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that-one-gay-writer1227 · 2 years ago

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Hi! Good day I hope I'm not bothering you. Can I make a request about a Yan Venti x reader with a breeding kink? Hehehehe

His and Only His

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Anon! Don't worry, you're not bothering me! I actually had a lot of fun writing this request, so if anything your submission made my day a wee bit better! I wasn't sure if you wanted fem, masc, or neutral reader so I went ahead and wrote it as neutral but fem-bodied. I hope you don't mind! Also I apologize for the delay, I've been working on a personal project of mine unrelated to Tumblr lol. This is the first time ive written a yandere fic so i apologize if its not up to par, either way i hope you enjoy.

Summary: A certain bard has been hiding some very vivid feelings for you that are borderline obsessive, and one day he decides he wants to take you home and fill you up after an accidental confession <3

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, manipulative and possessive yandere themes, slight overstimulation, penetrative sex (the reader has a vagina), sub-reader, dom venti, oral giving (reader recieves), pet names (baby, cutie, etc. ), marking kink, !everything in here is fully consensual!

Tagging: @hitomisuzuya hey!!! I thought you might like this one since you also like yan venti fics lol.

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You and Venti met a few months ago in one of mondstat's most renowned taverns, the angel's share, and soon became drinking buddies. Usually, you two would talk about the most random things; your days, assholes you encountered, books you've read, and music.

Once you had mentioned that you were interested in learning how to write poetry venti jumped at the chance. Even started an entire class to teach poetry. Everyone thought it was for the public, but no; it'd be all for you. Everything he was doing was all for you.

He just couldn't stop thinking of you. Your smile, your voice, the way you walk, talk, and breathe.

Archons, from the first night he met you, he knew you just had to be his.

His to hold,

His to love,

His to breed

To be fully honest, he's had non-stop dreams and thoughts of you carrying his children. He's always wanted a family, for centuries he's thought about it. Raising a son or daughter in a life full of music and stories. Everything had started pure and innocent; it could have even been labeled a crush. But the more and more the two of you talked, he just couldn't help how often the thought of you being full of his seed would come to him. Slowly creeping into every one of his waking thoughts until you being fucked so full was the only thing he was concerned with anymore.

So here you are, late at night at angel's share waiting for your favorite bard to join you. It was just after new years, and the breeze was as gentle as ever in the wonderful city of mondstat. You had ordered a drink from diluc, the current bartender for the night and the owner of the place. You ordered a simple drink just to keep yourself company while waiting for Venti to arrive.

As if he had heard your thoughts, the blue-haired tone deaf bard walked in the door, a large grin plastered on his face and his lyre under his left arm. He waved hello to diluc and Jose before he went up the stairs to join you at your usual table. He took a seat in front of you and your half-finished drink. The second floor was nearly empty, leaving only the two of you under the candles aglow.

You smiled brightly at him. "Why hello stranger! fancy seeing you here." You teased making venti chuckle.

"Ehe same to you stranger, I actually came here looking for someone dear to me. Their name is y/n, you haven't seen them have you?" He teased back, locking eyes with you.

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a little. although your feelings were not nearly as intense as venti's, you had to admit you had definitely been struck by cupid to some degree. He was someone who intrigued you and made you laugh when no one else could, something you were very happy to have in life.

"I might have heard that name a few times, any more information on this Y/n?" You wanted to keep this going for just a little bit longer to see how much you could bring out. You were beyond curious and honestly the wine you'd had made you tipsy so there was no fear of him discovering your little crush.

This made him smirk. He placed his thumb under his chin and grazed his lips with a sweet slide of his index finger, feigning thought for a moment.

"Well, for starters they have beautiful eyes, as strong as the sea and as free as the seven winds. They have a talent for writing some of the most dazzling poetry! They also blush the same way you are right now, a jaw-dropping red more vibrant than the brightest apples in all of mondstat!" He bit his lip with a slight giggle as you felt your face be lit aglow.

You knew he liked to tease, and that was part of the reason that you developed feelings for him, but how did you not notice how direct it was before? Normally his teasing was simply a nickname, maybe a quick pickup line. But this? This was making your heart jump back and forth in your throat and chest.

"i- well you, i..." You felt the words get caught in your throat. what were you doing? You needed to pull yourself together before things got out of hand. Quickly trying to regain your composure, you'd sputtered a quick sentence, barely audible "Shh... my poetry isn't that good..."

"Well I beg to differ, I think it was stunning. I liked it with my whole heart." Venti was quick to retort. He was really trying to be the end of you tonight huh?

"Well I like you with my whole heart" You were convinced you'd thought. You were shocked to feel that your mouth was open as if you'd just said something. You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes bugging out. Venti looked at you, blinking a few times before his expression changed.

"What was that songbird? Do you like me?" He teased, leaning forward to pull your hand from your mouth. It took little effort, as he then took his other hand and pulled your chin in his direction, leaning over just a little and glancing down at your lips. "I wanna hear you say it songbird."

Please, don't let this be a dream; you'd think. You weren't sure what you were expecting after accidentally blurting your heart out to your best friend, but this certainly was by far the best possible reaction. You took a quivering breath and uttered, "I...I like you."

Something in his eyes changed, he was still looking at your lips, going back and forth between your eyes and mouth. Now his eyes were glued to your lips, something darker overtaking them. Watching the words leave your tongue, watching the shapes you make when you talk, the melodies dripping out.

"Can I do something crazy?" Venti asked, hushed but confident. Something that sounded a little too perfect not to have been rehearsed. You nodded hesitantly before he leaned in slowly towards you.

You felt his breath tickle your neck softly, there was a pause as you leaned your head to the side giving him more access. you felt like you were on fire. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He gave a soft chuckle before locking his lips around your neck.

You couldn't help the gentle mewl that left you when he began sucking on the tender skin. The hand tangled in your hair gently got tighter as his kisses grew hungrier and more passionate.

You felt the heat of the moment jump between your thighs as he climbed over the table quietly. His hunger for you didn't seem to quench as he kissed your neck, it only became stronger. He began biting different spots on your neck, kneading the flesh with his teeth and tongue. It was only when you heard a group of people from downstairs leave that you realized that you both were on display, all it took was someone looking up.

You pushed him off you slightly, making him look at you confused and a little hurt.

"Can we go somewhere private, I don't want everyone to see us up here." his look softened as your words settled with him, he nodded and stood up, grabbing your hand.

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The walk to your home wasn't far. You lived in the capital of mondstat in a small apartment near the inn. It was just more convenient for the sweet bard to keep an eye on you, and to get closer to you. You fumbled your keys, trying to open the door quickly and distractedly.

Venti wrapped his hands around your waist, placing his nose in the crook of your neck, softly breathing you in. His hands squeezed ever so slightly tighter as if to preview what you were in for.

"Absolutely divine..." was all he muttered before a gentle breeze blew past you, opening your door.

You paid the weird phenomenon no mind as you grabbed his hand, leading him inside.

"Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting company." Your shy mumbling was cut off when venti pushed you against the wall, going back to kissing your neck. He grabbed your sides, pulling your flesh against him. You could feel how hard he had grown just from kissing alone.

The sensation of feeling his hands finally being on you, the taste of your skin. It was intoxicating to him. He let his hands travel from your hips to palm the outside of your sex. He could feel how needy you'd grown from his touching. You bucked your hips into his hand as if telling him what you were so desperate for.

"Have patience sweet y/n. You'll get what you're so needy for when it's time." He moved from kissing your neck down, down, and down until he was sitting in front of you on his knees. He looked up at you with slitted and dangerous eyes. something you'd never seen on him before.

He began peppering kisses along the outside of your clothing, barely sending little shocks straight to your core.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've wanted to taste you." He pulled the hem of your pants, snapping the band closed. He let out a soft hum and looped his fingers, pulling your pants and undergarments down to his level.

The way his eyes glistened in desire was mesmerizing. He leaned forwards, nuzzling his nose onto the front of your folds, sending a chill down your spine. "Open your legs wide for me, songbird."

You did as told, lifting one leg over his shoulder, the other turned outwards to give him a better angle. He took this invite to slowly and passionately kitten lick everything his tongue would touch.

The room was filled with loud sounds of his mouth working wonders and your earthly moans. You gripped his hair as to take attention from your shaking, damn near faltering legs. you couldn't help the bucks you were making against his face. You loved the way he was moaning against your dripping sex, slurping every last drop you had to offer.

You felt the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as you clenched your thighs around his head. His hands left his sex and under your thighs, pulling you closer and closer until you could only see his eyes peeking from under your flesh. Without warning, your riding became fevered, bucking widely you came all over his mouth.

Without missing a beat he ate every last drop, whining and whimpering at how absolutely amazing you tasted to him. When he was finished, he stood up on wobbly knees, still high from your orgasm, and kissed you sloppily.

You could taste your release on his tongue and the need in his passion. You bit his lip, trying to gain dominance, but you were only met with him sliding his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch he could find refuge in. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he lifted you up.

With your hips around him, he took you to the couch and laid down on top of him. You kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he ground into you.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," He commanded, propped up on his elbows above you, still grinding. his breath dancing over your face.

"Archons, please stop....teasing, I ne..need you to fuck me please-" You whimpered quietly feeling your need stronger than ever. You wanted to feel him stretching you, splitting you. His hands gripping your waist as he pounded into you.

He didn't say anything, he only leaned down and kissed you. His lips soft and methodic. He sent one of his hands down to your chest, gently squeezing, making you moan. He took the advantage to explore your mouth yet again. Taking your tongue and gently sucking on it.

You arched your back into his touch as he began taking his clothes off. Slowly, almost tauntingly he exposed more and more of himself.

Eventually, you both were left bare. His beautiful form in front of you. You blushed at what was to come. He spread your legs apart and leaned forward to kiss you again. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his hair as he lined his cock at your entrance.

He reached a hand out and cupped your cheek.

"You are mine. I need to hear you say that you're mine and only mine," He whispered to you. There was lust behind it, but also something more. Almost a desperation for you to reassure him that you weren't anyone else's. He needed to know that he was all you'd ever need.

"I'm yours. Only yours."

That was all he needed. A newfound primal drive pumping through his brain. His click, his trigger, and you just pulled it. He plunged into you. Starting very slowly, watching how he disappeared inside of you.

You arched your back and tightened your legs around his back, making him sink into you faster. He started thrusting his leaking cock into your soaked cunt, making you moan vibrantly.

"I've been dreaming....dreaming of you taking me like this. beg-begging for me not to stop. You wanna be full of my seed? Full of my fucking cum?" You nodded at his question without hesitation, without regard to the fact that there'd be no way out of this if he filled you. "Beg for it....beg for my cum."

But Why would you want to escape?

His hand dipped to your sex, swirling his fingers as he pumped into you. His balls tight and slapping against your ass, he gripped his hand around your flesh tight enough to leave bruises and shot hot strings of cum deep into you. Warmth spread into you as he drilled into you.

Little did you know neither would be getting up for a very long time, I mean, you were his, so it was only natural that he made your neighbors aware of that fact. He had to make sure you took to his seed, that you only remembered how to moan his name.

After all, you were his and only his. Forever and always.

#venti x reader #venti smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #venti x you #venti x yn #reader is not traveller #genshin boys #smut

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sanderssidesthehouse · 5 months ago

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Can you do Patton for the character bingo? I've seen a lot of different takes so I'm curious to see what you think.

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Hi flower anon! I'm a little nervous about this one ngl but I will do it for you.

Circle sizes represent how confident I was marking a box. Not a lot of confidence on this one bc I'm still conflicted. I think further resolution of his arc might solidify how I feel about him, or change it completely.

I don't really like Patton Sanders and that's my toxic trait, but HEAR ME OUT. I don't want to convince anyone not to like him, in fact I'd love to convince people of all the reasons they COULD possibly like him! Just like bc of my real life personal experiences, I'm not very fond of him. He is not my blorbo 😔 I don't hate him, but I do mildly dislike him. (As a character I think he's great, his conflict presents a fascinating narrative that I enjoy quite a lot.)

"But Ace," I hear you saying, "you said you don't like him and yet you still think he's being done dirty by fans?" To which I say "Yes, absolutely, there are people out there liking and disliking him for the wrong reasons!" (In my humble opinion.)

Patton is NOT an innocent little baby who needs to be protected, NOR is he a manipulative asshole. He's just a guy trying his best who messes up sometimes. He should be treated like an adult with agency and be given some grace for when he stumbles.

