humans like to seek out frights for fun - rus would probably want to know more, and would probably like it if the outcome was a human grasping at him in a panic because then free hugs!

and, as usual, sans would find the whole thing ridiculous like who wants to get scared for fun??? it makes no sense???

holy heck OwO

asdfghj thank you??? i love you too!!

lol but id rather keep as many asks about the one subject together ;) makes it nice and easy <3

alphys has a special connection with the queen [like undyne does with asgore in UT] so she’s loyal through and through

undyne is loyal because alphys is loyal….and likes it when she is praised for her work

honestly because she’s fascinated by how they got them all to work! since a lot of monster technology is dependant on magic, she finds it amazing that humans were able to make something so intricate [albeit somewhat primitive] with no magical skills whatsoever ;)

ummm i mean i dont really like the ‘dumb blonde’ trope myself [i think its kinda mean]

i dont think the brothers would base a person’s intelligence on their hair colour? sans especially doesn’t care as long as a person is capable and is willing to do what is asked of them, and honestly anyone who doesn’t meet his standards is stupid as far as he’s concerned - like his brother…he may be very intelligent in some respects, but he’s an idiot most of the time

liiiitle bit of a spoiler, sorry!! <3

papyrus:

mentions of death, kidnapping

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mmm this is kinda cool! as far as it goes in the fic, Determination is really only the time-based magic….

i think toriel would keep them, but depending on what, exactly the magic does [give eternal youth or eternal life] they would probably die of neglect and starvation anyway :’D

and if reader were ever caught………in my mind she was 22 when the monsters broke out, so in the current timeline she’s 27, so she wouldn’t really have been captured….

BUT! thats a neat idea! she would probably do whatever it takes to survive, and maybe get through to the queen somehow? but she does have the rest of her court to win over too…………………………………… ;)

no human schools! only monster schools unfortunately!

and marriages between monsters and humans are not really allowed - humans are regarded as beneath the monster population in the eyes of the queen and her court :’)

hello! thank you very much! im glad you like it! <3

[mentions of death, kidnapping]

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its a combination of both, really - she tends to care for them as she would a monster, so feeding them monster food that they can’t consume…..and when they dont respond how she wants them to [constant crying, refusal to love her back] she just kinda leaves them, like a toy on a shelf

[thanks for all the asks again guys! sorry it took me a while to get back to them! <3]

#hi anon thank you for visiting!#long post #Fic:Panic Room #panic room spoilers #thanks guys!#sorry i keep trying to do read more but tunglr hates it??????#plz fix your site staff????????#<3

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piinkaliice · 6 years ago

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Roger Taylor x Reader

~Just Neighbours?~

(Can be Ben!Roger if you wish, also This is 70s Roger and queen isn’t that big at this time.)

Prompt: Roger is your neighbour. And after making lots of noise outside his door he couldn’t help but finally come out to meet you. I imagined the flat area to be just his and your door opposite each other like in the tv show friends.

Recommend Listening to the song intertwined by Dodie Clark while reading!

While walking unstably through the familiar streets of London, you rummage through your purse to find the keys to your apartment. Though winter was slowing coming to an end, this particular night was extremely cold. You couldn’t tell this on your skin but rather by the white clouds which escaped your mouth with every exhale. Possibly due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed tonight.

Once you find the key, you take a quick look at where you have carried yourself, and realise you had walked passed your apartment buildings.

“For fuck sakes!” You yell out loud unintentionally. As you turn around and walk back to your building.

Your flat is a small one, you manage to pay for it with the money you earn at the local bar that you have been working at ever since being kicked out of the family home. One of the perks of which is when you get to close up, you had the bar all to yourself. Precisely why you are in your current state.

You finally stumble into your flat. The stench of cigarettes lingers in the air. You start to walk up the stair while holding onto the railing, the dizziness worsening with each step. You curse yourself for living on the third floor as your pace becomes slower and slower. It feels like an eternity until you make it to the last few steps before it’s your stop. As you approach the very last step, you feel the heel of you shoe snap off. Causing you to fall forward.

A loud thump echoes through the building as you land on our hands and knees onto the cold hard floor. “Fuck,” You murmur as you sit down on the last step, taking off the painfully high heels you are forced to wear to work.

As you stand up you hear an opening of a door behind you, followed by a deep voice.

“Everything alright?” Says the man, you can tell that the noise has woken him up by the raspiness in his voice.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” You say quickly while getting up.

As you walk towards your apartment door you catch a glimpse of the man in question.

He is a tall, handsome bloke with long blond hair and striking blue eyes. He was wearing a black vest top and boxers which confirmed that that you had in fact woken him up.

He leaned on his doorframe and watches as you frantically tryed to get into your apartment.

