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stillness-in-green · 2 years

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On Giving AFO the Chainsaw Man Treatment

Below the cut, find a pair of asks about the chances of AFO's threat being resolved in a similar way as Chainsaw Man deals with its Act I villain. I'm not planning to actually discuss that CSM resolution, but even a passing description of it represents a major spoiler to anyone who's only following the anime, so hit the jump only if that's not an issue for you.

I gotta say, anons, if anyone in this series has to get age-reversed for a do-over, my first choice would be AFO.

Forgive me; I'm going to talk a lot about the widespread Age-Reversed Shigaraki prediction below. I know you didn't bring up Shigaraki at all—for all I know, you hate that theory just as much as I do!—but most of my familiarity with Baby!AFO is through that filter, so it's through that filter my answer comes. But I don't think either character should get age-reversed, which I'll get to in the latter half of this post. Please just skip to the next bold header if you don't want to read me comparing the two.

Better AFO Than Shigaraki:

So like, as far as I'm aware, the general assumption is that if Shigaraki (the only other candidate for whom reversion to infancy is ever proposed) is rewound to an infant, he’ll truly be an infant, with his memories wiped clean. And this, it's implied, will give him some kind of moral clean slate whereby the person who committed all the many, many crimes Shigaraki has committed will have “died” and therefore be beyond punishment.

If that would be morally acceptable for Shigaraki Tomura—arguing that the person who caused all that harm and death doesn’t exist anymore—why would it not be morally acceptable for AFO? If the people who lost homes and loved ones to Shigaraki would be expected to just let bygones be bygones because That Is A Child, why would the same not be true of those AFO hurt?

Of course, the easy answer is that Shigaraki is himself a victim of AFO, whereas AFO is not—so far as we know—the victim of anyone. Thus, Shigaraki is perceived to be deserving of a second chance, while AFO is not. But if the karma gets wiped clean regardless—if you can make AFO a better person instead of killing him, give him a chance to grow up as a person who will put good into the world instead of bad—I don’t see the two as being all that different.

If anything, I think it’s a better answer for AFO than it is for Shigaraki. Narratively speaking, Shigaraki is a product of Hero Society’s failures as much as he is AFO’s upbringing, so addressing those failures is every bit as important as saving him from AFO for the challenge he presents to feel adequately resolved. AFO, conversely, isn’t challenging a bunch of societal mores,[1] so I feel like the story giving him a do-over wouldn’t feel like it was trying to sneakily evade answering that challenge by raising him up as a good little law-abiding, paradigm-accepting citizen.

Also, the heroes having to deal with Baby!AFO is much, much funnier than them having to deal with Sweet Blameless Tenko. As someone who staunchly believes that All Might has done sweet fuck-all to earn some kind of saccharine Dad Might Raises Baby Tenko ending, I would far rather see him having to navigate the fraught waters of raising the innocent child version of his lineage’s archenemy.

It Won't Be Either of Them, Though:

All that said, I think it’s going to be a moot point regardless because Ujiko’s little Rewind serum is clearly not working on AFO’s memories, nor was the raw version, so to speak, ever shown to affect Deku or Mirio’s. Baby!AFO with his memories intact doesn’t solve the problem AFO presents at all, any more than it would for Baby!Shigaraki. At best, it might reduce the raw physical threat they pose, but if their mentality is unchanged, it’s just kicking the problem down the line for a decade or two.

Even setting the memory issue aside, though, AFO has been pretty clear that the serum has put him on a timer. He’s fretting about getting to Shigaraki because there’s something he needs to do before he, like Eri’s father,[2] gets Rewound to nonexistence. I suppose there are ways around this—having Erasure work on the serum’s ongoing effect, having the serum just run out of efficacy before it can eat through AFO’s prodigious lifespan, etc.—but from the current setup, I don’t think a Nayuta-style resolution to AFO is on the table.

And It Shouldn't Be:

And that's just as well. While I think Baby!AFO would be funny, I can really only say that because AFO as we have him here in the endgame is so two-dimensional that he barely registers as having an identity to lose to the ego death of reversion to infancy.

That ego death is why I don't much care for resolutions that involve returning a villain to infancy. Usually, when I see that plot, the unspoken reasoning runs that the affected character had their life and innocence stolen from them, and thus they deserve a second chance at being happy and having a normal childhood. Maybe that's a comforting thought for some people, and I wish those people well of it.

To me, though, it smacks unpleasantly of rhetoric that says that once someone has been hurt enough, scarred enough, changed enough by their suffering, they might as well just die and start over because they're too damaged to ever find happiness again, so why bother trying? I am Extremely Not Here for that message.[3]

Now, there's probably a whole different discussion to be had about how that plot reads symbolically when the author/readers believe in reincarnation. I have no idea where Horikoshi falls on that in the Shinto/Buddhism spectrum most of Japan occupies. Still, I don't know that it can rightly be called reincarnation, if the person has to grow up with the exact same name they had before and is probably being raised by someone who remembers everything they did under that name previously and is always going to have half an eye on making sure they don't grow up the same way again. That's a pretty lousy "new life," isn't it?

IRL subtext aside, I'm also against the idea because, as I mentioned earlier, Magically A Baby Again is too easily used as an end run around having to meaningfully address a character's anger, trauma, wickedness, or whatever motivation is so insurmountable that it can only be defeated by completely obliviating it. That definitely shouldn't happen to Shigaraki, but even with AFO, it feels like it would serve the same function as a Disney Falling Death: remove the villain's menace without dirtying your heroes' sparkling clean hands with the moral responsibility for a death.

Thanks for the asks, anons, and your patience.

------------------ FOOTNOTES ------------------ 1: Narratively speaking, I mean. Obviously, as The Supervillain Of All Time, AFO challenges all kinds of societal mores! But the reader isn’t encouraged to think of those challenges as legitimate the way they are with Shigaraki.

2: And it only just occurred to me in writing this, if Eri’s quirk requires the consumption of her horn to power the Rewind effect, and we saw it go from Very Large to Tiny Nub just in taking six months off Mirio, what on earth is the explanation for her Rewinding her father out of existence?

3: This is also why I've got zero time for the whole idea that "Shigaraki Tomura" has no meaningful existence of his own; that the thing going by that name is just fifteen years of AFO's Grooming caked on top of an inner perfectly innocent, perfectly preserved, Shimura Tenko.

#bnha #bnha afo #bnha endgame #shigaraki tomura #stillness answers #real talk in the tags:#people getting angrily moralistic about the hypothetical saving or redemption of afo is a factor in why I think it would be funny #but that's the orneriness of spending years being an omni-villain appreciator #in a fandom that was determined that the League were the only villains anyone was Morally Allowed to appreciate #at least Ujiko would still love AFO as an innocent child #All Might would have to adopt BabyAFO because Ujiko is the only other person who'd volunteer

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moonie-cake · 3 months

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MOONY-moony I finally caved and watched dungeon meshi and I am so glad I did (I'm on ep.7 and chapter 15 of the manga) I'M LOVING IT SO FAR KSHDIWNSJ

((rambling ahead))

Like this was so made for me, I mean imaginative cooking and coming up with fantasy recipes had always made an appearance every now and then throughout my life and it always randomly comes back somehow!?

But also the biology and anatomy of the flora and fauna are so well thought out! I freaking love world-building especially when it leans more into exploring the creatures that inhabit it. Their relationships with the enviroment and the role they play in the food chain are often neglected in favour of storytelling in fantasy (not if it IS part of the story thoXD).

The character tho?? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I-

I thought I'd like Marcille but I'm leaning more to the old grumpy man who has no right to be that silly and scrunkly

And another fav element of mine to any good piece of media is angst and tragic backstories woohoo! (but not drama & miscommunication no no). Which I can see the potential from brief moments and posts here.

Fun fact: this was THE first proper anime series that I watched aside from the Pokemon franchise (so glad it was, too)

((end of rambling))

I dunno if you'll read allat but I'm so excited and stimming and can barely form words rn my english might be weird and-

okay thanks for your time Moony I'll see myself out-

HEYYYY ALIIIIII

So so sorry girlll I saw your ask but I kept on not having the time to answer it properly or kept on forgetting it dhehdhdv my bad , sorry

Overall I wanted to say that : CONGRATULATIONS DUDEEE !!!!! YOU JUST GOT DUNGEON MENSHI'D XD

I knowwwwww THIS MANGA OR ANIME HAS ALL OF OUR HEARTS FRRRRR WELCOME TO THE FANDOM BABEEEYYYYYYY

And all honesty , please please NEVER feel shy or bad spamming me in my asks and whatnot , I really don't mind at all hehe

In fact I love it even actually , be it from my moots or anons alike !!

Not only are the foods delicious in there , the animation , the designs , the VOICE ACTING , ....... EVERYTHING IS AMAZING IS IT NOT MY DEAR ALI 👁️

Not even gonna lie to you ((why would I be anyways)) I legit saw one of Dungeon Menshi's scenes in YouTube somewhere and that is when my Tumblr feed SUDDENLY GOT BOMBARDED BY IT AND I JUST KNOW IT'D BE ONE OF THE MOST FIREST ANIMES OUT THERE -- IN EVERY ASPECT-WISE

#anime ??#with dungeons and dragons-themed ??#AND #AND COOKING ?????#SIGN ME THE HECK UPPPPPPP #again #welcome aboard to the messy Dungeon Menshi kitchen fandom Ali #so so glad that you chose to finally watch it HEHE #more to come #more to answer #you ask #and Moonie will deliver !!

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the-gamer-blog-for-anyone · 3 months

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Hey, I figured I’d update y’all on why my posts have been few and far between. It’s a bit of venting but nothing terrible. Read if you want.

I’ll start by saying that I’m sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth every so often. I don’t mean to do that, life gets in the way a lot.

Now onto the stuff.

The major I was in (Music Ed) was a big factor this past semester. I got so stressed about things I had to get done that I got sick, not once, but twice in a row with the exact same illness. Mind you, this was within the span of a week or so, not a month; I have never had that happen before. My immune system is pretty good, so I usually heal pretty quick and am back on my feet, so twice with the illness, especially with it being almost worse the second time, is a problem. Even though it wasn’t something detrimental to my health (like pneumonia. Again.), I still know that if that stress had kept up, something like that could’ve happened.

Unfortunately, music education requires hours, and that moves into classes that need them for you to pass. I had already told the school that I didn’t have a car, but even that did not stop them from assigning me to somewhere that would require one. I thought I had it worked out because I was going to go during spring break, but that was when the illness I had the week before decided to make another impromptu visit. Yippee.

On the other end of things, I basically live in a glorified dorm right now at home. My mom, my brother, and I share a room (stuff and all). That leaves no space, which also leads to even more stress. Living with someone who wants us to wait on them every time we are home is not helpful either (meaning the three of us serve them), but we’re working on boundaries, even if they don’t want to participate.