He does care about his famILY and he tries so hard to show it, but he's always felt like he has to know the correct answers and that they're depending on him. And tbh with how much c!Thomas defers to Morality, I get it. When someone is constantly looking to you for answers and it's your job to have them, saying 'I don't know' is scary! But he and everyone else should really try to be brave and say 'let's figure it out together' rather than confidently giving an answer that has a good chance of being wrong. But again, I do understand the crushing weight of these expectations.

I think it's really clever that Morality got paired with Emotions, bc emotions are what drives morality. Different people have different emotions that more strongly affect their morals, with Patton, we see compassion as a primary motivator, but also fear. The fear of slipping into the category known as 'bad person' and the fear of that categorization being permanent. And then bottles that fear up out of shame. Very catholic guilt of him.

I do feel bad for Patton where we left him bc he's finally going to get the help he needs, but somewhat at the cost of the love and respect of his famILY. Roman feels betrayed, Virgil hates Janus, and Logan... Well he's got a lot going on right now anyway.

I prefer Patton when I'm looking at him through the lens of his relationships to the others. He really does his best for them, he's a sweet guy. He tries to be encouraging and he clearly knows the other three very well. And with Janus I think the strongest negative emotion he feels is occasional annoyance, you know, like when he was impersonated. He seems to actually kind of like him otherwise. Not the biggest fan of Remus, which is an understandable side effect of him not yet having sorted himself out. He's trying now, so I'm sure that will come with time.

Also his froggy traits are sick as hell and I hope we see more, I want to see more, make him a frog please, I beg. That's like, the high point of his character to me, I actually had to come back and edit this after I scheduled it to include that bc holy crap Patton's a frog and I love that for him, but I also love that for ME.

So why don't I like him? I have intrusive thoughts and moral ocd and personal trauma I'm not going to get in to so like... He's just so unbelievably frustrating to me as he currently is. Also it just irks me that he's clearly not as naive as he pretends to be and it just boils my blood when people play willfully ignorant. He's doing it bc he's scared, but isn't that why everyone does it? It's still bad, and it causes a lot of damage. I'm of the opinion that if something scares you, you should learn everything you can about it. Logan said something like that once and he was right.

He just makes me feel the need to tell people they don't have to be a moral paragon to be good or do good things or be deserving of happiness, health, safety, and love. I get it's his job and all, I just really can't separate a character like that from all the stuff I had to learn and unlearn for my personal health and safety. And maybe I actually just want to say that to him. Maybe the problem is that we're too similar in all of our worst traits and seeing a grim reflection where once stood a cheery mural is upsetting. Maybe it's Maybelline.

Idk, I might actually like him. I'm very wishy washy on this subject. I think I can manage liking him while also disliking him. I'm very talented. I would love for everyone to tell me all the reasons they love Patton! I think he's neat and I'd love to like him.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #siding ask #rllybadfanfic character bingo #so much anxiety about this one. like obviously it's well within my rights to not like a character but... It's Patton.

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beevean · 2 years ago

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And another thing!!!! (My mind is occupied by this topic a lot this morning lol) The people who put those headcanons on the characters only focus on the Fun UwU Quirky parts of being neurodivergent. The amount of times I've seen stories or art of the tremendous drawbacks having such neurodivergencies brings with it can be counted on one hand. It's always the "omg Sonic is so hyperactive he's totes ADHD he likes running and struggles to sit still!!" in a So Cute So Silly So Relatable way, never the "you cannot get anything done despite mentally SCREAMING at yourself to get up and do your tasks, you think everyone in your life can't stand you, you insert your foot in your mouth every time you speak, you can't finish a task to save your life" way. It truly makes me wonder how people who give every single character a Fun Quirky So Silly neurodivergency think, especially when they only focus on the endearing parts.

"If "neurotypicalness" is associated ... can have a personality too." It's exactly this! Why would I want to go around saying I'm straight if everyone immediately declares me a boring bigot because of that? Why would I tell anyone I'm not sure if I'm neurodivergent or neurotypical if the latter will immediately make me come off as someone with zero interests who is a dick to anyone even slightly off what is considered "the norm"? I wouldn't say people stating these things are directly harmful, especially because in real life people simply do not think and act like on Tumblr, but I do firmly believe that it is simply hurtful for people who fall in the 'bad' categories. (But then again, I am also firmly convinced that Tumblr has a general mindset of "They hurt us first so now we get to hurt them back, for justice!!!", completely ignoring they have no idea who the recipients are in their daily life and what they stand for, so...)

Also I was actually thinking the other day of the Sonic Chest Fur theory, and... Sample size of four people. Good job, y'all! I honestly think that claiming that you can give your Forces Avatar chest fur regardless of gender is a more solid claim about how chest fur is not male-exclusive than stating that Sonic is Totes Trans because he lacks it. And also, that argument has never stopped anyone from headcanoning Shadow and Silver as trans.... I'm curious what would happen if you brought up the Sonic Has No Chest Fur argument to state those two cannot be, were it not that I think it'd be equal to throwing a bomb straight into a hornet's nest.

I don't know what else to add, we're on the same page 😂

There is definitely a tendency to cutesify autism and ADHD here. I have neither, so I'd rather not insist too much and leave others to speak out, but even I know that both come with massive challenges. That's why they're called disorders! They don't have to be life-debilitating ofc, they're not curses, but I can imagine how some ND people might be irritated by others, especially fellow NDs, simply ignoring their struggles because they're not appealing. Ngl I'd find a realistic portrayal of Sonic with ADHD much more refreshing than the usual "hehe he's hyperactive he's just like me fr fr <3"

(at least, when I see people headcanon a character as for example having BPD, they do acknowledge the difficulties that come with the disorder)

And yes, I do realize that Tumblr is not real life. Apparently 90% of people here are both ND and LGBT+, the complete opposite of real life. I get it. I don't want to come off as "wanting to be oppressed so bad" or whatever, at this point I'm too old to care. But still, young people are being shaped on Tumblr and especially on its nastier little sibling Twitter, and I don't want teens to internalize that cishet NT people are boring shells of human beings at best and asshole bigots at worst.

Personally I'd sooner headcanon that Shadow and Silver are a different kind of hedgehog compared to Sonic - they both have fur and eye markings, plus a similar eye shape, it's interesting. I also have... opinions on how generally trans Sonic is portrayed, but eh, I think I'm being problematic enough :V

#sonic the hedgehog #important #i didn't know about the chest fur in forces!#the avatar can also crossdress without issue #forces secretly based

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noridal · 2 years ago

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free space just means you get to check it off no matter what, no conditions for acquisition :) and do u have other Florida man ship u like besides the pinnacle of Florida? letting u choose 🩵

Oh so you really want to watch the world burn, uh? Well, you'll get a long post about my thoughts on what I've seen in my time of hyperfixating on our lovely Captain.

Starting off strong, we have Flyoming:

The fandom decided that these two gotta be married for that one scene where they stand next to each other, and I'm not having it™. Don't get me wrong, asshole/ray of sunshine is a delicious dynamic, except this is not what's going on here. I like to think that if they're married, they're constantly trying to poison each other or choke their husband in his sleep. They're fucking the same guy because their marriage is open (of course) and enjoy having threesome or regularly attend their favourite swinger's club (to distract themselves from how bad it's going). Why don't they get a divorce? The hatefucking is too good.

Honestly, Wyoming is secretly terrified of Florida (as everyone should be) and Florida, well, dislikes Wyoming (as everyone should), but they can't say it out loud because it wouldn't be nice :)

As colleagues they totally work, maybe even friends. But romantically? This is a trainwreck, RvB fandom.

Let's move on with exactly fucked once(1), Flucker:

I'm unsure wether this would be marked as canon or not. Because Florida definitely would fuck Tucker, but Tucker is too caught up in his "must pretend to be straight" pantomime. Still they both fucked Church at least once. Either way, Flowers/Tucker is either one sided (from Florida's side) or Tucker secretly wants to bang but he isn't ready to admit it.

The potential is there, though. Florida has a daddy kink? Well, Tucker got pregnant. It would make sense if Florida was into that too. Parenting Junior is something Florida would mess up terribly, although I'm pretty sure he'd love his alien kid as much as he seems to love everyone in blue base.

Setting that aside, I'm pretty sure that if Tucker ever got curious enough to try, that would be his first and last time doing whatever Florida's into. Kid's too proud to have someone call him baby boy more than once.

It's great material for a long fic which is half about Tucker coming to term with the fact he's bi and half about how much fucking Captain Flowers was weird af. Or, a pretty steamy single chapter smut fic talking about that one time. Either way I'm going through their tag because there's so little material it only takes 10 minutes.

Talking about daddy kink, it's time for the daddiest ship of them all:

This is the kind of ship that at first you see and think "wtf this doesn't make any sense", but the more you look into it the more you realize these two dads have something in common.

First of all, the comedy here. The irony of Sarge falling for the blue Captain is pure gold. In a barbecue situation, they'd talk non-stop about their adopted kids. They both are definitely into fishing/hunting/diy shit, and exchange progressively more huninged survival tips to each other. Honestly, they just get along.

Another version of them that tickles my brain is "dating before PFL/Blood Gulch" so that. Makes them exes? Either way these guys are old and must have their fair share of dating experience by the time we see them, and once again it would be ironic putting them against each other. Or, since Florida was the one picking the people on red team, you can also picture this as "he just wanted really really bad to have his lover back".

Also, they both have a boner for murder.

In conclusion, there's lots of room for comedy and angst, according to the way you decided to frame it. This could be the dumbest enemies to lovers (to enemies again?) ever, with a twist of feelings in between.

More red team shipping! We have Flonut:

This is THE comic relief ship. Honestly. Flowers and Donut would simply get along, talk about interior design, yoga, and make double entendre 24/7. It's impossible to tell wether they're talking about some Bulgarian sex position or just pudding. The ultimate twink/daddy relationship in RvB.

I like to think they are dating and pretend this doesn't get in the way of their job because they only do it on the weekends, or something. The odd thing is that it works, I can totally see Florida complimenting Donut's aim after getting shot in the stomach, which makes everyone else uncomfortable. The rest of the blues and reds currently discuss wether or not they're really dating despite the both of them stating it openly more than once.

I also like to think that when Doc shows up, he'd join their dates and the three of them definitely have the best of times.

Flowers' death robbed us of many nice things but this is probably one of the best ones.

Bonus crackship:

When confronted with the question "would you fuck your clone?" Florida definitely answers that he's done it already. I'm scared and I will not elaborate further.

#agent florida #rvb #red vs blue #asks #red vs blue ships #captain butch flowers #lavernius tucker #agent wyoming #rvb sarge #rvb donut #franklin delano donut #longpost

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tiffanytoms · 1 year ago

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Do you think one of the reasons why (the vast majority) of Jily fics consist of the same recycled tropes and characterizations is because the Jily fandom (or at least a vocal minority) is less receptive to anything different like fics where the characters are more morally ambiguous/not as perfectly brave+good as they’re usually portrayed?

Hello!

Okay, I am going to answer this question like it was asked in good faith and is not a trap - and really hope that one of the 50 trolls I've blocked doesn't come out of the woodwork bc their spidey-senses started tingling and they just can't wait to yell their Karen opinions at me (I've been traumatized... can you tell I've been traumatized? 🤪)

Yes, absolutely yes. And I would agree it is a vocal minority, bc my anon asks and reader stats have never been better than for my darkest fic. Even the ppl who ended up turning on it were some of the biggest fans/reviewers/ask-senders, etc, so, at the end of the day that's their problem with human psychology and not me.

Morally ambiguous content is DEFINITELY popular, but you got some really loud, obnoxious, morally-superior purity warriors who (can't read warnings and tags), I guess, are here to cleanse all our souls by chastising and bullying others (??) whenever they admit that they like anything different, and that (understandably) pushes ppl back into the shadows. You can one thousand percent enjoy something that you know is bad for you or that you shouldn't. (Hello, sugar? Alcohol? Anything fun? Hahaha) Guilty pleasures are not a crime and reading literal crimes is not a crime. Seriously. You can read about murder and no one has to go to jail! 😱

But let me explain myself further: do I think popular tropes are a bad thing? No! Obviously if so many ppl are writing them, ppl like them! I enjoy them too. I think that's great, write away, but I think there's a problem when ppl are actively trying to stop others from writing anything different bc it's not what they personally want to read. We don't cater to entitled narcissists around here. It's the internet. There's enough room for everyone and ppl gotta learn to share their toys, lol. It is really sad bc over the years I have seen other specific writers (weird that this seems to be a recurring theme...) bullying away several amazing, original writers and that's just all sorts of fucked up. You can't tout this perfect utopian community by ostracizing and lying about anyone who dares to think even slightly differently than the norm. It's dumb as hell, and really insecure on those writers' parts. And frankly, I'm pissed they keep getting away with it.

