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in-daddy-price-we-trust · 2 years ago

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All I Wanted - Part 2

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 3

AN: Here it is! The Long awaited part two !!

Hope you enjoy this just as much as part one !!

Price POV

This was not what they needed right now. When 141 first heard of a potential weapons trade for El Sin Nombre going down in Amsterdam, they couldn't wait to get on the field.

The suspense was killing them as they waited for the right moment. They knew at this point that trying to stop the deal would be more hassle than worth. So the plan of waiting for their food to come to them was a better solution.

Price stalled however when he saw her step out. No way this was who they were after. No one in a cartel would go about wearing over-pink clothes. It was stupid. Even more so when she started shooting back, with a pistol as well.

"Ghost, move in," the static of the radio crackled before a grumbled copy sounded back. Price watched as Ghost snuck up behind her, his feet silent as he kicked her knees in and knocked her out.

"Well done Ghosty," The Scotsman, Soap, cheered over the comms, making his way down to the evac truck they scheduled.

She sat in-between him and Ghost. "No way she's with Nombre," Gaz announced after a few minutes of silence, "She's a child!" A hum left Soap's throat.

"That's why we integrate her, Nombre or not, we can still use her to our advantage," Price concluded, sending the group back into quiet before she awoke.

Gaz was right. She was a child, barely reaching 16. Guilt hung heavy in his heart as he thought back to her crying. Cheeks red with tears and eyes puffy.

He dragged a hand down his face, muttering a 'Jesus Christ' under his breath at the discovery. Eyes flicked across the room, every single soldier in that room seemed to suffocate in the amount of tension.

With a heavy sigh, Price spoke again. "How about we make a deal?" her head shot up at the words, a mix of emotions slathered across her features. From here he could tell she was picking apart his words.

"You, stay with us and get a place to stay," Price's eyes drifted to his team behind her.

"But - you have to help us catch our guy," The words cemented in her brain, slowly nodding along to them. It couldn't be worse to what she was used to, can it? Worse case scenario, she runs away again.

"Okay," it was final, "But I need to get my gear first."

The drive was quiet. The radio played some random pop song that she muttered the lyrics too, fingers drumming on her thighs.

The boys seemed glad she accepted the deal. Although it may be the fact she was a minor and by the sounds of it, partaking in crime activity. Of course, this wouldn't be as different but at least all expenses were paid for by the government.

The car lulled to a stop, pulling up in front of the hotel. The door slammed shut before Price even registered her unclicking her seat belt leaving him to race after her.

A smile graced her lips as she greeted the lady at the front desk, who then proceeded to side eye Price. He would too if he saw a teenager going up to a hotel room with a 40-something-year-old man.

The pair continued to be silent in each other's presence, even when her fingers slipped together pressing and pulling on each one as a sort of fidget. The lift dinged at the second floor, Price hot on her heels to the hotel room. She muttered the number continuously under her breath, 105.

Number splayed in gold, she struggles to get the keycard from wherever she managed to store the thing, like seriously, where did she put things?

The door pushed open to the room. The white linen sheets still a mess from when she woke up this morning. What caught his eye was the absurdly bright duffle bag that sat on the middle of the hardwood floors, from where he stood he could make out the top of a pink sniper.

'Jesus the girl knew how to stick to a theme, that's for sure..'

Diligently she picked up the weapons she managed to slide into nooks and crannies. Picking up stray plushies along the way. Price tried to help, but whenever he tried to pick up a cuddly brown bear he'd get holes burnt unto his head. So he eventually dropped it, opting to stand near the door.

Before long she came up to him, bag over her shoulder and a determined look in her eyes. The trip back to reception was awkward. The same tense atmosphere seemed to follow like a shadow. The lift dinged again, the robotic voice announcing their arrival.

She marched over to the receptionist, explaining she was checking out early (even though there was still two weeks left) and saying if anyone needed it to let them have the room for free. The soft spoken words melted the workers heart, promising to do as told.

Your POV

Price was awkward. Maybe the commanding aura around him clashed with yours of innocence. But - you both knew yours was fake. To some extent at least.

"Why did you make a deal? - with me?" It was a genuine question. The want of appreciation and validation flooding through your veins.

His eyes flicked down to you, noticing you already looking him in the face. He huffed a laugh at it. Soft, warm. "Well - I'm not just going to toss a kid out on the street, am I?" It was the truth. Voice of honey and liquid gold washing over you. Clouding your brain.

"Thank you, Price."

"Doll, wake up for me yeah?" a hum fell past your lips as you stirred awake, rubbing your eyes.

"Are we back already?" voice hoarse and scratchy, a yawn coming from you mid sentence.

Price chuckled at you. 'Glad someone finds this amusing.'

"C'mon love - I'll show you to your new room and you can have a kip in there, kay?" His voice was soft, almost like the words would make you shatter and crumble like glass. Though it worked, pushing you out of the passenger seat of the car and onto the (now) familiar gravel plaza. Pink mary janes dragged behind you, sleep seeping into your bones.

That was soon rushed out of you when Mohawk appeared in front of you and Price. "Hi lassie, names Sargent John Mactavish but Soap is fine!" He beamed, pearly whites flashing down as you appeared wide eyed at him, stunned at the sudden (and quite frankly, loud) appearance. He threw a hand over his shoulder, pointing at the other figure you completely missed, "And that's Gaz." It was the shorty of the group, giving you a sheepish wave and a sympathetic smile at the loud Scot.

Price placed a hand on your shoulder, a slight apology maybe? You found yourself staring up at him before speaking, "Uhm.. thank- thank you Soap-?" cursing yourself for stumbling over your words. The nicknames getting caught on your tongue at its strangeness. "What kind of name is 'Soap' anyways?" He laughed at that, full belly laughed. Sort of high like a bell, although pleasant.

"M' Afraid I can't tell ya that, confidential," It was spoken with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The smile contagious and making the pink bands of your braces show. "Why don't Gaz and I show you to your new room?" A glance to Price and his nudge of the head allowed you to accept the offer, Soap instantly grabbing the bag from off your shoulder and pulling you along, going on to ramble about his hometown in Scotland.

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mx-your-name · 7 months ago

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His Goddess - 2

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, minimum Obsessed Adam, mention of willing to kill angels and sinners, Adam trying to fight a literal GOD, slight mention of sized and mommy kink, a weird ass dead Angel willing to do anything for you that goes by the name of fucking ADAM!

-Like any normal day you were awake doing business whether it was watching over the mortal world, heaven, or hell

-Just then you had to get called into a meeting making you even more annoyed while you were trying to maintain all three places which were all chaotic.. Lute was a mess after Adam’s death with Sera and Emily trying to cheer her up or something, hell was hell, and Earth was just a mix of heaven and hell that was 10x worse than both

-And to your no amusement only to find out that the meeting had lasted for three hours!

-Not only did you miss out on normal day activities you do but Adam was also panicked on where you were at

-He had woken up and went to the normal spot to find you NOT there so he thought you were in your library or something? Nope! Garden? Not there either! He had looked everywhere only to find no one, not his goddess in sight

-Adam knew he shouldn’t worry since you were not only a HOT GODDESS but one that is more powerful than the other four

-Including your hot and sexiness

- *s i g h s in d i s a p p o i n t m e n t*

-Image him calling you tall milf or Mommy cause how you always towered over him.. yeah weird motherfucker but we still love him

-You see how cocky he is about himself just wait until he tells you all the cool stuff that he had done for you to fall more in love with him but fails miserably, you already saw everything he had done from the start of time itself

-Size kink, you can’t tell me otherwise! Whether it’s you or him that’s taller! He’ll still have a size kink no matter what!

-Still calls you a bitch but instead he says, “milf bitch,” or “tall bitch,” or “hot bitch,” or even “mommy bitch,” He’s still coming up with more nicknames for you till this day, yeah weird motherfucker am I right?

-I regret doing this but I love him sfm…

-Has told you multiple times that you belonged to him and him alone which is like 5 or 6 times PER DAY sadly..

-Of course he trusts that you’d never leave him for someone else like who would? He’s Adam! The first man! The dickmaster! He just doesn’t trust that goody tooshoo Cupid guy that talks nonstop about love this and love that

-Yeah.. he definitely had to tell himself that he was the only one made for you and you alone. He fucking CACKLED for the past 5 10 minutes about that

-Meanwhile you were super bored in the meeting which was talking about what to do with certain IMP’s in hell that were going back up to the human world messing with the people and killing them after getting more calls from clients and shit about that

-You were really wishing you brought Adam in here to make it entertaining and have some views from a person that knew sinners personally that just wanted to kill them

-Now when you were looking through the eyes you have everywhere and saw Adam laughing to himself then leaving to grab a drink and sip on it, maybe it was in fact the best idea to not have him come to this Gods meeting

“I say we just go down there and handle them ourselves! Sooner or later they are gonna need to learn to not FUCK with the human world and just stay in their damn place! Maybe we should even give Stolas a visit about him letting those IMP’s use his book that was passed on through his family from us!” Demeter shouted slamming her fist on the table now standing up from her chair knocking it over making it tumble onto the ground. The vines alongside the wall as decoration grew bigger fast from her anger that was swelling up inside of her.

“Not only that but they are messing with nature! The nature that I took my time growing! The nature that I took my time out of my schedule to plant in the place that was needed and thought out only from it all gets mostly destroyed by.. fucking IMP’s!” Her shouting was heard throughout the entire room and through the giant down for all of your 40 foot tall frames. The vines growing faster and faster the more her anger boiled, Eros shirking down a bit muttering how this didn’t feel like a lovely conversation anymore.

Themis sat there, her hands intertwined neatly on the table, staring at Demeter through her blindfold over her eyes with a straight face. Ares felt the anger that was all so familiar that he knew during the wars he went through time and time again for humans only that was never really appreciated or respected anymore nowadays. You knew every emotion that everyone was feeling, you sat at your seat in between both sides. Resting your face in the palm of your hand that stood up on the arm of your chair wanting this meeting to be over since you still had stuff that you needed to get down.

For example like making sure that Adam hadn’t gone mad when finding that you were missing and leaving your place without him. It was always important to him that when you left you had to take him with you since he was always feeling like you were just cheating on him with that Cupid guy which Adam refers to him as. Yeah you had to tell him just because you're leaving without him doesn’t mean you're doing any of that with Eros after all he wasn’t anything more. That but also because Eros already basically had two wives since he is Cupid.

You also had to remind Adam that you two weren’t dating, which Adam acted so dramatic about crying that you didn’t love him anymore. He had crocodile tears going down his face, sighing as you lifted him up in your hands telling him to stop crying. When he thought you weren’t looking he had a smirk on his face knowing that he won the conversation. He “always” did, instead you only let him since Eros told you over and over that he could feel Adam’s love for you raiding off of him, but told you privately that the love Adam had for you was more toxic and possessive but still said it was so cute to see the love between you two!

“Demeter, please calm down. We’ll get this whole situation sorted out in no time and you know revealing ourselves to anyone besides to the certain people that know about us would mess up everything and would cause chaos to arise. We’ll all come up with a plan on what to do, maybe we could speak to Stolas about the matter after all he knows of our existence because of his family.” You told Demeter, breaking through the tension between everyone once snapping out of your thoughts about the matter you're gonna have to deal with when getting back to your place.

“I sincerely apologize, [Name]. I’m just a bit mad for what those IMP’s are doing to my amazing plants down on the planet Earth.” She explained, her vines shrinking back down with a swipe of her hand. Her once chair that laid on the ground was now sat back up thanks to her plants that sprouted from the bottom of her feet. Demeter sat back down in her seat with a swift motion, Eros now sitting back up in his pink chair that had hearts on it that was designed that was to his liking.

-After that whole thing the meeting went completely normal figuring out ideas and coming up with a way to get what Demeter wanted without breaking any of the rules

-Never have you been so thankful in your life when the meeting finally ended letting all five of you go back to what you were doing before the three hour long God and Goddess gathering

-Snapping your fingers you were easily back at your place, Adam who was watching television with a slurpee in hand sipping on it

-Your once 40 foot tall height shrunk down to ten feet that was still taller than Adam since you didn’t feel comfortable being short cause it didn’t fit you, that’s what you’d always say

-Once you sat down beside him on the couch expect him to immediately cling onto you like you were a jungle gym or something

-For a warning he ain’t ever gonna let go until he feels that he can but will still cling to your side wherever your heart leads you to

-Threatening anyone that he deems competition that’ll try and fight for your love

-Yes he HAS in fact threatened the other gods even the goddesses about staying away from you his lover

-Oh my YOU! He almost died a second time thanks to Ares but it was stopped by you. Adam knew that you’d protect him but didn’t show it telling you that he could’ve handled it on his own

-no… just no-

-Adam so wished Lute was here so he could show you off to her and say he had hit the jackpot on finding the one that was always meant to be his lover from the start

-He does miss Lute most of the time feeling a bit lonely without his best friend by his side but at least you're here with him! Not like you're ever gonna leave. He wasn’t able to die again with him by your side and you wouldn’t be able to die since you are a LITERAL goddess

-Had tried to convince you to bring Lute up here multiple times but you told him that you weren’t able to do that for the sake of the rules that were written down for you, you did tell him that if she did die that she would come up here and could stay here with the two of you if he wanted. Adam agreed with little hesitation because he realized that he might get you all to himself but if Lute was her she could protect you like your bodyguard

-As if you were gonna need one! If anyone tried attacking you they’re flicked away and if they did manage to after trying to get to where your at

“Oh come on Sugar tits! You will live Lute and we both could get what we want! I can have my best pal with me and you could have another person to add to this house that could pretty you!” Adam tried convincing you, walking side by side in the garden of flowers that Demeter had set up for you since she said your house was a bit dull m, that was but it wasn’t anymore when Adam arrived here and moved in total with your permission.

“I had already told you Adam, I’m not aloud the only way she could come up here is if she dies WITHOUT it being caused by me or any of the others.” You told him for the second time in the past two minutes man. Wait sugar tits? Oh great another nickname for you, guess it was a bit better than bitch mommy, gross. “Oh don’t be like that babes, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s just one person!” Adam said, slurping on his slurpee in hand, his golden wings resting behind his back. He no longer had his weird looking mask since he had died without it on.

“You ask one more time and I’ll take you going on walks with me in the garden away no scratch that, I'll take you sleeping with me away for a whole damn week if it makes you be quiet.” That had gotten Adam to shut up rather quickly huh guess that’s one of the things he doesn’t wanna go a week without or even a single day. He had bugged you so much one time so you kicked him out of your room for a whole night, he slept outside the door and apologized for what he did later that morning. He couldn’t even stand the feeling of sleeping without you in your big giant bed together.

Nodding your head as you continue your way through the garden admiring the flowers that Demeter had made for you. It was rather normal for all the gods or in other cases goddesses to give the others housewarming gifts. Demeter gave all of you plants and flowers, Eros had gotten any pink and pastel colors to represent love. Ares had gotten all shades of red and some black ones that often had both colors mixed to represent the war for him which he loved gladly.