The last thing is that I had already injured my leg before, but because of that injury and the surgery they did, I was informed recently that the increased leg pain I’m having is just something I have to live with until I can get it replaced (which can’t happen until you’re over 55). Considering I just turned 20 over a month ago, that already feels unusual; Most people my age are doing things I can’t do. It’s not that I hate that them for being able to do those activities, nor do I think that they are judging me for my lack of ability to do them (at least not logically), I just wish I could be a normal 20-year-old who can do them.

I’m mainly telling you so 1) you know why I may be somewhat depressed or go radio silent, but mainly because 2) things are getting better, and I plan to be back.

I’ve already changed majors- Bachelor of Arts as opposed to Music Ed- to take some of the stress away. Taking that off my plate already helped a lot. Plus, now I can actually get back on track for my Psychology minor (which has led me to question what my future goals are, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it).

In terms of housing, we recently heard from a friend about a better place to live temporarily until we can get a house of our own. That would help us a lot if that happens, but even if not, we can work it out. My family knows I need space, and I know they need it, too. After talking recently, we’ve figured out how to work it.

PT is doing good for at least keeping my leg stronger than it has been, and that’s a step in the right direction, even if I still have to get surgery within the next year or so.

Are there things that are still stressful and complicated? For sure. Here’s the thing though:

On top of all this, I know I have a good roommate for this coming year who knows me and my quirks. I also have, aside from my moots and friends on here, good college friends I can hang out with and know I can trust to understand if I need a break (love you @lovelyunknown and @joannaksworld). That makes life so much more bearable knowing I’m not alone.

Anyway, I plan to be back making plenty of happy posts very soon… Unless I have no ideas, which is definitely not impossible.

With that, I hope you have a great day. I love you all!

#the geek speaks #the geek vents #tldr: life was just a lil shitty but it’s getting better now #even if it is still a little convoluted atm

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months

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not a request but I would just love to know...just WHO is sending you these weird requests about murder and vomit? I mean I would think that people would know better than to do that!

obviously since its anon i dont really... know (apologies if this sounds mean or sarcastic, truly do not mean to sound like that i just dont know how else to word this LMAO)

but its. weird. not to diss the anon(s) of course, since ultimately i dont think they mean any harm (or at least thats what i like to think)

but between the vomit, the murder, and the yandere stuff and that other thing that happened a few weeks ago with someone pushing me to answer their request and taking multiple days of me politely turning them down due to being uncomfortable it just. gets exhausting

theres also other requests that i have deleted straight away that i did not bother with entertaining via answering; from slightly worse material than the examples listed above the outright nsfw/nsfw material (again, this is a sfw blog i cannot stress this enough. the admin is not comfortable writing nsfw, as far as they know tumblr does not allow it/theyre not risking getting banned, and they cannot properly/comfortably regulate who does and doesnt see the content. this includes nsfw-adjacent material, regardless of if you hide it behind the word "fluff")(this is also not to kink or fetish shame anyone who has sent in something that i turned down or did not respond to. that aint what im about unless your interests bring harm)

ramble aside, as much as i love writing and taking requests and bringing joy to others with these dumb hcs of mine its getting a little.... you know... thankfully the odd requests are few and far between at the moment, and so far it seems that nearly everyone is respectful when i DO turn down a request for one reason or another; with only one or two bad eggs that keep pushing... so i feel i dont really have much right to complain, thats normal. hell thats even low, given how massive the TADC fandom is + other fandoms i have written for

ramble aside i am grateful for the moots i have made by opening TADC requests, and while i do not talk much outside of these posts i do greatly appreciate the love that has been put towards my dumb hcs. i dont intend on closing TADC requests anytime soon, at least i dont plan to; and i doubt i will close them if i keep getting weird/strange requests since that wouldnt really be fair to everyone else. with all that said and done, i hope you (and everyone else reading this) have a wonderful day, evening, and night; please take care of yourselves

admin signing off

sloppily cartwheels out of the room

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missusplum · 2 years

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Since Nadia kicked Arman out of the club now, do you think he'll take Thony up on her offer to stay at the clinic? Perhaps the writers won't address the issue again but it seemed like they made a big point of her kicking him out both times (maybe just to underscore the change in the status of their relationship?) Kind of surprised that Arman seemed like he still wanted to save his marriage through most of the ep. Love his character and liked the episode but really Arman?! He still seems confused, lol. I hope the writers don't try to backpedal on the marriage again. Time to move on. I would love to see Arman and Nadia have competing clubs next season! What did you think of the ep?

hello anon! in general i quite liked the episode! aside from arman’s absence for half of it 😤

personally i don’t think he’ll stay at the clinic, though it’d be interesting if he did. i think that bit of dialogue was just to show that thony’s caught onto his marriage issues?

more to the meat: i’ve read a lot of people being frustrated with arman trying to save his marriage and while i totally understand why, i feel the need to defend him a bit lmao. incoming long post about arman/armony under the cut:

k to preface, this is all just my interpretation and me trying to make sense of the show so far, because like i’ve said before i don’t think the writing has been super clear either way. it could all change by next episode and i could change my mind and this could all be moot lmao. and it’s probably worth noting that a lot of these thoughts are mostly based on how the characters have been written this season only (because if i try to contextualize too much from last season we’ll just get into the same consistency issues we’ve already talked about lol)

ok first of all, while i totally get that it would be the most straightforward if characters made split decisions and stuck to them and moved forward and never looked back, i just don’t think humans work this way, and certainly not the characters in TCL lol. they’re all a mess in their own ways, and arman is no different. i don’t think that makes him a frustrating character, just a human one

my understanding of arman this season is that he’s more or less lost control of everything in his life that he knows. aside from the money issues, here’s a brief list of things that he’s lost this season: his place as hayak’s second, his business acumen (being forced out of the gun business and that’s all he’s known), his ability to run the club, his dignity while working for kamdar who’s intent on humiliating him, and now his home and marriage. when your seemingly stable life is unceremoniously thrown into chaos, i think it’s human nature to want to cling onto the familiar and cling onto what was your normalcy, and that’s what i see arman doing. he’s trying to salvage the clientele at the club, he’s trying to escape kamdar and buy the club, he’s trying to save his marriage so he can get back that stability again and piece back together the life that he had before

while it would make things so much easier for us shippers if arman just up and fell out of love with nadia, again i don’t think that’s generally how humans operate. melissa carter has said that she sees arman as being in love with the two women; obviously i don’t think he means to string anyone along, but i think they represent different parts of him: nadia in part represents his old life and the life that made him who he is. they had a life together that worked, they were a formidable business team, their goals were compatible. and like i said, putting back together his old life has basically been arman’s main focus this season. not being able to save his marriage (or at least save nadia from kamdar) would also be admitting that there’s a part of his old life that is lost forever. and while that may be true anyway, i think actually coming to terms with that and accepting the end of something you once loved and valued is easier said than done. he also doesn’t want to hurt her and wants to do the ‘right thing’. there was a really good meta piece written a few weeks ago that explained how blaming kamdar and thony for their failing marriage has been convenient for both arman and nadia instead of facing the core issues in their relationship. i’m not 100% convinced that the writers are leaning into this as much as the triangle/quad, but personally i think it makes a lot of sense. the relationship has its own issues, and i think a key piece is the introduction of thony in arman’s life

meeting thony has shifted his values and changed him from the man nadia married, so much so that even if arman did manage to retain everything from his old life, i’m not convinced that he would be truly happy anymore. i think thony has fundamentally changed arman (like he has changed her). it’s not necessarily that he consciously wants to be with thony yet, but i think the way that she challenges him on his decision-making and has this unfailing belief that he is a good person has awoken a subconscious need in arman to be good. being recognized as a good man is something he actually craves, and imo this is a large part of why he’s so unwilling to cut ties with thony. nadia doesn’t care if he is good or bad; thony does, and the reality is that arman does too. nadia has often mocked arman about having a complex to be thony’s hero; to me this clearly demonstrates a fundamental misalignment of their values and a core cause of the dissolution of their relationship. nadia literally cannot comprehend why it’s important to arman to do good things (helping luca, not immediately willing to sell opioids, etc), especially when they inconvenience their business goals, so she reasons it as infidelity and the silly need to be a hero. but to arman, it’s so much more than that: thanks to meeting thony, i think he’s growing more and more fed up with committing crimes just for the sake of climbing up the next rung on the ladder. the more thony challenges him, the more he craves the reassurance, the need to prove to her and to himself, that his soul isn’t completely rotten so he can live with himself at the end of the day

but i don’t think that arman is really aware or has fully recognized this, especially not this season when he’s been so solely focused on getting his old life back. and let’s not forget, thony has been actively trying to help him get his life back. it’s not like she consciously wants to be with him either. thony herself is too morally righteous and prideful to willingly be the reason why someone else’s marriage fails. in many ways thony and arman just want to help each other without anything in return. there’s a real beauty in this!

moreover i think arman and thony represent to each other some element of unknown that can be exciting but also cause for trepidation. i think they have a love for each other but at this point are they in love? i don’t think either of them would say so. like i said, in its current state, the nature of their relationship is very confusing and hard to define for them both — the physical attraction and emotional connection is clearly there, but they have such different lives and backgrounds that in many ways it doesn’t make sense for them to get on as well as they do. there are so many unknowns and enough excuses why they should be incompatible that i think it’s fair for both to question whether or not a romantic relationship would even make sense or be sustainable. even though this season has shown the boundaries of their personal lives blurring a little bit, it seems they’re both still trying to maintain some distance there. this was evident in their argument in ep5 where they talked about the motel guy threatening her family and kamdar threatening his — their families are still considered separate entities; they still see their lives as separate entities. does it really make sense for thony to invite a criminal into her home life and into luca’s life? does it really make sense for arman to give up on the club and wade into the unknown world of prescription meds? would it all just crash and burn?? maybe, maybe not. but i don’t blame either of them for shying away from it in favour of the lives that they’ve lived and known. and i think this juxtaposition of what should make sense to them vs what actually does is what makes their dynamic so intriguing

i don’t really want to get into the business of predicting what scenes or storylines will come up since every time i do i just end up expecting too much and getting disappointed lol. but if thematically the main development in armony’s relationship from s1 was that they trust each other, i think (hope?) maybe that the main development in s2 will be that they need each other. however it plays out, to whatever degree, romantic or not, i’ll leave up to the powers that be. and i’ll just keep hoping and praying that we get a season 3 so that we continue to see them develop and grow!

and thus ends another unnecessarily long word vomit about fictional tv characters

#the cleaning lady #asks #the armony brain rot is real 🫠🫠

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enluv · 1 year

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I CANNOT BELIEVE I NEVER ACTUALLY SAW YOUR EVENT I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT AND THEN HKFHKSJDFSL I NEVER SAW IT UNTIL NOW😭😭😭 so i apologize i'm a bit late BUT I WANTED TO CELEBRATE WITH YOUUUUU

first of all i MUST give you the biggest congratulations in the whole wide world because you deserve it so so so so much !!! you're just killing it all the time and even if you write for groups i don't normally read for, i'm still always so so entertained with the lovely and amazing content that you have to offer to us lucky lucky people who get to call ourselves your moots and readers <333 it's been far too much fun talking with you more recently and ILYSMMMMMMMM

and since it looks like you've still got some slots open for the matchups i've just got to participate in some celebratory self indulgence <3333

my name is your favorite fellow latina (aka maria) and i'm still an adult to this day! luckily (or maybe unfortunately) that will not be changing akdjfhks. i think i've got a similar personality to bang chan (with a sprinkle of lee know). my favorite song is far too hard to choose but i'll go with sorry by the rose for today. i'm a capricorn and one of my hobbies is art ! thank you in advance if i'm not too late to the party <33 i love you lots n lots

PLEASE YOURE GOOD HEHE!! IM EXCITED YOU SENT ONE IN BABE!! AND TY HEHE IM GLAD WEVE STARTED TALKING MORE TOO !!!