That being said, let's veer into less nefarious waters and say that these ppl didn't lash out due to jealousy and marking their territory, but bc ppl in general are scared of anything new and what they don't understand. Ppl are creatures of habit, so if enough ppl write Jily in a specific way, that way almost becomes canon. For example, I will never forget my complete 'HUH 🤔' moment when someone was sharing my non-problematic, canon story WAYDTM (so they were clearly a fan) and tagged it as 'OOC'. Bc in my head I was like............. how are they out of character? We literally only know xyz about them and THAT'S IT. But it was completely bc so many ppl had written Lily and James in that specific way that that was almost what was expected. Me making James actually be an asshole at the beginning was marked as 'out of character' even if it made complete sense for the way I told the story.

And to that I say, fuck that.

No one here owns Jily, no one here knows Jily, bc Jily does not exist, they are not real, so write them however the fuck you want. It literally hurts no one, it is a story.

If ppl read the story, cool. If they don't, also cool. But at the end of the day, this is fanfiction over fictional characters, and if you're not allowed to play, then what's the fucking point.

I think it boils down to 2 camps: ppl who want to read/write aspirational Jily, and ppl who want to read/write messy, real (sometimes bad) Jily. Both are completely acceptable and wonderful and AWESOME, and we can have both. We just need both camps to mind their own business (but feel free to travel between them! That's cool!) and live and let live and not pretend like either is better than the other.

It just gets so fucking weird when you have ppl trying to tell you what you can or cannot do. Cut that shit out.

Thanks for the ask 😁 Sorry I got a little heated, this has just been a lot.

#fandom etiquette #live and let live #don't like don't read #awkward turtle #anon asks #free the Jily!

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phantomoftheorpheum · 5 months ago

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Ginny & Georgia 1x01 lb (first time watching)

y'all, I know I am a billion years late, but I'm finally going to watch Ginny & Georgia. I quit after the pilot the first time around because I could not handle the secondhand embarrassment, but I've been promising my friend I will watch it with her for years. so... I think I'm going to do small post episode thoughts, nothing lengthy or super in depth like some of my other shows (generally mystery stuff) because I am watching with someone else and I can't really constantly pause to take notes. so this will be more "general impressions."

**Spoilers for Ginny & Georgia 1x01**

Like I said, I've seen the pilot once before, though it is the only episode of the show I have seen. I also have somehow managed to avoid all spoilers of this show, I think because I blacklisted it when I realized I wouldn't be watching anytime soon, and I don't have a Twitter or a Tiktok. ANYWAY, since this is the pilot, I'm going to do general character impressions and predictions, but in the future I will only do specific characters when something has changed in my feelings/opinion. So this will likely be my longest post for season 1.

Ginny - I honestly came out of this pilot with Ginny as a little bit of a question mark. Initially, she definitely gave off early seasons Rory vibes (it's not like we all don't know the concepts of the shows parallel, though handled quite differently), but by the end of the episode she's made a lot of impulsive, messy decisions, so I'm not totally sure what we're in for with her. She has a kind of interesting balance between sometimes seeming sweet/naive/responsible and blunt/cynical/impulsive. If I had to guess, she's going to lean more into the second set of character traits because that is way more drama.

Georgia - Georgia is at the top of the list of characters with big personalities that I currently enjoy, but do wonder if might grate on me eventually. She's super charming and obviously gorgeous, and I didn't remember that we were actually going to see her backstory (totally forgot about that from the first time I saw the pilot) which I think will be a great service to her character, because it means the viewers have extra insight as to why she does what she does and empathizing with her. Georgia is a wildcard, so I'm strapping my seatbelt on with her.

Max - Max is number 2 on the list of characters with big personalities that was fun in 1x01, but that (with her in particular) I wonder might be a bit much at times. She's definitely a comic relief character, and I fully expect her to have some softer and more vulnerable moments to balance out her character a bit. She feels like another character that will really bring the drama.

Marcus - I could be totally off base here, but I feel like I know exactly where they're going with Marcus. Like he is the character, out of everyone, who I feel like having watched a lot of teen dramas is paying off for, because I feel quite confident that I understand him. He's the "will they, won't they" love interest (I mean, physically, they did, but emotionally not so much) who is going to come off as an "apathetic cynical asshole" for some number of episodes, have a traumatic backstory and softer side he struggles to share, and will eventually become a fan favorite. I really think if I'm right about anything, it's this.

Ellen - Ngl, I thought she was going to be a nemesis for Georgia at first, but that was clearly a wrong first impression and I kind of love her immediately. Idk that she will really get her own arc, but I think she's going to be hilarious.

Joe - I honestly don't quite know what to do with Joe. On the one hand, he so clearly fits into the "slow burn, pining/denial, endgame romance" trope as a character, but it's just.... so on the nose Luke from Gilmore Girls that I almost feel like they actively want to subvert that? I don't know. He definitely does give "endgame" romance vibes.

Paul - I'm also not quite sure what to do with Paul yet. I'm inherently suspicious of him, he feels like a character who could come off quite nice and a little oblivious, but then actually have anger issues or be controlling or something. I'm legitimately unsure if he's going to be a protagonist or an antagonist yet.

Cynthia - Mean girl. This is the nemesis I initially thought Ellen was going to be. Right now I could see her being a two dimensional problem Georgia continuously has to deal with, but I also wouldn't be surprised if she gets fleshed out eventually.

Hunter - Oh, Hunter. Poor, sweet Hunter. If you are not the sacrificial lamb of a first love interest, then I don't know what you are. He screams the "first boyfriend" roadblock to a Ginny and Marcus relationship. But props to the actor because I think he's playing it exactly how they want him to. Like they want Hunter to be the logical choice, but he's also an obstacle so they don't want the audience to get too attached to him, so he is also the most awkward/uncomfortable character ever. It's like, he's so nice, but also he makes me want to die of secondhand embarrassment constantly. Anyway, if I've read the Hunter/Ginny/Marcus love triangle wrong, I will be shocked.

Ginny's Other New Friends - I don't have the names down yet, but most of them are pretty unlikable so far. I assume we'll get more layers to this group as we go.

Austin - He's adorable, but I don't feel like I know anything about him yet, except that he loves Harry Potter, so not much to say here.

Zion - I assume we will see present day Zion at some point, since he seems to be a presence in Ginny's life, but I'm not sure when. For now, very little immediate opinion on him.

Okay, that's all the characters I feel like I need to cover under first impressions. I did remember that Georgia had murdered her husband and why (this is honestly the main thing I remembered from the pilot), so that wasn't a shock. I still struggled with the secondhand embarrassment, but I will power through for the sake of my friendship. lol.

This episode is obviously a lot of set up and I feel like by covering the characters, I've pretty much covered the episode, so I will be back with 1x02 shortly. Future episodes will be more bullet points of the my thoughts/feelings as I watch, and not so detailed per character.

#ginny and georgia #ginny and georgia spoilers #ginny and georgia season 1 spoilers #lb #personal #mine #td #long post #e watches things way late and gives opinions no one asked for

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gwenthebard · 1 year ago

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I think an important factor here though is that killing the targets doesn't really, as far as I've ever seen, effect morality any more than killing guards. You can kill every single target, and still end up with the good ending, the non-lethal options though are there for clean hands

I think the core of the Dishonored Morality system is actually summarized in terms of the last mission of the first game, and the reaction to the first level of the second game

are you someone who resisted killing more than necessary and moved like a shadow through the world, or someone who carved a bloody trail through the city at the first chance you could? The fact that if Emily's honor in the first level changes how the Outsider describes Corvo's actions makes me think the morality system is meant to be looked at in terms of what it reveals about you. Corvo kills everyone in the first game and people panic and get murder happy because they know he doesn't care who he needs to kill, and then it's assumed this has an influence on how Emily sees revenge

Like, yeah the guards are assholes, the gang members are assholes, the assassins and witches are assholes, but what do you do? Are you someone who is wronged by the world and makes it everyone elses problem, taking justice to mean killing anyone and everyone who might or might not have some hand in your fate, or someone who shows mercy and lessens your killing to a small amount

we see at the start of Dishonored 2 that Corvo can kill three people in like an eighth of a second. You play as Emily you can turn into a shadow demon, cut off three peoples head off at once, and drag people around. If you don't take the Outsiders Mark and play high chaos, you're likely still either stealthily killing entire city blocks and buildings of people or one man army fighting through them

There's a reason the morality system is called chaos, and it's because it largely changes what you're causing for these people. "Rich socialite disappears in night" is not more moral than killing her, when you're giving her to her stalker, but it's not something creating fear and panic. Same way "socialite killed at her party" creates only a little fear, but "entire party massacred by one man" is going to create a huge amount of chaos and fear over the events

Overall I think the morality system of Dishonored is built around the idea of trying to minimize the fear and terror of the inhabitants, but there's also a lot about generational trauma and children taking after their parents.

If you follow Dishonored 2's logic that Corvo's chaos is equal to Emily's future chaos, you can see how this carries across and is potentially even worse off.

A Corvo who killed no one and took some questionable paths, because he was holding to his honor, creates an Emily that inflicts even more horrific non-lethal options on her enemies. She lobotomises an inventor, sends a man to be institutionalized and forever seen as delusional

A Corvo who only killed the targets and no one else creates an Emily who does the same, but potentially leaves places worse off. The clockwork mansion quest you actually make the world as a whole better non-lethally and help someone, but someone who just kills all targets might not know that. They're likely to kill doctor Hypatia instead of trying to save her

A Corvo who killed literally everyone in their path, spent 6 months in prison and was framed for a crime he didn't commit during a plague and decided everyone must die? Creates an Emily who suffers a coup and decides everyone must die, who doesn't even have months for anger and resentment to build before saying everyone must die. Notably a high chaos Emily can kill the population of every level and show zero resistance upon bringing Corvo back

Something to think about as well is how guards often have more presence and a more violent presence in high chaos runs. A few wealthy people going missing and occasional guard dying? Business as usual in Dishonored. Entire buildings of guards dying over night, and random attacks in the streets? You're creating a situation where the guards are going to make their worry everyone elses problem, and create more chaos through the oppression that gets brought with it

Overall I think the morality of Dishnored as a franchise can be described as being about not good and bad choices, but about how your choices influence those around you. Are you making citizens fear for their life more than the guards and plagues? are you making guards and the wealthy feel the need to be even more oppressive and cruel for their safety? are you telling the next generation the right answer to "what do you do if someone does something bad to you" is "kill anyone and everyone who gets between you and revenge"

TLDR: Dishonored's morality system is, at its heart, a system with the question of "are you making people fear for their life every time they go outside" and "are you normalizing violence to the point others will use it even faster than you do"

the thing about the dishonored morality system people don’t understand is that it’s actually the only one that makes sense regarding morality in killing people

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enderwoah · 2 years ago

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CLASSPECTING DOUBLE LIFE

i've finally got it. a complete, comprehensive, optimised list of classpects and lunar sways for all of the double life members (and a couple of others). by "complete and optimised," of course, i mean it's a complete list of my opinions! if you disagree, nifty! there are too many class/aspect/lunar sway combos for everyone to come to an agreement, this is just the result of my (and some lovely tumblr users) character analysis!

not only is this a list, it's also explanations for each choice i made, so this is going to be long as hell. hopefully it's a bit easier to understand for people that don't know tooooo much about homestuck (or maybe just not knowing too much about classpects bc lets be real that stuff is CONFUSING).

the little (+) and (-) at the end of each class is simply to mark it as an active (+) or passive (-) class. personally, i don't put too much weight into it, but some people might vibe w/ it idk. the other aspect at the end of each aspect is it's opposite.

unlike the twelve classes and aspects, prospit vs derse is a very black and white classification, making it difficult to fit every character perfectly in one slot. as such, you may notice that some people don't fully fit in their assigned dream moon! which is fine—that just means i feel as if they fit more in one over the other. derse and prospit were also said by Hussie to sort of indicate a player's active/passive role in the game, respectively. if someone has a passive class but are a derse dreamer, that probably means that they're utilising the qualities of their passive class in a very distinct and active way—same goes for the opposite. this is not always the case, however, because i honestly forgot about derse and prospit being active/passive until way after i was done slotting them all in. if it works, it works!

as there are fourteen double life members, expect a few characters to have the same class or aspect as someone else! that's just how the cookie crumbles.

hope ur ready. im not.