Themis had gotten just blue that were all shades since she only wanted blue and some were white as an exception since Demeter said it was too bluey for the whole garden. You had gotten all kinds of colors since you were creation and creation could make any color and another part of the garden had darker shades of colors including black, all shades of gray, brown, and etc to represent the destruction.

Ares gave every person some knight armory stands along side the outside or inside of the huge like places you all live at to represent the protection of knights that could come to live from his power to protect the place it guards if anything tried to ever attack which was very unlikely but better be safe than sorry. Eros gifted everyone scented candles with your favorite scents and always gave you all new ones every once or two weeks cause the old ones melt away but that’s okay!

Themis gifted everyone scale if anyone needed an option on anything if you don’t ever make up your mind or see where a person should go to be either reincarnated or whiling them from the face of the entire existence. Your gift to everyone was to make anything they wished for since you had creation letting you create anything with the power of your magic that didn’t break a single sweat from you.

“How does a nice dinner and a movie tonight sound to you?” Breaking the silence with ease as your hand held the flower between your fingertips, the beauty is always surprising on how pretty and amazing things can look if you just focus on the present instead of technology, staying inside all day, or just not giving a single care about the world at all. “That sounds awesome, sugar tits.” Adam quickly agreed, grinning ear to ear, and there that nickname was there again.

Not able to hold the smile back from appearing on your face, letting out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids open up revealing [color] eyes that had a star in the middle of it as the pupils. What made you even more beautiful to Adam in the scenery was your smile that would be worth a thousand or even more words that he spent in a heartbeat. But also because of the way you looked at him with pure eyes that seemed to easily overpower anyone if they tried to fight you, yet again they held both the sunset and sunrise you would always want to see with your significant other every day at any given chance that was open for free.

The sun shining brightly behind you making your appearance glow brightly made Adam feel like he fell so much harder for you than he already was. If he thought he was already deeply in love with you, this one handed split second had sealed the deal on his love that he felt for only you. And the way you were looking at him with laughter and a smile he knew you must love him back. If it wasn’t his cockyness talking he would say that he was glad you were starting to love him but maybe not as much as he loves you but that’s okay cause he could love you with all the love he’d offer. Maybe even kill sinners and angels combined to see you give him that smile every day.

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earthstellar · 9 months ago

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Just thinking about how close Miko came to getting killed in TFP "Con Job"

But not the scene where Fake Wheeljack grabs her;

I'm talking about the scene where she's in a hallway deep in the base, alone with Fake Wheeljack

He asks for where something is, and her response is a deadpan "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to crush your spark" or something along those lines.

Fake Wheeljack isn't familiar with humans. He can't be 100% sure if that's a real threat or not. Sure, she's tiny and squishy, but what are humans capable of?

Fake Wheeljack has her alone, away from the others at least far enough that it might take a little time for them to respond to any screams.

He doesn't move to attack, because he doesn't want to blow his cover unless it's unavoidably necessary, and because if humans really can put up a fight, he wants her to take the first swing to see what she's got.

She may not register as that much of a realistic threat, but she did technically threaten him, and Decepticons (with the exception of Knock Out, via movie night) have little exposure to humanity. He may not understand human sarcasm.

And after all, scraplets are tiny little things, yet look at all the damage they cause. I think Fake Wheeljack is sizing up Miko, just for a moment here. Just waiting to see if she might try to act on that threat.

Miko breaks the tension with a quick "just kidding", but for a moment there, there is a real fear that he might just decide to snuff Miko out while he has a good, clear chance to do so.

Of course, Miko doesn't know how close she came to being killed.

She didn't know she was speaking to a Decepticon.

Sure, she likely realised after Fake Wheeljack was exposed as an imposter just how dangerous an encounter it was, but in the moment...

... It's a very adult fear, being evoked here.

It's a child speaking to an adult who is someone other than who they say they are, with hidden motives, while alone in a secluded space with relatively few places to run to. She trusts him, because she thinks she is a friend of her protector, an adult she already trusts. And her protector likes this guy, so why wouldn't she?

Miko thinks she's playing around with a cool tough guy buddy, but in reality, she is extraordinarily lucky that he did not take the very easy shot that he had to take her out away from the eyes of the others.

Later, he does directly threaten her life.

But I think Miko was arguably closer to death in this scene rather than when she was grabbed and held hostage; A hostage is protection. Fake Wheeljack likely wasn't actually going to kill her then, because there would be nothing stopping the Autobots from opening fire on him if he lost his hostage.

But in this earlier scene, nobody was watching. He could have killed her, walked out and claimed she was running around deeper in the base, pretending to be on a "mission", because that behaviour is in line with how he's seen Miko behave since his arrival. He knows she's a bit more energetic than the others, she's more into "being tough and cool", it's something she would plausibly do.

Fake Wheeljack would return, the Autobots wouldn't be overly surprised to hear Miko got distracted by her imagination while messing around in the base, and they'd give it just enough time before going to actively look for her that the ground bridge would be back online and Fake Wheeljack could make it back to the Nemesis -- Leaving the Autobots to find her body after he was already gone.

This would also potentially frame the real Wheeljack for her death, if Fake Wheeljack's cover wasn't blown before departing, in this scenario.

Really dark shit.

I haven't seen this episode in a while, but it popped into my head and felt like it was worth talking about, because TFP does a great job of utilising adult fears in a way that isn't blatant enough to upset younger audiences, while also registering the real depth of the potential threat to older audiences who will recognise things like this.

Anyway, glad Miko survived, because holy shit this could have been grim.

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 5 months ago

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I know you've touched on it in your Gamzee Essay/general alternative timeline post but may I hear some more about your ideas regarding GamTav (or only Tavros)? You get these two in a way the broader fandom doesn't (which is fine, I'll still reblog even the most vanilla ooc art of them) so I'd really love hearing more of your thoughts:3

Ok, I think this is going to be someeewhat controversial, but I think they're destined for pale together, despite Gamzee's initial flushed flirting. I did in fact reread ALL of Tavros's logs for this.

I think the first thing we need to establish is that Tavros actually feels really shitty about himself. It's obvious that his problem is "self-esteem," since he's constantly prattling on about it, but there's a bit he says as Tavrossprite that's pretty enlightening as to where his actions stem from:

TAVROSPRITE: i SYMPATHIZE ENTIRELY WITH YOUR SOCIAL IMPASSE, cAUSING NOT GOOD REFLECTIONS ABOUT YOURSELF, tHAT MAYBE ALSO DOUBLE AS LIBERATING STUFF ABOUT YOU THAT YOU RANDOMLY DECIDE IS FINE SUDDENLY, TAVROSPRITE: oLD ACQUAINTANCES, aND GUYS YOU ONCE CALLED FRIENDS, TAVROSPRITE: tHOSE ARE VERY HARD, TAVROSPRITE: bECAUSE OVER TIME THEY GET EXPOSED TOO MUCH, tO ALL MY FLAWS AND INSECURITIES, TAVROSPRITE: aND THEY START LIKING ME LESS BECAUSE OF THAT, TAVROSPRITE: aT LEAST, tHAT'S HOW THE TRUTH FEELS, iN MY BRAIN, TAVROSPRITE: sO i START THINKING, mAYBE THEY CAN'T BE THAT IMPORTANT TO ME, aFTER ALL, iF i'M GOING TO WANT TO FEEL NOT SAD ABOUT MYSELF ALL THE TIME,

He has a mixture of self-loathing and social anxiety, the latter of which exacerbates the former, as his mind tells him that his friends secretly hate him. However, his real problem is what he then does with those feelings - he avoids them and the situations that cause them. This causes two major knock-on effects: the first is that he actively ends up distancing himself from people who ARE nice to him and DO care about him, only adventuring with Vriska because he's a pushover and she's very pushy (he adventures completely alone up until that point, and winds up sleeping almost all the time afterwards); the second being that, because he refuses to actually sit with and address his negative feelings about himself (or anything else), he's never able to fix them, or remove himself from shitty situations.

Something consistent with Tavros is that every time he tries to make a decision before his death and Vriska-prototyping, it's by trying to rely on something external - whether that's his imaginary friend, his robot legs, or the story of Pupa Pan... or relying on advice from Kanaya, or seeking approval and forgiveness from Vriska, or earning flushed interest from Jade. He believes himself to be deeply flawed and untrustworthy, so he allows other people to make his decisions, and when relationships do get intimate enough that someone might get him vulnerable, he peaces out. Even his ill-fated attempt to kill Vriska is heavily encouraged by Vriska herself:

AT: aND THAT BEING THE CASE, AT: eVEN THOUGH i'M TERRIFIED OF YOU, AT: aND nOT AS STRONG, AT: oR REAL CONFIDENT, AT: oNLY MOSTLY FAKE CONFIDENT, AG: Yeeeeeeees? AG: Go on. AT: i THINK, AT: i AM GOING TO HAVE TO STOP YOU, AG: Yeah! That's the spirit. AG: Pretty weakslime threat there, 8ut it's a start. AG: Tell you what. AG: If you can find me in this la8, you can have at me. AG: I'll even give you a free shot! No funny 8usiness or anything. AT: oK, AT: tHEN, AT: hERE i COME, AG: I'll 8e w8ing. <3

As we see with Jade, whom he's attempting to flirt with flushed, he's actively trying to impress her using "self-esteems" explicitly gained from "fake" things he's acknowledging as fake - that is, refusing to be genuine and vulnerable with her, because he doesn't believe anyone would like him the way he actually is.

AT: bUT WHAT ABOUT, AT: mY ATTRACTIVE BRAVADO, AT: aND IGNORING MY INSTINCTUAL COWARDICE HARD ENOUGH TO SAY THAT i LIKE YOU, AT: iSN'T THAT, AT: sUPPOSED TO BE VERY ATTRACTIVE, aND ENCOURAGE THE MAJOR HAVING OF FLUSHED FEELINGS IN OTHERS, AT: i GUESS WHAT i MEAN IS, wHAT ABOUT ALL MY CONFIDENCE, AT: wHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT,

His "dating" Vriska in the dream bubbles is also dubious and one-sided at best, as John calls him out for faking it and Tavros isn't willing to bring up wanting the Ring of Life because he was planning to propose to Vriska. Thus, once more, he's attempting to use something disingenuous (in this case, a human proposal) to win another person's affection, which he believes would be a symbol of actualizing his "self-esteem".

We also literally see him do the "deciding someone wasn't actually important to you after all, so it hurts less when you cut them off before they can hurt you emotionally by noticing your flaws" thing with Nepeta - he actually quite likes Nepeta, and would certainly have enjoyed having her play the game with him, but he assures her that it's not a big deal basically immediately, and insists he'll just find someone else:

AC: :33 < tavros im sorry i cant be on your team :(( AC: :33 < im not allowed AT: oH, AT: tHAT'S OKAY, AT: tHEN i GUESS HE SAID NO, tHEN, ... AC: :33 < hmm purrhaps AC: :33 < but i still f33l bad AT: i'LL FIND ANOTHER PLAYER, iT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, AT: gOOD LUCK, bEING, AT: oN THE BLUE TEAM, AC: :33 < ok thanks :((

But, perhaps most strikingly, is the way he leaves his good friend Gamzee on read after Gamzee suggests... gasp... intimacy.

TC: WhEn wE Up aNd sTaRt tO KiCk aT ThIs rEd TeAm NoIsE, TC: YoU ShOuLd mAkE YoUr wAy tO GeT YoUr hAnG On aT My hIvE. AT: oH, yES, tOTALLY, TC: We cOuLd sPlIt a tIn oF ThE PiMpEsT SnEeZe i gOt oN HaNd, BaKeD Up aLl sPeCiAl fOr yOu. TC: AnD ThEn mAyBe mAkE OuT A LiTtLe. AT: uH, TC: ;o) AT: , AT: ,,

It freaks him out, and he's never seen hanging with Gamzee again. And this is a huge shame, because not only is Tavros one of the only people who is nice to Gamzee and appreciates his religious beliefs, but Gamzee is one of the only people who hears out Tavros's genuine insecurities and desires without making fun of him:

AT: tHE ONLY THING MORE FLY THAN THE RHYMES, AT: i'M SAYING TO EXPRESS ALL MY MALICES, AT: iS THE ABILITY HE HAD i WISH WAS MINE, AT: iNSTEAD OF i GUESS, THIS EXCESSIVE PARALYSIS, TC: (lOoK OuT FoR ThE HoOk bRo!!!) TC: GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS, gEt oFfA ThOsE WhEeLs. TC: If mIrAcLeS ArEn't fAkE He'lL GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS! AT: bUT HIGH, iN THIS CASE, hAS DOUBLE THE MEANING, AT: iT MEANS HE CAN FLY, pLUS DOES HIGH SELF ESTEEMING, AT: tHAT'S TWO THINGS HE HAS, tHAT i'D RATHER WERE MINE, AT: hIS TWO FLAPPY WINGS, aND hIS BIG HEALTHY SPINE, AT: oOPS, AT: tHAT'S THREE THINGS,,, TC: GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS, gEt oFfA ThOsE WhEeLs. TC: If mIrAcLeS ArEn't fAkE He'lL GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS!

(Compare:)

PAT: i'M SORT OF, lYING ON vRISKA'S FLOOR RIGHT NOW, PAT: lIKE, iN HER BLOCK, PAT: lYING DOWN, PAT: uHH, yOU KNOW, bECAUSE i CAN'T WALK, CCG: OH NO SHIT REALLY??? CCG: YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.

He isn't able to do a REAL self-confidence at least until he gives Vriska the bird and flies away, for the first time asserting that he thinks she's an asshole and doesn't actually want or need her validation or approval. After that, he's able to convince a ghost army to follow him using friendship and asking and niceness. Breath powers! Also Page powers! Also actual self-esteems! Although I don't personally hold anything after Game Over as anything more than soft canon, I think we can still see a fairly straightforward character arc reach a natural conclusion there.

But as to why I specifically think him and Gamzee are destined for pale, despite what appears to be flushed leanings from Gamzee's end, and despite the fact that I usually believe what the comic tells me, is because what brief few interactions we see between them are very much pale in nature, and it would be kind of narratively bizarre if Gamzee were set up to have a failed moirallegiance - the quadrant described as "soul mates" - without managing to find his real soul mate after. And who's it going to be? Equius? Or the guy that Gamzee literally says he feels "at chill with" talking to?

Gamzee kissing Tavros's corpse is often used as evidence for his desire for flushed, but I disagree - however Gamzee feels about Tavros romantically, kissing a dead player is how you revive them, so it reads to me - especially given how sad Gamzee is about Tavros dying - more like a desperate act to bring him back. Lest we forget, Terezi also gives it a try, and Karkat kisses Kanaya for the same reason - the reality that their extra lives are gone hasn't sunk in yet for these 13 year old kids, so they must try revival even if they know it won't work.

Moreover, Gamzee indirectly describes Tavros as his "best friend," after having called Karkat that through most of the game, and having an implied pale crush on Karkat during that time.