OKAY HERE SHE GOES !! HERE IT GOES !!

after much consideration, the match I have picked for you is...yeosang! going off script here but I dont think I could pick anyone else because he’s your soulmate and no one can tell me otherwise! (YEORIA OR MARSANG SUPREMACY‼️) also you being a capricorn makes SO MUCH sense because I love capricorns so much!!!

my reasoning? - maybe I’m biased (I totally am 🤣) but I seriously can’t see you with anyone but yeosang, his demeanor is that of either calmly watching to assess the situation before him or actively participating in whatever shenanigans woo convinces him to get into, and honestly I think with your personality you’d be his partner in crime, do I think joon would appreciate it? absolutely not but he’d love you because you’re making his son happy and honestly that’s all that matters to him! i don’t think I can speak for capricorn and gemini compatibility but i do know that i adore capricorns & yeo i think you’d get along just fine !! you’d make him happy, and support him endlessly and truth be told he needs that in a partner, and you’d give it to him seriously. I’m sure this match up wasn’t what you expected because ateez wasn’t one of the groups but i seriously think you’d be perfect for yeosang, bias aside!

small drabble: the boys watch as yeosang laughs loudly once again at something you’ve just said to him, before you he’d been a bit down, not fully believing in his abilities as an idol, but now here you are uplifting him even on the toughest days, and sure those days will continue to come but they know you’ll be there for their brother, and they can’t thank you enough for that. yeosang is even happier, he thinks he’s gotta be the luckiest guy in the world because how did he even get you? he can’t remember but he knows you’re here for him now and he’s going to continue to keep you, because he adores you more then anything.

#WHO ELSE SAW THIS COMING 🤣#YEORIA OR MARSANG SUPREMACY ‼️‼️#˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ coco’s 3k milestone event!

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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♡ R A N T ♡ I N C O M I N G ♡

I'm mad as fork that I cannot actually comment back to the person who decided to message me a grevance on one of my fics because they were a minor who apparently doesn't understand the meaning of 'do not interact' BUT I am still mad and would like to address this just in case anyone else shares this persons opinion:

I cannot and will not speak for every fan fic author out there but I will speak for myself. Sure, I've thrown together a couple thousand words in an hour or less before and posted it with not much thought going into it. Guilty. But most of my work, especially my chapter fics, I have put MONTHS (going on a full year now) of work into those fics.

I have pulled all-nighters writing, I have bugged the living hell out of my moots and friends with ideas far more than I probably should (you guys are the best and I love you so damn much). I have written thousands of words to highlight and delete it all because it didn't 'feel right' to me. I have scenes and plots that might never see the light of day because I just can't find a place to include them.

So, whatever work/thought you think I've put in, I assure you, it's actually SO MUCH MORE!

If you do not feel like you can relate to the Reader in my story for whatever reason, never you mind the fact that I overthink far more than I should to make my Readers as inclusive as possible, if you cannot picture yourself in the story and it ruins the experience for you then I invite you to not continue reading. Just move along. I cannot appease absolutely everyone and it's taken me a very long while to accept that. So, please, just click away, block me or the story if you must, I will not be offended. Just do not tell me I was careless and put no thought into someone's feelings.

Thank you and have a lovely day.

((as for what was said, I'll post it below if interested--will contain mild spoilers for my chapter fic, She Lit a Fire))

In this story specifically I made the Reader related to Tamaki. I made them cousins and gave no other physical descriptors of the Reader other than she has pointed ears and some scars on her body due to an accident in her past.

The person who messaged me had an issue because Tamaki is obviously Japanese. I am assuming the person who messaged me is a POC or trying to defend POCs because they said they could not relate to Reader because of the relation to Tamaki since that isn't what they look like and I should've clearly stated in the contents section that was the relation.

*deeply inhales*

I AM WRITING THE STORY & INSERT MYSELF INTO IT ALL THE DAMN TIME & I SURE AS HECK AM NOT JAPANESE EITHER!

Aside from being pale, I don't look like him. Then again, I don't even look like most of my IRL cousins!

I do feel bad that this took them so far out of the story that they couldn't enjoy it though.

As a writer, my most important goal is to create a story that my reader can feel immersed and enjoy the tale that I've created. As a fic writer though, writing mostly Y/N's and Readers, I cannot tailor them to every person's exact specifications. I wish I could. But it isn't possible unless someone wants to start sliding me a whole lotta money.

I just, I care a lot about these fics, like, way more than most people probably realize. This one specifically is just super close to my heart and I know I made Reader have more of a backstory and personality to grant the story more depth thus she has some OC qualities about her, but I still try to keep her appearance as vague as possible as well as provide summaries and warnings before each chapter so people are very aware of what they're getting into.

So, I apologize for the rant, especially since the person who needs to see it won't. I just kinda felt like they came after my child and I needed to defend them.

I'd also like to point out that I did state Reader was related to a canon, established character in the two chapters prior to the one it was reveled in. For the sake of the story though, I did not mention who the character was or the relation.

#scarlett's ranting 💥#delete this later 🗑️#I just care a lot about my stories alright #I wanna share them with people so hopefully they can enjoy them too #but if you cannot #then just scroll away #thanks

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hexfloog · 2 years

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Hakuba?

disclaimer: i haven't seen ep.479 yet, it's been a hot minute since i read magic kaito, and i wrote this after a few drinks

(in no particular order below the break)

they got done dirty by fans • despite being basically prototype shinichi (and, appropriately, looking a bit like the end product of using polymerization on him with shiho), he gets relatively little attention. obviously most of this is just due to the fact that he just doesn't appear in anything-- and hasn't for a not-insignificant amount of time-- but that and personality and flaws aside, i think it's kind of a shame because of most everything else on this list, such as...

wasted potential / didn't get enough screen time / they work better as part of a dynamic • his relationship with kaito is so funny. he heckles him """knowing""" that he's KID but has never actually 100% without-a-doubt, irrefutably confirmed it. he gets bamboozled every time but is just so dead set on it that he completely ignores kaito's repeated insistence that he isn't who he thinks he is and just continues to talk to him as if he's talking to KID and that's just hilarious to me. it's kind of like if conan never disclosed his identity as shinichi to heiji but heiji treats him like he does in current canon anyway. of these interactions by far the best one is the volunteering of valuable information to kaito in the middle of the chat noir heist as an under-the-table, backhanded sort of bidding of "good luck." it's a lesser mirroring of the relationship kaito has with conan - but arguably funnier since hakuba """knows""" the truth but conan does not (and likely does not care to, as it would not alter the dynamic). • the above, but now with the added hilarity of him being 1 of 3 members in a group of 4 (one of whom is JUST KAITO HIMSELF sksksk) who know that kaito moonlights as KID at the conclusion of MK1412. i'm a little mad this didn't continue like WHAT were they gonna do LMAO • adjacent to the above: his apparent (former? is he still into her?) infatuation with akako. obviously it's just/mostly a result of him being under her spell but it's so fucking funny that she still sort of notices him regardless. even if he is just a means to an end she calls upon him when kaito is in danger in sun halo, which is... wild?? akako is also member #2 of this KID group which makes this even funnier, deadASS what was the endgame of this group gonna be in practice LOLOL, everyone just uses everyone else as bait for something or other and the end goal of unmasking KID is just completely moot if 75% of them already know

wow! they are a horrible person

• you cAN'T JUST SAY THAT TO HEIJI AND GET AWAY WITH IT

• *wildly gesturing* YOU ALSO CAN'T JUST ACCUSE OTHER PEOPLE OF NEPOTISM (something something people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones etc. etc.)

• in the MK anime specials canon, hakuba has relatively little interest in capturing KID and instead uses him as bait iirc?? tbf they're all guilty of this in the MK1412 canon, but it rubs differently when spider is the prey they're trying to catch - different if only because he poses a legitimate threat to even kaito. even if he saves him before he's lost to the nightmare that's still something of a MASSIVE gamble, especially if both he and kaito combined are not much of a threat to spider T___T like this is like... how conan tends towards recklessness when the black organization is involved, including the disregard/failure to consider the full consequences of involving or using the people around him, villain or otherwise (pisco and itakura, at least, come to mind).

why do they look like that • he LITERALLY debuts in sherlock cosplay • his eyes are red?? hello???? (why is this so vivid in my memory but now when i try to look up screenies to corroborate they're brown in every single one of them)

whatever. they're red to me. makes things more interesting sksksks

i don't really have much to say about them / i forgot this character existed (am i the biggest lying liar or nah. look at all this text) • despite all of this, that's kind of all i have to say about him. i didn't do my homework and am drawing purely on memory and that's a little hard when he makes so few appearances even in the MK canon(s). MK in general has a lot of wasted potential tho imo and i think that extends to its primary cast too, including hakuba. personally i think he's far too wacky to mesh well into detco canon, in the same way that detco kaito is not quite the same as MK kaito.

all in all i think hakuba, unlike his successor, is really not at all tolerable on his own and works infinitely better with practically anyone else in the ekoda gang (but mostly kaito, bc they are both proprietors of a part of the MK-brand of Shenanigans).

anyway thank you for the character!! nice opportunity to think about the fellas i don't typically yammer about :D

#ask #ask game #marshmallowgoop #dcmk #hakuba saguru #internal screaming hours #text

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New chapter (but kind of a stand alone too)!

I don't often say this, but I am incredibly proud of this chapter. My goal with it was to showcase just how amazing Alan is and just how much work he had to put in just to be able to fly that big, red rocket.

I understand if you don't read my stories, or don't follow them, but in this you can literally skip the first section (it's only tiny) and the rest is a standalone story.

So please, give it a read maybe? I worked really hard on this.

Here's a snippet!:

“I’ve done my research,” John insisted, his ‘don’t test me’ scowl firmly in place. “And the law itself doesn’t include a minimum age to be space rated and certified, all it states is that you’ve completed and fulfilled all the requirements for training. The training itself is age rated but again, that’s not a law, that is a guideline and a rule set by the training organisation itself. All the law asks is that you are physically fit and capable and that you have completed your training to the required legal standard.”