[disclaimer: technically, these in-depth analyses could be considered SPOILERS for the comic, as they're not fully explained until act six. there are no actual plot spoilers, though, so do what you would like!]

DREAM MOONS

Prospit - Flexibly optimistic, Prospit Dreamers are reactive and intuitive. They exist in the present, rather than looking to the future or obsessing over the past, and when making decisions they tend to rely on gut instincts and whatever they're feeling int he moment to guide them. They are quick to act and reliable in crisis, but they have difficulties thinking things through and are often seen as flighty. They are less rebellious than they are adaptable, instead finding away to coexist with authority than fight against it. They are naturally trusting and often project a self into the world that isn't necessarily them. ("-")

Derse - Derse Dreamers are marked by a distinct and restless skepticism. Rebellion is in their blood, and they are prone to fight against everything that moves, regardless of perceived importance to other people. They are cerebral and self-aware, and as such their identities are built on the control they have over their surroundings. They are often inflexible and pessimistic, but they are great problem solvers that face conflict with shrewd, calculating minds. They find sincere vulnerability difficult and often keep people at an arm's length. Living in the moment is hard for a Derse Dreamer; they look towards the future and analyze the past. ("+")

[adapted from the official extended zodiac page.]

CLASSPECTS

[all aspect descriptions were stolen from dahni, who probably has the best homestuck class/aspect analysis in the fandom. several of the descriptions of powers were stolen from kess, who probably makes the best descriptions of classpect-specific powers in the fandom. they also do lands and fraymotifs. check both of them out for all your classpecting needs!]

[if i call anyone an asshole or a dickhead, please understand that i am referring to them in a /rp sense. i am well aware that they're all lovely people irl! ^^]

Grian - Derse - Witch of Time

Witch - Starts off by breaking the rules and boundaries of their aspect, pushing and manipulating it to its limits at their whim. Must learn when use/manipulation of their aspect is really needed and when it isn't; self-regulation/control. (+)

Time - Repetition, mechanical. Destruction, endings. Precision, impatience, choice. Movement, velocity, music. Literal time. (Space)

Time players are very "fuck the system, fight everything" types of people. They're defensive, impulsive, empathetic and determined problem solvers. They're constantly in motion and it physically pains them to take things as they come, even when doing so may be the safest option. So basically, every iteration of Grian ever falls under Time.

Even if we ignore his current "literally interacting with a rift in space-time that drags things into my base from alternate timelines" lore on Hermitcraft, he's generally that sort of restlessly active, "doesn't know when to stop" kind of person. Goal-focused, values the destination over the journey...he checks all the boxes.

Witches also have that "does things for shits and giggles" swag, and they start of their journey very carefree and shirk responsibility in favour for messing around. Being a Time player, though that quality would probably get sucker punched out of him once their timeline spirals into a doomed timeline and he has to fix that.

In terms of powers, Witches can Manipulate their aspect—being a Time player, that is ridiculously powerful. When fighting an enemy, he could manipulate the timeline of their life—i.e., age them until they're nothing but dust or crank it back until they're a squealing infant (or just plain doesn't exist). All Time players can also time travel, so hopping from timeline to timeline would be absolutely no problem.

Scar - Prospit - Heir of Life

Heir - Starts off with an abundance of their aspect, basically inheriting it and having a natural proficiency regarding it. Must learn how to properly embrace their aspect and learn to manipulate that abundance of it to aide themselves and others. (-)

Life - Healing, positivity, energy. Growing, increasing/raising. Authority/power, luxury, wealth. Rebellion, recklessness, liberation. Literal life, plants, animals, food, youth. (Doom)

I feel like in every bit of content I have ever seen Scar in, he's always got some aspect of Life or another surrounding him. He's been the mayor, he's a savvy businessman, both of which fulfill luxury, authority/power, and wealth requirement. He's apparently a "luscious elf" in HCS9, whatever that means, and his base was a giant tree and he made cookies—plants and food. He's generally just an energetic, happy dude that dies laughing time and time again, always coming back with a grin and that same pep in his step that he always has.

Given these circumstances, I felt as if the Heir of Life was a title that suit him! He just radiates the energy of Life everywhere he goes, and it would make sense for him to need to learn how to wrangle in that innate recklessness that gets him killed over and over—you never know when the death might matter a bit too much and you don't respawn.

Power-wise, Heirs have full agency with their aspect and can sometimes literally become it—while I don't think it would be especially helpful to become a tree, it would make sense for Scar to be able to eventually control plants or even grant them their own agency to help him. Another idea is that he always magically takes on a form to help him just before he dies—i.e., growing gills right before drowning, boosting strength when he desperately needs it, which all might develop into him being able to properly shapeshift into any animal (eventually).

Scott - Derse - Prince of Mind

Prince - Often starts off ghosting their opposite aspect, but not always. They have a tendency to reject their aspect and actively work to fully destroy it within themselves and their surroundings. Must learn to harness their destructive tendencies and utilise them, either to systematically and purposefully destroy their aspect or to destroy using their aspect. (+)

Mind - Rationality, rational decisions, reason, logic, unbiased, impersonal. Apathetic, indifference, equal possibility. Disguises, blending in, perceptions, worldviews. Literal minds, brains, thoughts, memories. (Heart)

Princes are often assholes! Moving on.

In all seriousness, though, Scott gives hella Mind player vibes. He's probably one of the most analytically minded members of this entire group, to a point where it's kind of freaky in comparison to everyone else, but he does kind of do the whole "ghosting their opposite aspect" thing in a sense that he throws the impartiality aspect of Mind out of the window. He'll root himself in stubbornness based on one happenstance, he'll go through ridiculous lengths to maintain a partnership he has (even if it may not be the most beneficial thing in the world), and he's a serial, chronic flirt.

He's also a liar, manipulator, and he does it to benefit himself and his very close teammates. Princes destroy their aspect, and fucking with people's minds and gaslighting them sounds pretty damn similar.

Powers for a Prince of Mind are fucking raw. Destroying someone's mind could literally mean driving them to insanity, and destroying someone's perceptions could mean making them go blind or deaf. He could probably also destroy people's memories, making them an amnesiac in a particular place of his choice (think making them a full amnesiac vs making them forget how to fight). Destroying with Mind gives vibes of sending terrible images into someone's mind, or just plain Mind Spike-ing using telepathy and making people go into shock. Crazy ass mf.

Pearl - Derse - Mage of Blood

Mage - Starts off immensely suffering because of their aspect, be it an overabundance of it, a lack of it, or something in between. Must learn how to overcome that suffering and use the knowledge obtained from it to help themselves and guide others. (+)

Blood - Unity, connection, interpersonal bonds. Commitment, attachment, obligation, promises. Responsibility, dependence. Inflexibility, material, tangible. Literal blood. (Breath)

This one is pretty simple. Pearl has really had the ups and downs of Blood—and in terms of Double Life, it's mostly the downs. Being rejected by not only her soulmate, but also both members of her former team...ouch. Fans of the three Gs wept.

Throughout DL, she tried for alliances time and time again and failed basically every single time, but instead of being destroyed by it—or, at least, instead of being completely destroyed by it—she harnessed her loneliness and channeled it into strength and spite and won the entire game for herself. Suffering because of bonds, unity, connections, and overcoming that suffering to do herself some good? Very Mage of Blood, through and through.

Powers are vague, since Mages are probably the most elusive of the classes we know about, but something like being able to make Literal blood contracts that the game itself wouldn't allow you to break without severe repercussions sounds about right. Probably able to immediately point out what matters to a person most (be it a person, place, or thing), could also very possibly actually be able to see soulmate strings.

Tango - Derse - Heir of Rage

Rage - Unconditional anger, hate, fear. Refusal, defiance, rejection, skepticism, doubt. Negativity, despair, denial. (Hope)

Another decently cut-and-dry one, Heir of Rage Tango. A very, very fucking dangerous classpect.

As Heirs have an inherent abundance of their aspect, and Rage is, well...Rage, you can easily see what I was going for and why it fits Tango. The man is perfectly amicable sometimes but is prone to flying off the ragehandle and going absolutely off the shits when it comes to bad things happening to him and his allies/friends. He constantly has that bubble of anger underneath his skin that may or may not be be especially useful when it's out of control. Heirs need to learn when to and specifically when not to embrace their aspect in a crucial moment, but I think Tango's probably got it down pat.

That being said, it wouldn't be a good thing for him to smother all of that, either—inverting to a Hope player would do nobody any sort of good, mostly because he would be bad at it and probably bring Down the Hope by forcing himself into apathy. There is a healthy middle! This is why Jimmy and Tango are moirails.

In terms of powers...Jesus Christ. And I really do mean Holy Fuck. As previously stated, Heirs can often turn into their aspect—I would like for you to sit down and imagine what someone turning into the physical embodiment of rage, anger, fury, and every negative thought and feeling you can think of would look like...and then imagine the destruction they could unleash on an entire army of enemies. He would also be able to inspire Rage in others and manipulate it, cranking it up for his teammates to give that boost of righteous justice or cranking it all the way down for enemies, leaving them either hollow and useless or friendly and unnervingly pleasant towards them. He could project his own negative emotions onto others, so if he felt even the smidgen of fear his enemies would feel a horrible anxiousness and terror. Heirs are incredibly versatile, I could make a whole post taking about how fucking wild these powers would be, but one thing is for sure—be very afraid.

Jimmy - Prospit - Page of Doom

Page - Starts off with a lack of their aspect/lack of control of their aspect/at the mercy of their aspect. Must learn how to tap into their full hidden potential with their aspect and provide it to others. Once that full potential is released, they are one of the strongest players in the game. (-)

Doom - Harm, negativity. Caution, control/limits, necessity. Acceptance, withdrawal, equality/wisdom. Things decreasing/lowering. Literal doom, death, technology. (Life)

Pages! Pages are very odd in a sense that "having a deficiency in their aspect" is not exactly the most specific thing ever. It can range from someone with the "freedom, movement" aspect being literally crippled to someone with the "beliefs, optimism" aspect being actually pretty happy and joyful but a complete fucking moron at the same time and overcompensating.

Which basically means I can do whatever the fuck I want lmfao.

We all know about Jimmy's "canary curse," and a curse (or a virus COUGH) sounds like a very Doom-y thing to me—especially considering this curse literally makes him die, or at least become a catalyst for horrible things to happen in the Homestuck sense. He brings about Doom onto himself and others, a Page vibe through and through.

It would make sense to assume, then, that if Jimmy managed to get a handle on this curse, to tap into that inherent aura of destruction and death that he has within himself and simply can't control, he could be pretty fuckin' scary...if it ever happens. There is no guarantee that he will.

Aside from the death part of Doom, he's pretty garbage at all the other parts, too—caution (no), control/limits (no), necessity (no), equality/wisdom (no)—seriously, limits? Rules? The man tried to team with everything that breathed on Double Life, whether they had wronged him or not, and then turned around and remembered "oh yeah, this person wronged us!" and would start working to mess with them. Sir. Please.

Pages are very funny in a sense that they start off as the weakest class that is the least in-touch with their aspect, but as soon as they grasp that spark and utilise it, they are described as one of the most powerful classes. Period. Doom is a very versatile aspect, ranging from literal death to destruction to explosions to corrosion to coding and technology (including the coding and tech of the game itself). Because of this, the powers of a Page of Doom would be pretty nuts—basically being able to harness any sort of destructive, corrosive energy you can think of to fight, and also benefit other teammates with that (think making his teammates' weapons do more damage or deal corrosive damage). He could also somehow manage to exploit loopholes in the game or break shit to make the game skewed towards his favour, but that is DEFINITELY a very high-level thing and doesn't even need to be considered.

We're still talking about Jimmy, here.

Ren - Derse - Sylph of Space

Sylph - Starts off intensely meddling with their aspect, getting into other people's business with it (that is to say, about it and using it), never shutting up about it, forcing their ideas/ideals about it onto other people, and interfering and trying to help others with it in a way that often hurts more than helps. Must learn how to utilise their knowledge and abundance of their aspect in a way that actually helps and heals people and helps and heals their aspect. (-)

Space - Biology, beginnings, creation. Destiny, fate. Variation, ambiguity, patience. Creativity, big picture, literal space, physics. (Time)

Ren is such a good vibes guy, I just had to give him a good vibes Class. And his Aspect is easily the most important one, so the guy is particularly special when it comes to his session! Sylphs have a tendency to go on tangents about their aspect and basically shove it into everyone's faces, and I sort of just connected the fact that Ren is incredibly dramatic and wrangles people into his eccentric bits all the time to his inherent kindness and healer vibes. By "healer vibes" I mean the cool kind of healer, the kind of healer that would heal you and then whirl around with a sword and slice an enemy in half behind them. He gives those vibes.

