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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 7
Or: a secret Admirer AU
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6
Robinâs been keeping her eyes peeled, and things have only gotten weirder.
Chrissy and Steve are still tied at the hip, still holding hands sometimes in the halls, sheâs still wearing his letterman jacket any chance she gets. It all screams perfect textbook couple destined to win prom king and queen in a few months and pop out boring babies with glorious hair a few years later.
Except, sheâs seen Chrissy leave two more notes in Eddieâs locker, has seen her and Steve pick up random books out of the library and pull envelopes out of them. Sheâd think the pair were pulling some sort of horrible prank on Eddie, if Chrissy wasnât so goddamn nice.
And sheâs seen Steve staring down the other boy, more caught in Eddieâs pull then even Chrissy is. Itâs like heâs trying to melt Eddieâs eyeballs straight out of his skull with the force of his gaze. For his part, Eddie never even seems to notice.
Thatâs not even mentioning whatever the hell had happened in the cafeteria last week when Eddie had kissed Chrissyâs hand, and then Steve had whisked her away before Jason could start some sort of pissing contest.
Even the band nerds were all atwitter with that development.
And then thereâs the other guy: Jeff.
Before this whole cluster of a situation, she hadnât known Jeff from Adam, but now heâs everywhere. It feels like every other day now heâs climbing into Chrissyâs passenger seat and theyâre speeding away, not a Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson in sight.
Or theyâre in the library doing the same mail pick-up that Chrissy and Steve do together. Once, Robin had even seen Jeff by her side as sheâd dropped a note into Eddieâs locker, which might be the wildest part of the whole situation; Robin had been under the impression that he and Eddie were friends.
Thereâs some benefits to being invisible: no one notices her.
So, sheâs got all these building blocks to the juiciest gossip in Hawkins High for probably decades, but, no matter how she stacks them together, she canât make them into a picture she understands.
All she knows is this: Steve Harrington is up to something shady.
Robinâs got her eyes open and a mission of the heart. Sheâll protect Chrissy with all she has, and if Steve gets caught in the crossfire? Thatâs fine with her.
***Â
Chrissyâs still all over Harrington. He doesnât get it, canât comprehend why someone who leaves him such lovely, lovely notes has stuck herself to that doucheâs side.
Eddie doesnât get it.
Is it the status bump? No, canât be, even Eddie knows the guyâs fallen a few pegs down the ladder since whatever the hell had happened with Wheeler last year.
Maybe itâs the looks? Heâs got that swoopy hair all the girls fawn over, and the features to back it up. But Chrissyâs never struck him as that shallow, no matter how hot the guy is.
Is it the money, the car, the nice clothes? What does Steve Harrington have that Eddie doesnât?
Is it the way he leans up against lockers, smiling at every girl in his sight like theyâre his whole world? The way he tucks a lock of hair behind their ears, eyes smoldering, touch gentle? Steve goddamn Harrington with his jockish good looks and sweeping charms.Â
He justâdoesnât get it.
He also doesnât get why he hasnât received a note in his locker for a couple days now, not since Eddieâd come up to her table in the cafeteria and kissed her hand.
Her nails had been painted a perfect pink, and when Eddie looked away to stare Harrington down, heâd noticed the guy had nail polish on, too: a bright yellow that would have suited him if it wasnât chipped to hell.
It was such a small, incongruous detail, but it niggles at Eddie late into the night. It doesnât fit with who Eddie knows Harrington to be.Â
It didnât fit, and heâs tired of nothing fitting together the way it should, so heâs been avoiding Harrington like the plague.
So, when he catches Chrissy in a rare moment where Steveâs not loitering in her periphery, he approaches again, hands raised like, see here, Iâm harmless!
She smiles at him, white teeth damn-near glinting where they peek out from behind her lips. Eddieâs reciting sonnets in his head.
âMiss Cunningham,â he says, bending over at the waist and bowing low as she laughs at him. âWould you give this lowly Dungeon Master the honor, nay the privilege, of accompanying him on his quest this Thursday?â
Chrissyâs headâs tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog as she asks, âin plain English?â
He bounces closer, pleased to have even gotten his foot in the door. âMy Dungeons and Dragons club is starting a new campaign tomorrow,â he says. âWant to come play?â When she purses her lips instead of answering, he scrambles to continue. âOr even just watch?â
Chrissyâs lips are still pursed, but sheâs nodding slowly, like sheâs thinking about saying yes. âThat might be fine,â she replies. âWhere should I meet you?â
And thatâs how he finds himself with Chrissy Cunningham sitting in at the next Hellfire session. Garethâs awkward because he always is when thereâs a pretty girl in his vicinity, but Jeff smiles and chats with her like theyâre old friends. Doug doesnât seem to care one way or another, too focused on getting the newest campaign started to care about an interloper.
It goes off without a hitch, Chrissyâs presence blending into the background. He forgets her entirely until the end of the session when she starts slinging questions at them, and Jeff starts patiently explaining what a modifier is, and how they know which dice to roll as Eddie packs up his supplies.Â
Heâs got grand ideas about taking Chrissy home, had even cleaned out his van for it, but Chrissy was always destined to pop his ego.
âThat was great, Eddie!â Chrissy cuts in, barely waiting for the party to finish celebrating to speak. âBut, Iâm already late to meet Steve, so Iâve got to go.â
âUh,â Eddie says, staring at her retreating back, âokay.â
She turns back around right before sheâs through the drama room door, still smiling as she calls, âsee you guys next week!â
Sheâs going to see Harrington, the bane of Eddieâs current existence, but she did say it was great. No, sheâd said Eddie was great.
Truly a mixed bag.
Eddie takes his time wrangling the boys out of the room and into his van, determined to hold onto the high of Chrissy Cunningham watching him DMâno way would he let Harrington of all people ruin his night.
***Â
She damn-near runs out of the drama room, lie leaving a bitter taste on her tongueâsheâs not late to meet Steve, isnât planning to see him at all.
Itâs just, she knows what that gleam in a boyâs eyes means; Eddie was about to do something stupid. Ask her out, or try to flirt, or do something else both embarrassing and heart-crushing for Steve.
So, sheâd done what sheâs best at in uncomfortable situations: sheâd lied.
Now, sheâs just gotta get out of the school before anyone can call her on it.
The schoolâs eerily empty, the fluorescent lights only on in patchy segments, luring all the lingering students into the poorly-lit parking lot where Chrissyâs car waits. She just wants to get into her bed and wait until she can debrief with Steve in the morning.
Sheâs just twisted the key in the lock and begun pulling it open when a hand reaches past her and slams it closed. Chrissy jumps, fear coiling through her stomach and rapidly churning into anger. She turns, back to her car, ready to curse out Eddie or one of his other club members, but the words die unsaid in her throat.
Itâs not Eddie; itâs Jason. His handâs still slapped onto her door, keeping it closed, and in the dim light of the parking lot, his eyes are almost glowing. She wants to take a step back, but heâs effectively boxed her into the side of her own car.
âAre you serious, Chris?â he asks. The nickname sounds wrong in his mouth, all toxic and chopped up. Not at all like when Steve says it. âYou really are hanging out with freaks now?â
âJason, Iââ Chrissy starts, hating the way her voice trembles.
âAre you sleeping with that freak now, too?â he demands, crowding farther into her space. âHarrington was one thing, but Munson?â
He says Eddieâs name like itâs a curse. Sheâs scared, still, but suddenly sheâs furious that she wasted years of her life with this douche, that sheâs still wasting time being afraid of him.
âHeâs better than youâll ever be,â she snarls, unsure if she means Steve or Eddie. It doesnât matter, itâs true for both.
Without wasting another word on the jackass whoâs made it his mission in life to make her feel small, Chrissy yanks her door open. It hits him in the face, sending him stumbling to the asphalt with a groan.
Even still, she rushes to slide into her car, ramming the key in and backing out without even checking her blind spots for unsuspecting pedestrians.
Jasonâs just making his way back to his feet when she glances into her rear-view mirror before turning out of the parking lot and onto the street.
Her hands shake on the steering wheel making the car jerk about.
She doesnât go home.
All the lights are on in the Harrington house, and she worries for a second that his parents are home for once before she sees the solitary car in the driveway. She parks behind it, taking the extra minute to line her car up perfectly parallel to it, hoping her hands will stop shaking by the time sheâs done.
Steveâs waiting on the stoop by the time she makes it out of her car and up the driveway, hands still shaking with aftershocks of flight or fight. His arms are crossed, and heâs scowling down at her from his casual lean against the closed door.
âWill you come to Hellfire with me next Thursday?â she asks, voice wobbling around the request.
âWas it that bad?â Steve asks, scowl shifting into a teasing smile before she steps into the halo of the porchâs light and he catches sight of the expression on her face. âAre you okay?â
His hands are on her shoulders, warm and grounding against the chill thatâs seeped into her skin. She reaches one of her hands up to brush the wetness from beneath her eyes. âWill you come?â she asks again, question firming up and sharpening now that sheâs here, safe.
Steveâs hands squeeze, warm, warm, warm. âCourse, Chris,â he replies, and she was rightâit is better coming from his mouth. âWant to come in?â
She follows him into the house, curling herself up small in the corner of his couch, relieved when he sits close. He doesnât say anything, doesnât rush her at all, just waits, patient the way Jason never was.
âYouâre a great fake boyfriend, you know,â she says, smiling when he laughs and knocks their shoulders together.
âWell, as your fake boyfriend, do I need to kill Eddie?â he asks, and when she looks up from her knees, his eyes are almost shining with sincerity. âBecause I will, you know.â
âI know,â she says, cheeks warming, not because she likes a boy, but because she has a friend, a real one who would pick her even over his crush. âBut, Eddie was nice.â
Steve hums, slumping into her further. âSo, who am I killing?â
âNo one!â Chrissy replies, laughing just a little. Steveâs just like a dog with a bone; sheâs always been a dog person. âOr Jason, maybe?â
âWhat?â Steve barks, all playfulness gone from his voice. âWhat the hell did heââ
âHe didnât do anything!â she rushes out, making space between their bodies so she can meet his heated gaze. âHe just freaked me out.â
âBut, he canâtââ
âBut, youâre a good friend, and will come to Hellfire next week to keep it from happening again, right?â
Steve groans, slumping back into her and hiding his face in her hair. âYouâre the worst,â he grumbles, only continuing when she pinches him hard right beneath his ribs. âBut, fine! Iâll go!â
âThank you,â Chrissy replies, glad she hadnât gone home to recover alone.