“I’m aware of the law, thank you,” Colonel Casey responded coolly. “The only reason there isn’t a minimum age by law is because no one has ever attempted it before, so there wasn’t a need for it. But the fact remains that Alan is too young to attend our training facility. So the point is moot.”

“Who says?” Scott asked. “Because the only entry requirements John found was the list of skills needed and Alan ticks every box.”

“I know he does,” Casey sighed, “but I can’t make allowances for him just because he comes from a privileged family that’s given him a leg up the ladder. The other candidates would resent him, he would be at risk of bullying or worse and I don’t think any of us want that.”

“Of course we don’t, but we also know that whatever happened, he could handle it,” Scott insisted. “We just want you to give him a chance.”

Casey opened her mouth to say something but paused, closing it again. She looked at first Scott, then John, studying them intently for a few moments, before slowly nodding. She knew the family well, had watched the boys grow up from kids into men and she knew that when they had set their sights on something nothing in the world could dissuade them. They were their father's children through and through, and if there was one thing she knew, it was Jeff Tracy could never be told no. It was better to work with them than even attempt to push against them.

“No special treatment,” she said firmly, her tone broaching no arguments, needing to retain some kind of control over the situation. “No shortcuts, no allowances, no exceptions. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” John said.

“We wouldn’t expect anything different,” Scott answered, his eyes meeting hers and refusing to look away.“Nor would we ask for it.”

“He’s going to have to complete every single part of the training just like any other trainee would.”

“Of course.”

“He’s still in school,” Casey reminded them, even though she knew that she was risking them seeing it as an insult. “His education cannot take a back seat to his space training, not in any way, shape or form.”

“We would never allow that,” John promised her, trying so hard to keep the disgust he felt out of his tone. As if they would ever allow Alan's desire to fly to interfere with his schooling. They all knew that practical knowledge could only take you so far, the real power came from the theory. Book smarts was something that couldn't be ignored or glossed over, it couldn't be shoved aside and ignored, nor would he ever have allowed it to. If anyone valued education, it was him.

“He’d have to do the work alongside his school work and make sure he keeps up with it, the moment he starts to fall behind I’ll pull him from the program, that is non-negotiable.” Casey knew she was pushing them, maybe even offending them, but it was far too important to worry about treading on any of their precious feelings.

“We’d do the same,” Scott assured her, keeping his tone as even as he could, he knew that she wasn't saying it to be nasty but because she cared about Alan too. “He’s not stupid, we know he can handle it.”

Once again Casey paused, searching their faces for any hint of dishonesty there, not continuing until she was satisfied.

“He needs to complete the entry exam, just as anyone else would, if he passes that then he can start with the theory portion of the training,” she offered, attempting to be fair but also keep her authority firmly in place. “He can attend online lectures and lessons and, if he can manage the studying alongside his school work, then he can take the theory exams. Only when he’s completed that can he start basic training. That will require him to be here in person, so that needs to be arranged with his school, we all need to be on the same page.”

“Consider it done,” John said. “I've already spoken to his school and they have agreed that as long as he stays as far ahead as he is, he can take a reasonable amount of time off if needed.”

“Looks like you’ve thought of everything already.”

“Looks like we have,” Scott shot back, the beginnings of a grin forming on his face.

“Then I guess I have no option but to conditionally allow him entry.” Her tone sounded weary, resigned, as if she were still reluctant to even allow it but they knew better than that.

“Can we tell him now?”

“Am I right in assuming he’s outside?”

“Of course he is, you don’t think he would have allowed us to leave him at home, do you?”

“Then I suppose you had better let him in and put him out of his misery,” Casey said, fighting to keep the smile off her face. These Tracy men were something else.

“Shall I do the honours?” John asked, already moving towards the door.

Scott glanced at Casey, who nodded her agreement.

Read the rest here on Ao3

And please, no spoilers in the comments, thanks x

Also lots of thanks to @olliepig for reading it through and both her and @myladykayo for listening to me plot and bitch.

#alan tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #colonel casey #grandma tracy #hiram k hackenbacker #alan and his rocket.#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirdsarego #selene tempest

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frustrated-writer-skyeknight · 3 years

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Actors AU

Rudolph Sackville-Bagg, as "Rüdiger von Schlotterstein"

🧛 🙋🏼‍♂️

Tony Thompson, as "Anton Bohnsack"

Q&A sessions

Interviewer: What do you think is the best thing about working with Rudolph?

Tony: We read lines together a lot, and his breath doesn't smell like garlic.

Rudolph: The vampire jokes haven't stopped since day one. The worst one he's made is 'fang-tastic.'

Tony: Hey! You said you liked that one.

🙋🏼‍♂️🧛

Interviewer: There have been rumors circulating that there's dating within the cast. Has it interfered with shooting scenes?

Rudolph: *looks at Tony*

Tony: *looks at Rudolph*

Rudolph: We rather not bore you with the details.

Tony: But if we have to give an answer, let's just say... Only in the best way, and leave it at that.

🙋🏼‍♂️🧛

Interviewer: What's the most challenging thing you've done so far?

Rudolph: Everyday, sitting through make up and having the bloody body paint applied all over me.

Tony: Saying Ruddy's character name as opposed to his real name.

Rudolph: He once said root beer; we had to take five as neither of us are unable to keep from laughing.

🙋🏼‍♂️🧛

Interview: What is the most important lesson you believe can be taken out from this movie?

Rudolph: Differences don't matter, at the end of the day. Like our characters. They've barely knew each other for a day, but Anton was able to see that Rüdiger was just as frightened as he was when they met. They're different, but also the same. They're both persons.

Tony: Always lock your windows... Or don't. Depending what you're into.

Rudolph: Lovely, Tony. Children may be watching this at home.

Tony: Kidding aside. Personally, I believe there's an underlying message that racism is moot. It's not the person's color that matters; what decides if they're trustworthy or not. It's what they do. Coming from America before living in the U.K., I believe things can be better if there were a little more understanding and acceptance.

🙋🏼‍♂️🧛

Interviewer: I think we have time for just one more question. With the characters you portrayed for the movie, what quality do you think you share with them the most? There's a request from several fans if you would answer this for the other.

Tony: Oh, so like, I do Rudolph and he does me?

Rudolph: *Snorting*

Tony: What? Ohhh...

Rudolph: To answer, yes Tony.

Rudolph: I'll go first then. I think Tony shares Anton's lack of self-preservation. Anton is willing to befriend someone that could most likely kill him if he loses control. At the same time, I can't count with the fingers in my hand the numerous times Tony nearly injures himself on set.

Tony: Rude.

Rudolph: That said, Tony's brave; it's his first time acting, but he's daring enough to pull it off quite well.

Tony: You could've led with that.

Tony: Rudolph, like Rüdiger... Hah! Got it right this time.

Rudolph: Miracles of miracles.

Tony: Anyway, like him, Rudolph seems hardcore and edgy at first. But deep down, he's a big ol' softie who likes hugs.

Rudolph: Hey!

Tony: It makes him comfortable to be around and you feel like you can trust him with anything.

Interview: And that's all the time we have for today! Thank you for your time. Bye!

#The Little Vampire 2017 #Actors AU #Tony Thompson #Rudolph Sackville-Bagg #Rüdiger von Schlotterstein #Anton Bohnsack

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Unbidden - Act 1, chapter 5

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Morgan awoke to the sound of humming. He stretched, groaning as his muscles protested. Evidently his choice of sleeping positions had not been ideal, but he'd been too tired to care when he'd settled in. The humming stopped, and Deckard Cain turned to him from where he had been tending a pot over a small fire nearby.

"Would you believe," he said, "that none of the Sisterhood would give me your name, friend? Such a strange thing."

He would believe it. He'd learned long ago that it was generally not worth the trouble to correct people once they'd decided what they wanted to call him. The strange thing here was how little Cain seemed to be troubled by his presence. He would enjoy it while it lasted.

"It's Morgan."

"Well, Morgan, we have much to discuss. But before we get started, let us eat. You must be famished after yesterday's events." He held out a bowl of steaming soup, which Morgan accepted gratefully. It was hot and filling, exactly what he hadn't realized he needed. He'd gotten cold overnight.

Morgan briefly summarized the request that had brought him here: to disturb the progress of the unidentified manifestation of darkness taking root in these lands. Cain filled in quite a lot of details while Morgan mainly listened, asking occasional questions for clarification. A great and ancient evil had come to light in Tristram, leading eventually to the tragedy that had befallen the city. Although a hero had been successful in defeating that evil, it seemed he had been unfortunately corrupted by the same. He had fled eastward, but to complicate matters, another powerful demon had arisen to trouble the area.

Cain suspected this new demon to be Andariel, the Maiden of Anguish. Quite a title. He shared what he knew about her: a venomous demon queen with the power to enthrall mortals unlucky or unwise enough to look her full in the eyes. Like most major demons, her power also manifested in a sort of influence that spread out from her like a miasma. By Cain's estimation, this would be apparent through increased emotional sensitivity in those affected, to complement the physical anguish she was capable of inflicting. That would be something to look out for; emotional regulation was the foundation that gave strength and clarity to the priests of Rathma. To have it disrupted would compromise his ability to act in the best interest of the Balance. Morgan would have to be careful about that.

He was enjoying the conversation, to his surprise. Cain had a vast wealth of knowledge and seemed eager to share it. He was explaining his interpretation of a particular prophecy when Blaise stalked up to them with a sour look on her face. She glared daggers at Morgan, crossing her arms.

"Good, you're awake. Come with me, we have work to do."

"We do?" He'd expected - hoped, if he was honest with himself - that her involvement would be finished after retrieving Cain. That was as far as Kashya had demanded it, anyway. "I thought you-"

"I thought this nightmare was over too, but I just finished arguing with Akara. One of our old commanders has risen from the dead to attack us, and she blames you." She looked back toward the gates. "I told her that's not how your stuff works, but she didn't believe me." That was a surprise - he would not have guessed she might speak up in his defense. He wondered what had changed. Maybe Cain had convinced her somehow. The man was good with words, with people, in a way Morgan knew he could never hope to echo. "So if you don't come with me to put her back in the ground, you're probably going to regret it," Blaise continued with a pointed look.

Well, Morgan couldn't argue with that. He stood and stretched, taking stock of his belongings as Cain pressed Blaise with questions. She bore them with more patience than he'd expected. One of the other scouts had survived the attack, but her recovery was not going well. It sounded like she'd been poisoned. A shame they hadn't kept the arrow; he might have been able to identify the toxin. But then again, if he tried to treat her and failed, they would be even less willing to trust him. If Cain was right, it would be a moot point anyway - he thought the resurrection was Andariel's doing, meaning that the poison was likely due to her influence. He had no experience with that type of venom.

"Oh, Morgan, I almost forgot," Cain called out as they were leaving. Morgan turned to see him holding something in an upraised hand. "You had better take another scroll of town portal, in case you should need to return with haste."

"Thank you." He accepted the proffered scroll with a small bow of his head, tucking it into his belt.