TC: YOU MOTHER FUCKING KNOW, BROTHER. TC: its the fuckin puppet. TC: THE ONE THAT'S ALL GOT TO BE MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND I GOT NOW. TC: now that my other buddy managed to be having his head chopped off. :oC

Moreover moreover, what Karkat cites as being the cause of their moirallegiance's failure is Gamzee's religious beliefs:

KARKAT: HE STARTED GETTING SO UNBELIEVABLY SELF SATISFIED AND PIOUS, LIKE WAY MORE THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. KARKAT: LIKE HE'S JUST SO COMPLETELY CONVINCED HE'S FOUND HIS CALLING, THAT THIS SESSION IS THE GATEWAY TO THE PROMISED LAND WHERE HE'LL FULFILL HIS DESTINY. KARKAT: HE'S SO CAUGHT UP IN HIS IDIOTIC SCHEMES HE COULDN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME ANYMORE.

Which are explicitly what Tavros invites Gamzee to speak on, and appreciates:

AT: yEAHHH, yOU CAN TALK ABOUT THE CLOWN THINGS, wHICH, AT: i DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND EVER, bUT THAT'S OKAY, AT: bECAUSE IT'S KIND OF FUNNY, AT: wHEREAS, i'LL ADDRESS SOME TOPICS PERTAINING TO MY INTERESTS, AT: aND i GUESS, pERSONAL MOTIFS, TC: YeAh! FuCk YeAh, ThAt Be HoW sHiT's AlL uSuAlLy Up AnD fUcKiN lOcKeD bRo. ... AT: dO YOU HAVE TIME FOR, mY MIRACLES, rELIGIOUS FRIEND, }:) TC: Do yOu gEt yOuR NoTiCe oN Of tHe mIrAcLeS AT: sO MANY, uH, gRATUITOUS EXPLETIVE, mIRACLES, tHE MAGIC MOTHER, aLSO eXPLETIVE, mIRACLES, TC: FuCk yEs, HeReS WhErE ThE SlAm tUrNs tO NoThIn bUt hOnKs... TC: HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk TC: HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk AT: HONK, TC: FuUuUuUuUuUuUuUuUuCk! AT: iT'S LESS APPROPRIATE FOR ME TO DO THE HONKS, tHAN YOU, bUT THAT WAS STILL GREAT, TC: YeAh, BrO. yEaH!!! AT: tHE SLAMS WERE TRULY PRIME, aND, AT: yOUR RELIGIOUS VIEWS, tHOUGH i DON'T SHARE THEM, aRE, AT: rEASONABLY INSPIRATIONAL, AT: i THINK i'M IN THE PROCESS OF RELEASING AT LEAST ONE TEAR,

But also in Tavros's single conversation with Gamzee, we see Tavros stand up to a highblood:

TC: :o) HoNkHoNkHoNkHoNkHoNk AT: }:o), hEH, TC: hAhAh FuUuUuCk, YoU sToLe My FuCkIn NoSe BrO! TC: WhAt GoT yOu EvEn Up ThE gUmPtIoN tO aLl FuCkIn Do ThE sHiT lIkE tHaT? AT: eRR, i DON'T KNOW, iT'S JUST, AT: kIND OF THE OBVIOUS THING TO DO, AT: sTICK THE CIRCLE IN FRONT OF THE DOTS, aND, bEHIND THE BENDY ONE, AT: pLUS, oH YEAH, mY HORNS, TC: hAhAhAhA. AT: mAYBE WE CAN SLAM ABOUT IT, ... TC: fUuUuCk, So FuCkIn FrEsH. TC: YoU nEeD tO bE sLaPpEd FuCkIn SiLlY wItH a MoUtH lIkE tHaT! hAhA. AT: aND, iF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH IT, AT: tHEN i SUGGEST YOU GO AND RAP IT DUDE,

He feels safe with Gamzee, enough to take a bit of an attitude with him, enough to open up about his insecurities about his disability and how much he wishes he was like Pupa Pan, and Gamzee explicitly states he feels calm when he talks to Tavros, which is the stated function of a moirallegiance.

TC: Me tOo, BrO, yOu mOtHeR FuCkIn kNoW ThErE Be sOmE Of mY EyE's RoYaL JeLlY To gO WiTh yOuR EmOtIoNaL pEaNuT BuTtEr. AT: wHOA, aHA, hA, TC: ThIs iS BeAuTiFuL, dUdE, i fEeL So aT ChIlL WiTh yOu. AT: yEAH, fRIENDLINESS WITH YOU IS, pRETTY MUCH ALWAYS NICE, aND FUN TO HAVE,

And the thing is, trolls are constantly getting into moirallegiances when they want to be flushed (Eridan, Kanaya), having palecrushes when they want to be friends (Gamzee), and winding up flushed with their moirail (pale solfef is forshadowed in the same breath as pale erikar, and they don't seem to confirm a matespritship until after Sollux's actual flushed crush, Aradia, explodes). Especially for Gamzee, who was neglected by his lusus and struggles with social interaction to the point where he feels like he has to hide his real self (casteist beliefs, constant talk of religion and murder, which, by the way, come out when he talks to Tavros), it'd be easy for him to mistake the "instinctive attraction" of moirallegiance for the passions of matespritship.

These thoughts are all pretty disorganized - I'm really sorry, it's super late/early for me and I'm exhausted for other reasons - but I hope that that . was what you wanted? hahah

#homestuck #gamzee makara #tavros nitram #gamtav

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vithe-potato · 2 years ago

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Pregnancy headcannons for Neteyam and Lo'ak pretty pretty please? Ilysm ❤️

I love you too!! </3

Neteyam and Lo'ak with a pregnant reader?

Lo'ak

The Bitch is clueless to fucking everything

He doesn't know how none of this shit works because he never really had a reason to care

He acts like you're dying, like you're supposed to be on bedrest or something. Sometimes you just get really pissed at him for it, especially with your hormones.

Like you will be carrying a basket of berry's you gathered and Lo'ak runs up behind you, "Do you need help with that ma y/n?" - usually you would love the help from your sweet and adorable mate, but he is constantly trying to take things for you and 'help you out' it is honestly just making you feel useless - "No Lo'ak, I do not need any help, thank you." you said with irritation.

Luckily Jake knocks some sense into him, I can't even imagine how going through Neytiri's pregnancy was like but Jake definitely now knows his way around pregnant women. He can see the tension brewing between the two of you and poor Lo'ak has no idea what to do (which is kind of infuriating to you) so Jake ends up giving him some advice.

Things start to go smoother with Jake being Lo'ak's (unknown to you) wingman. You and Lo'ak start to communicate more about what you want. Eventually though, as your stomach starts to get larger, there are some things you have to holdback from doing.

Yet you are still very stubborn and it is hard for you to except that you are not in great condition, Lo'ak is right there with you, finding things for you to help out with temporarily without having to lug around heavy things or do hard work.

He cares a lot about you and he wants you to know that

I can see you two having late night talks about your future little one running around, what kind of things you would teach them, and what story's you'd tell. With you cuddled up to Lo'ak's warm chest, one of his hands rubbing your back and holding you close to him while the other rubs soothing circles on your growing tummy.

He even talks to your baby sometimes, whispering sweet things to your stomach about how he can't wait to meet them.

I can see him wanting a boy but ending up with a girl and absolutely loving it, like I've said before, he is a girl dad. He would just be so good with her.

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Neteyam

Neteyam is just straight amazing tbh

He has seen his mother going through pregnancy, so he somewhat knows what it can be like

His protective instincts that are already natural to him just- SKYROCKET to a whole new level

He always wants to be next to you, always looking after you, like Lo'ak he is always trying to help out

Yet, unlike Lo'ak he is not even going to argue with you about participating in your regular activities, he's basically calling the shots for you. He tries not to be controlling but he really wants to protect you.

This obviously leads to an argument, and you start to distance yourself from him. This basically kills him, and you, both needing to be near each other during this time. But as you are both being stubborn as fuck, other people have to get involved. It is surprisingly Neytiri who approaches you first, remembering when she was first pregnant and hating to see you both this upset. She helps you see Neteyam's side a bit clearer, and nudged you and him to talk.

You eventually came to a compromise (with a lot off kisses and cuddles)

He doesn't care what gender the baby is

I can imagine him carving little toys for them, he is literally counting the seconds to your due date

And if you got nervous about it at all, he is immediately there for you. Reassuring you, praying with you, and getting you into a better place in your mind.

He already loves this child and he hasn't even met them yet, he can't wait to teach them everything he knows. Somtimes you guys are talking and he gets WAY ahead of himself. "Nete, the baby is still growing."- "I know ma y/n, I was just saying that when they get their Ikran maybe we could climb-"

He will get you anything you want or need. You have a spacific meal you're craving? Done, he just left hunting to get it. You need another pillow? Boom, he's laying down behind you. Need a message? Want entertainment? You're sad? All taken care of, he's now a professional masseuse, actor, and shoulder to cry on.

In conclusion he is a very cute and very caring partner throughout your pregnancy

I have parenting headcanons out! I'm thinking about writing their reactions to figuring out you're pregnant.

Masterlist

#Lo'ak #Neteyam #lo'ak x reader #neteyam x reader #lo'ak sully #neteyam sully #lo'ak headcanons #neteyam headcanons #lo'ak fanfiction #neteyam x y/n #neteyam #sully family #lo'ak #lo'ak x you #lo'ak imagine #avatar: the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow

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a-roguish-gambit · 3 months ago

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How is morph gonna tell logan they have their pregnant somthing cut like hiding tiny shoes in his or are they not gonna get the chance too?

They will probably get the chance as unlike rogue and gambit who aren't necessarily trying for anything and keep getting little ones as a result, Logan morph are actively trying. So Logan is probably checking in and asking if they are experiencing symptoms and such.

I imagine there's a few false alarms.

Logan makes a comment "how the hell is it easier to get pregnant through a one night stand than several months of trying..."

"well you can ask rogue...she seems to be an expert at it...she's already on bun batch two..."

"1. No way 2. Crimeinently! Already?! It's barely been a year and a half. What are those two, rabbits? And 3. Why didn't she tell me before you???"

"in fairness you tried to kill Remy the first time."

"yeah well he was the one screwing around with her without putting a ring on her hand first. And then he ran off after finding out-"

"to steal that those wedding bands his dad refused to let him use-"

"we didn't know that at first! Point is, I deserved to be told."

"well if you want when I'm finally knocked up we can wait to tell her."

"hell no she's gonna be one of the first shes practically family."

"....so you clearly aren't that upset then...."

"*grumbling* oh fuck you"

"you better if you want to get a baby before they are on their third!"

Anyways....Logan probably finds out really quickly. Any time morph gets sick any time their period is slightly late Logan is running to Beast to get them checked over to see what's up. So they would likely get the news together.

To which the reaction would be

Morph:.YESSS! HAH! TAKE THAT MOTHER NATURE! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR THE STUBBORNNESS OF QUEER MUTANTS! *Clicks their heels and whoops, much to beast's dismay*

Logan: Jesus finally. We finally managed it. Was starting to worry it would be impossible and yet here we are...I'm gonna actually get to see my baby be born this time....woah...

Morph: this is so exciting! Logan! Spin me!

Logan: huh?

Morph: *jumps in his arms* SPIN ME! SPIN ME LIKE A GIDDY BRIDE!!! I'M PREGNANT!!!!

Logan: *shrugs* why the hell not. *Spins them around*

Beast: guys... please...I know you are excited but there is so much glass in here please don't knock anything over...

#morpherine #romy #morph and wolverine #dad wolverine #nbpreg #kevin sydney #logan howlett #mod talks #hello stranger #turn of the century au

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theanxiousghostartist · 2 months ago

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TMAGP 30 Spoilers

(Reactions and Theories for S2)

Man, this one was a wild ride...

Sam and Celia:

Sam, pick up the damn phone!!

Alice doesn't understand, Celia? What doesn't Alice understand? That you are from another world? That you need Sam to manipulate so you can figure out what happened? Sam's trauma with the Institute and his need to figure out what happened to him?

Celia is definitely pushing Sam towards Hilltop Road. There has to be something important there...

Celia, what's your plan? What are you going to use Sam for?

How does Celia know that they are safe on the train? I assume she is just saying it to Sam to calm him down but still. It's true that [Error] was on the train, but they never attacked them. Maybe they aren't after Sam and Celia but something on Hilltop Road? The rift perhaps?

Alice and Colin:

I get why Alice chose to go after Sam and Celia, after all, she knew that they were in immediate danger. Plus, to everyone else, Colin seems to be "overreacting." He kept mixing up "I" with "Freddy," I wonder if he is Becoming? Maybe he is Becoming a part of Freddy? Or maybe a vessel for Freddy, like how Jonah used Elias to body-hop?

The ticket officer isn't paid enough for this. I love the transcript lol

Lena and Gwen:

Lena was FIRED???? Lena, what did you have to do for the OIAR? Who did you have to kill? What did you have to cover up?

Lena noooo, come back please!!

Theory for S2: Lena is going to appear as a mentor character and explain things, like Gerry did for Jon. I think she is going to distance herself from the OIAR, and eventually, send them snippets of information to help them figure out what is going on. She is probably going to send things to Alice, since Alice has been there the longest and didn't actively try to steal her job. I also think she might go in a vigilante - style to destroy the Externals, since she isn't restrained by the OIAR anymore.

Sam and Celia:

Ok, so Sam did eventually read some of Alice's messages.

17, I wonder if that number is a reference to something. I might have to more digging on this one.

"We want your teeth!" Dentist -> Stranger, probably. Maybe the Flesh or Web?

Knocking from the Gray's Appliances? Maybe the Buried or Spiral. I'm leaning more towards the Buried since the coffin had knocking while the Distortion's Doors were more settle and luring.

Someone works here???

Celia got that reflex during the apocalypse.

His bit seems like he's had to tell a good amount of people to stay away. I wonder how many people he's saved.

It's not supposed to be reassuring Sam )):

Alice: Yeah! Go save Celia and Sam!! :D I get that the Taxi Driver didn't want to get involved with anything. Glad that they stayed behind.

Statement:

[Error]!!!! The Custodian was able to resist the Compulsion more than Sam. I wonder if it's because they have been in a close proximity to the Fears.

So, there was a lot of dried blood on Hilltop Road, makes sense, especially if they were hunting for people to mark.

The owner had a wide smile, and didn't like questions being asked, so probably an Avatar?

1997- A drunk guy went into buy a lighter and was marked by the Desolation by a "haggard yet eager old woman," so probably not Agnes.

The store Patience had mannequins that were alive. Definitely the Stranger.

And then the Owner basically threatened him to not look into things anymore. Interesting.

The Owner died in his office, with all his blood vessels strung around. Maybe the Web?

At the end of his statement, the Custodian begins to turn into concrete, and Transform, saying that Hilltop and he are one. Maybe [Error] is triggering a Becoming-like Transformation and he is becoming a vessel for Hilltop Road. The transcript says, "he is gone." not that he died, so maybe his identity is gone? Maybe this is what happened to [Error]?