Steve rubs his face against her head like the freak he secretly is. âAnytime.â
They stay there, bathed in the quiet of their shared companionship and the frankly alarming number of lights Steve has lighting up his entire house.
Sheâs almost dozed off, slumped into his side when Steve asks, âbut, like, how was it?â
She laughs, body shaking with delight instead of fear this time as she replies, âEddie Munson is such a nerd.â
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Thoughts on Act 1 of Arcane Season 2
The positives:
- The animation is fucking incredible.
- Jinx and Sevika teaming up watered my crops and cleansed my skin.
- Underwater goodbye with Jinx and Silco. That scene was made specifically for me.
- Jinx's voice actress continues to be excellent.
- Loved the designs of all the Chembarons. The glimpse we got of the gang wars was also interesting. Unfortunately, too tiny a glimpse. Which brings me to...
The negatives:
- Too many plotlines. They stuffed the season with too much shit which is why each individual plot gets a much shorter screentime than it should. Smeech is introduced and killed in the same episode. Chembarons' gang wars, a huge issue which has repercussions on the entire Undercity, gets only one musical montage before moving on. And this is coming from someone who loved that montage, as well as the song. My favourite on the soundtrack so far. But musical montages shouldn't come at the expense of the story and definitely shouldn't replace the story. There are just way too many music video scenes in general that feel like a way to condense a storyline into the sparknotes version because they don't have the screentime to flesh it out. And they would have the screentime if they cut out all the extra stuffing. Look I'm happy for the League fans who are excited for the Black Rose and all that, but what the hell is it doing in a Piltover/Zaun show. And with zero foreshadowing in Season 1 too. It would definitely be easier to swallow if they had at least hinted at it in the first season. They could have kept Ambessa's beef with this magic cult for a Noxus show. The P/Z narrative has enough to deal with, enough characters to handle already.
- The new side characters are uninteresting and generic. Maddie and the two other enforcers (we don't even know their names after three episodes LMAO) are bland. We know nothing about their characters or personalities. Maddie looks like a rookie, and one of the dudes is an alcoholic, yet they get chosen for an elite strikeforce to capture Jinx? Isha is pretty generic too - the token cute kid that needs protecting. I get the role she will play in Jinx's arc. But that's the problem - she should be a character in her own right, not just a vehicle for someone else's character development. A good example is Mylo. He died for Jinx's arc, but when he was alive he was a distinct character with his own personality. We had a sense of his insecurities, his goals, who he was as a person. Name a single personality trait of Isha and Maddie other than "generically nice person". That's right. You can't.
- Whatever the hell is going on with Viktor. He wakes up from his coma and immediately rejects Jayce so quickly that it was funny. Apparently disapproves of Jayce using the Hexcore to save his life, but then immediately goes to use the Hexcore to save random Undercity people. Bruh. I also don't really like the way the fridged woman from last season seems to be his motivation so far. Nor the way he seems to have no agency in his Machine Herald arc. Instead of Viktor himself believing in transhumanism and mechanizing himself, Jayce does it for him. Instead of Viktor having an ideological drive and wanting a "Glorious Evolution", he is driven by guilt over Sky. Meh. Also he's not even mechanized, instead he's weirdly fleshy?? In a magical way?? More like The Magic Herald :(
- Vi. Her whole character is a mess. Insanely rushed arc which I find unacceptable for one of THE main characters and one of the faces of the show. She and Jinx are supposed to be the leads, their relationship the heart of the story, but so far only Jinx is a well-written fleshed out chaacter with a believable arc. I have too much to say about Vi so I'll expand more on this on another post.
- So much nuance and detail is missing. How does Heimerdinger feel about his ex-colleagues being killed? Does he care? Does he feel guilt? Relieved that he wasn't in the chamber when the bombing happened? No clue! Let's have comedy Mission Impossible instead! How does Ekko feel about the Council attack? Does he approve of it? Think Jinx went too far? How does he feel that she even survived their fight to begin with? No clue! Here, have him joking around with a Councilor for a bit (someone whom Ekko logically should despise), then he can talk Science with Jayce and all three get sent to another dimension together. Yay. What does Vi think happened to Ekko? The last time she saw him, he was fighting Jinx to the death to give Vi and Cait time to escape. He could be dead for all she knows and she doesn't give a fuck. Doesn't even think about him nor mention him once. It's like the writers forgot they're childhood friends. What does the entirety of Zaun make of Silco's death? I assume they heard about it from Piltover (who heard about it from Caitlyn), but how do they think it happened? His body is gone and to Zaun it seems he just mysteriously disappeared. Are there conspiracy theories? Conflicting accounts and rumours? So much nuance that would give the world and characters more depth, sacrificed so we can pack in more rushed subplots and music videos.
- Caitlyn "Wifebeater" Kiramman. And Caitvi in general. So far Caitlyn has guilt-tripped Vi, manipulated her into joining the enforcers, insulted her and then physically abused her. After Vi sacrificed everything for Cait, wore a badge she hates for Cait, even let Cait kill her own fucking sister (and only intervened when the random kid got involved). Why should I give a shit about such a one-sided relationship lmao. "B-but Cait's mom is dead so she's sad about it", every other fucking character in this show has dead parents. Half the cast has faced unfathomable amounts of trauma and pain that make Cait's pale in comparison. Nothing justifies her hitting Vi. "B-b-but it's a parallel to when Vi hit Powder", a shit parallel then. Because the circumstances are not even remotely comparable. "God forbid lesbians do anythingđ¤Ş", give me a break with this corny bullshit. Be serious for a second. I'm not even a Vi fan and I think she deserves better than this mess of a relationship. The power dynamic between them makes it worse. The way Caitlyn is one of the richest people in the city and Vi is broke. The way Caitlyn is highly educated and Vi never went to school and spent her entire teen years locked in a box. Did the writers think about all this when writing their relationship? Keep in mind, Vi met Caitlyn like a week ago. She barely knows this chick. She's been out of prison FOR A WEEK. Where she was physically abused every fucking day. Putting her in a relationship with a cop who hits her would certainly be a choice! Do I have faith this show will handle it with care? Not really, no. They already ignore Vi's prison trauma. Most likely they will make Vi forgive Cait way too easily because "muh mummy muh grief".
#i could write essays on how much of a fumble vi's character is#her prison trauma. her reason for joining the enforcers. her relationship with jinx. so much potential for a rich character squandered.#will have to elaborate on another post#arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#arcane season 2#arcane netflix#vi#jinx#viktor#caitlyn#sevika#jayce#caitlyn kiramman#silco#arcane s2
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dream girl â§.* spiderwoman au
pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader
summary - the universe is determined to put you and ellie together, nevermind her fear.
warning - i wrote this in sept and was kind of watching good trouble at the time so that's why r has like backstory, random ass side characters, and stuff, I dunno what I was on when I wrote this so just run with it y'all, i made this long for no reason (shh 3k is a lot to me), it also occurred to me that im not good at slow burn so this aint that even if it is an attempt
also credit to @sister-lucifer for the dividers
You'd been missing from class a few times after Ellie saved you. She thought about visiting your house, but that was too creepy. Creepier than drawing you. Checking in with your dad was an option up until she realized theyâd only recently formed a truce. Finally, she landed on a coffee.
The plan still had flaws: Ellie hated coffee herself and yet she knew your exact order from overhearing it. It was super-hearingâs fault not hers. Sheâd do it anyway, and add a cute drawing of you. It was normal, right?
Ellie bounced her knee as she watched you walk into class and slip into the front desk. Jesse sat next to her. Did she forget to erase her initials? She was supposed to do that.
âTalk to dream girl yet?â
âShut it.â She opened her notebook. âAnd sheâs not my dream girl.â She had dreamed of you once and Jesse wouldnât let her forget about it.
âYou donât gotta lie to me.â
She didnât have to look at him to imagine the grin on his face. âOne day, when you least expect it. I swear.â She shook her head as she went back to watching you.
Ellie was like a deer in headlights when you looked back at her, holding up the coffee cup with a smile. âThank you.â You mouthed.
She gave a nod, hoping her smile came off nonchalant. âFuck.â She mumbled as you looked away. She did not erase her initials.
Ellie felt like a coward for not sticking around after class. Especially when it was in an attempt to avoid you. Dick move, but cut her some slack. She expected anonymity.
All this to say she wasnât expecting a coffee cup on her desk the next day. Someone was about to be very disappointed, she thought as she sat down. She shrugged off Jesse's remark about her having a secret admirer. âBoo.â She whispered-yelled at him.
She cringed right before the liquid hit her tongue. She hissed at the burning sensation before preparing herself to take a second sip. It wasnât coffee, it was some kind of tea. Sweet too. She sat back to look at the wrapper around the cup, which she couldâve done first thing and avoid the possibility of being roofied by a serial killer, but least she was now.
âI didnât know what you like but I know you never drink coffee. thank you for last week!â There it was: Message and initials in that pretty handwriting sheâd seen when she reluctantly asked to borrow notes. Ellieâs eyes flicked up to you, surprised to see you looking right back. She raised her brows, not knowing what to do as you smiled at her. Maybe smile back you idiot! She let a natural a smile as she could grace her face as she mouthed a thanks.
The absence of your eyes allowed her to revel in what just happened. That was until she could feel Jesse glaring at her. âDonât even.â She mumbled into her hands. âBut you saw that too?â
âItâs almost like I've been telling you she might, probably does, like you back.â
âShe doesnât. Sheâs just being nice.â Ellie took another sip. Her eyes lingered on the note as she pulled out her notebook. It wasnât lost on her how obsessed she looked if you were to flip through her notes. Lucky for her, you never asked. âI'm not gonna read into it. At all.â Safer that way.
âWonât have to if you make something happen for real this time.â
âLetâs talk about your love life for once.â
âAlive and well, thank you very much.â
âWhat? Thatâs all I get?â Ellie scoffed. âYou stick your nose into mine all the time!â
âWeâre not talking about me.â Jesse sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. She huffed, flipping to a new page as her eyes traveled from him to you. You were as oblivious to your effect on her as always.
Ellie had dozed off. She was nudged into consciousness by Jesse. As much as she wanted to grumble and go right back into dreamland, she could see how much she missed just by the sheer number of words on the board. Tiny, tiny words.