"Let's get a move on already," Blaise called. She had already started walking. Morgan jogged to catch up, already apprehensive about the journey ahead. Her mood had softened around the old scholar, but it seemed Morgan would not be privy to those benefits. He hoped this situation would be resolved quickly so he could begin planning his attack on Andariel.

The battle was over in short order. The reanimated rogue captain had called out to Blaise by name, which confirmed Cain's guess about her origins - only very powerful forces could resurrect both flesh and spirit. She must have been buried inexpertly, leaving her vulnerable to those malign forces. Most funeral proceedings not led by the Order of Rathma or other experienced practitioners were more for the benefit of the living than the dead. At any rate, it served only to fuel Blaise's already considerable anger, and she'd defeated the revenant with only a moment's hesitation. Several piles of earth were evidence of Morgan's attempts to provide support. Each golem was ever so slightly faster to rise than the last, but this enemy had been agile enough to render them all but useless until she'd stumbled over a previously flat spot of ground. Not an elegant solution, but effective enough in the end. Now Blaise was examining the body, brow furrowed.

"Hey. Ghoul... uh. Morgan." That was a surprise. Cain had called him by name in front of her, but he'd assumed she wouldn't be bothered to remember it. "If you do that... ceremony. Like in Tristram. Will it... help her?"

"The final rites will lay her spirit to rest, and consecration should prevent her from rising again." He'd planned on performing them anyway, as a matter of course. At the very least, they would prevent her from being wholly resurrected again - powerful magic could overcome a properly consecrated body, but it could not pluck a spirit back once it had passed on.

Blaise seemed reluctant to ask outright, but she did step in to help when he went to move the body back to the grave it had clearly clawed out of. He opted for a more thorough consecration ritual and a shorter liturgy, both of which seemed to be well received. Blaise didn't raise any objections, at least. The interment was easier than the last ones, the ground more yielding, but a frown crept onto Morgan's face as he stood up and surveyed his work.

"What are you making that face for? Didn't it work?"

"No, that's not it. Your commander is at peace now, but there are many restless dead here. It must be Andariel making them stir like this." He could barely hear their whispers at the edge of his awareness if he concentrated. It was a little unsettling; usually he could only just sense a hint of the spirit lingering on a set of bones, nothing near this strong. He lacked the natural facility with spirits that drew some of the acolytes to his Order. At any rate, their agitation was cause for concern.

"I don't have the supplies to handle this many."

"I guess we'd better take the fight to Andariel, then. Don't look so surprised," she added, folding her arms across her chest. "The Sisterhood doesn't want there to be a... demon queen or whatever just running loose. She's killing our people. And apparently bringing them back again, and that's just fucked up. I may not like you, but you're the only person who's come through lately and survived. So we might as well work together on this."

"Yes, of course. You're right." The suggestion was wholly unexpected, but sound. Their objectives aligned, at least on the surface. If that was enough for her to tolerate working with him a little longer, he wasn't about to turn down her assistance. She was many times stronger than him. Luckily, she seemed capable of putting aside her personal feelings temporarily in order to meet a goal. It was really about as favourable a partnership as he could hope to make.

Now seemed like an opportune time to present a peace offering of some sort. But given her previous overreaction to a completely innocent comment, he didn't really want to risk giving a gift that could be taken as a token of anything he didn't intend. Perhaps... knowledge? There had been few of his brethren in the Order who'd had trouble with the portal scrolls, but their difficulties had always been resolved with a little coaching. It seemed like it would be worth trying.

He plucked the scroll from Cain out of its spot on his belt and held it out to her. She eyed it suspiciously. "Here. These are useful. You should try it again."

"It isn't that far to go back, you know," she said, not making a move to take the rolled parchment.

"The object is to see if you can use it. Not to actually travel. You might need one in the future."

She snatched the scroll from his hands and unrolled it with a snap of her wrist. "I can't even read what it says," she grumbled.

"Neither can I," he said. She looked up from the parchment with a perplexed frown. "It's not words, it's more like a spell," he explained. The look on her face told him she was going to need more than that. "You just have to believe it's going to work. Try telling it that it's going to open a portal for you."

"You didn't have to tell it anything when you did it yesterday."

"I already know how it's going to work. I just have to... acknowledge that I expect it to let me travel somewhere, and think about where." It was much easier to do than to explain. "Just try," he urged. "You don't have to say it out loud," he added, in case that helped.

She looked back down at the scroll. Her lips moved a little, and shortly a small circle appeared in the air in front of her. Her eyebrows rose in surprise.

"See, it works for you. Now try to think about a specific place," Morgan advised. Slowly an image came into focus within the circle. It looked like the inside of a building. There were rows of beds lined up, presumably the barracks of the Sisterhood. Blaise looked cautiously pleased as the portal opened up fully now that it had a destination.

"I guess it's not so hard to use magic, is it?" she said with a smile. It was strange for a moment, having that smile aimed at him.

"Not this kind," Morgan agreed. There were many different types of magic and some of them were quite difficult to use even for experienced mages, but he suspected this would not be the time to get into a discussion on the topic.

"How do I close it?"

"It will close on its own when you come back through it, or if the spell is disrupted. Yesterday I tore the parchment to close it."

"Huh. Thanks."

Morgan nodded an acknowledgement and turned to go. The walk back would give him a chance to think about how to best approach the situation. Andariel was probably lurking within the nearby cathedral, if the patterns of undead were to be trusted. Demons often liked to pervert religious spaces, and major demons tended to draw flocks of lesser evils around them.

"Aren't you coming?" He turned back to see Blaise standing by the portal, hands on her hips.

"I'm walking. It isn't that far to go back," he parroted.

"This is easier, though. And faster."

"That looks like your sleeping quarters," he pointed out. "I doubt I would be welcome."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Good point. I'll see you back outside the encampment, then." She turned and paused for a moment, then strode confidently through the portal. Morgan waited until it had flickered closed behind her before taking his leave. He would have preferred to be able to put more of the spirits to rest, but that could be seen to after Andariel had been defeated. There would be little point in wasting his energy on a task that was likely to be undone. He stopped at the cemetery gate and knelt, touching a hand to the soil. A thin line rose up, curling around itself in a simple sign. It marked the area as requiring the attention of a priest of Rathma. This way, if he was to fall in battle, the next of his Order to come along would be able to soothe the unquiet dead.

He raised another golem and started walking. With this new partnership, there could be a reasonably good chance of defeating Andariel. He wondered what state the cathedral would be in, and how many skeletons he might hope to find lying beneath its floors. He hoped there would be some stained glass still intact. Not for any strategic purpose, just because he liked it. It was his personal opinion, not endorsed by the priesthood, that artisans who spent their efforts on creating beautiful things were doing work for the Light. Of course beauty and skill did not appear in the list of attributes that added up to make the weight of a person's goodness or lack thereof, and it was really just idle musing on his part. Still, he appreciated beauty where he found it.

#my writing #story: unbidden

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morganaseren · 3 years

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WIP Meme (Warden Inquisitor Niamh/Warden Bethany)

Tagged by: @illusivesoul Many thanks!

Tagging: @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressari, @jellydishes, @w-h-4-t As usual, I suck at telling who has or hasn’t been tagged yet.

So this WIP is from prompt #3 I made off this list. It doesn’t tie into the other Warden Niamh/Warden Bethany AU I’ve already written; this is something wholly separate. No knowledge of it is needed to read this.

Granted, this is a much rougher draft than what I’d normally post here, but given I’m already more than a month behind on updating OtSttCA, I thought you guys would appreciate the treat. :)

Things you might want to know:

As with any AU where Niamh is a Warden, she’s the one who undertakes the Dark Ritual with Morrigan in order to spare anyone from being sacrificed once the Archdemon is slain. Through magic, Kieran is born as a result of their union. While both women carry a great deal of respect for one another, they aren’t and were never in a romantic relationship although there’s gonna be a whole separate AU for that once I get around to writing it.

Niamh is the Warden-Constable for Ferelden while her sister Saoirse is the Warden-Commander and Hero of Ferelden. Saoirse and Leliana are married sometime after the end of the Blight.

As a result of going on the Deep Roads expedition with her sister, Bethany contracts the taint and has to undergo the Joining in order to save her life. She is transferred to the Fereldan branch of the Grey Wardens by Stroud not long afterward.

Niamh and Bethany are in an established relationship by the time the events of Inquisition begins.

While Niamh would normally be off searching for the cure by then, I'm just going to headcanon that she and Morrigan weren’t able to find a suitable lead in their research until much later—enough that they start hearing about the mass disappearances of Wardens across Ferelden and Orlais.

Out of concern, Niamh and Saoirse convince the remainder of their comrades (except for Bethany obviously) to head toward Weisshaupt for help, but Niamh senses that's enough wrong about the situation that she also tells them to journey there in secret. Vigil’s Keep is pretty much closed down at this point until they can figure out what’s going on.

Niamh and Bethany head out toward the Hinterlands to follow up on reports of some Warden sightings in the area. It's when they're stopped in the Crossroads area (where you meet Mother Giselle) that Niamh has Bethany to ask the villagers for any leads while she heads up to the Temple of Sacred Ashes to follow up on a tip there. The usual stuff happens, and she ends up waking up in Haven's dungeons, where she gets interrogated by Cassandra.

Honestly, this follows pretty closely to how OtSttCA unfolds as far as the major decisions being made within it goes. However, because she wasn’t in self-exile for a decade, Niamh’s a lot more laidback and confident in her ability to lead, especially with Bethany by her side.

Along that same vein, Bethany is also more self-assured in her abilities as a mage now that she no longer has to fear hiding from Templars. As such, she’s much quicker to speak about what’s on her mind rather than bottle them up as she used to in the past. She confronts Cassandra like an absolute badass several times during the beginning of the story in defense of her lover, which you can check out below the cut with the rest of the content. ;)

Like in her canon world state, Niamh isn't treated well when she’s imprisoned. The guards merely know that she's a mage, so they're operating under the assumption that she caused the explosion at the Conclave. It doesn't help that Niamh's been essentially undercover to search for the missing Wardens, so she's not wearing her usual uniform to signify her status. Cassandra does her whole intimidating interrogation as per usual when Bethany—in all her Warden regalia—bursts in with Leliana.

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"She leaves with me," she leveled at the Seeker coldly before turning to Leliana with a deep frown. “Why did you not put a stop to this?”

“I arrived here at the same time as you. I didn’t know she was here until she was already imprisoned.”

Niamh couldn't help but chuckle under her breath, utter relief filling her. “I think you may invited utter ruination upon your heads with those two."

Cassandra frowned. "What? Why?"

“What do you mean why?” she parroted with a roll of her eyes, unimpressed with what she had seen of the woman and her colleagues thus far. "Leliana’s my sister-in-law, and the Warden next to her is my fiancée, whom—might I add—you've actually succeeded in making angry.” The corners of her lips turned up into a languid smile. “Not an easy feat, and not a fate I would normally wish upon anyone.”