Also, the canon description of Space players says that "[they understand] that sometimes you have to let something burn to the ground in order to build it back better and stronger than before" and that just reminded me of the whole "Rentheking" thing going on in Hermitcraft. They are endlessly creative and innovative, and they are focused on the big picture rather than the fussy little details...which sometimes makes them a bit vague and hard to pin down, but it's certainly not intolerable in Ren's case.

In terms of powers, Space players obviously have the whole "space, physics" thing going on for them, but a Sylph of Space would be able to do all of that whilst maintaining the least damage to Space itself. They could easily teleport and mend tears in space while also being able to create pocket dimensions if they so pleased. They could heal people by binding shit back together at the molecular level and also probably create healing-based objects.

BigB - Prospit - Rogue of Void

Rogue - Starts off with a feeling of awkwardness surrounding their aspect, believing that they aren't fit for it or it isn't suited for them or believing that it would be better off with someone else. Must learn to embrace their aspect, as it is a part of them, and trust their instincts regarding it and further their innate understanding of its applications so they can take it and redistribute it to help their team. (-)

Void - Secrets, doubt, confusion. Irrelevance, infinite possibilities, indifference. Literal void, lack-of-something, darkness. (Light)

Unfortunately, I cannot say I know too much about Bigb, but from what I can see he seems like a very nice, genuine dude with a penchant for generally being kind. On that same note, I don't think his little "secret soulmates" thing with Grian was born out of maliciousness—becoming "secret soulmates" with someone only to like gossip and trade items and give each other cookies and not actually have it be a substantial secret gives Rogue of Void vibes, especially considering how he seemed to let Grian initiate most of their "secret" interactions.

Ultimately, one could say his unfortunate demise came from him being too active, both as a passive class and as a Void player. Him rushing into a fight in broad daylight with Ren is pretty unbecoming of a Void player, and a bit of irony might be the fact that a) it was Ren died and not him, and nobody really saw him when he died because he was trailing behind and b) it was his "secret soulmate" that did the deed.

In terms of playing the game, I'd probably say that Bigb would have to fall back on and trust that aspect of being low-key that he has, as it will most likely end up being very beneficial for everyone considering a Rogue of Void's skillset!

A Rogue of Void would be able to Steal Nothingness in order to aide others. To steal the absence of something would be Making something, so he can just...create items. Very important items, if need be. Stealing secrecy and darkness and applying it to himself or others implies being able to turn himself and his teammates invisible or something along those lines, also possibly being able to travel through shadows like those mfs from the Princess and the Frog.

Bdubs - Prospit - Seer of Hope

Seer - Starts off passively observing and recording their aspect, forming their own stubborn opinions surrounding it. Must learn to be more open-minded to be able to learn every possible aspect of their aspect and use that knowledge to aide others and guide them into making the right choices. (-)

Hope - Unconditional love, trust, belief, literal hope. Confirmation, acceptance. Optimism, naïve optimism, positivity, euphoria. (Rage)

Hope—beliefs, optimism, trust, literal hope—plus a Seer—knows too much about and doesn't shut up about their aspect—equals someone really good to talk to about your problems and get advice from.

Bdubs simply has that Hope player swag, and he's got big eyes so he's a Seer move on. No, but seriously, he's very thoughtful and cunning sometimes, and I'd say that he often has pretty good plans and definitely has that "relentless fountain of knowledge" vibe that Seers do, especially considering the...[glances at bdubs and hermittwt] recent developments.

In terms of powers, Seers don't really have too much going for them. A Seer of Hope would most likely be able to see people's beliefs, people's loves (take that as you will), and most helpfully, people's intentions. If this was honed to a fine point, it could make him a literal PVP god, but he would probably do best working as a strategist or even a mole/spy. He could also possibly See the happiness level of someone, perhaps having a mood bar over the people he meets (just because it sounds funny). He could most likely also see the most Hopeful outcome in a situation/for one specific persona and guide that situation/person to the best possible outcome. As is a Seer's job!

Impulse - Prospit - Bard of Blood

Bard - Often starts off ghosting their opposite aspect, but not always. They often passively (accidentally/unknowingly/unintentionally) get rid of their aspect in some way or another before having something akin to a reckoning moment where they violently snap back to their aspect and use it to destroy. Must get a firm grip on their destructive tendencies and act more like a catalyst for the destruction of their aspect or destruction through their aspect. (-)

Blood - Unity, connection, interpersonal bonds. Commitment, attachment, obligation, promises. Responsibility, dependence. Inflexibility, material, tangible. Literal blood. (Breath)

Impulse's classpecting is probably one of the more tragic ones on here.

As stated, Bards often inadvertently destroy their aspect in some way or another, and Impulse certainly is no exception. In both 3rd Life and Last Life, Impulse basically got kicked in the ass by/because of his connections, attachments, and bonds—3rd Life being him getting betrayed by Bdubs for one (1) singular clock and Last Life being him being the last member of the Southlands that stuck with Grian and then dying in their wither fight.

Fortunately for Impulse, he's learned from the past two times—now that he is legally obligated to be paired with someone, he's sort of had his "aren't you tired of being nice" moment and proceeded to work with Bdubs, his own bond, to destroy other people's bonds—using Blood to destroy Blood. The man has gone for it both ways. All of this gives hella Bard of Blood vibes, and it's nice to see a Bard not being a complete and total dickhead for once!

Powers are sort of vague, as it is with Blood, but it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that while Pearl is able to create blood contracts that people are inclined to uphold because of a threat of something terrible, Impulse would be able to make contracts that are Made To Be Broken. Devil's deal type beat, I would recommend not shaking his hand because one way or another, you're going to fail to uphold your end of the deal...and it will not be pretty for you when you don't. Being able to destroy blood in a literal sense certainly makes one think of several violent things that I probably shouldn't type out—you can get the picture. Destroying connections and unity and bonds gives vibes of someone just making things go wrong around him—machinery and electronics simply stop working, and eventually his very presence could make an entire society break down. Rebel leader Impulse and Oh My Fucking God I just remembered his whole "I'm tired of being nice" thing on HCS9 GUYSSSSS THIS IS GENIUS

Etho - Prospit - Thief of Breath

Thief - Starts off rather selfish and/or self-absorbed, literally or figuratively stealing their aspect from people to benefit themselves without much of a second thought for who they're disservicing. Honestly, they don't really change that—they mostly have to learn how to not be a complete douche with it and grow and further their abilities to become the strongest they can be. (+)

Breath - Freedom, disconnection, detachment. Apathy, indifference. Independence, flexibility, options, liberties. Movement, separation. Literal air/breath, ethereality, intangibility. (Blood)

Etho simply gives vibes of a Breath player. A true Hermit that really gives no shits and teams with who he wants to team with and avoids who he wants to avoid and everyone just sort of has to deal with him or get fucking destroyed by him and Joel. You might even get destroyed by him and Joel while actively trying to appeal to them. Who the hell knows?

Big Thief vibes in him not caring about who he affects and even exploiting it sometimes, and I wouldn't say that he's necessarily selfish, but he certainly doesn't just give things away if it's not going to benefit him in return. Would probably make a pun about himself being "breathtaking."

Obviously, a Thief of Breath could literally steal someone's breath away—manipulating the air in their lungs to come Out of their lungs and making sure none goes back In. Breath also represents freedom and movement, so he could possibly magically slow people down to speed himself up like some sort of fucked up Sonic that actually makes the world around him slow down while he's moving super fast. He could probably eventually lock people in place and use the movement from them to boost himself—if he freezes six people, he can move with the combined speed of all six people. He can probably flash step, the fucking weeb, and can probably dash through the air like the Hollow Knight mc. Stealing using wind and breath, however, gives him more of a stealth aspect—he could move quieter than the breeze, his steps are light as a feather, you wouldn't be able to hear him if you were breathing, etc, etc. He could probably manipulate wind to steal items from people, maybe even doing a windy thing that takes stuff directly out of someone's sylladex (inventory).

Joel - Prospit - Maid of Rage

Maid - Starts off relying on others for advice regarding/for their aspect and having little to no agency surrounding it themselves. Must learn to seek it out on their own and create it where there is none, utilising it for their own needs whilst serving it for others in turn. (+)

Rage - Unconditional anger, hate, fear. Refusal, defiance, rejection, skepticism, doubt. Negativity, despair, denial. Physical pain, suffering. (Hope)

I think out of everyone listed, Joel already had his arc regarding his classpect the longest time ago. He's been acting out the vibe of a Maid of Rage probably ever since Last Life, or even before—I can't say I watched his POV or any surrounding POVs for him during 3rd Life, but I distinctly remember him just Having A Bunch Of Wolves by the end and going apeshit with that.

If Joel does anything at all, it's Creating Rage within himself and within other people. The man went red in session two of Last Life and was a menace until the very end—he stayed alive until the very end after being the first to go red. Rage is Anger, yes, but it's also Conviction and Strength, both things Joel has in pleasant abundance.

Maids make sure their aspect gets the furthest reach possible, which means a Maid of Rage would be spreading hatred, anger, and fear anywhere they can. Sounds Joelish (/mostly joking). He would most likely be able to make enemies feel fear, doubts, regrets, etc. He could amplify pure suffering in people, basically creating pain inside of them, eventually possibly being able to straight up make someone have a heart attack or go into shock from all of that raw pain. He could possibly be able to bring to life people's greatest nightmares and drive people a bit bonkers with that. He could probably root someone to the spot with mere eye contact, and he probably has endless strength and passion or something and simply never gets tired.

Cleo - Derse - Thief of Light

Thief - Starts off rather selfish and/or self-absorbed, literally or figuratively stealing their aspect from people to benefit themselves without much of a second thought for who they're disserving. Honestly, they don't really change that—they mostly have to learn how to not be a complete douche with it and grow and further their abilities to become the strongest they can be.

Light - Reality, awareness, perception, information, knowledge. Illumination, literal light. Luck, probability. (Void)

Thieves are often assholes! Moving on.

Okay, fine. Why, pray tell, did I give Cleo the classpect of one of the most hated character in the series? Well, you see.

She's manipulative. She lies. She hides things. She obfuscates. She's got the bluntness of a Light player and the knack for fucking with people (and proceeding to get away with it) of a Thief. Her constant tendency of blatantly lying to people's faces is, to put it in a metaphorical way, pulling the wool over someone's eyes. Shrouding them in darkness, the lack of knowledge of her shenanigans with Scott and what she's doing to people. Fucking with people's realities, awareness, perception...gaslighting...yeah. Thief of Light.

Powers for a Thief of Light basically had only one aspect of them explored in the comic despite being The Most Prominently Featured God Tier...which is the manipulation of luck. Cleo could steal the luck of other people to increase her luck, which, to put in video game terms, means that she'd boost her chances of getting eight critical hits in a row whilst simultaneously making it so her enemies have a much higher chance of missing eight times in a row. She could literally steal light, probably being able to grant herself night vision of sorts (and, if she felt like it, blinding everyone else in the room). Actually, blinding people would probably be another power, as would stealing knowledge from people, being able to make them useless in battle or even literal babies in terms of brainpower.

Great, that's two people that can basically remove the brains of anyone they come across and make them go blind. This really bodes well for this session. /s

Martyn - Derse - Knight of Heart

Knight - Starts off with a decent grasp on their aspect but a crippling lack of self-confidence in regards to it (also in general, sometimes). Must learn to trust themselves and their instincts in regards to their aspect and protect it/use it to protect others. (+)

Heart - Emotions, feelings. Personality, bias. Passion, impulses, instincts. (Mind)

Martyn, I feel, is one of the most passionate members of the Life series in general. He basically has a casting type of being a protector/defender and has ever since 3rd Life, where he was Ren's right hand. His passion and his handle on his instincts in a skilled manner really portrays how Knights use their aspect as a weapon: Martyn fights with his whole being and soul behind what he believes in, and he protects anything he's passionate about defending with just a bit more oomph than anyone else could.

Of course, being a Knight, they feel as if they have some sort of deficiency in their aspect despite them just...not. His relationship with Cleo in Double Life could be a good example: his stubbornness to change his mind about his actions in session one being helpful is Heartish, but the inherent confusion that came with Cleo not immediately changing her mind is sort of Knightish. His increasingly desperate attempts to "get her back" (including that horrendous red...box) all the while trying to maintain that idea of him being in the right when it's becoming more and more obvious that he very much might not have been actually gives vibes of a Knight who's powering through his Knight Arc (or whatever) and putting his foot down and trusting his gut about the matter. And lo and behold, even while he was blatantly refusing to accept responsibility, he and Cleo still managed to become acquaintances faster than Scott and Pearl did.