The words coming out of the professor's mouth were pure gibberish as her sleepy senses zeroed in on you. "Ow!" Another nudge from Jesse, telling her to pay attention to anything other than you for once.
It took all of three seconds for her to hear the two words she dreaded: Group project. What normal person would be excited to do a presentation over economics? The better question was what normal professor thought she wanted to do that, but she leaned forward as she listened for the pairs.
She froze as she heard her name and yours in the same sentence. As a pair, doing the project together.. Ellie swung her bag over her shoulder as she pretended to search for where you sat. She was careful not to bump into anything as she settled into the newly vacant spot next to you.
"Hi," You said in that kind voice she'd always managed to pick out above all other noise any time she heard it.
"Hey," Ellie dropped her backpack. "Ellie, back row." She inwardly cringed at the words left her mouth. She didn't need to introduce herself; You'd known her enough about her to get her a drink, which made her hope that meant you were looking at her as long as she'd been looking at you. Or not, in the event that she did something humiliating she didnât remember.
"I know your name." you smiled. "Did you like it?â She glanced down at your hand pointing to the cup in her hand. "I didn't know what you like and not everyone likes coffee so.."
"Oh, yeah. I..don't usually drink tea, but you surprised me." She tapped her fingers against the cup as you rested your head in your hand, eyes attentive though she was saying nothing important. "How are you feeling? After the..thing a few days ago."
"You know about that? Iâm okay, it was just a few bruises and soreness."
"Uh, I listen to a podcast. Better than the news, less boring. I'm..I'm glad you're okay." She tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced at the blank space of the table.
"So, after we pick a topic, I was thinking we could head to the library and keep working after class." Her eyes drifted back to you, taking in the way you shifted into a certain level of focus she lacked at the moment. That was something she always admired about you. "Unless, you have work or something more important."
"Oh, no! I'm free, not busy at all." Stop talking.
"Great!" You said with a friendly smile. "Wanna go?"
"Yeah, we can go."
Once you got to the library it had finally set in to Ellie that she had to behave with some degree of normalcy. Itâd be embarrassing if she made it any more obvious how much a crush she had you.Â
âOh, I forgot to ask you about your number.â You picked up your phone and went to the contacts, pressing new contact. âJust in case you or I canât make it, stuff like that.â Ellieâs hand was gentle in taking your phone and typing in her number, afraid the sweat on her hands would blur the text on the screen.Â
âI should be able to make it.â She said, needing something to do besides nod at your every word like an idiot. Â
âGreat.â You flashed her another friendly smile.Â
Time had gone by relatively slow. Few words were exchanged as you worked on a shared template, putting in information neither of you cared for. Eventually, your computers were pushed aside in boredom. Â
âI canât read any more about supply and demand or my brainâs gonna implode.â Ellie rubbed her eyes. She was starting to wish she enjoyed coffee so she could reap the benefits. Â
âThank god, Iâm not the only one.â You shut your computer abruptly with force. Ellie did the same with care not to destroy the thing. âI hate this class and the professor. He doesnât teach, like, at all and then expects twenty slide presentations.â You rambled, dropping the sweetness she had come to know you for. Ellie couldnât help but chuckle. âSorry, itâs..the caffeine or something.âÂ
âIâll bet. Your go-to has a million pumps of caramel syrup in it coupled with an extra shot, just so you can still taste the coffee.â Tiredness had wore down Ellieâs usual anxiety. She hadnât even noticed she teased you until your face morphed into shock at being called out.Â
âI didnât know you noticed that, but then again you were so nice to save me six dollars.â Â
âOutrageous price, by the way.âÂ
âThat tea you liked so much this morning was the same price so,âÂ
âWelp,â Ellie threw her hands up. You both shared a laugh. Â
âLetâs get out of here.â You said suddenly, crossing your arms just to lean forward. âI canât stand the quiet anymore or this pointless project.â Ellie knew what you meant but that didnât stop her mind from going to different places.
Stop it, you idiot! âAgreedâ Â
Ellie had managed to pull her weight despite inwardly panicking around you. It didnât help when you looked at her the way you did.
The workload was getting lighter and left more time for you to get off topic and talk about anything that came to your minds. Ellie couldn't pinpoint the moment she'd transition from not believing you were talking to her to not wanting to stop. Probably somewhere around the you exchanged numbers for the sake of project neither of you were worried much about.
She was satisfied, or rather she'd tried to convince herself she was, with just texting back and forth as friends. She decided she'd shove her feelings deep down, eliminating the worry of ruining your newfound friendship or putting you in danger. Ellie was okay as the friend, as long as she was close to you.
Ellie leaned against the rough brick wall of your apartment building a she waited for you come out. The soft material on the inside of her jacket gave her enough of a distraction until she heard the screech of the door. âHey,â A smiled immediately appeared on her face as she took in how you drowned in your adorably festive sweater.
âOkay, before you come in, I wanna let you know my friends are weird. They donât know boundaries but I promise they're really niceââ
âYou were serious about the communal living thing?â
âEllie!â
âIâm just asking!â
âCâmon, you.â Ellieâs heart jumped as you shamelessly laced your fingers with hers, dragged her along into the rustic building. Her wandering eyes were something like a kid in toy store, instead of an overly decorated lobby. The decorations were gaudy but homey, nonetheless.
She became self-conscious that her hands were becoming clammy as you continued to hold her hand, squeezing it every once in a while. âJust remember, theyâre trying their best to be normal.â
âAnd..whatâs not normal?â
âJan bringing in random rescues, V keeping us up because sheâs ârunning her linesâ, Jade never leaving her room except to tell us our rent is due, and Winn never not having a friend over, but he's having a midlife crisis so." You shrugged. "Pretty normal stuff.â
âAnd you all share a bathroom..and stuff?â
âItâs the best I could get.â You said sheepishly as the elevator opened. She could immediately see what you were talking about the moment you started to struggle with the stubborn elevator gate. Her hand was soft in grabbing your wrist. "I got it."
âYou clearly havenât seen my shitbox I call an apartment. This is fine.â She remarked as she opened the rusted gates without much effort. Her eyes landed on even more Christmas decorations.
âIf youâll let me work my magic, it wonât be a shitbox.â You looped your arm around hers.
âYou will never look at me the same. I'm serious. It's a disaster. A dumpster fire, really." It became easier to put down the worth of her apartment as she saw how filled out your building was just from the hallway. Even the scattered belongings had a way of telling anyone who came in that everyone who lived there was proud to. She couldn't lie, the closer you got to the dining room, that too you shared of course, she was sweating bullets. That's what it felt like at least.
"I can handle a dumpster fire."
Ellie's head turned back to you, eyes softening at the sincerely at your words. You were not making this any easier on her. She could wait out a crush. If she hadn't known you these past few weeks, she would've forced herself to get over it, but that hadn't been the case. "Hey, before we go in, i wanna thank you for all..this. You didn't have to invite me."
"I wanted to." You said simply.
"Why?"
"I don't know. No one should have to spend the holidays alone. Definitely not you, especially you." You poked her shoulder.
"What's so special about me?" She mumbled. That was not supposed to come out.
"That a serious question?" It didn't make sense in her mind, your interest in her. Shad no time to formulate a response when a short blonde girl came in with a bowl in her hand and muffled words coming out of her mouth. "Guess that's our cue." You smiled, tugging on her hand.
"Why the hell are you eating straight cranberry sauce?" Your words were fuzzy to Ellie as you took the bowl from the girl's hand. She was too in her mind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
She was hugged by a few people, all of which had nothing in common but living in the same building. Sat down by an older man she could only assume was Winn and fed until she felt her stomach could pop. Given a lecture on method acting from jade.
There was a point where she ran into being questioned by a few of them. The quippy, confident version of her was nowhere to be seen then and replaced with a stammering, blanking mess. Fortunately, you covered for her.
Ellie stared at the city with a full belly, leaning back on the less than stable lawn chairs on the side of the rooftop pool. The heated debates behind her served as background noise to the glimmering light and commotion New York provided. She took a sip of her beer. Her head turned towards you in the doorframe.
"Overwhelmed yet?"
"I wouldn't say that." She said with feigned coyness, sitting up to see you better.
"I wouldn't be mad. Or blame you."
" They do have a weird sense of...hospitality?"
"Hospitality is a word." You smiled, amused as you looked up at nowhere at all.
"At least that's the word I landed on." She shrugged.
"Well, you obviously haven't even used the bathrooms yet." You looked down at her with that smile she loved seeing. You took a seat on the chair next to her.
"Why do you think Iâve been sipping everything?" Ellieâs eyes never left you as you laughed in unison. She could've swore your smile melted into something shy. You never seemed shy at all. Or you were damn good at hiding it.
"Hey." Ellie hummed in response. "Iâve got something for you."
Her brows raised as you brought out a little blue box from behind you. The ribbon was crooked but tied by you, she could tell. "You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to. I promise I don't do anything I don't want to. Now, take it. Please? For me." You held up the tiny box like a offering in your hands. Her eyes moved from your face to the small box.
"Alright, fine. You don't have to beg." She inspected the cute little ribbon before carefully undoing it.
"Damn near,"
"Oh shut it." She glared up at you as she took the top off the box. As she looked down, the attitude slipped off her face. It was a camera as tiny as the box decorated with little savage starlight stickers.
âItâs not much, but I know youâre artsy and I figured maybe photography would be a nice hobby.â You scooted to the edge of your chair. âAlso, it might be nice to have pictures of our first date.â
Her head snapped up to look at you, biting your lip in anticipation. âYouâre asking me on a date?â
âOnly if you want to.â
âI do want to.â
âYou do?â
âIâve wanted to for a while. i didnât think you noticed.â Ellie flipped the camera in her hands, running her fingers along the mini stickers of the superhero. She wanted so badly to be on that date right now, taking pictures of everything so the memory would always be fresh in her mind.
âHow longâs a while?â Your voice was quiet against the howling of the cold air, but in a way it felt intimate how close and quiet you were. There was gleam in your eyes from the fairy lights surrounding the patio area.
âIf I answer that, will you still wanna go on a date with me?" Her eyes were almost pleading as she looked back up at you.
"I asked." You leaned even closer, allowing Ellieâs eyes roamed your face under the dim light. When she realized she was caught staring, she averted her eyes as she pressed her lips into a barely contained smile.