“Hush,” Bethany muttered as she brushed past Cassandra—all but shoving her aside with a pointed shoulder—as she knelt at Niamh’s side to begin healing the wounds she’d received from her captors. All the soldiers began backing away uneasily, especially as Leliana walked alongside her. “I’m already upset that you sent me down to the Crossroads while you went up to the Conclave alone.”

“It was the easiest way of scoping out the area," Niamh defended even as she sheepishly shrank back beneath her lover’s glare. "If the individuals we were searching for were still down in the village, you would have seen them, and if they were up at the Temple…Well, I suppose that’s a moot point now, given what our new acquaintances have just revealed to me.”

“Do you remember seeing anything at all?” Leliana asked then in concern.

“I can’t recall much of anything before the explosion.” Niamh admitted with a frown. “I thought I remembered someone screaming, but then there’s just... nothing.”

“And...” Leliana gestured toward her hand. “That mark?”

She shrugged as much as she was able to, especially given her heavy shackles. “It certainly wasn’t there when I went to the Temple.”

“What is going on here?” Cassandra demanded then, perhaps confused as to why their supposed prisoner had proven so much more forthcoming with Leliana than anyone else thus far.

“You’ve met my wife before, yes? This is her younger sister Niamh Cousland. She is also the Constable of the Grey here in Ferelden, Cassandra,” Leliana stated gravely. “While the Wardens may not regularly involve themselves in politics, Niamh’s high enough up their chain of command that this country’s branch would fight to the death to get her back, and that’s not even involving what Saoirse herself will do once she finds out her sister's been hurt.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose wearily. “Not to mention the Teyrn of Highever…”

---

After the demons upon the frozen lake had been defeated, Niamh felt the brush of a warm hand in the crook of her elbow gently pulling her back before all she could see was Bethany’s back as her lover marched right up toward Cassandra, heedless of the obvious height difference between them.

"Point your sword at her again, Seeker! Kindly test my patience right now, and see what happens!"

Niamh was mildly amused when Cassandra actually appeared to be a bit startled and had to move back a step so as to not accidentally stab the woman. The Seeker’s dark brows furrowed in confusion. "Are... Are you threatening me?"

"Only because you’ve threatened her repeatedly!” Bethany scowled. “Niamh's very life is in danger so long as that portal in the sky exists; she has no reason to put yours in harm's way. She’s made it more than abundantly clear she’s willing to cooperate even after the mistreatment she received from you and your colleagues." Amber eyes narrowed, and despite their bright depths, there was little mistaking the ice within them. "I haven’t, however, and I’ve no reason to if you’re going to blatantly ignore your own words to the contrary simply because she’s a mage."

Cassandra sheepishly sheathed her weapon. "I’m—"

"If you ever think of drawing a sword on her again, your friendship with Leliana or no, I swear it will be the last time you ever draw breath," Bethany spat, tilting her chin up defiantly. "I’ve lost enough. I will not lose her too." She turned then to hold out her hand for Niamh, allowing the first bit of tenderness to enter her expression as she called out to her. "My love..."

Niamh chuckled quietly even as she weaved her fingers through Bethany’s. “Still so quick to defend me?”

Her lover smiled. “Always.”

Afterward, Cassandra was left to follow behind the two women, who proceeded to lead the rest of the way up the mountain.

"I did tell you not to make her angry," Niamh quipped to Cassandra later upon reaching the first outpost, grinning when she earned a soft sound of disgruntlement.

---

Nothing had really prepared Bethany for the sight that greeted them upon reaching the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

There were so many bodies scattered across the immense crater, expressions twisted in permanent states of terror as they tried to guard themselves against a danger beyond all earthly imagining. Horrified with such evidence of the Breach’s power, it was then that she realized that if Niamh hadn’t somehow received the Mark, she likely would have—

"Bethany?"

She jerked in place, turning to see her lover’s concerned eyes watching her.

"It's nothing,” she mustered up with a weak smile. “I'm right behind you."

Bethany saw, however, that Niamh couldn’t be convinced, as was evident in the tender way the other woman had taken hold of her hand. Niamh said nothing else, as was always her way. She never pressed her to offer anything more than she was ready for. She sighed.

"I should have been there with you," Bethany murmured at last, looking at the strange mark still glowing upon her lover’s palm. It was nothing that even with all her healing magic can hope to fix, but Niamh merely shook her head.

"No.” She brought Bethany’s hand up to her lips to press a kiss reverently across her knuckles. “Were you there with me, I fear you would have died with everyone else," she admitted solemnly. "My heart would not have survived such devastation."

---

Bethany was beside herself with worry when Niamh fell unconscious upon the first, unsuccessful attempt to seal the Breach. Niamh was brought back to Haven to recover, but Bethany refused to leave her side despite Leliana's attempts to get her to take care of herself as well.

"Bethany—"

"You know as well as I do that your colleagues would have killed her down in the dungeons if we hadn’t arrived when we did," Bethany said flatly from where she sat by Niamh’s bedside. "Everyone in the village knows she’s a mage now, and I don’t need to remind you of how well-liked we are on a regular basis..."

"I’ll have my agents watching her. What nearly happened outside the chantry will never happen again."

Bethany bristled instantly at the memory.

---

She’d still been inside the building to relay some information regarding Saoirse to Leliana when they heard the first outraged cries beyond the doors. As the uproar grew louder in volume—all demanding the death of the one who had supposedly killed the Divine—Bethany had rushed outside immediately just in time to see civilians and more than a few soldiers attempting to stone Niamh.

Infuriated by the blatant injustice, Bethany reached over her shoulder for her staff and immediately slammed its point into the ground. At the moment of impact, a wave of force magic traveled violently across the ground, taking the mob entirely off their feet. She had been mindful to curve the energy away from Niamh—and inadvertently Cassandra, who had sidled up to aid the other mage, just as she unleashed her magic—so her lover had remained unharmed and even grateful for her arrival if her relieved smile was any indication.

Still, Bethany steeled her features to utter impassivity as she coolly strode through the crowd. Those within it seemed to be in various states of bewilderment as they tried to regain their bearings, but she took note of the many widened eyes that recognized the blues and silvers of her Warden regalia.

“You will show Ferelden’s Constable of the Grey the proper respect she is due,” Bethany said lowly as she placed herself alongside her lover, her gaze searching for any signs of rebellion to her words. “Anyone who would dare accost her in spite of her title will sorely live to regret it...”

---

"Can you really make such promises?" Bethany asked dryly.

"I can certainly try. Niamh’s family. Saoirse would never forgive me if something happened to her, especially if she knew there was anything I could have done to prevent it." She sighed. "Nor would I be able to forgive myself for that matter. Niamh’s a kind woman, and much like you—and any mage—she’s so undeserving of the treatment she often receives from others.”

---

Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE mages; thus, it should come as no surprise that I always go to get the mages at Redcliffe as allies.

It should also go without saying that Bethany also would have gone with Niamh to deal with Alexius and the Venatori. Per the events of In Hushed Whispers, it's canon that the companions who went with you there become prisoners in the twisted, future version of Redcliffe.

While Warden mages are more susceptible to Corypheus' influence, I headcanon that Bethany was so furious with the loss of Niamh to Alexius that she fought against the mind control even to the point of torture like Leliana. When Niamh sees her in the future, Bethany's so pained, broken, and exhausted but so very thankful to see her lover again.

There's hope again—no matter how small—and Bethany's determined to help her set the world right again.

What little happiness they have at their reunion obviously doesn't last long, especially with Alexius’ death. With the Elder One beckoning at their door, Bethany goes off with the other companions to stall the demons and Venatori outside to give Dorian time to cast his spell.

I’ve always headcanoned that mages have auras unique to the type of magic they specialize in and that they’d be able to subtly influence the world around them based on their emotions. You see evidence of that a lot in OtSttCA, especially in those moments where Niamh’s angry or upset.

In any case, per my headcanon, mages would be able to sense one another although the distance at which they could detect such magic would be dependent on the senser’s overall power or their relationship with the other mage. As close as both women are, Niamh absolutely feels the moment Bethany dies... :(

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She felt the absence of Bethany’s magic like a dagger to the heart.

It had been there, burning as bright as the sun, and then it had stuttered—dark clouds eclipsing its light—until it simply settled inside her like a dead weight. Left bereft of that familiar, constant presence that had been her very reason for breathing for so long, it was as if water had pooled into her lungs, threatening to drown her. The sensation immediately brought her to her knees, leaving her gasping for breath.

"No..." Niamh whispered out brokenly, anguish and horror overtaking her even as Leliana tried in vain to urge her back up to her feet again. She couldn't hear the other woman's concern past the shattering of her own heart. In its place was simply an aching emptiness that slowly began to consume her whole...

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Let’s just say that Niamh’s not happy with Alexius when she and Dorian manage to return to the present...

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The fighting between the Inquisition and rebel mages against Alexius and his Venatori was brought to an abrupt halt by the presence of the Fade rift that appeared overhead. The force with which it easily tore space and reality asunder was enough to take everyone within the audience chamber off their feet, especially as stifling heat and wind spilled from the portal along with two figures.

“Give her back..."

Bethany blearily looked up when she heard Niamh’s familiar voice, and relief filled her when she saw that she was standing beneath the now sealed rift. Even with its disappearance, however, she realized all too soon that it had done nothing to quell the storm that had now taken residence within the room, sending banners and tapestries flying with whipping gusts of wind. At its center was her lover, who was standing so still amidst the chaos around her, regarding Alexius with such apathy in her expression.

“What?" the old magister uttered in confusion, shakily rising to his feet only to have his progress nearly undone as lightning struck the ground next to him with a deafening peal of thunder.

Bethany saw how his throat undulated as he swallowed in nervous regard of the mage slowly making her way toward him. His fingers trembled with the effort to form flames between them.

"...Who gave you the right?” Niamh asked, voice as low as the rumbling thunder, as she strode toward the dais.

The pressure within the room escalated once more as an aura of absolute fire surrounded her. Like vines, they rose from the floor up in spiraling patterns before enveloping her entirely with almost playful licks of flame. Nothing in Niamh’s expression indicated the display of power was in any way exhausting to maintain whereas Alexius was already weakened from his initial spell to destroy her along with his efforts to keep the Inquisition at bay.

But it was not a woman who sought to meet him.

It was death.

As if aware of the sudden danger he was in, Alexius threw forth several barrages of fire at Niamh, but her smooth, relentless advance couldn’t be stopped. She made no attempt to even bat away the bursts of magic. If anything, the flames just seemed to absorb themselves into her. Her aura flared higher, burning more brightly beneath each attack, and as Alexius tried to back away, he inadvertently tripped himself into the throne behind him. He flinched as another peal of thunder made itself known, and as he reflexively turned his gaze to the dark storm clouds coalescing above them, he didn't see Niamh Fade-stepping forward to close the distance between them until he was choking from the fingers around his neck. With her enhanced Warden strength, Niamh was able to lift the magister off his feet entirely, leaving him to dangle helplessly.