“Hey are you sure you’re okay, you made quite a lot of noise out here.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say while looking at him over your shoulder.

“I’m just having one of those days, you know?” You said, slurring your words.

He walks out of his doorway and walks up to you. Noticing that you are clearly inebriated.

“Let me give you a hand with that.” He says.

You don’t quite know why, but you instantly hand him your key. As he opens the door, you look down at your palms and notice that they are covered in scrapes.

“Ah shit-“ you say, which caught his attention.

“What’s wrong?” He says as he turns to you and sees your injured hands.

“It’s nothing, really.” You say as you quickly make your way to your apparently.

“Are you sure you don’t need-“ before he gets to finish you close the door behind you and hurry to the bathroom.

You turn the tap on and gently rinse the blood that has come through the scrapes off your hands. The sting travels through your body. Before you begin to dry your hands, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to see the man holding your shoes in one hand, and a bottle of antiseptic in the other.

“I thought you might need these.” He said as he handed them to you with a cheeky smile.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the gesture. You watches as he ran his fingers through his gold locks.

“Just being a gentleman.” He said, as he made his way back to his apparent. The grin still plastered on his face as he walked away from you.

“Thank you-“ you said, as you began to close your door.

“It’s Roger.” He filled in. With his back turned to you.

“Though I dont expect you’ll remember that in the morning.” He looked at you one last time as he closed the door.

After tending to your hands, you got straight into your bed and fell asleep instantly. The image of Roger imprinted in your mind, still in disbelief of how kind he was to you.

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You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, trying to recollect last nights events.

As you drank some water along with an aspirin you noticed the painful scrapes on your palms. That is when it all came back to you.

Drinks at the bar after work, walk home, fall on the stairs, and the kind neighbour. What was his name again?

You roll your eyes at yourself when you notice the broken shoe laying next to your bed.

The rest of the morning goes as normal, you take a shower, get dressed and eat some breakfast. That’s until you notice the bottle of antiseptic sitting in your bathroom. You don’t remember buying it for yourself, which must mean that your neighbour had given it to you. It would only be polite to go and return it, right?

You knock on his door, and it doesn’t take long before you’re greeted with a less rough looking version of your neighbour. His hair was wet but he was dressed.

“Hey, well, good morning.” You begin.

“I just wanted to return this and say thank you. I hope I don’t cause you too much hassle last night.” You say, clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

“It’s no problem.” He says, taking the bottle from you. Giving you a smile in the process.

“How are your shoes?” He mocked you.

“Pretty useless now.” You say with a laugh.

“I recommend going barefoot next time, would probably be safer.” you both laughed.

“Well it was nice finally meeting you, Y/N.” He said, to which you gave him a shocked look.

How did he know your name?

“You were wearing a name tag last night that said Y/N, so I just assumed.” He explained. Watching as your face turned from slight shock to relief.

“Makes sense,” you say, smiling nervously.

“Remember mine?” He laughed.

You try to remember, but it had escaped your minds.

“Rob?” You give your best guess.

“You really think I look like a Rob?” He exclaimed playfully.

“Alright you got me, I can’t remember.” You said, defeated.

“It’s Roger.” He said with a smirk that is a familiar sight already.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Roger.”

“You too, love.” He waves you off as you walk back to your apartment.

In the days that followed, you couldn’t get the image of Roger out of your head.

Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Also should I write a chapter from his point of view ?

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vitalcs · 6 years ago

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sup demons! it’s your local trash queen madd coming at you with yet another bad and boujee intro. ( read here as there’s a stupid boujee graphic to distract you from how bad the intro is ksksks ) i’ll put a bit about my lil gremlin under the cut and all you have to do is smash that little heart and we can get down to business to defeat the huns :) tw drug use, murder, abuse, and a whole bunch of bs-ing on my part.

( danielle campbell, 23, cisfemale, she/her ) — whoa, was that IRIS VITALE i just saw at FULL THROTTLE? i’ve seen them around town before, they’ve been here for TWENTY YEARS. from what i’ve heard, they work for the OHARA family. for a INFORMANT, they’ve been known to be -APATHETIC and -VITRIOLIC, but can also be +DAUNTLESS and +CORPOREAL. i hope they don’t cause too much trouble!

iris was just another bastard child born into the gang life. her mother was an escort for the deluca family, her father unknown. her early childhood life was filled with about as much sunshine and rainbows as you could expect.

her mother was really great at parenting, you know, when she wasn’t passed out with a needle in her arm or getting her ass beat by whatever prince charming she was living with for that month.

iris learned to adapt to new places early on, how to cook her own cans of spaghettios by the age of five, how to make mama healthy by helping inject her medicine into whatever vein she could find in her toes or the backs of her knees.