The moment was once again interrupted by jade. The girl stood with an empty pot, asking you where it would go. Your shoulders slumped a degree before you went into the kitchen with the young girl. "You could've asked Winn, hun.â
Ellie took that as her cue to get going. She took a sip of the now warm beer and grabbed her gloves. Her eyes were glued to you as always as she made her way to the elevator.
Knowing you wouldn't let her leave without a goodbye, she leaned against the gate for no more than a minute. As expected, you came around the corner with a smile and a few plates in your hand. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes landed on the stack of foiled plates. "Youâre making me feel bad, y'know that?" She leaned her head on yours as you wrapped your arms around her.
"You can make it up to me on..saturday."
"Saturday?"
"Thatâs the day."
Ellieâs eyes widened, realizing you were serious. Some part of her thought youâd forget all about it a few days later and sheâd look like the desperate one bringing it up. leave it to you to prove her assumptions wrong. "Got it." She was still dazed as you leaned up to kiss her cheek and close the gate for her. Her biting her lip couldnât stop her from cheesing as the events of the night finally set in. She was doomed.
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"A Hunter's Christmas Hustle" Sylus x MC
Summary: With Christmas around the corner, youâre on a mission to find the perfect gift for everyone, that's included Sylus, a famously tricky person to shop for. You asked for help but can the twins really help you? Sometimes the effort is the best part of the holiday magic.
Character: MC x Sylus
Genre: holiday comedy, slice-of-life, fluff | Pet names : Kitten, Sweetie, Miss Hunter.
| Word count: 3.916 | Reading Time: 16 min |
A/N: Since this is the first Christmas of Love and Deepspace, at least for me, I'm looking forward for a special Event and have a cute moment between Sylus and MC.
You lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It still feels a bit strange staying at Sylusâ place on your days off. Well, it was mostly his doingâ heâd insist or come up with some random excuse or side mission to make you stay. So, at the end you agree to come visit him without needing to drag you in dirty business. It's cozy here, even if youâre not quite used to it yet.
Like always you scroll through your phone, noticing you getting a lot of Christmas ads. You squint at the screen, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the holiday promotions. Suddenly, you glance at the date on your phone. Fuck! Christmas in 1 week. And you havenât prepared anything. Werenât there also a Party coming up with the team? No, no, no! You go trough the calendar. There is it: 24 of December. Christmas Party with Team.
You need to go shopping, ordering stuff now would only arrive too late.Â
âOkay, okay,â you mutter, trying to make a mental checklist. âI need a present for Tera, flowers for Grandmaâs and Clabâs graves...â You pause, feeling a bit emotional at that thought. You take a deep breath and continue, making a list out loud.
âThen thereâs Zayne, Xavier, and RafayelâŚâ Your head starts spinning as you realize just how much you have to do.Â
How could you forget? Have you really been that busy lately? Itâs not like the whole city isnât decked out in lights, giant Christmas ads, and festive music playing in every store.Â
You realize with a sigh that maybe youâve been spending way too much time in the N109 Zone, far from the holiday cheer.
âWhat can I get for the twins...?â you mumble to yourself. Luke and Kieran can be annoying sometimes, but you do like them. Why not bring them a small gift? Then again, you hesitate. If you get something for the twins, Sylus will definitely bother you about it until the end of your days, asking why he didnât get anything. You're starting to sweat. Maybe he locks you up again in the basement, just for fun. Or worse, he could show up at the Hunters' Association and declare that you are his lover or something. A shiver runs down your spine. This man can be terrifying.Â
You know very well how to please your friends and colleagues but Sylus⌠What do you bring to the man that has everything?Â
âWhy is he even so fucking rich?â you mutter under your breath, looking around the guest room. The guest room of course has the style of the rest of the mansion. Black. You roll your eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and admiration. You flop back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it holds the answers. You need something unique, something meaningful... but what could that be?Â
You scroll through your phone frantically, searching for bundles, deals, and last-minute gift ideas. In just an hour, youâve managed to check off most of your list.
Tera:Â A relaxing spa voucherâshe could use a break.
Zayne:Â A pack of his favorite macarons, winter editionâheâll love them.
Xavier:Â A cozy new sweaterâyouâve told him a million times not to fall asleep everywhere. You sigh, picturing him dozing off on some random spot.
Rafayel:Â A unique shell you found on a mission weeks ago. You havenât had a chance to give it to him yet, but nowâs the perfect time.
Flowers:Â Ordered, check.
You tap your phone, thinking about the twins, Luke and Kieran. What would they like? You decide on some kind of gadget or toyâtheyâre like two overgrown kids sometimes, and theyâll appreciate anything they can mess around with.
Another hour passes, and youâre still glued to your phone, opening and closing tabs like a mad person. Your brain is starting to fog up from the overload of gift ideas.
âNo... no... lame... oh god, definitely not.â You swipe through a blog about gifts for wealthy people and somehow end up on a page titled âTop 10 Gifts for Your Rich Boyfriend.â Your cheeks go bright red as you skim the list: sexy underwear, romantic getaways, candlelit dinners...
âNO!â You throw your phone onto the bed like itâs on fire, covering your face with your hands. What am I even doing?
You take a deep breath, trying to calm down. Maybe you could ask Luke and Kieran for help. Theyâre close to Sylus and probably know more about his preferences than you do. Plus, he did say you could âuseâ them whenever you wanted. Why not use them as counselors and pack mules?
Since you don`t want Sylus sniffing around you, you think about a small lie. Or maybe just ask without giving information. The same way he always doesÂ
...
"I need Luke & Kieran for an important mission, can you borrow me them?"
Sylus looks up from his desk, his red eyes studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he regards you.Â
"Mission? What are you planning, kitten?" Sylus raises an eyebrow at your words.
"Nothing⌠jus- they will come back in one piece."
He studies you for a moment, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. He seems to be enjoying your vague and cryptic request, and he's clearly intrigued by what you might be up to.Â
"âŚAlright. You can take them for whatever this 'important mission' is. But they better come back in one piece, or I'm holding you responsible, sweetie. And you wonât pay that priceâŚ.â he snaps his fingers. Both appear immediately. As if they had been hiding in the office.Â
"Luke, Kieran, the kitten needs you for a... mission. Do as they say. I expect impeccable work."
"Yes, boss!â They say in unison.
"Letâs go, guys." I lead them out of the office. "See you, Sylus!"
That was easy. Maybe to easy.
He laughs after the door closes. Wondering how you're going to surprise him this time. He's learned to just go with the flow even though he might have the answer to your little secrets. He just smiled, turning back to focus on his paperwork.
âWhat are we doing, Miss?â Luke asks with a mischievous grin.
You roll your eyes. âI told you, just call me by my name.â
âAre we blowing something up?â Kieran blurts out, making an exaggerated explosion noise with his mouth.
âOr⌠cleaning up a messy murder scene?â Luke chimes in, smirking.
âMaybe torture someone!â Kieranâs eyes light up, clearly getting way too excited at the thought.
You sigh, regretting this decision already. Theyâre like two hyperactive hamstersâdeadly, but still hamsters.
âNo, no, and no!â you say firmly, waving your hands for emphasis.
âUuuhhh...â They groan in unison, visibly disappointed.
âWe have a better mission,â you declare, crossing your arms. âChange into something decent. Weâre heading back to Lincoln City.â
Finally, youâve arrived in the city. Itâs strange seeing Luke and Kieran without their usual uniforms and masks. Dressed in casual clothes, they look more like model college boys than the deadly assassins they actually are. Most of the girls passing by canât help but glance their way, clearly debating whether they should approach the handsome twin brothers.
You snort to yourself. They probably wouldâve attracted less attention in their usual assassin gear.
Youâre standing in the middle of the bustling shopping district, the holiday decorations casting a festive glow around you. Luke and Kieran are busy taking in the sights, clearly amused by the sudden change of scenery. You clear your throat to get their attention.
âAlright, listen up,â you say, trying to sound authoritative. âThe mission is...â They lean in, eyes sparkling with anticipation. âShoppingâ you declare.
âShopping?â they repeat in unison, voices filled with disbelief.
Luke looks like heâs trying not to laugh, while Kieranâs expression twists into mock horror.
âWait, wait,â Kieran says, holding up a hand. âYou dragged us all the way out here... for shopping?â
âYes, and youâre going to help me,â you reply.
Luke smirks, giving you a playful nudge. âYou sure this isnât just an excuse to spend time with us, Miss?â
You shoot him a glare. âCall me by my name, Luke.â
âRight, right,â he says, grinning.
âI actually need your help for...â you trail off, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck. âChristmas is around the corner, and I wanted to buy Sylus something. Iâm not sure what it should be, so...âÂ
Before you can finish, Luke and Kieran burst into giggle. They exchange a quick, knowing glance, clearly delighted by your admission.
âOh, so you want to buy our boss a present, huh? Thatâs pretty cuteâ Luke teases, smirking.
Kieran nudges him with his elbow, grinning from ear to ear. âAnd youâre asking us for help? Luke, maybe she does have a soft spot for boss after all.â
You feel your cheeks flush, but you roll your eyes to cover it. âAre you two going to help me or not?â
Luke straightens up, placing a hand on his chest with a mock-serious expression. âIf youâre serious about buying a gift for the boss, then youâve definitely come to the right place. We donât call ourselves his right-hand men for nothing.â
You exhale, feeling a bit relieved now that they seem genuinely eager to help. âI want something special. Something he wouldnât expect, but that heâd actually like.â
Kieran tilts his head, pretending to think deeply. âSomething unexpected, huh? Well, thatâs tricky. Sylus pretty much has everything.â
âYeah, exactly,â you say, feeling a bit helpless. âI was thinking about getting him some records, but he already has so many...â
Luke and Kieran nod in agreement, their expressions thoughtful.Â
âItâs a good start. He does love his music. But you donât want to give him something he already has, right?â Luke asked.Â
âHow about something more personal?â Kieran suggests, tapping his chin. âSomething that shows you put a lot of thought into it. A gift only you could give him.â
You bite your lip, considering it. âPersonal... but how?â
âWell, it doesnât have to be anything fancy,â Luke says, shrugging. âThe boss isnât as complicated as he looks. Heâd appreciate anything that comes from you.â
Kieran gives a playful smirk. âYou could just wrap yourself up with a bow, and heâd be over the moon.â
âKieran!â you gasp, your cheeks turning red as you lightly smack his arm. He laughs, dodging away with a wink.Â
Luke chuckles but gives you a more genuine smile. âHeâs jokingâmostly. But seriously, boss isnât the kind of guy who cares about expensive gifts. Heâd value something that reminds him of you, or a shared memory.â
You pause, mulling it over.