Sam and Celia:

Celia's tone here is very scary tbh.

Stairs, to a basement... Isn't this how Sam and Alice released [Error]? Even when she's joking with Sam, her tone is just not right?

It's the rift!!

I don't blame Sam for snapping. He's under a lot of stress, with a headache, and this is something really big to keep from him. CELIA FINALLY SAID THAT SHE'S FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE!!

So, the worlds are out of balance and the rift is trying to force Celia back while she sleeps, and she wanted to sacrifice Sam to the rift, so she could stay with Jack, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it before [Error] came in. Is it because she likes Sam, she would feel bad sacrificing him? Why couldn't she find someone else? Like pretend to go on a date with a random person and take them here and push them in. Why did it have to be Sam?

Oh, maybe it's because Sam was involved with the Institute? But she was originally going to go to Hilltop Road with Sam AND Alice; Alice would stop Celia from hurting Sam, and Celia knows this, so maybe she was going to sacrifice both of them? But then the world would still be off-balance.

Maybe because Sam gave his statement to [Error] it connected him with the Institute more so that it would work?

[Error]!! And Celia's giving a statement about the Stranger! "AT LAST. IT IS MINE." Do they mean Celia's statement from another world or the rift? What do they want to do?

Sam is going to fight the [Error]. Go Sam!

Alice: GO ALICE!!!

Oh, so maybe I'm right about the Custodian, since they are still talking.

Gwen: I have a feeling Lena keeps alcohol in her office to cope...

Gwen, did you not realize that you got the job??

Gwen, you need to think this stuff through. You don't even know what your new job is. 😭 She has your full support to do WHAT Trevor??? Theory: I think that Trevor is alluding to killing Lena here and telling Gwen that he'll help her if needed. But because Gwen doesn't know wtf she's doing, Lena is going to live and go into hiding, which will come back to bite Gwen later.

Alice and Celia:

Sam and [Error] feel into the rift??? So, are they going to show up at Hilltop Road in TMA!Verse?

But the universes will be off-balance again, won't they? So maybe someone from TMA!Verse will be pulled through to maintain balance?

If someone does come, I think it will either be Melonie King or Annabelle Cane.

Melonie -> She is one of the only TMA!Verse characters that don't have a counterpart that we have met in TMAPG!Verse, so this would be a way to bring her in.

Annabelle Cane -> Annabelle was at Hilltop Road, and we have not heard anything about/from her, so I like to think, especially since Hilltop Road is a place of huge Web activity, like the Institute is for the Eye.

Overall thoughts: Great episode! 10/10! Did not expect half the things that happened! The only thing that could have made it better was another cameo lol.

Old Predictions:

I was basically completely wrong. The only thing I might be right about is that 'someone will Become', but that is not confirmed yet.

Predictions for Season 2:

Colin is going to Become a vessel for Fr3D1 and become something like [Error].

Lena is going into hiding and is going to observe the OIAR from afar for a while. She might try to send some information to Alice.

Teddy is starting to Become and get involved with the Externals, he will probably die.

Gwen is going to struggle with her new job and start relying on Fr3d1 for help. She will be manipulated by Augustus. She might become a vessel for him.

Alice and Celia are going to go back to one of their places after having an argument about what happened to Sam. Celia will explain everything to Alice and the two will continue working together at the OIAR. They will also start investigating the Insitute deeply and try to get more information out of Helen and Gertrude. Alice is going to resent Celia, but she will still work with her for Sam's sake.

Sam and [Error] are going to arrive at Hilltop Road in TMA!Verse, and [Error] is going to grow significantly weaker because of their distance from the Fears. They might start giving their own statement and we will get clues to their past identity, but we will not have a definite conformation of their past. Sam is going to find the ruins of the Institute and find someone, probably Barisa, Melonie, or Georgie, and rope them into helping him get back to TMAGP!Verse.

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laylarevengers · 1 year ago

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{ DON’T BLAME ME. }

manjiro ‘mikey’ sano x fem! reader.

bonten! mikey.

warnings; implied romantic relationship w sanzu, past relationship w mikey, cursing, guns, wounds, hurt/comfort (?), kissing, y/n says ‘f you’ to like everyone lol, not the best written because i’m in a rush, also some plot changes like izana and shinichiro are alive and not well.

y/n felt her breath slowly but surely get heavier and heavier. she ran through the parking, desperately trying to find the car to which the keys she has is. for a a couple of minutes, she thought she was being chased by whomever car she’s actively stealing belonged to, that was until she felt someone push her back towards the car.

it was too gentle, but she yelped as breath forcefully left her lungs. she fought back, trying her hardest to pull out the gun that was attached to her thigh, “get off of me, you motherfucker!” she yells. they don’t respond and her patience was running low.

she managed to turn around so her back is pinned against the car by the random person. she looks up and her eyes widen. she feels her words slur, but they make it out of her mouth coherent enough, “shinichiro..?” she doesn’t believe the name she’s saying, but there’s no denying it. that’s him.

“y/n, give me the car keys and go home.” she was the utmost happy to see shinichiro, but she could not let him stop her. she pushed him away, “fuck you. of course, the only reason you’re here showing your face is to tell me not to do it.”

“you think we’d just let you walk towards your death like that?”

izana. y/n scoffed. they have been gone for years. out of the picture, no contact. she fucking thought they died. “that’s none of your business. either of you.” she went to towards the car, before getting pulled away again. she looked at shinichiro with pure fury in her eyes.

“say you kill him, then what? you’ll be fucking miserable. you’ll be hunted. know how many people will come after you because you killed mikey?” shinichiro waits for her reaction. he only received a smile, “i’m already fucking miserable, shinichiro. at least after i kill him, i’ll have some sort of relief that that dick is gone.”

“he’s not some guy you can use your little toman stunts he taught you on. he leads bonten.” izana walked closer, his tone was harsh and y/n dared to say he looked angrier than her.

“i don’t fucking care what or who he leads!” y/n harshly pulled away from shinichiro’s gentle grip. “bonten is a fucking hoax. it’s horrific. who’s on top there, huh? rin? ran? sanzu? koko? kakucho? all of them can go fuck themselves. they fucking betrayed me. they stood there in front of me and choose him. i’ll kill them right after i kill him.”

shinichiro and izana both stood in silence. y/n’s heavy breath filling the cold air. “why are you doing this? to save me or save him?” she asked. “yn. i won’t let you kill yourself or my brother.” izana looked her straight in the eye.

“your brother?” she was appalled. “your fucking brother? you barely even know him, you hypocrite! now you have this saviour complex? now you want to save him? fuck you, you’re just like him!”

“don’t. don’t do say that.” shinichiro demanded. y/n looked back at him. she shook her head in pure annoyance. she didn’t say another word. she walked towards the car, started it and left.

though, the gun she pulled out and placed on the passenger seat did not go unnoticed by izana.

y/n watched from her car hidden in-between others. her gaze was on the two guards who stood in front of the club, eyeing and memorising every single person who walked in or out. she did not have a plan. every plan she has ever had went to shit.

she toke the gun and put it in her pocket. she walked towards the two guards at the front gate. “who are you?—” her fist instantly met his face, knocking him unconscious. the other guard went to pull out his own gun. y/n kicked his hand, making the gun fall. she kicked it a couple of feet away and pushed his face in the wall next to door, pinning his hands behind his back.

“where are the haitani brothers?” she asked. “you crazy bitch! what are you—” he groaned in pain, she smacked his head against the wall. “where the fuck are the haitani brothers?”

the top floor in a room with a huge diamond studded door. that’s what he said. y/n pushed throw crowds of drunkards and people dancing. the smell of alcohol was almost making her faint.

“the hell?” she pulled her hand away instantly at someone who gripped her arm.

“what are you doing here, yn?” koko yelled over the music. y/n looked at him and thought for a second, “take me through the guards and security to rin and ran.” she ordered. it felt nostalgic. almost as if she was ordering him to go talk to inui when they fought, except this time it was more dangerous and inui would do anything other than seeing koko.

things changed. they all changed and she hated it.

“no—“

“it’s the least you could do. you owe me.”

koko couldn’t believe he obliged, but she was right. he did owe her. all of them owed her.

yn walked pushed the enormous doors. she was ready, at least she thought. rin and ran looked back from the window they stared out of at her and koko. “yn?” rindou whispered. it was low and perplexed and filled with regret.

“you don’t look terrible,” y/n pulled out her gun, pointing it at both haitanis. rindou and koko’s eyes widen. ran goes to open a drawer in his desk, y/n assuming to fetch his own gun. she points the gun solely at rindou, “open that drawer and your dear little brother has a hole between his eyes.”

ran stepped away from the desk and closer to rin. he asked what she wanted to which she replied by simply saying, “call sanzu.” koko opened his mouth to object but was suddenly interrupted by y/n repeating herself, “call sanzu. now.”

rindou turned to look at ran. he nodded towards his older brother. ran picked up his phone from the desk, his gaze repeatedly turning from the screen at her. rindou broke the silence, “what happened?”

“what?”

“you’re bruised up really fucking bad. what happened?”

y/n lowered her gun. she kept it in a tight steady grip and her eyes observed every movement any of them made. “it’s not easy finding any of you. had to hit and get hit to be here.”

“thought you left.” koko said. he knew she didn’t. mikey made him keep tabs on her. check on her, make sure she’s good. he knew this was going to happen, he just didn’t know it’d be this soon.

y/n annoyingly sighed, “clearly i didn’t. now stop stalling and fucking call him.” she waved the gun towards ran. he turned the phone around to show her. ‘S.H.’ the caller id said. “it’s ringing.” ran was calm. he got mature, y/n thought.

but he was still an instigator. “why you wanna call him? miss him?” y/n laughed, “i’ll fucking kill you.” he smiled back. ran put the phone up to his ear once sanzu picked up.

“put it on speaker.”

ran sighed and obliged. “the hell d’you want?” sanzu said. ran maintained eye contact with her, “yn’s here. wants to see you,”

y/n glared at him.

“and mikey. mostly mikey. has us held up at gun point.”

“what?!” sanzu yelled on the other line. before sanzu could speak up again, y/n did not give him a chance. “i want to see mikey, sanzu. ain’t that difficult. i’ll give you thirty minutes to come here and take me to him or else i’ll kill his executives. i am armed, they are not and they’re too much of pussies to actually fight me.”

silence.

sanzu sighed, “i’ll be there in ten minutes.” he said. “five.” didn’t you say thirty two minutes ago? rindou thought. sanzu hung up and ran slowly put down the phone. he called again and told her to go to the back of the club.

y/n turned around, foolish, she knew. but they wouldn’t do anything, she also knew that. “yn.” rindou said. she turned around and looked at all of them.

“we’re sorry.”

“so am i.”

y/n assumed that the car guarded by fifty men in black suits was the one she was supposed to enter. the front driver’s seat’s window opened down. sanzu.

“get in,” it sounded like an order, but she knew it wasn’t. the look in his eyes begged her not to go into that car, for what reason? no idea. she hummed in response and went to open the door right behind him. “no. no, the other side.”

she annoyingly sighed and walked in front of the car. it looked rich. the windows were tinted black, she had no idea what or who is in the car. she opened the other door and got in.

the seatbelt she was trying to put on just in case sanzu was a planing on killing them abruptly fell off. “fuck!” she looked next to her, to where she initially was going to enter from. mikey was sitting there.

his black hair looked like izana’s. his head was turned away from her, his neck visible. that tattoo. the bonten tattoo. even without him looking at her, he looked paler and sick. she could tell he was not eating, barely sleeping and overall dying.

well, good thing she was about to end his misery.

sanzu started the car, the club fading into view alongside rindou, ran and koko who stared at them from the window. “where are we going?” y/n asked. “don’t know yet.” sanzu replied.

the tension between them was so visible it was sure to make mikey uncomfortable. he stared at her from the rear view mirror, she stared back.

“home.” mikey suddenly said. sanzu looked away and hummed in agreement. y/n glanced at mikey then back outside the window. she memorised every street, turn and movement they made.

she felt a hand on her and then her gun was snatched from her pocket. she held mikey’s hand, the one with the weapon. they locked eyes, his dull and black, hers angry and mean.

“this is a cop’s gun,” his tone was nonchalant, uncaring. “i only have it to kill you. don’t care who it belongs to.” she spat at him. he let out a small huff, “mm, it can be traced.” she scoffed, “as if someone fucking cares about you enough to try to find out who kills you.”

she knew it was bullshit. he knew it was bullshit, but he understood her point. he gently gave her the gun back.

the continuous car ride was silent.

y/n walked behind mikey into his penthouse. he upgraded. they walked behind one another until mikey stopped by his balcony. the view was beautiful. y/n felt nostalgic. looked like the view from the little cliff he toke her to with his bike years ago. where they kissed for the first time. where she became and honorary member of toman after. where she hugged as he sobbed from multiple of things that were thrown on his shoulder. where she gave him the doryaki she made every week hoping it gets better by practice. (it did)

where he broke her heart when he said he’s leaving.

“come on,” he spoke up. “do it. not gonna stop you.” she looked at him and felt her eyes burn. she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she really didn’t, but she just couldn’t. the tears fell and she somehow managed to stop herself from sobbing.

“not going to stop me? why?” his eyes glinted for a moment. it was as if there was life in them for a second. they looked the same they did when they loved her. “because i don’t have anything to live for. you’re right, no one’s gonna look for me.”

“no,” she breathed through her tears. “you do have things— people to live for. emma, shinichiro, izana, ken, takametchy, and so many other people that fucking care. but you’re right, no one’s going to look for you. they’re going to look for manjiro, not whoever you are right now.”

he chuckled, “so many except you. makes sense, i guess. you are here to kill me.” he walked closer and when he saw her not budge, he kept getting close until they were inches away. he felt the gun on his chest. he looked at her, he lifted his hand up to her face, wiping away the tears.

“i fucking hate you, manjiro. ‘hate you so much. fuck you..”

“i know.”

she closed her eyes when his lips touched hers. she wanted to push him away. she put her hands on his shoulder, ready. instead she pulled him closer. he felt so familiar. comforting. but then she opened her eyes and he looked so pale, his eyes were way more tired than they used to be. his long blond hair that she used to play with for hours end was gone. the smell of fresh baked doryaki gone and replaced with the smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes.

they parted ways and their eyes stayed on each other. “i’m sorry..” why was she apologising? why the hell was she apologising? she hated herself for it. almost as much as she hated the fact that no matter how horrible he is, how much his dark impulses increased and how much of his soul is taken away;

she would always choose him. she will always choose manjiro sano.

“no. i’m sorry, yn. for everything that happened and for everything that will happen.”

“..what?”

“you’re staying. sorry. you weren’t secretive. everyone knows you’re tied to me. can’t let you go now. never could let you go, but now you’re in danger. what’d you always say? love made me crazy.”