“Who gave you the damned right to take her from me?!” she demanded.

With her cry, the fires along the sconces and the hearth behind the throne went out entirely, gone with the sudden gale of wind. As such, the only light to be seen came from the flashes of lightning above them and the fiery aura surrounding her. In the sporadic moments the room illuminated itself, there was little mistaking the utter hatred in Niamh’s eyes.

She was going to kill Alexius.

It would have been well within her right, given the magister had attacked her first within their meeting, but Bethany’s eyes widened when she saw how the staff on Niamh’s back began to rattle violently. Against the sheer heat emanating from her body, the silverite wolf head adorning the top of the staff began to melt entirely onto the floor in thick dregs of liquid while the shaft bowed and arched until it creakily bent in the middle, angling itself with the sharpness of an arrow.

Oh, no... With dread, Bethany scrambled to her feet and darted over toward Niamh. Without her staff to act as a catalyst, if Niamh burnt too much of her magic away, she could cause irreparable damage to herself and those around her.

Upon reaching her lover’s side, she placed her hands on Niamh’s face, desperately trying to draw her attention from Alexius. For a moment, nothing could sway her from trying to squeeze the life out of the magister, and she winced when she felt Niamh’s magic already begin to fluctuate erratically against her own.

"No, no, no! Look at me!” She jerked her lover’s head toward her. “Look at me, Niamh! Please!"

And as Niamh did, she watched in confusion as the woman’s expression froze. The lips that had been pulled back in a sneer of bared teeth slowly went lax, forming an ‘o’ of awe and disbelief, as recognition began to dawn in her lover’s gaze. With it, Alexius gradually slid from her grasp to collapse at her feet with desperate gulps of air, but Bethany paid him little mind. With relief, she saw Niamh’s fiery aura dissipate along with the glow of her eyes until they returned to the pale grey she adored.

"That’s it. Come back to me,” she encouraged. “Just breathe." Bethany took one of her lover’s hands in hers, placing it over her own chest, allowing Niamh to feel her breathing. “Slow and steady. Just like that.”

As each breath fell into sync with her own, Niamh's expression gradually softened into something so reverent and sweet that it almost hurt to see—as if salvation had finally blessed her—but Bethany smiled when she saw the battle rage finally leave her.

“There we are."

Niamh used her other hand to gently cradle the side of Bethany's face. “You’re still here…” she breathed, utter relief in her voice.

“Yes.” Bethany frowned in concern at her reaction. “Always."

---

When they returned to Haven, where Niamh gave her official report to her War Council, Bethany was horrified to learn all that her lover had endured from Alexius’ spell.

Afterward, Niamh suggested they spend the evening in their cabin together rather than explore the trails out the village as per usual, and Bethany didn’t object. She understood her lover’s need to reassure herself that she was still there with her—that she wasn’t simply caught in a dream that she could never wake from.

“Is... Is this okay?” Niamh asked quietly, wanting permission to seek such comfort.

Niamh was always thoughtful in everything she did for her—in bed or otherwise—and while she never treated her like glass, Bethany could count on one hand the number of times she saw her magic unfettered like in Redcliffe. She had felt subtle traces of it occasionally with their intimacy although it was usually with purposeful design—heat, ice, and tickling traces of lightning—that were meant to tease.

But rarely was it ever so close to the surface like this—a conduit of power coiled so tightly within mortal form—waiting to burst beneath Niamh’s skin.

“It’s okay,” Bethany said, gently lacing the fingers of Niamh’s marked hand in hers.

The other woman had been reluctant to let her touch it although it hadn’t shown any notable effects toward anyone—or anything thus far—save for its ability to close rifts. Still, Niamh had been skittish all the same, fearing that it might harm her.

...Or perhaps she believed it was a damning mark of shame—of guilt—much like it had been when the people of Haven had attempted to stone her to death.

---

“There’s no denying that this mark is tied to the Breach. You saw the wreckage at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. You saw how many people died, and I still can’t even remember what happened before or after that moment beyond waking up in the dungeons. What if I did do something to cause that explosion?”

“If you had, it would not have been intentional,” Bethany insisted with a frown. “The mark is unlike anything we’ve ever seen, yes, but that you bear it all does not mean you were the one who created it.”

But Niamh couldn’t be swayed as she paced back and forth before the hearth of their cabin. “How can you be so certain?” she murmured.

“Because I’ve known you for years, Niamh. You would never purposely hurt anyone without provocation. Trust in me if you can’t yet trust in yourself.”

---

With permission given, Bethany found herself gently laid out against their bed as Niamh sought to touch and bring her pleasure all throughout the night.

Over the years, she’d become remarkably acclimated to Niamh’s magic that felt so much like a forest caught beneath a winter storm of ice and lightning. It was normally as calm as it was now—crisp as the first intake of breath beneath a cool dawn—but there were times where it could be provoked. The incident in the audience chamber was proof enough of that, where it had settled over them all like the tolling bells of judgment—an inevitability inviting the nascent danger of death.

Bethany had been beyond concerned when she had seen the first bits of viridian energy springing across her lover’s eyes then. There had been an almost disturbing beauty to them—a ring of vines gathering just at the outside perimeter of silvery irises—but that they had pulsed in time with the mark upon Niamh’s hand...

Bethany had feared for her, especially when it seemed to flare all the brighter with the fury that had overtaken her.

She was glad to see no evidence of that now as Niamh laid contentedly next to her. Even though Niamh was sated at last—the burning, restless energy within the other mage having finally simmered down to faint embers—she seemed reluctant to drift off into sleep. Winter-grey eyes continued to lazily rove across her face and form, as if cataloguing every detail less she forget later.

In response, Bethany reached out to tangle her fingers through the dark mane of tousled hair, letting her nails gently rake across her lover’s scalp. Pale eyes had widened imperceptibly at the sensation, but like always, they soon became half-lidded with the soothing nature of it. She heard the quiet hum of disgruntlement, as if protesting the notion of Bethany’s attempts to lull her to sleep against her silent vigil, but she merely shushed her.

“Shh… Rest, my love. I’ll still be here in the morning when you wake.”

---

And that’s basically it.

Again, since this is still in its rough draft phase, it’s not as polished as I’d like it to be, but I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, leave me a like, comment, or send some love to my inbox! Until next time, dear readers!

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #bethany hawke #female warden/bethany hawke #fanfic #My writing #OTP: In Search of Silver Linings #lee's au ideas #female cousland/bethany hawke

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saintofanything · 3 years

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techno’s dedication

HERE IT IS, FRIENDS, THE RED BANQUET MAKING US ALL WINNERS AS WE FINALLY GET THE BEST EXAMPLE OF TECHNO’S COMMITMENT TO ANARCHISM YET

previously, i have heavily argued about techno’s methods of pursuing anarchism and especially his specific brand of anarchism in how it relates to the characters. and i stand by those points! they’re almost all still true!

however

techno’s previous examples of how he enforces his anarchy were heavily layered and nuanced because of the complicated history between him, the countries, and the characters involved in them. him blowing up l’manberg on doomsday was also a personal quest for vengeance for the execution. him visiting snowchester with the syndicate was heavily weighed on by his history with tubbo and their relationship and overall came off as very sinister or at least condescending or uneasy. so our views of those actions are, in a way, tinted - they’re still true to techno’s ideals, but there’s so much to the situations that it’s hard to get a more concrete read on techno’s true commitment to anarchy itself.

i even said in my syndicate post that how he handles the Eggpire and Kinoko Kingdom would be the true test of his characterization as an anarchist, and whether or not it would prove him a hypocrite.

AND BOY DID WE GET OUR ANSWER. with the red banquet, we get a totally different tint. previously techno’s anarchy was violence against people - even the people he was claiming to help. but this time, he actively protected people at risk to himself (it was very safe for him to assume the eggpire was fully armed and most of the attendees would not be)

and he genuinely cares for his hound army! yes they’re a battle asset, but he took great pride in never leaving a dog behind, and he lost all but one. that’s a pretty big loss for him on the server, character-wise.

and not only did he risk himself and his hounds, but he teamed up with QUACKITY. god what i wouldn’t give for that conversation. techno has had a DEEPLY antagonistic relationship with quackity in the past, and quackity outright calls him his greatest enemy, and while techno may not reciprocate to that degree, he absolutely sees him as a very real enemy.

and techno teams up with him anyway.

techno had every right to worry that this was a set up, a trap, a trick. that quackity could be one of the eggpire, that he wasnt but would sacrifice techno or even just let him die, there were a dozen ways this could have gone so horribly wrong. let alone, techno has NO personal investment to stop the Egg beyond it threatening him and Ranboo (and they live so far away it’s almost a moot point)

but techno trusts. trusts that quackity wants the egg gone and that’s good enough. trusts that quackity means what he says, that he can be relied on for the greater good, that he wants to protect his friends, whatever it is, he TRUSTS quackity at his word that they can put aside their past to take down the eggpire.

techno has proven he is willing to work with his enemies, with someone who killed him, for the sake of anarchy.

and does this translate in the opposite direction? how far is he willing to go against people he loves and cares about to meet his end? would he go against phil? (god i am so sad we were robbed of redza, that question would have been answered then and there)

anyways, i am a techno enthusiast who is also hyper-critical/analytical of him and i am so very very very glad we were given this moment for his character

#dream smp #technoblade

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5-stardustbunny · 3 years

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I was struck by the sudden desire and inspiration to write some Aizen / MC / Ophion content. I want to preface this by saying a.) My only knowledge from Aizen comes from the Valentine’s Jail event so I apologize if he comes across out of character. B.) this is gonna be pretty much all sexual, do keep that in mind before reading! Haha, it’s so much longer than I’d intended

Anyway let’s gooooooooooooo

· One Day Aizen called you to the Tycoon’s tower to ask you for an unusual favor

· “…you want me to teach you how to please someone in bed?”

· This was the last thing you’d ever have expected to hear Aizen say to you. If it was anyone else you may have written it off as a joke. But even for how red his face is, Aizen’s eyes are serious and pleading.

· “Yes! Please teach me!”

· “uhhhhhh, can I ask where this is coming from?”

· “As you know, I’m tasked with residing over Love. But I’ve come to realize there is a whole way of expressing love that I know nothing about. It is my duty to learn everything I can on the subject so that I may better understand those who feel love and express it in this manner!”

· “Okay, I can kinda get that but…” You pointed at yourself sheepishly “Why me?”

· “I trust you.” Aizen responds without hesitation “Your status as a love singularity aside, I know you to be honest and kind, I trust that you would guide me diligently and unerringly through this.”

· Well there wasn’t much you could say to that.

· “Hm where to go then? Both our dorms are probably a no go if we don’t want to be overheard. A love hotel?” Aizen choked at that suggestion. The answer occurred to you as you pounded him the back. “I’ve got it!” Grabbing him by the hand you make your way further into the tower.