Kieran nudges Luke, a sudden spark lighting up his eyes. âHey, what about that old record shop on the Avenue? Theyâve got vintage records you canât find anywhere else. You could look for a rare one, maybe something with a story behind it.â
Luke nods, his eyes brightening as well. âYeah, and you could pair it with a handwritten note. Tell him why you picked it. Heâd love that.â
You smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. âThatâs... actually a great idea. Thanks, you two.â
Kieran gives you a thumbs-up. âNo problem, but you owe us for this.â
Luke grins. âYeah, and donât forget to give us the credit when heâs showering you with kisses later.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the smile tugging at your lips. âFine, fine. Now letâs go before I change my mind.â
The twins laugh, and the three of you set off down the busy shopping street, feeling a new wave of excitement. Maybe this gift hunt wasnât going to be so impossible after all.
In the end, you managed to buy everything for your friendsâeven for Captain Jenna, who isnât exactly easy to shop for. But as you wandered through the record store, flipping through album after album, nothing stood out. Everything felt generic, impersonal. And you know Sylus well enough to realize that giving him something half-hearted would just fuel his endless teasing for weeks.Â
By night the twins delivered you at home after treating them for dinner. You're tired and leave all your bags in the living room of your apartment. You throw yourself down on the couch and take out your phone. Maybe you were overthinking this. A nice accessory or a bottle of whiskey could workâhe has a taste for the finer things, after all. It wouldnât be anything cheap, either; you can afford something like that with your Hunter salary.
The day passes, only 2 days for Christmas and you still have nothing.Â
Desperate for ideas, you even tried bringing it up with Tera over lunch. That turned into a chaotic disaster, though. It was exhausting dodging her barrage of questions:
âWhoâs the gift for? Why are you so worried? Wait, do you have a new boyfriend? I demand to meet him!â
You had to laugh it off, making up half-baked excuses until she finally dropped itâthough you could tell she didnât believe you.
And then there was Sylus himself. Yesterday, he sent you an invitation to a Christmas dinner. You wanted to say yes, but you had already committed to the Huntersâ Association Christmas party that same night. You tried to decline, but after some back-and-forth, you reluctantly agreed to meet him afterward.
Now, sitting alone on the couch, you canât help but replay that conversation in your mind. The way his voice softened when you said you couldnât make it, the slight pause before he insisted on seeing you later anywayâit made your chest tighten. He sounded almost... disappointed. And thatâs what makes you want to find something truly meaningful, something that will show him how much he means to you without you having to say it out loud.
You look at your reflection in the darkened screen of your phone, feeling a mix of frustration and anticipation. Youâre running out of time. If youâre going to surprise him with something from the heart, you need to figure it out now.
With a new sense of determination, you push yourself off the couch and grab your coat. Maybe you wonât find the perfect gift sitting around here. Itâs time to get back out there and keep looking, because if thereâs one person you want to make smile this Christmas, itâs Sylus. But be honest, you´re not going to admit that. Not yet.Â
***
Itâs Christmas! The party with your unit is small but cozy. The space is filled with the warm glow of twinkling lights, the scent of spiced wine, and the sound of laughter echoing off the walls. You drink, you eat, and you feel a rare sense of contentment as you watch everyone enjoying the night. Itâs moments like these that remind you why you love this chaotic, ragtag team.
The gifts you bought last minute seem to have gone over well. Captain Jenna grinned when she unwrapped the sleek new knife you picked out for herâa practical gift, just like sheâd like it. Xavier looked genuinely pleased with the soft, oversized sweater you chose, already pulling it on and joking about how he wouldnât fall asleep everywhere now. Tera hugged you tight, eyes sparkling as she held up the spa voucher. âYou really do know me,â she said with a teasing smile.
Earlier in the morning, you made a quick stop by the hospital to drop off the bag of special winter-edition macarons for Zayne. And you place the flower on the graveyard. Pray for them and wishing that you could spent one more day with them.
You glance at your watch. Itâs getting late, and you promised Sylus youâd meet him after this. You take a deep breath, excusing yourself quietly from the party. Tera shoots you a knowing look as you head for the door, but she doesnât say anythingâjust gives you a little wave, as if to say, good luck.Â
You pull your coat tighter around yourself, clutching the gift in your hand as you start walking. Thereâs a mixture of excitement and fear bubbling up inside you.
Suddenly your watch vibrates urgently and flashes a warning: MetaFlux Fluctuation Detected. Your heart skips a beat. A Wanderer? Now?! You glance around, scanning the quiet street for any signs of danger. The distant sound of a womanâs scream breaks the silence, and without hesitation, you sprint in the direction of the noise, already reaching for your weapon.Â
The first Wanderer lunges out from the shadows, its distorted form shifting and writhing in the dim light. You donât waste a second. One precise shot, and it disintegrates into a cloud of shimmering dust.
âMy child! Where is he?â the woman cries out, panic in her voice. You look around fast, this is not over.Â
âMom!! Help!â You hear the voice of the kid nearby and run over. You bolt towards the sound, pushing your legs harder. You reach the boy just in time, shielding him with your body as another Wanderer lunges forward. The creatureâs claws slice through the air, narrowly missing you. You fire three quick shots, each one hitting its mark. The Wanderer lets out a guttural screech before it vanishes into thin air, dissolving into the night.
"Are you okay?â you ask, your voice softer now, concerned. The boy nodded. His mother rushes over, wrapping her arms around him and thanking you over and over, her voice thick with emotion.
The mother and child thank you from the bottom of their hearts before leaving. You tell them to please stop by the hospital, just in case. You wave goodbye to the boy. Sigh. What a night!
"Where's my bag?" you mutter, scanning the area. You spot it lying on the ground, right where you dropped it before sprinting into action. Relief floods through youâuntil you notice the dark, wet stain spreading across the fabric.Â
"No, no, no! Please no," you whisper, crouching down and unzipping the bag with trembling hands. The bottle of whiskey you were hunting down the last two days. Is shattered in thousand pieces.
Your heart sinks. This wasnât just any whiskeyâit was a rare, vintage bottle from a small distillery heâd mentioned once, in passing, when he thought you werenât listening.
âFuck!"Â
You stand up, clutching the soaked bag, and check the time on your watch.
22:30.
Youâre supposed to meet Sylus in half an hour, and youâre still a good fifteen minutes away from his place. Panic bubbles up inside you. Maybe you can find a late-night shop that carries something similar. Maybe thereâs still a chance to fix this.
"I can make it," you say aloud, more to convince yourself than anything.
âŚ
You finally arrive at the meeting pointâa lookout near the water. Itâs the same place where you spent last winter with him, watching the fireworks together.
âKitten, you told me you were at a party, not a battlefield. What happened?â
âEh?â
Youâve been running around for the last 30 minutes trying to find that stupid bottle and make it on time to meet Sylus. A little embarrassed, you attempt to fix your clothes and smooth your hair. Your cheeks are flushed from the effort. Sylus stands there in his black coat, looking amazing as always. Your heart beats hard in your chest. He watches you, trying to piece together what happened, and then a smile tugs at his lips.
âEven on days like this, you donât get a break, Miss Hunter?â He runs his hand gently across your face. You flinch slightly, wincing in pain. âYouâve got a small cut. So... are you going to tell me what happened?â
âNothing, just a Wanderer. It will heal,â you say with a shrug. He sighs softly.
âCareless as usual.â He pulls a small band-aid from his pocket. âStay still.â
âWhy do you have something like that?â you ask, raising an eyebrow.
âIt so happens that I have a kitten who never pays attention to their injuries,â he teases.
You make an exaggerated offended grimace, but inside, it feels like a small gesture of affection. He places the band-aid gently over the cut.
âIâll consider this your Christmas gift,â you joke.
He laughs. âOh no, sweetie, that wouldnât be enough. But Iâm impressed with your minimalist idea of happiness.â He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out an envelope.
âYou didnât have...â
âOpen it up. And thank me later.â
You take the envelope cautiously, slowly peeling it open. Could it explode? You shake your head at the silly thought. When you finally look inside, your eyes widen, and you let out a soft squeal of excitement.
âAre you for real? This tickets has been sold out for months. How did youâŚ?â
âI have my ways, sweetie,â he replies with a smug smile.
âThank you,â you whisper, genuinely touched.
âItâs always a pleasure making you happy.â
But your excitement fades quickly as the realization sinks in. Heâs managed to make you immensely happy again, while you stand here empty-handed. You have been looking for the perfect gift and you have screwed up at the last minute. On top, you haven't found a replacement for the bottle.Â
"I wanted to give you something too for Christmas...â you started. Closing the envelope and putting it in your pocket. "but... it broke while I was protecting a kid from a Wanderer.â You look down at your feet, feeling small and pathetic, your shoulders slumping under the weight of disappointment.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then Sylus gently lifts your chin with a finger, guiding your gaze back to him. He smiles, that soft, understanding smile that always makes you feel seen. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace. The chill of winter seems to disappear in his hold, replaced by the comforting heat of his body.
âThe best gift is having you by my side, kitten.â he whispers into your ear, his voice low and sincere.
You feel your heart beating faster.
"Actions speak louder than words"
You agree with Sylus that both would be more honest with each other. Maybe now is the time to show him just how important he is to you. You spent so much time looking for something to buy that you forgot that the simplest gifts are often the most meaningful, especially when they come straight from the heart.
"Sylus⌠I actually have something else."
"Oh, is that so?âÂ
âCan... I borrow your face?" He loosens his grip slightly and steps back, taking your hands in his, warming them up. He looks at you, amused and curious, and leans down.
"Close your eyes..." you whisper. He doesnât say anything but does as you ask, his smile softening as he relaxes his face. You take a deep breath, feeling your heart race, each beat echoing louder in your chest.
The world falls silent for a momentâit's just the two of you, suspended in time. The anticipation tingles through you as you lean closer, closing the distance between you.