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icycoldninja · 5 months ago

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Can you write a headcanon featuring the DMC men with a reader who’s similar to Mizu in Blue eye Samurai

Growing up, she has to disguise herself as a man due to the fact that if the community she grows up around found out that not only she’s a half devil but also a woman, she would be doomed so her adoptive mother shaved her head when she was younger to avoid suspicion.

Fast forward growing up, she still dresses like a man, wear scarf to hide her missing adam’s apple, putting on shoulder pads for an illusion of broad shoulders and she’s rather muscular for a woman ( there’s scenes of Mizu naked for you if you want to know what body type she has )

Imagine: The gang has to go to a brothel to investigate the cases of missing courtesans and prostitutes maybe because of a demon when suddenly the brothel was under attack by a demon (who have personal fuel with the reader as it realizes her true identity) so it taunted her, slowly the boys piece the given clues that maybe their fellow “lad” (they’re kind of suspicious whether or not she is a girl) is a lass after all

All of a sudden, the demon who was berating her started to tear her top out, revealing her chest binded with a binder and that confirmed their suspicion. Enraged, she started going off on a killing spree on the demons that had been hunting her and her fellow comrades and to avenge them for humiliating her

So here’s the link of the fight on ytb: https://youtu.be/vktZkdhfs4s?si=YPlG1F4UubzWvMpr

P/S: Have a great day pookie

Yup, yup, you too!

Sparta boys + V x Mizu-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante never knew you were actually a girl, he thought you were a straight up dude and that enabled him to share manly secrets with you.

-At first, he saw you as his best friend, his bro. Over time, however, he started to develop feelings for you but couldn't figure out why. He was just so fond of you, in a way that transcended friendship. Dante honestly started to wonder if you were turning him gay.

-When you guys were given the brothel job, Dante teased you a lot and kept reminding you to "not get distracted by the chicks that'll be there". You weren't at risk for that, so you just laughed him off.

-When you actually got to the brothel, (which was a loud, stuffy, disgusting place, by the way) you investigated the supposed demon attacks, but found nothing. Then all of a sudden, a familiar demon attacked, and started making comments about you.

-It taunted you and Dante, giving not-so-subtle clues as to your true nature, making you very upset and greatly confusing Dante.

-At one point the demon took it upon itself to rip off your top, revealing your small, but still obviously female chest. Dante was, understandably, very surprised, but not as shocked as he would be within the next few minutes.

-In an unusual rage, you ripped the demon to shreds, slicing i4 up till there wasn't a single piece over 2 inches long left. Dante thought you were done since you killed the thing making you mad, but no, you weren't done. Your mind was clouded with rage, desperate to take out another victim. That victim was Dante.

-Dante had a pretty rough time keeping up with you, but in the end, managed to knock your sword away and wrangle you onto the floor. It would have been romantic, had you not been actively trying to rip his eyes out.

-You calmed down after a while, and when you had regained your logical thought, slowly and painfully revealed the truth about yourself.

-Dante was shocked, as all this had happened so fast, but he was also quickly accepting. He liked you regardless of whether you were a man or a woman, and admired your ability to keep the truth a secret for so long. He confessed his love for you, and even if you wanted to keep masquerading as a man, he would support you.

-Finding out you were half devil was an even greater (and appreciated) shock because now you have so much more in common! It really is like he's found his soulmate, best friend, and bro all in one.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil always thought you were a small young man, though he found it quite odd that you refused to take off your scarf even in blistering hot weather.

-When he developed feelings for you, Vergil got pretty confused, but pushed it out of his mind.

-One day, a brothel contacted the two of you asking for assistance because a demon was apparently eating the prostitutes. This was a rather odd job, but it was paying well, so the two of you set out to do it.

-Upon arriving at the brothel, you found yourselves entering a din of debauchery, which Vergil turned his nose up at. You weren't bothered by any of this, having seen worse in your life, and conducted the investigation quietly and professionally.

-Then the demon showed up and once it laid its many eyes on you, started screeching like a banshee. This confused Vergil, as demons like this one don't normally do that, but then again, demons evolve and change almost every other week, so it shouldn't be that surprising.

-However, the demon seemed to be specifically targeting you, as it taunted you and kept dropping hints that suggested all was not what it seemed to be.

-Vergil ignored it at first because demons are known to be lying manipulators, but Vergil noticed the longer the demon talked, the more uncomfortable you seemed to get. Eventually, he pieced together the clues he had and made the realization that you were secretly a woman.

-At that moment, the demon tore off your top, confirming Vergil's suspicions. You then flew into a rage; before Vergil could even blink, you'd carved the demon up into itty bitty pieces.

-Once your main foe had been defeated, you turned on your friend. Vergil had never expected this outburst of strength from you, but reacted quickly and managed to disarm you and knock you to the ground.

-After a great deal of shouting, shrieking, and flailing on your part, you calmed down and lay there, eyes clouded with rage and anger. Vergil first handed you his jacket to cover yourself with, then sat next to you and waited patiently for you to start explaining.

-You reluctantly told him the truth about your existence; how you are a woman pretending to be a man because you were a half devil and the place you grew up in carried prejudice against female half demons.

-Vergil doesn't mind, though, he's a half devil himself, so it all works out. If you want to keep pretending to be a man, he's fine with that, though he'd like it a bit more if you embraced your femininity.

□ Nero □

-Nero knew something was up with you by the way you dressed. Even when it was blistering hot outside and all the boys were shirtless at the beach, you still wore that stupid kimono and scarf. He wondered, don't you ever get hot?

-Speaking of being hot, Nero though you were pretty attractive and left it at that. No questions. Bros sometimes find each other attractive. It's normal.

-When you got the brothel investigation job, Nero was reluctant to go. He wasn't all too thrilled with the prospects of having to see tons of whores in their disgusting establishment.

-When you guys got there, conducted the investigation and all that, Nero was visibly uncomfortable, but he bore through it for the sake of the mission.

-Then, completely out of the blue, the drmon showed up and started taunting you. Nero was pissed that you weren't talking back, so he fired some insults of his own on your behalf.

-As he and the demon argued, it continued to hint at your true self, which naturally upset you. You rushed in to attack but only succeeded in getting your top ripped off.

-Nero saw your bound chest and realized, holy shit, that's a chick. This whole time he wasn't turning gay, he was crushing on a chick!

-He watched in awe as you tore the demon apart in humiliated rage, only to nearly meet the same fate thanks to your mindless fury.

-It took him a while, but with the careful use of Helter-Skelter, he managed to immobilize you and eventually calm you down.

-After this, Nero asked you who you really were and why you chose to hide it. You reluctantly responded, telling him the truth about yourself. You were a half devil, already considered taboo. The fact that you were also a girl made things worse, so you hid the truth about yourself from the world.

-Nero then told you that you don't have to anymore. He's 1/4 devil himself, and honestly, he thinks you'd make a lovely lady.

● V ●

-V noticed you were very uptight about your clothes and never liked to take them off in anyone's presence, but he simply thought you were uncomfortable with nudity and shrugged it off.

-He found himself admiring your strength and cold determination, and with time, grew very fond of you. He thought this was just deep friendship, but Griffon alerted him that it could very well possibly be much more.

-When you received the request to investigate a brothel whose prostitutes were being eaten by demons, V was not exactly thrilledto go, but you were more than willing because of the pay, and so he allowed you to drag him along.

-When you got there, you both were thoroughly disgusted by the vulgar acts taking place, but ignored all that to focus on searching for the demon. Instead of finding the demon yourselves, it came to you.

-It brought tons of insults with it, and began unleashing these hurtful words on you. It kept calling you names like "girly" and "bitch" and other feminine yet derogatory terms that confused V.

-Upon seeing your angry expression, V realized the truth. You were actually a girl, and this demon somehow knew that, probably because of a past encounter.

-V watched in amazement and shock as you attacked the demon, only to have your top ripped off in response. He would have gladly given you his coat, but you were now a screaming, red-faced warrior of vengeance so terrifying he dared not approach you.

-After utterly destroying the demon, you turned your attention to V, for some reason, and would have taken his head off if Shadow and Griffon hadn't batted you away and backed you into a corner.

-V then summoned Nightmare and had it shapeshift into a rope-like monster to restrain you. He then limped over to you, took you by the shoulders, and told you the demon was already dead and that you had nothing to fear. You were safe now.

-This calmed you down somewhat, and with shaky breaths, you quietly confessed your secrets. You were a woman--a half devil woman at that, and you had hidden these facts from the world to avoid being looked down on by others. V was probably the first person you'd ever told this, and now that you'd gotten it off your chest, you had to admit, you felt a lot better.

-Since V is literally the human half of a demon, he doesn't mind the fact that you're a half demon. He will support your decisions, regardless of whether you want to embrace your truth or keep hiding.

-He has also realized that his fondness for you is more than just friendship, he really loves you, and will continue to love you, no matter what you choose to do.

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evilphrog · 1 year ago

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Watching Wheel of Time without reading the books: Season 2 Episode 3

Rand gets Pretty Womaned. Perrin has to once again make a choice between the hammer and the axe, and once again lets someone else make that choice for him. Nynaeve is missing, presumed dead, until she literally breaks the laws of physics to get back home because nobody tells her what she can and cannot do, not even reality. Egwene never stops believing in her. Mat escapes with the psychic bartender, but it was actually all orchestrated by the biggest bitch on the wheel.

Rand is the personal attendant to the False Dragon, who is now more of a lizard. He desperately begs to be taught how to control his powers before he suffers the same fate, but Lizard was never all that empathetic to begin with, and now he is actively suicidal. He agrees to teach Rand everything he knows, at the price of some fancy wine. Rand knows exactly how to earn that, and turns on the charm for his landlady. Selene really skeeves me out, for more reasons than just the predatory relationship with a barely legal guy who is clearly very mentally ill. I think it is the way she keeps trying to pretend this is more than a transactional relationship? The way she plays at romance, while still reminding Rand at every turn that she holds all the power? The way she pouts at him when he refuses to play along? I don't know, maybe she just has a sinister personality.

She gets him the wine, and an invitation to a dinner. He makes friends with some older lady who looks like Moiraine in disguise, who snarks at him about how much rich people suck. Okay, Not!Moiraine, way to hypocrite all over the place. Anyways, Rand is incredibly upset to realize the lady that has been preying on him is also preying on other desperate souls, so he runs off to Lizard. Lizard approves of the wine, and delivers the entirety of his advice: accept the madness and eventual death, because there is no way to avoid it. He then returns home where his landlady assaults him, and then they bang. Or maybe he just fell asleep and had a sex dream/hallucination. Either way, he accidentally Mannels, and burns down her inn. She rushes from the flames to find him, and I still get the feeling she's just Off.

Perrin and his friends have all been captured, except his Wolf Buddy who looks like Discount Heimdal. These are apparently the Seachan I have heard so much about. I now realize it is pronounced Shaun John, not See Chan. If there are no special effects from here on out, at least the rest of the budget was well spent on the Shaun John costumes. They are creepy as hell. Nancy Reagan is with them for reasons yet to be explained, and he keeps checking out Perrin. They take the Eyepatch guy up to force him to swear fealty to their throne, and immediately kill him when he refuses. Everyone else submits without question, though Perrin is still angry about it.

At some point he must have been knocked unconscious, because he wakes up alone, chained up in a carriage with Nancy Reagan. This dude is playing jumprope with the line between sweet grandfather and sexual predator. He wolf-baits Perrin, and comes out as the Dark One, which is still a lie. Perrin asks what he wants with him, and Nancy leans in like he is about to kiss him, and says he wants Perrin to be his. GAAAAAAYYYYYY. Heimdal and the wolves break Perrin out, and Perrin wants to rescue the others. Heimdal has another plan. Run away. Perrin follows along, but I sense some complaining in his future. He hates the choices other people make for him, but goes along with them because he still can't handle the thought of being responsible for another major mistake after his last one. Someone should tell him that choosing to follow orders is still a choice, and he is still responsible for the consequences of his choice. I fear he is going to find that out the hard way.

So onto Nynaeve, the heavy hitter of the episode. She is presented with an opportunity to walk through the swamp three arches, where she will face her greatest fears without even the force one power to protect her. If she succeeds, she will become a true Jedi master Accepted Aes Sedai. Her three greatest fears are really all the same fear. Watching people she loves suffer and die and choosing to leave them to their fate rather than fighting to save them. First up is her parents, then the Two Rivers folk, and finally, a brief flash of visions that end with her covered in blood. That last one haunts her so badly that she chooses to leave the tower, run away with Lan, and PSYCH! She was in the arches the entire time. She didn't even notice the archway return for her.

When the arch lit up and faded, the head Aes Sedai all realize she has been lost forever. The Principal of Novice School wallows in guilt, but has enough left over to remind JK Rowling that her self-righteousness won't actually wash away the blood on her hands. JK actually seems to feel shame, which I wasn't sure she was capable of before. She is suddenly more complex than the cardboard cutout lunch room bully she has been up until now. No more likeable, but painfully realistic with her ability to justify any and all actions as a defense against the deep self-loathing she can't afford to face. We all know someone like this. Someone so dedicated to their cause that they can't see the fact that they have become the exact thing they claim to fight against. In this case, She Woman Man Hater, Protector of Girls Everywhere has manipulated and murdered a young woman by treating her as a tool to power, rather than a person. But she doesn't have a penis, so she must still be Good. Right? Right? Her shields are failing. I wonder if she thought she loved Nynaeve, in whatever way her shriveled husk of a soul could comprehend love.

Egwene has recovered from her self-pity sleepover with Elayne, and is committed to appreciating Nynaeve a lot more. She goes to wake her up for school, but finds the Principal there instead. Principal stiffly and woodenly informs Egwene of Nynaeve's death and then walks out, in a way that seems cold to Egwene, but like she is inches from breaking down sobbing to the audience who saw her earlier performance. Elayne tries to comfort Egwene in her sincere, awkward way, but Egwene has just lost her final tie to home, and is not ready to pour her heart out to someone she met yesterday. Read the room, Elayne. Not that you have ever had this skill. Aren't princesses supposed to get etiquette training? She must have failed that class.

JK Rowling does find a way to blame a man after all. She WOULD have prepared Nynaeve properly, if only she hadn't been stuck tormenting Mat for no real reason except that she likes manipulating people. It is really all his fault, for being so manipulable. She releases him, after delivering a scathing rant about her own insecurities projected onto him. Someone in that room is certainly an insidious coward who mistakes their own moral failings for cunning and wallows in self pity. He and Min make a run for it, but Min goes back for a quick chat that serves no purpose except to let us the viewer know she's been working with JK all along.

Egwene goes to the arches, and pours everything she has into opening the archway for Nynaeve, but it just isn't enough. Elayne comes by for a second attempt at comfort. She is able to convince Egwene to stop trying to kill herself by overchanneling at the arches, but promises to sit with her until she's ready to leave. Maybe she CAN learn how humans work after all.