Him managing to pull that off just shows how good of a handle on his aspect he has, especially when he absolutely refuses to waver on it like he may have done in the past. I think after the situation with Cleo, he would learn that he has his own agency to make his own decisions about who and what he wants to protect instead of only relying on others for it like in the past. That isn't to say he can't latch himself to people and groups like he did before—it is in his nature after all—but post-this arc, I belive he would realise that he's down to break away from those or start his own shit at any moment he wants.

Powers for a Knight of Heart most obviously includes soul weapons. He left his sword at home and forgot to put it back in his strife specibus Oh No He Didn't. That Is A Glowing Sword Come Out Of His Chest. It could change into any style of weapon he wants, and once it becomes easier to maintain, he could probably just make any necessary tools or weapons he can think of. Heart players have this silly ability to splinter, which is basically fracturing their soul to make manifestations of themselves. Eventually, Martyn could possibly be able to summon a shitton of those guys with all their own strengths and weaknesses and individual prowesses. He would probably get a really sick boost of strength when defending himself and his friends.

BONUS (SPRITES):

Mumbo - Prospit - Knight of Mind

Mumbo is sooo Knight-coded it's insane. Yes you little skroinkle bimble-doo you are so good at everything you set your mind to and you do it with ease but you will never acknowledge it will you. You are so silly and Knightish. (<- going insane. this is the last analysis i have to do.)

This isn't to say that Mumbo has low self-esteem or anything, he's just fucking brilliant and he really never seems to embrace it or say anything about it. The guy is smart, maybe not necessarily clever, but certainly smart, and he's decently rational when you compare him to the rest of the Hermits. He could probably out-logic anyone that decided to try and argue logic with him, but as soon as someone like Grian comes in with his nonsensical roundabout reasoning, I'd suspect that Mumbo would crumple like a tin can.

Unfortunately, for this type of Knight, I can't really say "HE PULLS A BLADE OUT OF XYZ," but I will say that he'd most likely have some sort of mind control/brainwashing nonsense he could implement in people. His brain would process things like a supercomputer, and while Mumbo seems like he would be a pretty passive player, if it came down to it in a fight, he'd be able to analyse the enemy's fighting style like fucking JARVIS or basically slow-mo an attack in his mind to figure out how to expertly dodge bullets.

Lizzie - Derse - Witch of Light

Light - Reality, awareness, perception, information, knowledge. Illumination, literal light. Luck, probability. (Void)

Okay to be completely real I don't have an in-depth explanation for this one with examples and everything you're just going to have to trust me alright.

Lizzie individually has the swag of both a Witch and a Light player, and together it forms a person who's as clever as they are vaguely ditzy. That is to say, she could outsmart your ass at any given time of day, but once the knowledge that would allow her to do that is deemed irrelevant, it's basically forgotten until an "oh shit, I forgot about that" moment happens.

Witches are generally friendly people that really enjoy messing around with their aspect towards the beginning of the game. As Light deals with knowledge and whatnot, this classpect implies dicking around with people (but not in a particularly malicious way, Unlike Some Other Light Players I Know) and knowledge and information, and having some sort of connection with light and manipulating attention. Bright pink hair and also fairy vibes, anyone?

Powers for a Witch of Light vary as much as the aspect does, but the first think I can think of is the fact that Lizzie can literally deal radiant damage. She could make lazerbeams of pure light or open up the colour spectrum to things Humans Shouldn't Be Able To See. She could also manipulate luck, which is hilarious—"hey, Lizzie, what are the chances of a comically oversized anvil dropping on this hoarde of imps in front of us rn?" "uh...id give it a good 100%" [CLANG]

Skizz - Derse - Knight of Blood

Blood - Unity, connection, interpersonal bonds. Commitment, attachment, obligation, promises. Responsibility, dependence. Inflexibility, material, tangible. Literal blood. (Breath)

I watched two hours of Skizz content (a few eps. of his Last Life POV) to formulate this so kindly forgive me if it is inaccurate.

In the context of Last Life (as that is basically the only frame of reference I have), he assigned himself to the position of leader of BEST and took it incredibly seriously, dedicating valuable time to setting up plans, maps, and failsafes for the team—i.e., the secret respawn room in the bunker. He prided himself on making sure the team was a completely well-oiled machine that would stay functioning and stay together no matter what happened.

It did happen once or twice where he'd pushed the team a little harder than necessary in a very "just in case," "this needs to be perfect" kind of way, especially considering the practice regarding the TNT cannon. There were also moments when a team leader probably would have been most fit to step up and help the members sort through something (especially regarding interpersonal ordeals) and he did little to nothing at all, sitting back and letting Bdubs or Etho take care of it.

Overcompensating for and underestimating their ability to handle their aspect is a very Knightish thing, and as had been made clear, he was a very team-oriented guy. I mean, the man was such a good leader that the BEST team even managed to fully maintain itself while he was red and actively against them, and only started falling apart after he fully lost all of his lives, and even while he was red, he said himself that he couldn't bring himself to really hurt his team—his brothers—and still wanted to see them succeed.

So many damn Blood players...why did I repeat the aspect that we know basically NOTHING ABOUT.

As Knights weaponise their aspect, Skizz having a similar thing to Martyn would make sense, except instead of being able to draw weapons from his soul like a goddamn Crystal Gem, he could manipulate his own blood to turn into cool weapons instead. Alternatively, if the mental image of giving yourself a wound to make a weapon isn't your cup of tea, I could also potentially see him getting a specific weapon based on who it is he's fighting alongside. Hemokinesis is an obvious one, which can be used in several versatile ways—from healing to straight up bloodbending.

Skizz is a sprite because the universe had to fucking NERF HIM

CONCLUSION

This session is fucking doomed.

There are two Thieves. Two Active Rage players. A Thief and a Prince in an alliance. A Bard of Blood. A Page of Doom that's probably cursed/virused to Doom whatever session he's a part of or something like that.

The members of the team that would probably benefit their more unstable participants are all sprites.

Yeah, no. They all die at the end.

Thank you for reading!

CREDITS

Scar's Class - @sincerely-unidentified

Bigb, Bdubs, Implulse, and Cleo's Classes - @caubool

Reading Homestuck and Dragging Me Back Into this Hellscape - @chrisrin

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years ago

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Why do you think so many people cling to the idea that Leona would be an asshole to his s/o? Like he would delight in beating up his partner and would be offended if his partner wanted a little bit of intimacy.

I know Leona is mean and he is very guarded but..still

He’s not that kinda character. Basically, why does the fandom have two very different versions of Leona?

I am going to be 1000% honest and say I'm pretty sure it's people being racist. Leona, someone who is based off a film that takes place in Africa, meaning he would be black. So people are vehemently characterizing him, the black housewarden, as an aggressive abuser? Hmmm...

Like you said, Leona is no saint, he's guarded and can be an asshole. But he isn't an aggressor. He's said time and time again that using brute force for a problem isn't his ideal, that he prefers to make a plan and out smart the opponents. When he found out some Savanaclaw students were going to gang up on and beat Jack up, Leona intervened. These are not the marks of an abuser. The only time I can think of him being over the top pissed (save for the Overblot, but everyone went off the rails leading up to their Overblots. So he isn't special in that regard.) was when the Mc meets him in the botanical garden. But the matter is let go once Ruggie shows up a moment later and it is forgotten. It ended up being all talk. The point I'm getting at is Leona doesn't get physical until it's needed, even with people he doesn't like. So him putting hands on his partner of all people doesn't make sense. In short Leona is a poc man who isn't some flawless saint, and thus will be villainized.

I think another part of it on some level is people being misogynistic. I see a good chunk female Leona fans putting him into the role of protector for girl!Yuus and xreaders. For example. Another thing about Leona as a character, that has been stated multiple times in game is in his culture, women are valued and respected, and him being raised in that culture, means Leona does too. Part of Leonas appeal ,to female fans specifically, is him actually giving a fuck about women, and I do think some asshats absolutely hate that. Because I've seen tik toks joking around about some of the boys being misguided, like they clearly took some bad "how to be more manly" type advice. Then look at the comments and it's stuff like, "He took advice from Leona" Are we talking about the same Leona? Because the one I know would hear you spouting that nonsense and think you're fucking idiot. People love to do the exact opposite of his characterization.

This all reminds when I was very into Pokemon SWSH. Raihan is my favorite character in that game. And I saw a good chunk of people really lean into the whole "feral dragon man" persona. If you haven't played the game, when the gym leader Raihan battles in the arena, he yells, he takes a wide stanch, he acts like the dragons he trains. And it's all an act for the cameras. Outside the gym he is friendly, takes care of historical artifacts, and likes taking pictures for his instagram. He is the most laidback guy in that game. And yet people really love to make his battle persona his only personality trait. Raihan is also a very tall dark skinned man. I can't help but side eye it all. Because none of that math checks out unless you add a racist bias to the equation.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst leona #racism mention #misogony mention

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shireentapestry · 2 years ago

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Happy New Year, Everyone!

This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I chose it to be about Matt Murdock 👉🏾👈🏾

Please do read it and comment on it, like it and support it. Thanks❤️

⚠️ Warnings: Some drunken abuse, a bit of beating (not mentioned), fluff, mention of alcohol, mention of kiss, new year's kiss, I guess that is it. Please let me know if I miss something.

A Momentous New Year's Eve!

It's intoxicating!

I didn't know it could feel this way until I stood at this spot. I lost the count of cups I had consumed of that inebriated drink. But it was the time of the year when people party and let themselves lose to the music, to the booze and maybe to some frivolous mistakes. Let's not talk about the mistakes because my life was already a mess. Partying with Columbia Law students as an outsider should be enough, for now, to think about anything else.

I might slightly be under the alcoholic influence, but one look at this black glasses guy made me sober in an instant. Could someone be this beautiful yet foolish at the same time? He was trying to perform tap dance. At least, that's what I could comprehend with my hazy mind while someone was trying to catch him in his miserable attempts. I didn't know that I was staring at him intensely when his friend looked at me once and said something in his ear.

Assuming that my party was over, I headed toward the door surreptitiously. Well, no one would mind anyway if I made my exit known to people. Moreover, my friend Stella, who studied at Columbia Law, could not be seen anywhere. And knowing her, she might be with her boyfriend and guessing their nature, both must be drowned in alcohol. Smiling at their childish behaviour, I looked at my watch, which stated 11:30 PM. Though not that late, but considering it was New Year's Eve, I should head home before some drunkard ruined my mood. I wore my coat and exited the door, ready to taste New York's winter air, but halted in my steps when somebody held my wrist a bit harshly.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" I couldn't comprehend whether he was a grown-up man or a college boy due to his drunk self. Besides, he was slurring.

"I saw you yesterday at the canteen with Stella. I wanna hangggg outtt with you."

"I am really sorry. I don't know you. Maybe we should talk tomorrow or the day after that. Sometimes later."

"Noooooo. I like you, and I want to kiss you. Right fucking now!!"

He wasn't leaving my wrist, and his grip was tightening with each passing second, which I was pretty sure would leave a mark.

"Listen, man, first of all, I don't know you, and second, leave my fucking hand! It HURTS!!"

I didn't know I was shouting until he winced and tried to cover his ears. He tugged my wrist and tried to kiss me.

As soon as I uttered a meek "no" the next moment, I saw him lying on the road, wincing in pain.

"The next time, when the lady says "NO" it means no, drunk or not. And I think you might have learned your lesson by now."

"Jesus, dude! I will not leave this matter here. Watch your back, Matt!"

"Sure, Brian. I can say the same to you."

"You fucking blind motherfucker!"

I might be a bit drunk, but that blind Matt guy (my apparent saviour) was throwing some awesome punches at Brian the asshole. I meant it was impossible for a blind man to do such things, but I could be imagining things too. God knows whatever was in New York's air. I was gawking at him intensely until someone cleared their throat.

"Oh, hi! I mean, I am sorry. I mean, thank you."

"Oh, it is okay. I mean, I am sorry you have to deal with that. But, you are safe. Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. I am. Pretty tipsy, a bruise on my wrist, but I'm okay. Thanks to you."

"I wish I could come here sooner." He whispered this to himself because it was nearly inaudible.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"No, nothing. I know it's not my place, but are you two guys dating or what? I might be out of line, but I've never seen you before."