You press your lips gently against his cheek, and the warmth of his skin against your lips is electric. Itâs a simple kiss, but it carries all the unspoken words you couldnât say out loud. A silent confession. You linger there for just a heartbeat longer, feeling him inhale sharply, as if caught off guard by the intimacy of it. As you pull back, the first snowflakes begin to fall, drifting slowly from the sky. The soft touch of snow melts against your skin, but Sylus holds you close, not letting the moment slip away.
âNow... thatâs a present only you could have given me." He gives you the most tender smile. "Thank you."
He looks like he wants to say something else but remains silent. Instead, he pulls you into a deeper embrace, burying his face in your hair as the snow continues to fall softly around you. Youâre more than fine with that. No, youâre happyâgrateful for this tender moment.
You realize youâre a step closer to falling for him completely, accepting that the connection between you two is stronger than you ever imagined.
âMerry Christmas, Sylus.â
He smiles, his eyes crinkling with genuine joy.
âMerry Christmas, kitten.â
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The Think Tank Random Headcanon List
Two people asked for this so that means it happening đ your welcome, most if not all of these r prewar/brain tank
-this oneâs pretty supported in canon but think Dala likes fashion and dressing upđŤś. I love giving her a fun little outfit
Yay
-0 had back pains pre brain tank. Also a lot of fatigue. The certified professional sleeper. When heâs working on projects in his home he tends to do it lying on the floor.
-this oneâs basically canon but 8 has arithmomania. I say basically canon bc things in his house in Higgs often come in sets of 8, as well as his house being the 8th house despite there not BEING 8 houses. I think this would also extend to counting to 8 on his fingers when heâs nervous and such.
-tied in I also believe 8 has ocd. Borous has bpd.
-Dala was pretty reserved growing up, as she grew up/especially in the looped personality she became for lack of better terms âbolder and more flirtyâ as compensation for having been so withdrawn previously.
-I am wishy washy with a lot of gender headcanons for characters, my brain kinda just goes well idk if theyâre trans but theyâre not Not trans. However I do feel quite definitively that Dala is nb transfem, and Mobius and 0 are trans men.
-I think all of their names have some tie to the names they had pre recursion loop. Canonically both Kleinâs name and his prewar last name start with K. I think the otherâs names have similar ties.
-on that note, I think Borousâs old name (/just his family in general) has Painfully Russian origins. It makes his McCarthyism thing so hilariously ironic
-I think 8 is Canadian, but he only lived there pre annexation of Canada, he was working at big MT and living at Higgs once it happened.
-0âs old last name used to be âOâsomethingâ and people still used to call him Dr. O then and he still hated it. Doomed fate
-re: Mobius being trans, i think his first name was Edward. He named himself after Dr. Morbius from the movie The Forbidden Planet
-Klein is a big wine guy, like obvious thereâs wine bottles strewn about his house, but I mean like. Heâs the kind of guy to just know things about every kind of wine.
-Klein is probably the best dressed after Dala, I think he just tries to be professional for the most part. 0 thinks heâs fashionable but he isnât. Already mentioned but Mobius dresses like an old lighthouse keeper. Cableknit sweater and the works. I think heâd also like antique pipes
Iâm probably gonna alter the Klein outfit but yeah you get the idea. Doodles
-I feel SO STRONGLY ABOUT THIS. But 0 and Borous went to high school together. 0âs one line mentioning Borous in high school was just way too telling.
-Klein and Mobius need reading glasses. Dala used to need glasses, didnât wear them throughout her childhood until like college, and then switched to contacts after college
-The think tank are all very close and got along much better prewar than they do at the time of the game. They kinda Jean-Paul Sartre No Exitâd themselves and their personalities are stuck in an endless loop. To say the least they started getting on each otherâs nerves after 200 years. But this is to say they didnât still bicker or anything prewar
-8 never really liked talking much. Possibly having selective mutism. This was mostly fine for him because pre brain tank you have facial expressions and hands and hand gestures that kinda make up for not talking at times. After the brain tanks he was kind just. Forced to talk to relay information. His speech was extremely awkward and stilted, which combined with the above head canon is why Dala made that comment about how they light him better now that his voice modulator is broken.
-they all have autism of some flavor tbh. To me. In my autistic mind.
-dead animal ment.// but I feel like Borous was that kid who like poked at dead squirrels and shit as a kid. It frames the Gabe and cyberdog thing well lol
-Iâm an 8/0 head so I think they worked together a lot. Even if itâs not on the same project they would just do thinks at the same time together.
-the mentats on Kleinâs bedside table are Mobiusâs
-0 used to be a super big fan of House and RobCo when he was in high school. Obviously that is no longer true
-0 excels at making robots that are smaller. He doesnât want to acknowledge this though. Muggy and his walking eyes (w/ wild wasteland) are both pretty small but they work well. The larger scale securitrons heâs tried to make obviously. Do not.
-I think the lounge music theme for the radio was a collective choice, but I feel like Dala especially likes music like that.
-Klein and Mobius used to play games like chess or checkers or card games âoutsideâ in Higgs old person style.
-post brain tank one (woah) Klein has fleeting feelings of missing someone or something he canât recognize. Any memories tying it to an image of a person he doesnât quite remember. His brain just doesnât connect that itâs Mobius and he usually just pushes the feeling down whenever it happens lol
If I think of more Iâll add them.
#thedamtalkingtag#insanity#my art#fnv old world blues#old world blues#fnv owb#think tank#doctor dala#doctor mobius#doctor klein#doctor 0#doctor 8#doctor borous#fallout#fallout new vegas#new vegas#fallout new vegas art#fallout new vegas fanart#I forgot there was art in this while making the tags lol
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My thoughts on the Playbill Character bios (Part 1):
Was gonna share my theory on Alastor's powers but since SOMETHING possibly leaked and put my theories and thoughts into question I'm putting it on hold for a bit.
Not gonna talk about each character because I don't have something to say for each one.
-Charlie: So THIS is how we find out she has mommy AND daddy issues. Good to know, good to know.
-Alastor: Either writing on a typewriter, glitched the writing somehow, left the caps lock on, or was screaming the entire interview. All fitting to his character. Also, glad to know my joke headcanon that his broadcasts in hell aren't really that scheduled and are whenever. Also he picks people who "wrong him" first to be his 'Guests' genuinely thought those could just be either random demons or ONLY Overlords. And of course, the dude is actively encouraging violence so he can have fun and ends his thing with a smile. :)
-Vaggie: So...Do all the exorcists have training for synchronized dancing? Would explain them doing that during Adam's song in Ep.1. But I'm curious if it's connected to why Vaggie is apparently the best dancer in the hotel or she just naturally is good at it.
-Husk: Why 'Husker'??? I thought it was just a random nickname Alastor made, is that his legit demon name and EVERYONE just shortens it? Also grouchy dude is grouchy. Little disappointed we didn't get another cool lore bomb from him.
-Sir Pentious: FINALLY AN ANSWER TO MY QUESTION!!! The dude is technically not an Overlord. Just wanted to be one or was just beginner level (little sad since he's been around before many of the actual other overlords, but makes sense. He's too nice for his own good). Worked for Carmilla and Vox, explaining why her daughters personally delivered him equipment (he's a former employee so they know it's safe to go in-person) AND why Vox knew of him enough to know he would do anything to join the Vees. I don't believe he made the Egg Boiz himself for the same reason I don't believe Vox beat Alastor in a fight. If it happened, you wouldn't repeat in emphasis. So for people who wanted Pent to have a past partnership with Baxter this is good evidence of that.
-Lucifer: "I miss my wife tails, I miss her so much". I would love to see him and the Sins actually perform on screen. Maybe for Sinsmas episode??? Please.
[I can't believe the longest thought I wrote was about a character I don't even like]
#hazbin hotel#first thoughts#hazbin hotel meta#playbill#charlie morningstar#alastor#lucifer morningstar#husk#sir pentious#niffty#vaggie
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Watched arcane season 2 act 1, thought abt it, so here are some of my thoughts in no particular order. Obvious spoilers.
Also, i watched in dub. Important to know when i am quoting charaters + when i am talking about their tone.
Starting of with something that is directly affected by dub â ukrainian Jayce is my Jayce. Ppl said he sounded condesending while talking to Ekko â not. at. alllll. true for my Jayce. My Jayce sounded tired, emotionaly burn out. "You drink tea, Ekko?" said with no though to it, in a context of continues talking of "Haha do i live here? Hahah....... Do you guys want tea? Want some tea? I'll make tea. Do you drink tea, Ekko?". But d-dub is supposed to stay true to the originalâ I DONT CAREEE. I love my blorbo almost-himbo Jayce, never changing his characterisation in my mind.
And i will hold Jayce's hand when i say this â you were. Just so gay for like... Essentialy going "Are you okay? Good, good" to lady Mel Medarda HERSELF and then seeing Victor and losing your mind. Sprinting with him in your hands to your lab. LIVING in your lab to monitor him. I just... I get it, you don't have many friends. But like...... Really dude. Reaally.
Give Mel and Ekko thirty minutes. I promise you they would work it out. Eternal piece would be achieved.
I know there are a lot of different opinions regarding Caitlyn. I will not be explaining in-depts what i think about her acr, because a) who cares and b) i like to see her go cray-cray. But like â why isnt anybody exept for Vi attempting to stop her??? Like why is Jayce mourning Victor's twink death instead of, yk, stopping his childhood-best-friend-kinda-younger-sister from killing ppl of Zaun, the last thing Victor wants btw? She and Vi are twenty-ish â WHYYYY are they going through it by themselves??? Why doesnt baby yoda guy with German name that i dont dare to write trying to stop the daughtrer of his ex-collegue? He is 600 or something, im sure he could've come up with advice.
Cait pointing her gun at a child is terrifying, it opens up the possibilities of her going even more blinded with anger, doing even more horrific things, and Vi is right to try and stop her. However... I know damn right i would've believe her when she said she will not miss đ Every single time she fired her gun she was very precise. Even in that scene she aimed at the gun the girl was holding like two seconds ago and got a perfect. fucking. score. Like i dont remember her missing at all, actually.
"Ohhhhh you're gonnnaaa haaaaaattteeee Maddie after act twoâ" says who? On that note, i hope both Cait AND Vi will sleep with a few random people. Good for them. Let them try to forget about each other only to realise just how down bad they are for one another. Let the scenes of Cait and Maddie hooking up intertwine with Vi's one night stand.