and she was a pretty little thing even then, loved by all, perhaps loved a little too much. momma had a nasty habit of not paying her debts and as she grew older the responsibility fell upon iris to take care of the debt by whatever means necessary.

watching the way her mother dealt with life and problems she learned a whole new set of morals, or lack thereof. and the stellar parenting job done eventually ended with her finger on the plunger that caused her mother’s fatal overdose.

but even after all of that she still wanted to make something of herself, to get out. with all of the moving around and late nights, she didn’t exactly have the grades for college. so when one of those army recruiting booths showed up in her high school cafeteria promising her a new life for the low low price of a four year commitment who was she to say no?

and it was a really fantastic couple of years. she became a combat medic and she learned some new skills, traveled, got a great tan. it was like spring break in ibiza if you ignored the flying bullets and pretended your bunk was equipped with goose down pillows like any five star hotel.

but working for the government didn’t pay quite as well as she wanted it to and they had all of these pesky rules that she wasn’t exactly the best at following. like …. don’t get caught sleeping with your commanding officer!

so iris got handed her divorce papers from uncle sam in the form of a dishonorable discharge and headed back home for a new lease on life.

whatever goals she’d had as a teen fell by the wayside and it was all too easy for her to slip into a life she knew like the back of her hand. now twenty-one and with youth still on her side she decided to capitalize it, renewing her loyalties to the deluca family she picked up a job dancing at heaven on some nights, with the possibility of a whole lot more if you slipped her an extra couple of bills under the proverbial table.

but perhaps by a stroke of pure dumb luck, the only time she actually paid attention in class was when they had a short little lecture on capone and his many issues with the government. so she picked up a job slinging drinks at full throttle for tax purposes which is where you can find her most nights either behind the bar or wasting her feeble paycheck on well drinks. ( also because she has a great time sassing customers and threatening unruly patrons with the baseball bat she keeps behind the bar. his name is alfie )

but her loyalty to anything other than her latest fix was always a little circumspect and a few months ago she signed on to be an informant of sorts for the oharas so ..... watch out for that to literally blow up in her face.

SKIP TO HERE IF YOU DON’T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT HER PAST!

she’s kind of a little unhinged? she holds it together pretty well most of the time but her absolute lack of morality is …. an issue.

she’s got quite the mouth on her and isn’t afraid to lash anyone who gets too near.

likes the sad eyes bad guys mouth full of white lies.

overflowing with sarcasm.

she’s got a pretty bad habit of lying but is also blessed with the gift of brutal honesty when it suits her.

doesn’t like to play those woe is me my childhoood was so rough games, lacks sympathy, gets angry and throws things.

has a cat who hates…….everything

5′2″ but her attitude is 6′1″

will do just about anything to chase any sort of high but coke is hands down her favorite.

has 0 filter when it comes to anything

has a plethora of tattoos to match her bad attitude and a few piercings to boot ( nothing crazy. her money maker isn’t a pin cushion. )

typically dresses a little like a bum. ripped jeans, beanies, torn fishnets and combat boots. short dresses and messy hair. high waisted shorts and body suits. war torn chucks. your typical trash millennial.

she’s basically your local beth cassidy throwing herself off the top of the pyramid and daring death to take her.

loves cheese fries, picante chicken ramen, and sliding across the floor in her socks.

says fuck……..a lot. probably has a thing for your dad. ..... and ur mom. we’re equal opportunity here with the mommy and daddy issues.

she’s a mole in the deluca family for the oharas.

i am .... a total hoe for pinterest so if you want to check out her board thats here.

OH HEY LOOK I THOUGHT OF SOME PLOTS FOR ONCE

after a rough childhood she picked up a passion for self defense and not being taken advantage of again so if someone wants to be like a sort of sparring partner that would be cool beans.

i’m honestly….. i love angst so much so give me some terribly toxic on/off relationship. male or female, doesn’t matter.

a roommate! an old friend from when she was a kid maybe if they’re in the same gang or some poor soul she found on craigslist if they’re a normal civilian.

cross gang friendships? sign me up.

saltmates, someone she can just complain with and gossip with and hate 98% of humanity with.

she spent the majority of her life around here so some ex from high school would be groot. make it angsty and toxic pls!

good influences! she needs some of those in her life though i warn you she will probably make your muse go bald in the process.

maybe someone who really helped turn her head to working for the oharas

annnnnd theres nothing like a good enemy plot .

this has been the worst plot list ever in the history of the world

#immoral:intro #this intro is brought to you largely by the copy and paste feature :D so pls excuse any slip ups #i did my best to get all the pertinent details right #tw abuse #tw murder #tw drug use

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