"Did you just say "seen me before"?"

"Ohh, I meant heard you before on the campus or lingered around here."

"Uhm, I'm not a student here, came here on a friend's invite."

"A friend? I hope you didn't mean Brian?"

"Oh, no! I never saw Brian before the mhmm incident. I am here or was here with Stella. She is studying law here." And all this while he held my bruised wrist, trying to create soothing circles.

"Stella Cunningham?"

"Yeah! Do you know her?"

"Not exactly! I know her, but her boyfriend, Winston, is kind of my friend."

"That's great, I guess."

"So, would you mind if I ask your name?"

"Yeah, I mean no, I am Y/N."

"Y/N. You have a nice name. I am Matt, by the way." My name never sounded better. I might be too drunk for my own good at that moment.

"You have a nice name too. And I think I should leave before the street filled with drunkards, mobsters and whatnot!"

"Really? I think it's rude to leave the place before giving New Year's kiss."

"WHAT?"

"Hahahaha...just pulling your leg. They have started the New Year's countdown. That's all I am saying."

Should I be kissing a complete stranger who just saved me from an asshole in the middle of the street?

"Hey, Y/N! I was just kidding. No need to think about it."

"Yeah, I know."

And then everyone's voices started reverberating in the atmosphere. All the people had started the countdown - 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

And I kissed my saviour on the cheeks because I still needed two-three bottles worth of alcohol courage to kiss him on the lips.

"Happy New Year, Matt!" I nearly whispered this.

"Happy New Year, Y/N. Can I hug you?"

"Uh, I think, yes."

"Yes? Thank you."

And I never felt better before. It was heavenly. Could hugs always feel this magical, or was it the person that makes hugs better?

"Thank you, Matt, for saving me."

He did not say anything at the moment, just tightened his hold. As if he was telling me never to worry because he would always be there for me. And I never felt that safer in my entire life. I was at peace. Perhaps he was too.

Some years later...

"Are you serious, Matt?"

"No, I am not! I was trying to talk to you since the day Stella brought you on campus with her at Winston's welcoming party."

"OH MY GOD! I did not know that. I swear!"

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, trust me."

"Oh My God, Matthew, you are such an idiot! Why didn't you talk to me? I mean, we could have met earlier. In reality, we met at that horrible New Year's Eve party. May I remind you, it was two years after Winston's party!"

"But it's worth the wait."

"You are such a lovely idiot, Mathew Murdock."

"Only for you, Mrs Murdock."

"I love you, Matty. Too much."

"I love you too, Y/N. Way more than you can imagine."

All these years, I was thinking we met on that dreadful yet magical night. As it turns out, he is a sneaky man, who slipped his way into my heart with love, adoration, trust, and everything that comes with it.

And on this New Year's Eve, we are sitting together, drinking each others' company and hoping for peace and happiness in the upcoming years, forever and always.

With that thought in mind, I kissed him with all my love because I do not need alcohol's assistance anymore, and him kissing me back, pouring all his love fervently.

And this, right here, is our peace, our happiness, our celebration of togetherness.

@digwhatudug

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e1dritchjackal0pe · 2 years ago

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Random Corey Relationship Scenarios

Features some 18+ content, minor DNI. If you're under 18 just do everyone a favor and sit this one out

I wrote this out of the blue at 2:00 in the morning so the writing isn't my best. There also wasn't supposed to be any smut but the whore in me jumped out.

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🔪Despite belief I don't think Corey would be a huge horror movie fan. At least in the beginning, we're talking about before the Jeremy accident and pre-Michael Corey. He grew up in a very controlling household, and I doubt that Joan would let him watch a genre full of violence and (typically) sex.

I've seen someone else say that he's a sci-fi fan, and I second that. It's a genre that he was actually able to get away with, along with some action/comedy films. That being said, movie dates are pretty common for you two. And you've made it your mission to expose him to popular media and cult classics alike that he was never able to see. The Nightmare on Elm Street, It, Near Dark, Trick r' Treat, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, just to name a few.

There's been a couple times where he's accidentally thrown his body onto yours from an unexpected jump scare and he's always so embarrassed once he realizes what he's done. His face is flushed, avoiding your gaze while he stumbles over an apology. He blushes even more when you tell him how cute it is and that you don't mind. You'll keep him safe from the big bad monster.

🔪Quick stops to the gas station are always a must. Corey always reaches for a bottle of chocolate milk, and you usually grab a slushie and some random assortment of junk food for whatever movie marathon you're planning.

Until his bike, you drive the both of you there as a way to avoid people. But during the night, around 9:30 before the stores close and everyone in Haddonfield has returned home to sleep or are at the bar, you can walk to the station without the fear of running into a group of bullies or having some asshole in a lifted Chevy throw some piss hot big gulp at the pair of you.

🔪He's usually too shy to outright ask for PDA, but you can always tell when he's feeling particularly clingy or in need of affection by the way that he stares at you (not that he knows, if he knew how obvious he was he'd probably die of embarrassment) or hovers by your side. Always nearby, his pinky often brushing against yours but never grasping. It's up to you to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and basking in the way that his cheeks flush pink.

🔪He absolutely melts for neck kisses. He fantasizes about you leaving plum and cherry-colored marks across the expanse of his throat. You want nothing more than to deliver on that desire, but with the threat of his mother possibly discovering them, you make sure not to.

🔪Head scratches and playing with his hair immediately makes him relax. If he's lying on you while you do, be prepared to be stuck to that spot for a good while, cause he's not moving. And if you try to stop, he won't be able to help the low whine that leaves his pouty lips. He'll look at you with those warm puppy eyes and you'll be defenseless. You swear, he does it on purpose.

🔪He took you to the summer fair and refused to leave until he won you the massive pink koala stuffie that you wanted. That night is one of his favorite memories. Your relationship was still fresh and awkward but despite that he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to kiss you. Your car had risen to the top of the Ferris wheel, and you looked positively radiant. While you were busy gushing about how beautiful it looked from the height, Corey was debating on whether or not he should go in for the kiss. Ignoring the insecure voice shouting at him from the back of his head, he reached for yours, softly directing your face towards him so that he could connect your lips to his own. It was admittedly a little clumsy at first but soon the both of you found a rhythm and fell into a slow kiss. It was new and explorative, but it made your hearts race all the same. You tasted like the baby blue cotton candy you had earlier, like sugar and syrup. The both of you quickly got lost in your cliché kiss up top the Ferris wheel, only disconnecting so that you could breathe.

🔪Dates on the roof of Willie the Kids radio station. He started going there after the accident as a way to meditate. On particularly bad days when the citizens of Haddonfield are just impossible to escape and the conspiratorial whispers and dealing with his parents become too much to bear, he flees to the safety of his private safe space.

🔪He found it one night after a day of colorful comments and dark threats from the town residents, so he went on a walk. A last resort to blow off some steam and get away. The soft red on the tip of the radio tower blinked softly like a beacon in the night. He'd later on introduce you to his safe haven and it would become one of your main spots unless you both met at your house.

Snuggles are a must while the both of you talk and vent about your day. With you lounging in his warm embrace, listening to the low rasp of his voice or him cuddling into your chest, being lulled by the thrum of your heart, counting each precious beat.

You both talk about life outside of Haddonfield and what your shared future will be like once you finally escape its clutches.

(You may or may not have gone down on him a few times on that roof, while he clasps a hand over his mouth to make sure that his whines can't be heard. The quieter he tries to be the more you double down.)

🔪He suffers from nightmares. About the accident mostly. He jolts up in the middle of the night, a sheen of sweat covering his skin and a wild look in his eyes. He does his best not to wake you up too, but the times that he does you're always there with open arms and reassuring words in the hopes of guiding him back to sleep.

🔪Tucking his quivering form into your chest, running your hands up and down his back and running your fingers through his hair until he's calm enough to sleep. He always apologizes the morning after, and you do your best to assure him that you aren't mad at him. That it's not his fault and that you'll always be there for him.

🔪On the nights that he does risk staying over at your place late, you always try and make sure to wake up with him to properly say goodbye.

He used to try and slip out of bed without disturbing you, but he couldn't handle how disappointed you'd look the next time you'd see him. How you would tell him that you wished he woke you up before parting ways. Now he makes sure to rouse you from your sleep gently. He knows that despite how adamant you are about sending him off, you hate being up early and so, he cuddles you close and peppers every inch of your face with soft kisses until your eyes blink open and that gorgeous smile graces your lips.

🔪After a day of work there's nothing he adores more than showering together.It doesn't have to lead anywhere sexual, but there's something intimate about washing each other clean of the days grime.

As stated previously, he loves it when his hair is played with, when you wash his hair for him he falls in love all over again. Just letting himself relax while you massage the shampoo into his scalp. He'll lean into your body and tuck his face into the crook of your neck to breath in the scent of you. He likes washing you as well. Collecting a dollop of your body wash on the palm of his hand and working the solution across your skin until it forms suds, massaging you muscles and working out the kinks and nots that formed throughout the day.

🔪You're his personal nurse. Between the constant harassment from the Haddonfield population and the eventual killings, he's usually stumbling home with some new bruise or cut. You've learned to keep a first aid kit in your house since you've begun dating and to keep it stocked. You often find yourselves in the kitchen or bathroom while you stand over him, dabbing at whatever new scrape he's accumulated. You're always so gentle with him, making sure to ask him if you're hurting him and apologizing when you do. Holding him like he's made of glass. Like he might break if you're too rough. And honestly, he might just would. Because you own him, body and soul.

🔪Once he gets his bike, he's driving both of you everywhere. It offers a sense of freedom that he hasn't experienced yet. Sure, there was your car before, but he likes his bike because it's his. Plus, it gives him an excuse to have you hold onto him. Cruising around Haddonfield and evening joyrides are a frequent occurrence. It easily becomes one of your favorite things to do as well. Wrapping your arms securely around the plain of his body, molding your stomach to the heat of him while you speed down the open road. It's easy to get lost in the fantasy that the both of you are finally leaving this awful town. With the autumn air dewy with the scent of falling leaves and his cologne, you like to press your face into the crook of his neck and bask in the warmth of him and picture that the two of you driving past that shitty sign declaring the departure of Haddonfield's city limits.

🔪Sometimes when you're feeling bold, you'll remove your arms from around Corey so that you can spread them out into the air and pretend that you're flying while the bike roars down the empty strip of road. The first time you did this, you nearly gave Corey a heart attack. He insisted that you come up with a way to tell him when you were planning on doing it so that he can slow down to a safer speed. So now you have to tap him twice somewhere on his body as a heads up.

🔪There's a clearing on a low hill that overlooks Haddonfield that he likes to take you to. He parks his bike right in the center of it so that you can see the town from such a different perspective and the both of you are facing each other on the seat of the bike. And while you're busy looking at the cluster of lights down below he's admiring you with a heady lovestruck expression that you can't ignore. When your eyes finally flicker over to his your trapped in a trance. It's just you and him and suddenly you're both kissing.

🔪He often fantasizes about taking you on his bike, but he doubts that would pan out very great with the whole balance thing. While he may not be able to do the specifically, he has driven you somewhere private so that he could have you sit in front of him on the seat, your back pressed to his chest. He'll drape your legs over his so that he could use his own to keep you spread open. Dipping a hand underneath the band of your jeans to slip two fingers into the heat of you and rocking them against that delicious spot inside of you until you come on his fingers. Whispering praise and filth in your ear while you spasm and moan helplessly.

🔪He's always been protective and possessive, but after meeting Michael he now has the attitude to act on it. Wherever the two of you are out and about he's always touching in some way. Whether it's by holding your hand, an arm draped across your shoulder, a hand pressed against your lower back... You get the picture. It's his way of silently broadcasting that you're his.

With said jealous steak, if someone flirts with you he's scaring them way with a dark glare before pulling you into a searing kiss as a way to punctate the warning. Once the both of you are finally somewhere private he's backing you against the nearest wall or tossing you on the bed and he won't let up until you're nothing but a ball of quivering muscles that's too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence.

🔪He tried his best to keep his . . . hobby a secret from you. But between the late nights, the missing people, the frequent cuts and bruises (more than usual) you start to connect the dots. Albeit reluctantly. Who wants to admit that their boyfriend is a possible murderer?

You ignore the signs for as long as you can until you have no choice but to confront him about it. He's entire posture changes as soon as the questions start spilling out of your mouth, his body going rigid and tense. He dodges the interrogation for as long as he can until eventually you've back him into a corner, and he shouts out his confession. He expects you to run out of the house screaming, for you to start shoving him out of your house. Demand him to leave and never come back. But you don't do either of those things.