"Maddie is just gonna be a victim of comander Cait :(((" and i do not have any thing to say to that â we dont yet KNOW what will happen â but I dont think Cait will try to manipulate her into this. I think Maddie will flirt a bit, Cait will try and seek salvage and vulnerability in someone, especially since she is now constantly in public's eye and needs to project hope⢠and stoicismâ˘. It will be a genuine attempt to move on â not anybody's fault she can't.
But oh god, oh goooddd i cant wait for Maddie to loose the spark in her eyes due to lesbian situationship.
#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#jayce talis#caitlyn kiramman#caitvi#Ekko#mel medarda#ambessa medarda#vi arcane#maddie nolen
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wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?
"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.
Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."
"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"
He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.
Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.
Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."
"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."
Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.
Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."
He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."
This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"
Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.
Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.
Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.
Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp prompt#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#danny phantom au#dpxdc au#i am SO tempted to make this a danyal al ghul au for no other reason than I love Danyal Al Ghul <33 he is the most blorbo ever#wolfpack au#tagged dpxdc bc i think yall could have fun with this idea.#plus this was inspired by a clone^2 commission that i just got the finished piece for today. which i'll prolly share if anyone's interested#just no thoughts head empty danny with a mini wolfpack :] Sirius and Procyon are very protective of him. they wuuuuuv him.#my idea (kinda) is that they're actually straight up *danny's* wolves. like. they were made when he was. they're not random ghost wolves#that decided to imprint on this random ghost child. they're danny's. they're like. familiars. the fact that wolves symbolize power. loyalty#guardianship and the fact that they're described as 'extremely intuitive with a near supernatural instinct that can detect danger'#(all of which can apply to danny) was coincidental. but yeah. they formed in the ghost zone and when they didn't find their boy they went#searching for him. which is why he didn't have them right away. but also if anyone wants to take this they can interpret however they like#also like. the fact that danny canonically is friends with a wolf person (Wulf) and befriended Cujo instantly -- who is shown to be hostile#to anyone NOT danny -- makes me think that dogs just REALLY really like him. he's like. an animal whisperer. which i think is really funny#bc i think it'd drive sam -- resident animal activist -- up a wall. just a little bit. like yes its great that these animals love danny sm!#but also!!! she!! look her way pls. she loves you animals sm. she's vegetarian!! she's just a little envious. just a tad.#just mmm the mental image of Sirius and Procyon stalking out of Danny's shadow with deep rumbling growls. their hackles raised and their#muzzles scrunched up to reveal dangerously sharp gleaming teeth. they're protecting their boy.
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I love my sweet boys that I made up completely in my head
#dimentio#count bleck#super paper mario#spm#these little guys i've named them Count Rose and Pinkie#why pinkie? umm i made him a lil too pink and didnt feel like changing it xd#dimentio would be PISSED to know i've named him fucking. pinkie. of all names i coulda gave him#the whole bleck gang ive made into plants but im not brave enough to draw the rest of them lmao#i had made nastasia into lil blue flowers but i fucked her up so bad i aint wanna show it xd gotta redo her#she prolly hiding behind that rock or smfn#o'chunks was gunna be some random red flower but i figured he'd be one of those big red trees instead#SPENT FOREVER ON THESE BTW#both of them had outlines but i spent so long un-outlining count rose that i didnt feel like doing dimentio lmao#maybe some day dimentio too will get no outline privileges#dey both have hands but was i gunna draw dems? HA. NO#mimi prolly is a flytrap of some kind and mr. l is likely a clover đ#i love my lotus and rose boy đŤ´â¤ď¸#spent like 3 hours figuring out rock textures and eventually settled on something ''''simple''''#dimentio also probably plays with the lil fishies in his pond#lore: timpani started as a flower but then turned into a big ass butterfly. now Count Rose got that big butterfly babe#if you draw any of the little guys i will kiss you a million times#alsoalso dont look too closely at the rocks behind dimentio in the 2nd image i got lazy
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itâs interesting to see how taylor has always imagined her ideal partner as being courageous (âheadfirst fearless,â âthis love is brave and wild,â âyou walked in wearing a football helmet and said okay letâs talk,â âdonât blame me love made me crazy if it doesnât you ainât doing it right,â âstanding broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really somethingâŚ.â) and how i think at first she thought that joe simply being willing to be with her felt courageous but then as she grew she realized that it wasnât enough of that feeling because he wasnât always standing broad-shouldered next to her, only when it was convenient for him. and thatâs not fearless. thatâs just doing whatâs easiest
#iâve been thinking a lot recently about love languages#and how not only are there the five that everyone talks abouf#but like. for me. i experience love through excitement. iâm excited about this! and if you love me then you should be too!#and how i show others i love them is by being excited about their lives snd interests#so iâve been thinking lately that another love language (or maybe currency) is an emotion#and i think for taylor it has always been fearlessness#because sheâs SUCH an innovator. about everything#her career and her work and her personal life and the industry and and and#so i think part of love for her is the enjoyment of trying new things!! and exploring how that can improve your life!#and i think thatâs what sheâs talking about all those times#and also why sweet nothing is on the denial playlist. oops.#(what she originally ran home to him for was the love that made her crazy. not sweet nothing.)#ttpd#random thoughts with grace
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2024 reads / storygraph
The Sword of Kaigen
standalone fantasy set in a rural mountain village at the edge of an empire that still holds traditional values, with families of powerful water/ice magic warriors
follows a powerful young heir who begins to question his beliefs about the empire when a new boy comes to his village from the city
and his mother, a housewife who has tried to forget her youth as a warrior and vigilante in the city since she moved back home to a loveless marriage
when thereâs a violent attack on their village that theyâre unprepared for, everything changes, and she has to embrace her old skills to protect her family and people
#The Sword of Kaigen#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#Iâve been meaning to read this for years and I finally got around to it! a really unique fantasy novel#I had always assumed this was ur average pre-industrial high fantasy and then was immediately hit with video games/tv in the first chapter#lmao. But overall (aside from the broader worldbuilding/politics) it is closer to the average âhistoricalâ fantasy narrative -#so I can see why I got that impression#Some really compelling characters and interesting narrative structure that went in some unexpected directions.#It really focuses in on one village and how devastating a single battle in a war can be to their people - and how much work the recovery is#I feel like most sff is more concerned with a single person and/or the whole war so this felt unique. did also mean that the pacing was odd#- it's a slow start; then thereâs a battle that must be hundreds of pages. The last section of the book feels a little too drawn out#and brings up random hanging plot elements that donât really go anywhere. But I think overall this works for the story.#also one thing I didnât love - cool complex interesting female character MC sure but also thereâs weird moments like:#the first scene we see her is all the housewives comparing their attractiveness; she keeps referring to herself as an old woman (when sheâs#and oh so meek and useless etc. And some of this feels like itâs part of the broader portrayal of the misogynist society#but some of it felt clunky or unintentional?#And then especially the end - when she and her shitty husband finally confront each other as equals and he apologises#she basically immediately forgives him and is like oh I was equally at fault because I am a meek woman who didnât try either#like him realising he was wrong (and her realising he had a reason for being the way he was) doesnât negate the fact that he treated her li#she acts like it was her fault for not trying too - when we have numerous examples of him berating her if she spoke up about anything?#like im glad heâs learning. but also that doesnât mean she needs to suddenly forgive and love him wtf#that's the only real thing that annoyed me though.#also btw that 5yo seems kinda fucked up. are you guys gonna do anything about that
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itâs funny how things have gone full circle with malenia. she was so hated when the game first came out, but then people grew to like her. then the dlc came out and now people hate her again lmao
#i mean itâs hardly surprising given what we now know#she did all that awful shit and wasnât even charmed#like i see people talk about how stupid miquella is because of this plan to essentially trap radahn#but that also makes malenia look stupid af too#âgo to caelid and kill radahn so i can marry himâ ans she was like sure#miquella wanted the one guy in the lands between who loves war and fighting to be his consort for his age of peace and compassionâŚ#what a genius he is.#makes me wonder why he even needs some heavy weight to keep order for him when he can just charm people into submission#was radahn just there as a ceremonial position?#oh wait i forgot miquella thinks heâs super kind so thatâs why he wants him#miq learnt about the gravity magic horse thing and swooned#honestly still canât get over how incredibly stupid the twins look after the dlc#i think people like to imagine malenia was charmed just because it makes it all look slightly better on her part#like they are just making excuses for her#but holy shit the fact she was all but willing to fucking die so miquella could bag radahn..#what a thing to die for lmao#and he was apparently present after the battle? but didnât do anything to help either radahn nor malenia?#instead he was helping a random redmane?#he obviously knew malenia had bloomed but ultimately didnât care i guess#kind of like âoh well if sheâs still alive when I get back iâll deal with it thenâ#honestly wish miquella had just died in that cocoon at this point#tbh he doesnât really do much in the dlc anyway they could have made it more about messmer and marika#hell bring melina into it please that would have been more interesting at this point#we didnât need the dubcon incest plot micheal you could have left that one in the drafts#i gotta get this out of my head itâs driving me nuts#seriously need to move on from this game for my own sanity
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some tragic love stories be like: if i could bottle the galaxy, i would pour it into a cup so it would be easier for you to drink. do you want them? do you want the stars? or do they suit you better as adornments for your eyes than glitter on your lips?
but they donât want the stars. they donât want the galaxy. but how can they not? is that not enough? (itâs too much, thatâs the problem. itâs too much.)
#ney's idle chatter (random textposts)#me trying and failing to capture why hadestown has embodied Love in a way i donât think iâm really capable of comprehending fr#but also this can be about whatever blorbo you want#when i think about that one line in chant#when hades says âbrighter than the light of dayâ#âlook. look at what i can make for youâsee?â#meanwhile the last thing persephone wants is to be reminded of this hollow echo of what their love is in her memories#when i think about that scene when eurydice tells orpheus they need to get food#but heâs working on his song and she makes the choice to trust him and go#to work harder and longer and search for things to feed them and trust heâll bring spring back#THE WAY PERSEPHONE TRIES TO KISS HADES GOODBYE AT THE START WHEN SHE COMES BACK FOR SUMMER#AND HOW IT PARALLELS EURYDICE KISSING ORPHEUS GOODBYE WHEN SHE GOES TO LOOK FOR FOOD#and hades pulls away. because sheâs leaving him and heâs terrified. heâs terrified and turns it into anger because otherwise heâs helpless.#and orpheus doesnât respond when eurydice leaves because heâs workingâheâs working and heâs going to give her what he promised.#but she needs his help. she needs his help nowâshe needs his support and he isnât there.#thinking about the moment she takes the ticket from hades and#it almost implies she starves. that she dies. that she starves to death trying to find food for them both#i promise you however unhinged i seem about this musical i am being purposefully restrained so i donât spam you all too much orz#holy SHIT these tags are LONG#even for me this is ridiculous thereâs a whole other post down here#high five to you for reading it ig damn#hadestown
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There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.