Nynaeve, meanwhile, has been living peacefully in a fantasy similar to Rand's. She and Lan are happily married, with a rambunctious daughter. They live in the Two Rivers with Mat and Perrin, and get letters from the Powerful and Amazing Egwene Sedai. After many happy years, however, her home is invaded by trollocs. She has to hide her daughter in a cellar, while she tries to fight, in a clear parallel to her own memories of losing her parents. The adults do their best, but Mat, Perrin, and Lan all die brutally within seconds of each other. Nynaeve rages so hard that she channels inside the arches. Okay, I understand. Her biggest fear is that being an Aes Sedai will keep her from protecting her loved ones because her duty will come first. She has overcome it by realizing that her power is the one thing that could have saved them all. But now for the final test. Her daughter comes upstairs for a hug, just as the archway appears. Nynaeve knows she must walk through, but she can't abandon her child to her fate. So she gathers up the girl and rushes through, only to emerge empty-handed and covered in blood to a shocked Egwene, who hugs her as she cries. Was that life ever actually real? Is there a world out there where a little girl closed her eyes and trusted her mother to carry her to safety, only to end up helpless and alone against a horde of monsters and the corpses of her family? Nynaeve will never know. Congratulations on becoming an Accepted, and on never knowing peace again.

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themightymoose · 4 months ago

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What Did You Say?

Since when did this become a horror movie

Wait

Oh my god it's the humarian episode isn't it

Lmao the pets chasing after a ball

Sometimes I truly forget the pets are just silly little creatures half the time

They're so happy to see herrrrrrr 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also don't think I didn't notice Pepper licking Blythe's face and snuggling up to her

I'm only observant about the important things I guess

Wtf is that voice Vinnie is using

It doesn't feel right coming out of his mouth

Damn he's a sassy guy today

Blythe calling the pets her pet buddies

Blythe I think you're gonna get hearing loss doing that

Oh so it was Sunil who came up with the name

They're so concerned for her I love them

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

This chorus goes so hard though

Also why do they assume Russell is a "humanarian"

Sunil is still doing the robot

I love Russell's look in this song

Now I wish Vinnie was here so we could see what he'd look like

Why are you guys chasing him this looks so threatening

I love the way Russell yells animal

Vinnie is still trying to get that fly I see

Huh I guess Vinnie's dead

His scream 💀

The flys are helping the guy who was trying to actively kill them

Love them for that

Them all just collectively shrugging when asked about Vinnie

Damn Minka you did not have to roast Blythe like that

Not Vinnie being a tourist

He's so scared

Them playing cards

Sunil just being 100% on board with putting a deadly snake in her room

No Zoe

Pepper being the only one actively concerned about Vinnie's whereabouts

Vinnie if you were a human you'd definitely get mugged

Vinnie is literally on the verge of tears this is legit traumatizing for him

Blythe is so fucking sad

Sunil what the fuck that is your bestie you should be the most concerned

These little shits

Except for Russell

And maybe Pepper because she at least brought attention to the fact that he was fucking missing

The knocking sound against Vinnie's head

Dude sounds so dejected

Oh god

I think Vinnie just got kidnapped

Vinnie is honestly slaying that outfit

Also not Vinnie blaming himself

I mean....

I don't like this child she is inflicting psychological torment onto Vinnie

This child is trying to commit manslaughter

Sucks for her

I knew the medicine had something to do with it

Huh so they do care

Could've fooled me

VINNIE AND PEPPER HUGGGINGGGGGGGG

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

They are everything to me

I love this rat

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yesimwriting · 1 year ago

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If we're in an ethan mood 👀

Could you write something like little snippets of ethan developing a crush on mc and then the moment he's like "oh wait a minute... i LIKE her"

Only if you're comfortable doing so of course!

a/n he'd be such a cutie during his pining era pls and in total denial about it

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"Sam's gonna kill us."

Tara's eyes briefly flicker towards your reflection in the mirror. You give yourself a second to feel how quickly time can change things. If you had accidentally said something like that as recently as a month ago, Tara would have torn into you. Ranting and asking you if you really thought that was funny. But now, the hyperbole barely warrants a glance in your direction.

"She's not our mom," Tara scoffs, attention shifting back to her eyeliner immediately.

And while that's true...you're not sure you want to seem like you're taking a specific side in one of their weird, sisterly power stand offs. Despite being one of their roommate's, you've managed to expertly avoid getting caught in the middle most of the time.

Even though you're the one trying to be the voice of reason, your attention turns back to the blush you were blending into your cheek. "Yeah, true..." You rub your beauty blender against the apple of your cheek. "But still, I don't want it to like...be a thing."

"It won't be," Tara counters quickly, "We might be home before her." Yeah, heavy on the might. Tara already made it clear that she wasn't in the mood to take tonight lightly. "And if we're not, who cares?" Tara straightens before setting down her eyeliner. "She'll be angsty about it and then move on. I didn't ask her to come to school with me."

That's something you for sure won't be commenting on. "Whatever." You reach for a tube of lipgloss. "Let the record reflect I tried."

"Yeah, you tried really hard."

You let out a breath that's almost a laugh, "Shut u--"

The last part of your sentence is cut off by the sound of knocking. It feels faint, but you know it has to be loud if it's being heard over Tara's pre-night out playlist.

"Oh," you mumble, setting down your still closed tube of lipgloss, "It's the guys."

Tara's expression morphs into a knowing smile. "Excited?"

You know exactly what she's getting. "Shut up." You turn towards the bathroom door before pausing and cringing at your mistake, "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"Which one of us invited Ethan to what was supposed to be a girl's night out?"

You roll your eyes, "And Chad."

She gives you a look that says she sees right through you. "Think it'd be better if you liked Chad." Now it's your turn to give her a 'I know about what you're pretending isn't a crush' stare. "Not like--I mean--at least we know he's safe."

This again. The continuous slight distrust of Ethan. You can't blame her or any of the other four people you've come unbelievably close with in a few months time for being so untrusting. You kind of knew about what happened to them before meeting them, some guy in the lecture you had with Tara tapped you on the shoulder. That's the serial killer sister girl.

That piece of gossip led to you doing something not great, but fair--a google deep dive that almost made you flinch when Tara then got paired with you for an ice breaker, syllabus week activity. After your friendship formed, many nights spent walking around the city and late night calls about the nightmare roommate you were randomly paired to dorm with eventually led to you moving in after the summer session ended.

By then you were friendly with what Chad likes to call the core four and they opened up slowly about their trauma slowly. You get it. You try to get it, but every time they flash their inherent distrust they remind you of how easy it would be for them to close ranks, cut you off and leave you for the wolves. It's not a fair insecurity, which is why you've decided to keep it to yourself.

"Tara we've been over this," you scratch the back of your wrist, suddenly feeling small, "I'm just as much a rando to you as Ethan."

Tara shakes her head once, eyes softening a little, "Yeah, but you're a rando that's like my best friend." Her eyes leave yours briefly and you're hit with the impression that this is hard for her. Tara's never given you the impression of being particularly touchy-feely, and you know what happened with one of her last close friendships. "So..."

You try not to beam, not wanting her to regret saying something like that so openly. "So..." You repeat, kind of teasing. "I should go get the door." As if on cue, another round of sharp knocking cuts through the base of the music.

You turn away before you can overthink and approach the front door. "Hey, guys," you grin as you pull the door open.

Chad and Ethan are waiting in the apartment's hall. "Y/n," Chad greets warmly, one hand moving to squeeze your shoulder as he steps into the apartment's entryway.

Even though Tara might be a tiny bit right about why you invited Chad and Ethan, you definitely don't mind that Chad's your easiest way to get Ethan to hang out with you guys without having to worry about seeming weird. Chad's a good guy beneath the stereotypical former high school jock thing. He's fun and nice and you have a feeling he really cares about Tara.

"Tara's still in the bathroom fixing her eyeliner." You keep your voice breezy, casual even though you know exactly why you're telling him.

For a second, you think he might call you out on your not-so-subtle pushing, but he just smiles casually. It must be so easy to think like a guy. "I'm gonna say hi."

He walks around you, offering your shoulder one last friendly squeeze as he passes. Ethan steps further into the living room, lingering like he's unsure on whether or not he's supposed to be following Chad.

"Hey," you greet, "Guess what?"

Ethan blinks. He's gotten used to your typically friendly demeanor, but sometimes when it's directed at him he isn't sure how to take it. You're pretty and warm and caring about your existence is not part of the plan. If anything, it's the opposite. He knows how close you are to Tara, how much Sam's opinion matters to you.

"What?"

"Your econ notes totally saved my life." There's genuine relief in your voice, and Ethan is glad that he's a part of that. "Just saw my quiz grade and I got a 97 on it."

Ethan lets himself smile, "That's great."

"A lot better than my last one." You hate that you don't know where to go with this. "You're in intro to comp this semester, right?"

He nods, "Yeah." Ethan straightens his posture, angling his body more towards you. "...I have Charleston."

You immediately cringe, exhaling a low wince. "Ouch. I had him for summer term, he's crazy harsh."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees, "Learned that after my first essay."

Your eyebrows pull together. "He' snot all bad once you get him figured out."

Ethan fights down a smile, "Of course you'd say that." It had been a bit of a running joke between the friend group that you never seemed to have issues with any professor or TA. That you always found one way or another to connect to or figure them out.

You groan, "Shut up." Ethan suppresses a laugh. "I was going to offer you my notes and feedback I got from my summer class, but now I don't know."

"No..." Ethan doubts that you'd ever be vindictive enough to keep your notes from anyone. Even if that was a concern, he still wouldn't be too worried. His grades are fine and his priorities are a little different these days. But still, he likes the thought of getting access to something like one of your essays. A chance for more insight into you. "C'mon, please."

You tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing in mock debate. "Okay." With no warning, you turn towards the direction of your room. Ethan follows you.

Ethan lingers in the doorway as you approach the desk tucked into the corner of your room. "You can come in," you mumble, a little confused about his hesitance.

He steps in, letting himself take in your bedroom. Ethan's been here before for brief periods of time. He's gotten glimpses while the group waited for you to grab something you forgot before going out or while you searched through your school supplies before an econ study session. But he still hasn't gotten tired at look at it, at noting the posters on your wall and the collage of you and your friends that you're always adding to.

His eyes linger on that, the photos taped up on your wall. There are a few new ones, one of you and Tara and Sam at a coffee shop. There's even a mirror picture of you and Quinn at some store...something he'd definitely have to ask his sister about. A new photo of you and Chad that makes his chest feel tight. It's a quick snapshot, you a few steps ahead of Chad who looks like he didn't realize you were taking a photo until the flash started going off. You're both holding cones of ice cream and Mindy's arm is in the corner.

He looks down, eyes focusing on another photo. You're grinning, arm extended upwards to take a picture of you and the person across from you. Him.

"New pictures?"

You turn in your desk chair. "Yeah, I printed some more out last week."

Ethan points at the picture that's just the two of you, "I like this one."

You look up from the bottom desk drawer you were rifling through, "That one's one of my favorites."

Ethan feels the offhanded comment in his chest. Heat tries to crawl its way up his neck. "You--you look nice in it."

"You look cute," you mumble, "I like your hair like that."

He's glad for the low lighting and the excuse to keep his back to you. If it wasn't for that, you'd definitely be able to say the blood rushing to his face. He looks back at the picture, noting the slightly tousled look of his hair. You turn your attention back to your desk and Ethan lightly brushes his hair with his fingers.

"Okay..." You pull out a folder and a notebook. "All of it's here--you can grab it when we get back or whenever." You sit up, relaxing against your seat. "I just needed to find it now because drunk me wouldn't be able to and hung over definitely won't remember."

The potential excuse to come back here at the end of night feels like a sort of promise. The trust that the comment is displaying isn't lost him either. You're planning on drinking and probably coming home extremely out of it and you don't have any issue with him being around for that.

Ethan knows you're probably not thinking that far ahead, but you must, at least, feel that way subconsciously. He knows you're the kind to be aware of that kind of thing, has heard snippets of your conversation with the other girls about staying vigilant every night out.

"Yeah, I'll grab it tonight. We've got an essay due on Friday that I haven't even started."

You scrunch up your face for a second in pained empathy. "If you need any help with it, just let me know." You tap your nails against the side of your knee. "...When I'm sober again."

"Yeah," Ethan nods, "For sure."

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"Y'know approximately 42% of cabs are in New York."

The number feels generous--and random--but you always seem to know things.

"Actually?"

You giggle, the sound full. "No." The admission is soft as you turn away from the window, still laughing. "I don't--I don't know." You tilt your head curiously, and for a second, Ethan thinks the movement might indicate the return of your earlier dizziness. He straightens like he might need to stabilize you again. It's then that he realizes how close you are. "I made it up."

Even though that was obvious to the only person in the room that didn't set a new personal best in number of shots taken in an hour, you're smilingly so kindly he doesn't have the heart to point that out. "You made it up?"

You nod slowly, like one too sharp motion is all it'd take to topple you over. "And you believed me."

Ethan angles his chin downwards. "Not sure I did."

"You bought it for like a second though, right?"

You're watching him carefully, desperate to find any kind of crack in his expression that might prove you right. A part of him wants to push. The rest of him is too placated by your slight smile and steady gaze. "...Maybe for a second."

A beat passes. The two of you continue to openly watch each other. You snap out of it by bending your fingers into a fist. You gently bump your knuckles against his arm. "Knew it."

Your fist briefly lingers, brushing down his arm as you take your hand back rather than just pulling it away. Ethan doesn't get the warmth that crawls up his face.

With no warning, you pull away entirely. You walk past Ethan and slowly make your way to the bed. As soon as it's within reach, you lose all sense of care and flop onto the mattress like you're exhausted.

You go from sitting to flat on your back so quickly Ethan briefly wonders if you've fallen asleep. "Y/n?"

"Hm?" You turn your head sharply from one side to another. Still conscious. "Tired."

There's something soft about the way you say it, half mumbled and drowsy. "I know, but you--you can't--" He's not sure how to express what he's thinking without sounding like he's trying to cross a line. You're still in going out clothes, nothing extreme but the mainly form fitting outfit can't be comfortable enough to sleep with. And he knows you have a thing against sleeping without taking your makeup first. "Can't sleep like that."

You lift an arm in the air just to drop it across your chest. There's a flurry of words that follows the motion, but they're all mushed together and too quiet for Ethan to make out. "At least tell me where your pajamas are."

Another mesh of words. Somewhere in the collage of sentences you manage to get out, "Top-second-second-to-top drawer."

Ethan approaches your dresser, picking out a T-shirt and some pajama shorts he's seen you wear to movie nights before. He sets them down next to you. "You've gotta..."

You stretch an arm upwards, waving once in a way that feels dismissive. Your hand then drops down with no warning, wiping at your eyes before you slowly sit up, one hand reaching for the hem of your top.

Ethan's eyes widen. After a second of mental buffering, the sense to turn around. He forces his attention to remain on your walls. "Y/n." It's meant to sound partially stern, maybe even a little scolding, but his voice's pitch comes out a little too breathy near the end of your name. He'd probably be embarrassed by the sudden shift if you were more sober. You might not even remember Ethan being here tomorrow morning outside of a vague awareness.