The entire situation just seals your fate. There's no getting rid of him now. It's you and him, ride until you die, forever.

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Together (Space Mark x GN Reader)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 Chapter 5 , more coming soon!

summary- Being captain of the ship was a job you enjoyed a lot. You didn't mind the busy work, or not being able to go home after a day of work. Though right now you did mind the work because it separated you and Mark. While being captain is a great job, it doesn't come without some dangers, and of course, with your luck danger appears at the worst possible time.

TWs- Major character Injuries (Multiple), NO character death, Minor character injuries, mentions of blood, doesn't go into much detail about injuries, mentions of anesthetic gas, anxiety, mentions of fear ( Nothing major, not detailed.), fainting, angst, hurt/comfort (Literally). Long ( 2,597 words) NO ONE DIES OR WILL DIE.

I wasn't planning on making it as angsty as I did, but I think I'll make up for it in the next chapter and with the hurt/comfort at the end. Also mad this long, about 2,500 words. Definitely has some fluff and goofs at the start though. The captain is a bit clumsy not me projecting, hope you all enjoy <3 please read TWs

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You followed Gunther to the ADS, your thoughts still on what was about to happen with Mark. Were you two seriously about to kiss, did he really like you? You questioned yourself. As your thoughts raged on Gunther stopped in front of the ADS and because you weren’t paying attention you smacked right into him.

With an oof you fell on your ass for the second time that day. Gunther turned to make sure you were okay,

“ You okay there cap’n?” he asked, offering you his hand. You cringed a bit at yourself for falling twice, but nodded.

“ Yeah, uh sorry about that Gunther.” you answered as he pulled you up. Gunther raised his eyebrows before asking,

“ Now cuse me if i’m being rude cap’n, but something on ya mind? Ya seemed a bit distracted.” , you blushed softly, so he hadn't seen what was about to happen. It’s not like it was a bad thing, it wasn't at all. You just thought, you and Mark should talk before anyone else finds out.

“ Oh nothing on my mind, just a bit tired. “ you replied walking into the ADS room. He followed behind you and said,

“ Ah, that happens to us all cap, I was just worried Mark might’ve said something to upset ya.” He put his hand on his hips, “ I don’t think that softy would ever do that though, he has a soft spot for ya cap.”

He started to type on the ADS computer, you were glad he wasn’t looking at you or he would see your surprised reaction.

“ Isn’t he nice to everyone though.” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed together.

Without looking away or hesitating Gunther answers,

“ Well Mark’s a nice person, but he isn’t always nice ya know. He can get annoyed pretty quick, I remember someone was tryna use his tablet without asking and boy oh boy did he get mad.” He waved a hand around, “ He doesn't really yell at people all that often, but when he does he can be scary at times. It's just he doesn't get annoyed by you or around you. “ He finished typing turning to face you.

“ You remember when Burt accidentally let the reactor heat up too much and he had to go in there to fix it” You nodded, “ Yeah well, if you weren’t there he would've been a real asshole bout it. Not like I blame em, i wouldve been pissed if I had to fix that mess.” he laughed, stepping to the side. You walked up and input your code,

“ I don’t know about the “ does not get annoyed around me" part, I've seen him and CC argue all the time.” you mumbled,

Gunther let out a chuckle, “ That we all have cap’n, but you haven’t seen him actually mad. Probably just wants you to have a good impression of him.” You nodded,

“Yeah, makes sense I guess.” you finished inputting your code, “ Okay, that should do it. If you need me just tell the computer.” He nodded,

“ Will do cap,” The door closed and you started to walk back to the bridge. You knew there was no way Mark would be done yet, but you wanted to be there when he was done.

As you walked into the empty bridge your stomach filled with butterflies. You knew it would only make the most logical sense that he returned your feelings considering what happened, but logic didn’t really play a part in your emotions.

Who would’ve thought the captain of a spaceship, a person who is responsible for the lives of so many people, would get so nervous about almost kissing someone. Well, not someone, Mark wasn’t just someone. He was your best friend and right hand. He was kind and always supported you, never getting annoyed or mad. He was amazing.

You leaned slightly on the monitor watching the door. Depending on how through CC was going to be It could be a while before he got back, and knowing her she would want to be through. You let out a sigh, normally you loved that about her, but right now you just wanted to talk to Mark. You turned to the monitor and did a bit of busy work.

After about an hour you bit your lip and crossed your arms, maybe you should go to cyro and see if he- if they need help.

You nodded to yourself and stood up. He wouldn’t mind right? Yeah of course he wouldn't mind, it’s Mark.

You walked towards the door, looking down at your tablet to see if anyone needed you first. As you walked through the door frame you ran into a stern chest, and for the 3rd time that day started to fall.

Though to your luck, this person reached out and grabbed you before you could fall. Even better than that, was the fact the person you ran into was Mark. You don’t think you’d want anyone to have their arm around your waist like he is.

You both blushed, and as your eyes met you let out a soft laugh. Mark soon joined, pulling you up and grabbing your hand. He led you into the empty bridge.

“ I’m so glad you caught me, I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I fell on my ass 3 times in one day.” you said to him, your hand in his. He raised an eyebrow,

“ Wait, 3? When did the second one happen?” he asked letting your hand go and moving towards his locker.You blushed,

“ Well I was walking behind Gunther and I wasn’t paying attention and ran straight into him.” you moved to stand beside Mark, “ And unlike you, he didn’t catch me.” Mark let out a soft chuckle and you lightly hit his shoulder,

“ It's not funny.” You said, he smiled and closed his locker. His hands free of his gloves and gauntlets and his overalls pulled down to his waist, showing off his white turtleneck, which he rolled the sleeves up.

“ I’m sorry captain, but It's just a tiny bit funny.” he said lightheartedly, you joined in laughing with him. As your laughs slowed to a stop you looked up to see a soft smile and blush on Mark’s face.

You got lost in his kind eyes, seeing that glimmer of what you hope to be love is there. You stepped a bit closer to him, so you could take his hand in yours again.

He smiled as you interwided your fingers with his. Both of your hands free of gloves.

“ You are so stunning, Captain. “ Mark complimented, you looked away from him feeling embarrassed. He stepped closer placing a hand on your cheek and gently moving your head to look at him, while saying,

“ no, no, please don’t hide that gorgeous face of yours. Look at me please.” Your eyes met his, you mumbled

“ How could I ever say no to you?” He chuckled lightly before answering,

“ Pretty easily actually. Not that I would want you to.” his features became more serious,

“ I wouldn’t ever want you to do something you didn't like,” he said. You knew what he meant, If you said so he would back off of you. You didn’t want that though, so you placed a hand over the hand that was cradling your face, leaning into his palm.

“ I don’t wanna say no, not to this.” You placed a kiss on his palm, “ Not to you.” Mark pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead,

“ I -” Mark started before the ship jolted and an alarm started. You guys were forced to the floor, Mark twisting so he would take the blow of the fall.

You got off Mark and kneeled next to him, with a worried look asking him,

“ Are you okay?” He nodded, slowly starting to get up. You stood up fully,

“ What’s going on Computer?” you asked, quickly ripping open your locker and slipping on your gloves and jacket as the computer responded,

“ A leak in Cyro, Celcionna is not responding. The leak in Cyro is over chilling the lines to the reactor.” you nodded, Mark finally up, pulling his overalls up. You looked over to Mark,

“ Grab your gloves and wrist computer and meet me at Cyro.” He nodded quickly going over to his locker, as you ran out of the room. Crew members were seen slowly getting up or injured. You frowned, you’d have to help them after you fixed cryo or everyone would be dead.

As you got to cyro you saw mist leaking from under the door, you stood in front of the door and attempted to open it.

“ Keypads frozen over, already called Gunther, Burt’s in the reactor keeping it stable. Keypad on Burts side is frozen as well” You heard Mark’s voice state walking up to you,

“ Is there another way we can open the door quickly?” you asked, Mark nodded and got on one knee opening up the frozen keypad. As he did that Gunther quickly arrived,

“ ADS is stable and working, called medical to start helping people.” You nodded,

“ Thank you, Now both of you when the door is open it's going to send a wave of snow, mist, and cold air our way, so we need to stand to the sides. I’ll go in and start fixing Cyro, Gunther grab CC, Mark go and help Burt keep the reactor stable.” They both nodded, and Mark looked up at you.

“ Ready when you are captain.” You nodded as you 3 stood off to the side. You yelled to the other few crew members to get to the side. When they did you nodded to Mark and he stood up and opened the door.

Burst of snow and wind plowed down the hallway. The cold bit at your face, teeth clenched as you held onto Mark's arm. Once the first gust of wind finished you ran into the room.

It looked like a blizzard in there and as you walked to the main control you spotted CC. She was lying next to the cryo pod. As you ripped open the control center you saw Gunther pick up CC and leave the frozen room. You got to work, the first thing you had to do was limit the CO2 supply, so you could fix the broken tube, which was luckily in the room. As you did that you saw Mark rush to open the door to the reactor, and quickly start helping Burt.

Even with your gloves and jacket on you felt your fingers go numb, you bit your lip. You had to get this done, you limited the CO2 and now you needed to patch the tube. You grabbed the emergency patch kit kept in the room and walked over to the leak. Even with the supply lowered it spurred out ice cold air. Your fingers were so numb they started to hurt, you couldn't feel your face or toes. As you went to grab the tube to steady it, the ship jolted again. Your body was thrusted right above the leak, you screamed and jumped back hitting your head on the control mantel. The cold air burning your neck and chest, You wish you would have closed your jacket. A thumping pain in your head not helping.

Your eyes started to get blurry as you attempted to stand up, you quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. You crawled over to the leak and got on your knees. You got to work patching the tube, a job much harder with numb fingers and probably a concussion. Though you were able to get the job done.

You let out a sigh of relief when the alarms shut off and the leaked air could no longer be seen, the room temperature rising to normal levels for cryo. You collapsed on your side and hugged yourself. You felt so cold, it hurt so much.

You heard Mark’s voice call out to you, not making out anything other than your name. You gently tried to raise yourself off of the ground, but failed with a groan. Quickly you felt Mark’s gloved hands on your body. You looked at him and found his face stricken with worry and fear as he looked you over. He yelled in panic at Burt to get a medic,

“Captain, can you hear me.” he asked, you nodded your head, immediately regretting your decision.

He gently held your cheeks, a panicked look on his face,

“ Don’t move your head captain, I’m gonna pick you up and get you outta here okay, try not to pass out on me.” he said gently placing his arms under you. You let out a small sound of approval, leaning into his warm body.

He picked you up making sure your head was upright and still as possible on his chest. He walked fast out of the Cyro, your head throbbing you let out a groan. He shussed you softly as he almost ran. As you entered medical, the medics met Mark at the door and started talking to him about something. All you could focus on was your pain and Mark.

Mark gently set you down on a cot as the medics started to do their work, it was all a blur to you. What wasn’t a blur was Mark trying to step back from the cot. With what little strength you had you grabbed his wrist. He looked at you in surprise and you whispered,

“ Please don’t leave me Mark.” tears brimmed your eyes, “ Please… Mark.” He looked at a medic and a quick conversation happened. He gently leaned down next to you as the medics pulled the privacy curtains closed around the cot. He pressed a kiss to your hand,

“ I’m not leaving captain, I promise.” He gently squeezed your hand.

“ I’m gonna be in that chair the entire time, I’m not going anywhere.” he said. You understood most of what he was saying, but held onto his hand.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead,

“ Baby please, The medics have to do their job. I promise on everything I have I will not leave you okay.” he spoke softly,so only you could hear.

You gently released his hand with a small barely a whisper of an “Okay.”

He once again placed a small kiss to your hand before dropping it and moving out of the way of the medics. He stood in front of a chair not too far away from the bed, but not in the way.

The medcis started to ask you things, which most you were able to slur a couple of answers to. Finally they put a mask on you telling you they were putting you under for stitches.

“Sitches?” you thought, why did you need those. Then it dawned on you, your dizziness , your head pain, and the blood patch on Mark’s chest, you had a head wound. You reached out for Mark and he quickly came to your side, holding your hand .

“ Mark, i, uh, i” you couldn’t think properly, but you had to tell him, but the gas was making it hard to think. Mark hushed you once again and said,

“ Save your energy baby, you can tell me when you wake up.” your vision started to go black as you were able to get out these last words,

“Mark… Love” you felt his grip on your hand as your vision went black, you were going to be okay. You knew it, Mark was beside you, and he would always protect you.

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