She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"
Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.
#my characters#also i just think it would be so funny to have him walk into the bar when karen and the boys are all there#and she sees him and is like OH MY GOD ITS MY GUY AND HE HAS A WOMAN WITH HIM I have to go congratulate him#and she jumps out of the booth to go say hi to him and the rest of her group is staring with wide eyes because whomst#and then her shoulders drop and the guy looks nervous and then karen is just gesturing to her group#and she walks him over and is like hey this is my guy and his cousin i hate my life#and then introduces rick to her friends/coworkers in the worst way ever like.... so lackluster#thats right and hes gay and pining and possibly dating#thats brent and hes pining and possibly dating#thats chris and he might have a divorce on his track record (HEY!) but we still love him#and thats paul the disaster bisexual currently pining#she sighs then points to the bar and goes AND I GUESS ILL INCLUDE the pining hot bartender in the introductions#everyone meet rick and his cousin and rick is like oh ! paul! hes your best friend!#cause he KNOWS that name from their ONE DATE that they both pretend didn't happen#and paul is just sunshine and flowers and beaming like oh ?? OH ??? KAREN? BESTIE? MY BEST FRIEND?#and she blushes and glares at rick because DOES THAT LOOK LIKE A FACE THAT CAN HANDLE COMPLIMENTS YOU JERK look what you did to him#and rick is v sorry and feels bad about it cause hes really just some random polite guy and thats why it would never work#hes too nice for karen and she CRAVES the teasing THE BANTER THE LANGUAGE and no hes just nice bye#so he leaves with his cousin to get some drinks and walks back over after hes done#and stares at paul as he says wow the bartender really is pining like you said in response to karen and paul wants to melt into his seat#therefore karen will forgive her guy for telling paul he was her best friend (its true tho) bc he made paul embarrassed#and he smiles at her and says bye and she just nods and is like yup talk to you next time we match#and its never romantic its always platonic#they are always going to match but its NEVER going to go beyond friends#though they do become friends and hang out eventually!#yes you can tell i thought about this A LOT on the drive#oops i fell in love
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Who is your fav from Xiaolin and why!
Well when I was younger I think my fav was split between Jack and Omi with Kimiko as a close 3rd, but nowadays it's 100% Jack XD
He's just so funny and cringefail, but also very clever, passionate, and creative. The work he puts into his robots or his new plans to defeat the monks, the literal time machine he created, the fact that his favorite wu is the monkey staff
He's just a goofy guy having fun doing a competitive scavenger hunt and trying/failing to be edgy while doing so
Also he's surprisingly a STEM guy- he makes spreadsheets for fun!
*plus he has the best and funniest dialogue I think- which in a show like xiaolin showdown is actually kind of a feat. Him and Wuya are just an iconic evil duo like no other... except maybe James and Jesse from pokemon XD
#When I was younger I just related to Omi a lot so I think that's part of why I loved him a lot#watching it now he's a little annoying but back then I just wanted everyone to know how great he wasđwhich the show delivered on constantly#and Kimiko's just cool!! She's laidback and funny but also I really feel with her anger and frustrations#I wanted her to get more respect and just generally have things go more her way#Also she changes outfits XD don't like all of them but it's fun to see what she comes up with#I think it's so funny that she basically lives inside a walk-in closet#As a random 4th character I'd probably say the Jack clonebot with the heart#I always really liked him so I was bummed he didn't get much screentime#ask#xiaolin showdown#And then Chase and Katknappe because I think she's annoying in a funny way and he's creepy in a cool way#Sorry this was long đ
I don't talk about xiaolin showdown often
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 10 Quote highlights:
The soft voice was deceptiveâAedion had learned that these weeks. Perhaps a weapon in its own right, to make people believe him gentle-hearted and weak. To mask the sharp mind and sharper instincts behind it.
As if these troops weren't for their queen, hadn't come for Aelin when she'd called. As if the Bane served anyone else.
Ren blew out a breath toward the tent's high ceiling. A large space, but unadorned. They hadn't time or resources to furnish it into a proper war tent, setting up only a cot, a few braziers, and this table, along with a copper tub behind a curtain in the rear. As soon as this meeting was over, he'd find someone to fill it for him.
Had Aelin been here, she might have heated it within a heartbeat. He shut out the tightness in his chest. Had Aelin been here, one breath from her and the five thousand troops they'd exhausted themselves killing today would have been ash on the wind
None of the lords around him had questioned where their queen was. Why she hadn't been on the field today. Perhaps they hadn't dared.
Aedion stopped long enough to greet those men, to ofter a hand on the shoulder or a word of reassurance. Some would last the night. Many wouldn't. He halted at other fires as well. To commend the fighting done, whether the soldiers hailed from Terrasen or the Wastes or Wendlyn. At a few of them, he even shared in their ales or meals. Rhoe had taught him thatâthe art of making his men want to follow him, die for him. But more than that, seeing them as men, as people with families and friends, who had as much to risk as he did in fighting here. It was no burden, despite the exhaustion creeping over him, to thank them for their courage, their swords. But it did take time. The sun had fully set, the muddy camp cast in deep shadows amid the fires, by the time he neared Kyllian's tent.
"Aedion."
He'd know that voice if he were blind.
Lysandra stepped from behind a tent, her face clean despite her muddy clothes.
He halted, finally feeling the weight of the dirt and gore on himself. "What."
"Is this some attempt to reenter my good graces?" He was too tired, too weary, to bother beating around the truth.
Her emerald eyes went as cold as the winter night around them. "I don't give a damn about your good graces. I care about this army being worn down with unnecessary movements."
She'd been in some small, unnoticed form. Precisely why so many kingdoms and courts had hunted down and killed any shifters. Unparalleled spies and assassins.
She crossed her arms. "If you don't want me sitting in on your war councils, then say so." He took in her face, her stiff posture. Exhaustion lay heavy on her, her golden skin pale and eyes haunted. He didn't know where she was staying in this camp. If she even had a tent. Guilt gnawed on him for a heartbeat.
"When, exactly, will our queen make her grand return?"
Her mouth tightened. "Tonight, if you think it wise."
"To miss the battle and only appear to bask in the glory of victory? I doubt the troops would find that heartening."
"Then tell me where, and when, and I'll do it."
"Just as you blindly obeyed our queen, you'll now obey me?"
"I obey no man," she snarled. "But I'm not fool enough to believe I know more about armies and soldiers than you do. My pride is not so easily bruised."
Aedion took a step forward. "And mine is?"
"What I did, I did for her, and for this kingdom. Look at these men, your men-look at the allies we've gathered and tell me that if they knew the truth, they would be so eager to fight."
"The Bane fought when we believed her dead. It would be no different."
"It might be for our allies. For the people of Terrasen." She didn't back down for a moment. "Go ahead and punish me for the rest of your life. For a thousand years, if you wind up Settling."
With Gavriel for his father, he might very well. He tried not to dwell on the possibility. He'd barely interacted with the Fae royals or their soldiers beyond what was necessary. And they mostly kept to themselves. Yet they did not sneer at him for his demi-Fae status; didn't really seem to care what blood flowed in his veins so long as he kept them alive.
"We have enough enemies as it is," Lysandra went on. "But if you truly wish to make me one of them as well, that's fine. I don't regret what 1 did, nor will I ever."
"Fine," was all he could think to say.
She shrewdly looked him over. As if weighing the man within. "It was real, Aedion," she said. "All of it. I don't care if you believe me or not. But it was real for me."
He couldn't bear to hear it. "I have a meeting," he lied, and stepped around her. "Go slither off somewhere else."
Hurt flashed in her eyes, quickly hidden. He was the worst sort of bastard for it.
She was a stupid fool. A stupid fool, to have said anything, and to now feel something in her chest crumpling. She had enough dignity left not to beg. To not watch Aedion go into Kyllian's tent and wonder if it was for a meeting, or because he was seeking to remind himself of life after so much killing today. To not give one inch of space to the burning in her eyes. Lysandra made her way toward the comfortable tent Sol of Suria had given her near his. A kind, sharply clever manâwho had no interest in women. The younger brother, Ravi, had eyed her, as all men did. But he'd kept a respectful distance, and had talked to her, not her chest, so she liked him, too. Didn't mind having a tent in their midst. An honor, actually. She'd gone from having to crawl into the beds of lords, doing whatever they asked of her with a smile, to fighting beside them. And she was now a lady herself. One whom both the Lords of Suria and the Lord of Allsbrook recognized, despite Darrow spitting on it. It might have filled her with gladness had battle not worn her out so completely that the walk back to the tent seemed endless. Had the general-prince not filleted her spirit so thoroughly. Every step was an effort, the mud sucking at her boots.
#Kingdom of Ash#Chapter 10#Sarah J. Maas#no spoilers please#first read#read with me#read along#live catch up#more of the random reading thoughts in tag#hold the line#but SHE kept going#Aedion had won anyway as heâd won everything through sheer will and arrogance (runs in the family?) *she said lovingly*#okay but seriously why is he being such a jerk like I get it but dude no#IT WAS ABSURD#had Aelin been their#their queen#her words#OMFUCKINGG ITS KNOX THIS IS GETTING A WHOLE POST CAUSE I HAVENT HAD A CHANCE TO SQUEAL#also from Perranth so could he know Elide?#also still getting soc thief vibes#I NEED HIM TO MEET AELIN#at DAWN you say#hey google play good graces#it was real for me#okay Lys itâs rep era time babes#Aedion IF A MAN TALKS SHIT THEN SHE OWES YOU NOTHING#all of Rowanâs cousins still there#Aedion a question WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH AN ASS#he realizes heâs covered in dirt because he realizes what an ass heâs being to her#Aelin would be proud of Lys sneaking around⌠and dissapointed in you Aedion bruh I love you but wtf
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