Still, knowing that you're changing out of that tiny skirt and low cut top less than three full feet away from him...

Ugh. He tells himself that it's because you're nice to him and you're an objectively pretty girl. And all that planning stuff with his dad and his sister makes it hard to even think about girls. He's living a half life, letting himself enjoy the sense of friendship his false life is giving him from time to time while still staying focused. Anything romantic would be too complicated.

But still, he's a young guy and you always smell nice and you're pretty and you always go out of your way to include him things and--it's all biology. Attraction's understandable, it's not like he has a crush on you or anything.

"Okay." The reminder of his current makes his face feel warm. "You're safe. Y'can turn around."

Your words come out slurred enough that Ethan wonders if he should give you an extra second or two just to make sure. He turns around slowly, ready to snap his head back around if necessary.

True to your word, you're dressed, shorts barely peaking out from under your oversized tee. He should feel less now that you're more dressed and look a lot more casual. "G-good." He swallows in an attempt to make his throat feel less dry.

You sit down at the edge of your bed, "Mhm."

"You think you can wash your makeup off?" The question feels awkward. Ethan watches as you cross your legs beneath you. "You just--you never like when you wake up with makeup still on."

Your head tilts a little too sharply to one side, a lazy smile on your face. "That's nice, but 'm okay." Ethan considers protesting, but as if to make your point you wipe at your eyes. "Are you--going back?"

The question takes a second to click. Ethan had come over to the apartment you share with the Carpenters and his sister with Chad, like usual. Chad had completely crashed on the living room couch almost immediately after walking back from the party. It isn't the first time he's slept something off here, and Ethan definitely didn't mind the alone time. "Uh--yeah."

"It's kinda late," you mumble, "You can--you can stay here if you want." It's said so innocently Ethan almost thinks he might of misheard you.

"Here?"

"Mhm." You move up your bed, pushing back your sheets and semi-awkwardly crawling beneath them. "Sleepover."

Ethan's face has to be red. If you notice, you don't give any indication of even understanding why this might feel a little odd. He should let you down gently with some kind of excuse about having so much homework that he has to start first thing in the morning. "You sure?"

Your head is already on your pillow, "Yeah." It's more of a hum than an actual response. You're already half asleep. "We're friends."

It's not a big deal. Objectively, Ethan knows that that's true. Quinn can have whole relationships and flings and whatever else she does to make the time pass. Ethan can handle sharing a bed with you to keep things seeming normal and avoid a later walk than he wanted.

"Okay," his voice feels strained, tight, "Yeah if--if you're okay with it."

"Mhm." You push yourself to one side of your bed lazily. "We can--we can go to that brunch place tomorrow, if you're--" You trail off, voice growing lighter like you're falling asleep.

Ethan approaches your bed slowly even though he doubts he'd be able to wake you on purpose, let alone intentionally. You don't stir as he gets into bed, not even reacting as his fingertips brush against your arm.

He lets himself relax, eyes shutting. After a second, he feels the bed shift. A weight finds itself onto his shoulder. Ethan squints his eyes open, blood rushing to his face at the realization that your temple's now resting against his arm.

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"Ugh," you sigh, glaring at your phone.

Ethan looks up from his coffee cup. "What?"

You shake your head. "It's nothing." You set down your phone and pick up your own drink. "Just that this girl that got put in my group with in Lucille's class has been ghosting our project group chat but she keeps posting herself hanging out with her friends on Instagram." You take a quick sip of your beverage. "She won't do her part, but she can take time out of her beach day to comment that my powerpoint slides are busy."

He frowns, "Your slides aren't busy."

"I know," you agree, "They totally kick ass."

You're mainly kidding, but there's still a hint of genuine defensiveness in your tone. The fact that you're taking this as a personal insult is more endearing than it should be. "They do."

You nod your head firmly, happy to be validated. "Thank you." You take another sip of your drink. "I love that you let me say crazy things like this and pretend that they are that deep." You tap your nails against the wood of the cafe table. "This is why we're friends."

Ethan crosses his arms on the table, hoping that the shift doesn't come off as transparent. He's still getting used to that, at how open you are, how genuine. You're always finding a way to affirm the friendship through either words or subtle actions.

"That's the only reason?"

You press your lips together, pretending to think about it. "Uh...you also buy me coffee and are the only reason I'm not failing econ, so..." The two of you laugh a little more than the joke warrants.

"I feel appreciated."

You roll your eyes at his joking tone. Ethan knows that you appreciate him. Because of how suspicious most of your friend group is, a lot of their mistrust has found its way to Ethan. It's easier to trust someone you live with, so you and Quinn aren't the first to be targeted. And Anika and Mindy are dating, that comes with additional trust. So Ethan's the most effected by their understandable PTSD. Except for Chad, who dorms with him.

It's not like he's fully excluded by everyone else, but every once in awhile the fact that they're ready to be the most wary of him at a moment's notice becomes overly obvious.

You lift an arm, nudging his arm with your fist, "Come on." You sit up a little straighter, "You know I love ya."

Ethan can feel the blood rushing to is face. He stares at the table, unsure if he'll be able to handle looking you in the eye right now. You just have to be so nice and pretty. Maybe if you were more one than the other he'd be able to handle it. He wouldn't have to constantly be trying to convince himself that he's neutral about you...that he'd actually be able to hurt you or let you get hurt like the others.

"An 'I love you' over an iced coffee?" Ethan tries to keep his voice steady, light.

You roll your eyes again, "Don't make me sound easy, it wasn't a love confession." You pick up your cup again, "And I got an extra pump of syrup and cold foam, so it wouldn't have even been unwarranted."

That alone makes Ethan want to get you your iced coffee every day. With any and all the additives you want. "Good to know."

It's your turn to stare at your hands. "Smooth." You fidget, twisting your fingers before forcing them to lay flat on the surface beneath them. "Don't you have to go to someone's office hours before 11:00?"

The honest answer is no, but that's not what Ethan told you. Office hours, extra classes, group projects, and study group meetings. School related excuses are the easiest ways to get to covertly meet with his family. Quinn's in a position to get to use guys as excuses, but Ethan isn't as...outgoing. And made up friends or jobs leave more room for questions.

And Ethan doesn't want to give you the impression that he's unavailable.

Ugh. He keeps telling himself that he can't factor you in. He shouldn't even want to. Anything he does to go out of his way for you will only draw more attention to you in the end. If he begins to slip because of you his dad will find a way to connect it back to you.

Ethan glances at his phone, noting the time. 10:43. If he leaves now, he'll still be a few minutes late. Nothing noticeable, nothing he can't blame on the city's foot traffic. "Uh..." he turns off his phone screen, "He cancelled them."

"Yeah?"

He blinks, trying to figure out how to spin this. He wonders if Richie ever struggled with the lying to everyone all the time or if that came as naturally to him as everything else. "Yeah...he sent an email about his kids having colds."

"Oh," you hum casually, "Feels like everyone gets sick after school starts. A girl in my lit class was sniffling so bad last class and Tara's throat's been sore lately." You believed him so easily, Ethan feels a pinprick of guilt about it. "Does that mean you have time to hangout?"

That eases any discomfort immediately. "...Aren't we hanging out right now?"

You give him a pointed look. "You know what I mean." You prop your head up on your elbow. "Do you have time to do something else?"

It'll be fine. He'll text his dad that he couldn't get away and that Chad was getting suspicious so he had to cancel his plans. Quinn would see right that, but he could get her to cover for him. He's covered for her enough times when she wanted a break from the vengeance thing to hook up with some guy or just be distracted. And this isn't different than that. Quinn blows off steam with guys and he blows it off with you. It's just a way to have something positive in his life.

It doesn't matter, but he can't seem too invested. "Do what?"

"Okay, you can say no, but I passed the cutest store on this street the other day..." You trail off softly, optimistic. "And I was going to go with Tara, but she's been super busy lately."

"Shopping trip?"

You sigh, the sound defeated, "I know. You don't have to--"

"No," Ethan breathes, "It sounds fun."

Your eyebrows draw together, "Fun?"

You sound so skeptical, but Ethan doesn't even have to think twice about it. It does sound fun. Anything that involves you sounds fun.

It hits him then that that's more than fondness or even friendship. That's really caring about someone...that's liking them. Like really liking them.

That alone should be reason enough for him to stop all of it. Bail and make some kind of excuse and stop hanging out with you so much. He tries to make himself, tries to imagine the way your expression would shift from an easy smile to a frown, "Do you want me to go or not?"

You beam. "You're right." Still smiling, you pull your bag off the side of your chair and pick up your coffee. "You ready?"

Warmth crawls up his neck and settles against his cheeks. "Yeah."

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sharonrb · 2 years ago

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 1

Introduction: This story happens after the alliance; but a brief recap of what led up to it. No warnings, as none is needed. Enjoy

Chapter One

Recap:

They sped down the streets, trying to elude the Federal Officers sent to retrieve the young student, and scientist; RiRi Williams. Also, the one Namor sought to kill her; but Okoye and Shuri were there to prevent any harm to befall the young woman. Her only crime; she invented a machine, capable of detecting vibranium. She had no idea it would be sold to the government, nor that it would be used. It was just a school project, and a challenge offer to her by her professor, who told her that she couldn’t do it. She met the challenge, but somehow the government got their hands on it, which lead to this situation.

Okoye drove the red Corvette belonging to RiRi‘s father; who had passed away at some point in time. Shuri rode a motorcycle, found in RiRi’s garage; that she had been transformed into a workshop. RiRi flew over head in her make shift Iron Man looking suit. Griot, the AI of Shuri; informed Shuri a drone was over head and following them. Against Shuri’s advice, RiRi went into high altitude to take it out; and nearly dying from lack of oxygen.

One obstacle eliminated, and another on the horizon. The local Police had set up a road block, preventing them from crossing the bridge; RiRi had caused the drone to crashed into it, giving the trio easily access for a clean get away; so, they thought.

Suddenly, RiRi was hit and fell to the ground with such an impact; rendering her unconscious. Next, a watery explosion hit both Okoye and Shuri. Shuri was able to activate her shield; which helped, but she was knocked out. The vehicle Okoye was in flipped upside down; trapping her momentarily. She freed herself, and ran to check on Shuri; Griot informed her Shuri was fine.

Then a noise behind alerted Okoye, Riri was being pulled towards the water. She acted quickly and cut the cord. At that time, the water exploded and a Orca burst through; four blue beings jumped from it. On the other side of the bridge, a whale flew out of the water, and that’s when she saw him for the very first time. He was a huge male, bigger than the other four. They all were the same coloring; his headdress was that of a hammerhead shark skeletal, he landed on the bridge.

“Take another step closer, and I will kill you all,” Okoye shouted, driving her spear into the ground and removing her jacket. The small female spoke to them in a language Okoye didn’t understand, then she ran towards the police cars coming their way.

The big guy pointed at Okoye, and made a command to the other three warriors. They ran upon her and she fought them, while the big one circle around watching; as one by one his warriors fell. After, killing them, so she thought; she prepared to fight him. He spoke to them, and to her surprise; they rose from the dead, and went to help the small female. He started to approach RiRi, but before he could strike, Okoye blocked his spear, and swiped hers across his face; slicing it. He wiped the wound and stared at his blood on his fingers. His eyes went to her, and a smile crept across his face.

They squared off, he came at Okoye hard; she matched him, as they went back and forth. She gave him a kick in the groin, which subdued him for enough time for her to take advantaged. She dug her fingers into his gills at his neck; he yelled in pain, and pushed her off. They begin to engage again, this time he got her spear, pulled her into his, that he had thrust into the ground. Her shoulder was dislocated; she sat on the ground in pain. They stared at each other a few moments; then he kicked her spear towards her, pointing at it. She locked her shoulder back in place, and grabbed her weapon; then came at him, but he got the upper hand, tossing her to the ground. He said something to her, and picked up her spear to stab her. But she shocked him using a signal from her kimoyo beads; this surprised him.

They both recovered their spears; but by this time, the small female returned with the others. She yelled at him; then threw a ball to him. He met it with a bumped of his hip, and it came flying at Okoye. She struck it with her spear, causing it to explode. It sent her backwards, off the bridge and into the water. She tried to swim back to Shuri and RiRi, but she was too far away to save them. She could see the huge whale, and hear the splashes into the water. She knew she had failed at protecting Shuri, as she had promised the Queen.

Attuma and Namora returned to Talokan with the other three warriors. They took an unconscious Shuri and Riri to the undersea catacombs, to await the summoning of their K'uk'ulkan. Attuma went off alone to get some solitude. He had a special place he would always go to get some clarity. His mind went to the Wakandan warrior, who fought him and lived. That’s a rarity for him, as he is the best; the one who’s sent on the assassinations or hits. He got the job done; but not this time. Namora thought he was playing around, but he wasn’t; she was just that damn good. Even when she dislocated her shoulder, it didn’t stop her. She popped it back in place, and came at him with such intensity.

“Attuma,” Namora called to him, invading his private moment. “What was that on the bridge? I told you to kill the scientist; not play around with the Wakandan.”

“You forget, you are not my superior; we are equals.” He reminded her. Her eyes narrowed.

“Do no forget who is my cousin,” she warned.

“How can I since you never allow me to forget,” he growled. “And let me give you a little insight. I was not playing around with this Wakandan warrior. Is it so far fetch in your mind, that maybe these people are just as skilled in battle as us?”

“No one is as skilled as us,” she scoffed. “Besides, we have K'uk'ulkan.” He slid off the rock where he had been ssitting.

“I will tell you this,” he walked up on her staring down. “Without our capabilities and strength, the Wakandans could defeat us. So let us not get too arrogant, and hope an alliance between us will be assured.” He flew into the air and plunged into the water. Namora stood silent for a long time pondering what he told her.

The next day was the hardest thing, as she stood before the Elders, Council and the Chiefs; but mostly the Queen. As much as she tried to report what occurred; the more she realized her fate was sealed. They sat quietly saying nothing, only her uncle objected; when the Queen stripped her of her rank, and from the Dora Milaje.

She fell to he knees begging her to give her a chance to recover Shuri, but she refused to yield. So, her life as a Dora had ended, and with it all she knew. She walked out the throne room, without another word, nor looking back.

Namor and his people snuck in and attack Wakanda; Nakia and she tried to help as many citizens to safety as possible. She heard someone shouting in that familiar language from the bridge. She searched for where it was coming, and saw the big man from Talokan standing on top of a building. He was pointing at her; she squinted her eyes, glaring at him. Noting they will have their day, but not today.

He had searched the city seeking her out, wanting a rematch. Never had anyone piqued his interest. She was a warrior worthy of the edge of his blade. She had impressed him with her skills; fought off three of his best warriors and won. Not to mention went against him, and lasted; only being subdued by the water ball. But it will have to wait, they had done what they came to do; now it was time to leave.