· He followed obediently, only digging his heels when you alighted from the elevator on a familiar floor. “Hold on, this is--!”

· “Ophion’s private apartments, yeah. It’s perfect, no one comes here if they aren’t looking for him and he’s out for some meeting today! Don’t worry, he gave me a key” Reluctantly Aizen agrees this is the best option and allows you to drag him into his master’s bedroom.

· You sit Aizen down on the luxurious bed and strip him of his jacket and shirt. Before pulling off all your clothing. “People all like different things, so the most important part of sex is communication.” You explain calmly, running your hands lightly up and down Aizen chest. “For example, I don’t particularly like receiving oral, but I do enjoy giving it. Getting bitten is a big turn on too. Is there anything in particular you do or don’t like?”

· “Not that I can think of, um , S-sensei.” You look mildly amused by the title but continue your instructing. “Well I guess if you did, we wouldn’t be here right now huh? Sex is a give and take, you should want to please your partner but it’s also important that you are enjoying yourself too. So let’s take a moment to figure out what you like, hmm?”

· You ran your hands more firmly across his chest, pressing kisses across his pecs as your hands tweaked his nipples. Aizen inhaled sharply at the sensation, unconsciously pressing further into your hands. After a few minutes of this you pull away, clearly please at how flustered he’s become. “Wanna give it a try?” You offer, gesturing towards your own chest with a sly smile. Aizen nods bashfully and pulls you to sit on the bed, before placing trembling hands on your chest, pinching and massaging them as you had his.

· Eventually you lightly pull his hands away with a grin. “Got a good idea of when someone’s enjoying something now?” Aizen nodded fervently, you’d been quite vocal in your praise, it had left him feeling a bit heated if he was being honest. You herd Aizen further onto the bed until he’s laying in the middle. You straddle him, drumming your fingers on his chest as you contemplate something for a moment.

· “Hmmm, I think for todays example, I’m going to ride you. It won’t be too much work on your end and put what you’ve learned thus far into practice.”

· “I-I see…”

· You guided Aizen through the process of prepping someone for sex, particularly when there’s no lube on hand. Once you were already to go, you stripped him of his pants and underwear, giving him a few pumps just to make sure he was hard and ready to go.

· “You ready?” You asked as you got into position, eyeing him kindly.

· “Y-Yes” Aizen replied, surprised by how worked up he already was “Please p-proceed.”

· Slowly you sank down onto him, and Aize saw stars. Gritting his teeth against this overwhelming feeling, Aizen focused on not moving until you gave him the okay. You took a few seconds before grinding against him. Voice airy, you started walking him through sex, ways to set pace, things that may increase pleasure for your partner, anything you could think of.

· Aizen was so lost in the sensations he was experiencing he didn’t hear the door opening.

· “What?” You said playfully, looking off to the side “You couldn’t even bother knocking?”

· Aizen froze as he heard the door click closed, and slowly he turned his head to follow your gaze.

· There stood his beloved master in all his glory. Ophion.

· The dragon ran his gaze along the entwined pair of you on his bed, eyebrow slowly raising. Aizen felt a rush of both shame and arousal shoot through him as his master’s eyes fell upon his disheveled state.

· “My sincerest apologies my beloved spouse, had I known it was in use I may have announced myself before entering.” Ophion fixed his amused smirk firmly on You and Aizen tried to calm his racing heart “Though I’ll remind you just whose room it is that we’re in right now.”

· You wave him off “Sure sure, whatever. Now do you mind? We’re in the middle of something here!”

· Aizen would have chided you for speaking to his mater so disrespectfully, but he was struggling to find his tongue. Ophion merely gave a deep chuckle, and to Aizen’s dumfounded surprise, walked further into the room. Aizen couldn’t bring himself to look but it sounded as if the dragon had dropped himself into the chair on the far side of the room.

· Aizen jumped slightly when you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Is this okay? I can make him leave if having him hear makes you uncomfortable”

· You could feel his head shake rapidly and he stuttered out an embarrassed “N-n-no, I-I don’t m-mind”

· So he likes being watched? At least by Ophion. How cute! Smirking, you gave him a peck on the jaw as you pulled back up to a lounging position atop him. He seemed even more flustered than before and you couldn’t help but think it that red was a good look on him.

· “Now where were we~?”

· Your lesson continues, teaching Aizen a multitude of ways he might please a partner of various tastes and encouraging him to explore what he enjoys.

· Aizen didn’t forget his Master was in the room by any means, but it was hard to focus on it when you were grinding on top of him, instructions periodically interrupted by lewd sighs and erotic moans.

· “Sensei.” Aizen suddenly gasped out. He could tell he wouldn’t last much longer, he was far to inexperienced and he’d gotten quite wound up with Ophion’s appearance “M-may I…t-try something?”

· “Of course? Whatcha thinking?”

· Using his shaking arms, Aizen propped himself up from his laid out position across the bed, until he was sitting upright, shifting you even more firmly into his lap in the processes. This new angle feels nice indeed.

· Your strangled gasp worries him for a moment though. “I-I’m so sorry!! Did I hurt--?!”

· “Nope!” You manage breathlessly “Nope nope, not hurt. ‘s good! Really good!. You’re way too good at this for a virgin you know that?”

· Aizen blushes to the roots of his hair at the praise, and continues putting your lessons into practice. Bouncing you on his lap, and running his hands across the parts of your body you’d told him you most liked being touched.

· It’s by pure chance he happens to look over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of his master. Ophion is watching the pair of you with a heated expression. Eyes trailing down, Aizen nearly chokes on his own spit when he see the dragon has his cock out and his pumping it to the timing of Aizen’s own thrusts. Aizen’s gaze snaps back up to Ophion’s face. The man is watching the two of you quite closely, not just his beloved spouse, but the man you’re riding as well.

· Perhaps noticing his gaze, Ophion makes eye contact with Aizen. He shoots his subordinate a seductive smirk and licks his broken horn.

· Something snaps inside of Aizen and he comes undone jerking his hips rapidly as he comes. Hoping this will be enough to bring you to your release as well (and desperately wanting to hide his burning face) he buries his head against your shoulder and bites down, as he recalls you telling him you enjoy.

· It does the trick, and you topple over the edge as well with a high keening moan

· Body trembling, Aizen lightly takes hold of you hips to help you dismount. You both a mess of sweat and other bodily fluids, and while normally he’d be up in arms about dirtying of his master’s belongings, he focuses for the moment on catching his breath.

· This proves quickly to be a moot endeavor. Any breath he’d managed to regain is quickly stolen away when Ophion walks up to the bed, dick still out and now rock hard.

· The dragon looms over the two of you, eyes full of lust. His gaze runs over his beloved spouse, before surprisingly falling on Aizen. The man finds himself straightening up unconsciously, and Ophion gives him a wicked smile in response.

· “That was quite the show, it got me all worked up. I trust you’ll take responsibility for this?”

· Aizen looked from Ophion’s face, to his cock now hovering inches away from Aizen’s own mouth, and back to his master’s face. The dragon didn’t seem to be joking, ad Aizen was too overwhelmed to do much more the splutter nonsensically for a moment.

· You took pity on your poor student and leaned into his ear to offer him some encouragement in the form of advice.

· “He likes in when you suck on the tip a little bit before taking him all the way in” You shared conspiratorially, grinning at the embarrassed squeak Aizen gave in response “Don’t worry if you can’t get all of him on your first try, he really likes if you wrap your hands around whatever doesn’t fit. Thinks it’s cute.”

· Aizen risked a glance at you, and though it had a slightly teasing edge, your smile nonetheless reassured him that you were all for him sucking off your “spouse”

· Taking a shuddering breath, Aizen reached out and wrapped his hands gently around the length presented to him. Sucking on the tip briefly before slowly working what he could into his mouth.

· Ophion let out a pleased groan, running his hands through the other man’s hair as he began his ministrations.

· For your part, you knelt next to Aizen, running a hand along his spine and occasionally whispering pertinent advice into his ear. It didn’t take long for you to notice that Aizen’s own dick beginning to grow hard again. Smirking you reached down to help him out with that.

· Aizen jumped at you first touch, but slowly relaxed into your ministrations, focusing all his attention on pleasing his beloved master.

· The moans Aizen gave as he got closer to his peak reverberated around Ophion’s length, driving him near his own edge. The Dragon looked down at the bed, taking in the way Aizen inexperiencedly went down on him with the tenacity and single-minded determination with which he approached every task. And his beloved spouse jerking off the other man while whispering into his ear all the secrets they’d learned to please Ophion.

· It was a pretty picture indeed. He could get used to this.

· A yank on his hair from Ophion combined with a sharp jerk of your hand proved to be Aizen’s undoing, and he came, splattering his stomach with his seed. He took Ophion further in his mouth as he groaned, desperately wanting to bring the other this same pleasure. The sensation pushed Ophion over as well, and Aizen eagerly swallowed, though some of the Dragon’s essence still spilled down the man’s chin.

· Aizen gasped as Ophion pulled out of his mouth, trying to regain his breath yet again. It distantly registered that you disappeared from his side for a moment

· Ophion grabbed the man’s chin tilting his face up to make eye contact. Aizen stared back flustered but still every bit as awe struck as he ever was in the presence of his master. Ophion smirked, running his thumb across the man’s chin to wipe away the trail of cum left.

· “Not bad for your first time. I’m eager to see how you progress from here.”

· “Wh-wh-wha--? I-I-I don’t--?”

· You plopped back on the bed next to Aizen with a washcloth, shooting Ophion a mock-reprimanding frown. “Don’t just spring things like that on the poor guy, you’ll stop his heart. Careful with the praise too, he seems to really have a thing for it.”

· “Y-you--!” Aizen turned on you in embarrassment but was too flustered to form any coherent counter to your words. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful kiss on the cheek before wiping down his stomach with the cloth you brought.

· “My apologies.” Ophion offered a small bow, eyes sparkling with amusement “Perhaps such things are better left discussed after some rest.”

· Aizen opened his mouth to say he would be happy to discuss it now but the words were blocked by a large yawn. It seemed the whole ordeal had left him more tired than he’d initially believed.

· “Oh!” You perked up “You get tired after sex too? Nice! A certain dragon has way too much stamina to relate, but after-sex naps are the best!” You toss the rag over your shoulder and on the floor without care.

· Aizen tries standing to go put it in the laundry bin because “you can’t just make a mess of Ophion’s room!” but you ignore him, pulling him further up the bed until he’s laying the middle of it again. You immediately cuddle up next to him, and Aizen tentatively wraps his arms around you after a moment, to your obvious delight.

· Ophion watches on with amusement, until you urge him to lay down as well. Aizen expected the dragon to move to the other side of the bed to lay next to you.

· It was a surprise then, when he instead laid behind Aizen and using his long arms pulled both of you into his embrace

· Flustered and more than a little confused, Aizen allowed the sound of your’s and Ophion’s breathing to lull him to sleep.

And then in the morning they all have conversation about entering a Poly relationship.

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