Never in a million years had she thought, she would return to the throne room. But she did, only trying to revive the Queen Mother. Namor water bombed the palace; killing their Queen. To think she would never be able to speak to Queen Ramonda again. The last time they saw each other was so harsh. She cried, and cried for her loss; the Queen was like her mother.

Shuri had somehow created the heart shaped herb and ingested it; becoming the new Black Panther. She devised a plan to get Namor. She approached Lloyd and asked for her help to avenge her mother’s death, by the hands of Namor. She had built a suit, which Okoye thought was hideous, but one she could work with. Okoye then went to Aneka for help, since she too was no longer a Dora Milaje.

They set out, a few Wakandan warriors; for their revenge. They were there mostly; to lure out Namor so Shuri could kill Namor. A few warriors and one ship, braved the ocean on this mission. It was successful in getting Namor where Shuri wanted; but the Wakandans plan of escaped, was foil by the Talokanils disabling their warship. Okoye was now a Midnight Angel along with Aneka; apart from the Dora Milaje.

Their suits were designed by Shuri, and gave them superhuman strength. Okoye spotted the Talokanil warrior, and had versed herself on his language. She called him out as he had, the day they attacked Wakanda; using same words he had.

Once again; she had impressed him, learning his mother language. They charged each other, he swung at het, but she was able to dodge many of his blows, or absorb them. They fought well; but with the suit their powers were equal, and it ended in her favor. She spoke to him the other words he said on the bridge; ‘you are not worthy of my blade.’ He was subdued on his knees before her, she kicked him off the ship. Ironically, he went flying out to sea the same as she had from the bridge.

Shuri was able to defeat Namor as the Black Panther; somehow getting him to yield. But at a great loss, of the Wakandan warriors who joined in the mission. An alliance was made that day, as Shuri made Namor a promise; Wakanda would patrol the seas, and keep Talokan a secret from the rest of the world. But the fact remains, Wakanda will be in constant threat from many nations; being blamed for the attack on the research ship, and for the vibranium the world desires.

Some time later:

Okoye walked across the meadow towards her favorite rhino, Mbandi. She was extraordinary, black in color, which in their kingdom is a rarity. And because only Okoye was able to ride her. For some reason, these group of rhinos were larger than any on the African continent; or the world. Could be the vibranium rich soil; something Shuri might want to research. And it may be why the Jabari tribe are humongous.

Okoye has done a lot of reflection since the death of the Queen Mother; and remembering the last words said. But the hardest was seeing her die, and all attempts she had made to revive her was unsuccessful. Then hearing Namor's taunting words, and Shuri’s chilling cries for her ‘mama’; fueled her anger for the him, and his people. Why did Wakanda have to pay so dearly, and not the Talokanils?

Okoye’s rage towards them grew each time she thought of the streets of the Capitol being flooded; and the civilians running and screaming in terror. The explosion from the Palace, and finally the Queen's death; a deliberately planned attack.

She needed to let off some steam, and mounted Mbandi; giving her free rein to run wherever she so desired. Okoye smiled and laughed, as they sped through the Border tribe land. Then they reached the banks of the River tribe; where Mbandi decided to stop for some water.

Okoye dismounted, and stared at the beautiful river; as the sun slowly made its descent. It was so beautiful and peaceful. She sat on the edge of the water, quietly watching the sun blip; and the night made its presence known. What wasn’t long before the moon appeared bright in the sky. The stars twinkling like they were sending a coded signal to earth. The water looked so inviting. She looked around, and saw she was quite alone. So, she disrobed; something she wasn’t able to do as an Dora. But now she was free. She slowly walked into the water; and swam out a distance into deeper part, it was warm.

Attuma laid relaxed on a boulder he had discovered after the alliance with Wakanda. He came here to get away from his life in Talokan. He would come often, and thought Wakanda's water was brisk, its air felt good against his skin. He would observe the going on at night, and how festive it always would be. His heart would get heavy; whenever he thought about the attack on these people, and how he would have felt if the same had been done to Talokan.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake and a loud rumbling could be heard; interrupting the tranquility. He leaped to ground and peered around, seeing the great beast approaching. He stood hidden, expecting it to come closer; but it stopped, and began to drink from the water. That’s when he saw her, the warrior he fought on the bridge and warship. She had ridden this huge beast, and now was off admire the sun as it set.

She was tall and slender, the sun's shadow played off her smooth dark skin. His eyes grew black with passion. He had gained respect from her going toe to toe with him twice; and surviving. As the moon shone down spotlighting her, he watched as she relieved herself of her clothing. His heart softened even more, stirring something in him, he had never felt before. He quietly walked into the water; not even making a splash, and swam to her. He came beneath her, undetected. She was even more tantalizing up close.

He reached out his hand towards her heart; just inches away. A vibe emitted from her to him; he wanted her even more, as he was held bound by the connection flowing between them. He could imagine, his body wrapped around her and his mouth hungrily devouring hers, him moving inside her like a gentle wave. And her long beautiful legs encircling his body, moaning with the love he was expressing. She was the one he chose to be his mate. He groaned out loud and sped away, Okoye gasped from a burst of electricity softly hitting her.

Okoye jumped in shock, ducking down; looking and trying to figure what just happened. Seeing nothing, she scrambled to get out of the water. She turned back to the river, searching as far as she could see if anyone, or thing, was anywhere nearby, frighten by the experience.

Suddenly, a beautiful humming touched her ears; a male’s voice, calming and washing the fear away. Then she saw him emerging from the water, the giant blue man from the sea. The one she fought on the bridge and ship. She wasn’t afraid, as he continued to hum his song, and approach her. It was hypnotic and soothing.

He came within inches of her, towering over her; his humming ceased. He reached out and gently pressed his hand to the side of her face. She closed her eyes at first, absorbing the energy flowing from him. Then she opened them to gaze into his, which were black as coal and no white could be seen. But he did not scare her; in fact, she felt quite safe with him.

They gazed into each others eyes for quite a long time, taking in each others essence. She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. He smiled in adoration, then took her face between his hands, and continued to gaze into her eyes. Her beauty inside was as equal to what was outside. He slowly backed away into the water, and swam away; leaving her standing in a trance.

Okoye slowly came out of it, looking about; not sure what just occurred. She quickly put her clothes back on, all the looking out looking around. She couldn’t remember much of anything, but residues of the encounter linger. Okoye remounted Mbandi and rode away; Attuma watching from the water. She is the one he chose, and she will be the one he mates. She was his now and he was her. The vibe emission between them, boar witness.

Chapter Two

Attuma sat in the catacombs he frequents, whenever he needed to think. Something he has been doing for awhile now. But this time; his thoughts lingered on the evening before, and his encounter with the Wakandan warrior; and wondered what was she called? Where in Wakanda did she dwell? And hoped it was near a body water, where he could get there swiftly, and undetected. At least until they got to know each other.

Wait! He thought. What if she has a deep-rooted hatred for his people; after what they did. No, not her. The vibe linked them; and they are in synch forever. He will not find any peace, until they have become mates. His desire for her would fester, and grow the more that they are apart. Though she may not feel it as much right now. Soon she will become unsettling of something; and begin to feel the residues of their bond. Only with them coming together, will she find release. He needed to get to her before that occurs.

“Attuma,” Namora, once again interrupting his me time.

“Yes, Namora,” he replied, never looking her way.

“Where were you last evening?” Attuma turned to look at her.

“Did something happen that I did not know about?” He asked.

“No, nothing,” she assured him. “I am just curious to where you are disappearing; this unknowing to anyone, in case we need to reach you if need be.” Attuma stared at her for a moment.

“What game are you playing, Namora?” He asked her.

“Games? You know I do not play games,” she reminded him. “I need to know your whereabouts, if we are under attack or something. “

“Attack, Namora? Who is there to attack us?” He questioned her motives. “No one knows of our existence, you except the Wakandans. And I doubt that’s their plan, since they are watching over the waters above us; and protecting our identities. It’s more than we deserve.”

“What did you just say?” She walked towards him. He stood full height.

“The Black Panther promised to keep our secret and patrol the ocean,” he said. “And I said more than we deserve.” Namora eye grew narrow.

“I wonder if the K’uk’ulkan would agree,” she threatened. Attuma came to her and stared into her eyes.

“He does,” he informed her, then dove into the water. He swam and swam, needing to get as far away as he could. He lied about the K'uk'ulkan; he has no idea if he had any regrets on killing the Queen, and attacking the civilians of Wakanda. Or if he ever thinks about it. But he knew one thing; he needed to get to the Wakandan warrior, before things get really weird for her.

The next morning, following the occurrence; Okoye woke feeling refreshed, all the anxiety she had been feeling seemed have eased up. Maybe the night swim? She was not sure. She felt what happened by the river bank may have caused it. Or did she dream that part. No, something took place while she was in the water; then while she was on the bank.

“Come on Okoye,” she began to try and piece together, what she could recall. She remembered riding Mbandi to the banks of the River tribe. And watching the sunset, before going for a swim. The water was warm and stimulating, she recollected going further out into the deeper part.

“What else? There’s something right there but I can not bring it out.” She walked outside to sit on her porch, staring into nowhere in particular. Then something else entered her mind; she had this uneasy feeling she wasn’t alone. That was unsettling; who else could have been there and not made themselves known? Who? Regurgitated in her mind.

Namora had some concerns about Attuma; and his loyalty to the K'uk'ulkan, as well to Talokan as a whole. He has been moody and defensive. And disappearing for hours, without reporting in. No, she was not his superior; but he needs to be available at the drop of a hat. And his sympathy with the Wakandans was unnerving.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she walked into his quarters, and as usual these days; he was painting a mural.

“Yes, Namora. What’s on your mind?” He never looks at her, or stop his task at hand.

“It’s Attuma,” she says. He pauses, and slightly turns his head to the side.

“What about him?” He asks.

“Something is going on with him,” she tells him. “He’s distance, and not saying very much. Nor interacting with anyone these days.” He turns fully around, and stares at her.

“And this is a concern?” He asks.

“Yes, K'uk'ulkan. He’s speaking of how bad he feels about killing the Queen, and attacking Wakanda.” She watched as he took in a breath, then let it go. He looked at her and stood to his feet. Little wings were sprouting from his feet, where Shuri had plucked them off. He walked towards her, and out the room to stared into the water.

“I do not feel good about how I hurt the Princess when I killed her mother. But that is a choice I will have to come to terms. Attuma is sensitive; but he does what is necessary, and asked of him. Allow him to feel what he does; and trust when needed he will be there. Talokan is his home, and he is sworn to protect it. He is honorable.”

“That is what is getting to me,” she said. Namor turned to her.

“What do you mean?” He looked back at her.

“There is something I kept from you,” she looked to the ground ashamed. He turned fully around.

“Oh?” He questioned. “And what would that be?”

“The night you had us follow the Wakandans, to get the scientist called RiRi,” she began. “She could have been dead, and the Princess wouldn’t have been here. And her mother; the Queen, wouldn’t have had to die, or the attack on Wakandan. Most of all our sisters would still be a live. If Attuma had killed the scientist as I ordered him.” Namor tilted his head to the side.

“I do not understand what you are saying,” he was confused.

“I told him to kill her, but he went after the Wakandan warrior instead,” she informed him. “So much time wasted, and lost of opportunity. What happened afterwards; could have been all avoided, if he hadn’t targeted the woman, and killed the scientist.” Namor walked back in his room, then stood before the mural he created, after his battle with Shuri; the new Black Panther.

Namora was right, if what she says is true; which he doesn’t doubt. Attuma playing around with the Wakandan warrior, and not doing what she ordered; caused a lot of unnecessary deaths and destruction. But if he fought her, why is she still alive? As skillful a fighter as Attuma, and out matched only by himself.

“Why did he not kill her?” He asked her.

“I asked him that,” she said. “He said, she was very skilled in combat. And we should think about, that maybe the Wakandans are as skilled as us.”

“That well may be true,” he said remembering the battle with Shuri. Even if he had not been dehydrated, she could have brought more warriors, and more of her ships with more aircraft. He would not be able to bring them all down, especially with them having a Black Panther now. Shuri showed grace on his people; something he lack in doing.

“But K'uk'ulkan, we have you,” she tells him. “And we are stronger and rejuvenate.”

“Their technology along could defeat us,” he informed her. “And the Princess, she is very smart, so let’s not dismiss her. Has he said much about this warrior?”

“He doesn’t have too,” she says. “I think it could be eating at him, that she was able to defeat him on the ship.”

“She did?” This was news to him.

“Yes,” she replied.

“That does concern me,” he wonders if Attuma's feelings about Wakanda has anything to do with his feeling for this Wakandan. “We should keep an eye on him.” If he can’t have the Princess then no one in Talokan will ever have his permission to be with any Wakandan; alliance or not. He gave Namora an order to send out a decree; it is forbidden to take any Wakandan to mate.

Attuma had no idea where he was going; all he knew, he needed to find a place far from Namora, and her snooping. He weaved his way through the waters of the catacombs, exploring them. He never knew they extended so far out, and lost his track of direction. He didn’t know how far he had swum, as the Talokanils were creatures of the deep; and their speed were greater than the normal human.

He came on dry land after some time to explore; looking around. These formation and coloring were much different from those above Talokan. They were crystalline and purple in comparison to Talokan's. The water was fresher more like the water in Wakanda. Then he realized; he was under Wakanda.

Okoye had to clear her mind, and try to recall what she had been part of the night before. Bits and pieces continue to resurface. Music kept coming to her; no, a song she could hum. A very beautiful and relaxing one; that she remembered. A man's voice came to mind, but no one she knew would know such a melody.

She arrived at the cave she would explore as a child with her friends. It led to the beautiful underground of great catacombs; only accessible through this cave. But she had heard rumors as a child that they could be entered through the ocean. But then it would have to be a very powerful swimmer, since the entrance was very deep.

She put on her gear and went in, traveling for some distance; until she came to the drop down. She hammered the spike into the hard ground, and secured the rope to the hook tightly. Then slowly and carefully made her descent. Usually, she would have others with her, it was much safer doing so; but not today. Too much chatter would interrupt her train of thought. She needed to get to the bottom of the mystery of the night.

Attuma continue his exploration of the catacombs, admiring how magnificent they were. He moved further in, not certain of their depth, or how far they went beneath Wakanda. Luckily, there were streams of water that cascaded through them. He stopped once to take a dive and replenish his supply.

That’s when he heard what sounded like a woman’s scream. He rushed in it’s direction to see if he could be of assistance. This is not the place to be injured and alone. He went some distance from where he had been, and spotted someone laying on the ground in a heap. A rope dangled from higher up. He figures that must be a place of exit or entrance to Wakanda.

“Hey are you alright?” Then realized they wouldn’t understand him his language. But to his surprise, they did as they groaned in pain.

“No, I think I broke my arm,” she spoke back to him in his language. Attuma froze; he knew her voice, and he knew her body. It had been engraved in his mind from last night. The Wakandan warrior. She turned over unto her back, and stared into his eyes. “You?” She said, before passing out in pain.

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