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arsenicxarcana · 3 years ago

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bestie that was 2 years ago amid the beginning of a major historical event and the resulting maladaptive hyperfixation

i was originally just gonna spitball but then i went and skimmed the whole fic so these comments are relatively chronological

also longue as fuck

i'm sorry to anyone "keep reading" doesn't work for

it was originally supposed to be a oneshot a la don't feed the animals and idle hands, it obviously didnt stay there

the ptsd flashback in ch 12 was written a lot earlier than you think and came up a lot earlier than i expected

that event is also fairly recent - after the priestess went fishing the devil spent the magic accumulated over lucio's stay in the realms to rip a hole through dimensions and get the fuck out

(we don't know how he managed to end up in vesuvia, maybe using lucio's intense I Want To Go Home feelings as a focus point)

he may have crawled out of the basement in the rowdy raven which means when barth says "i dont know where he came from" it doesn't JUST mean "that guys from out of town"

the devil spends most of the fic as this image:

lucio did once have a tab, if he were to pay it barth would be able to renovate the raven at least three times

any assets he may have had in vesuvia belong to nadia/the state, now, but he may have ferreted money away in other places during his conquesting years - not that he knows where it is, anymore

unbeknownst to either disaster boy, the coliseum is no longer standing - nadia had it knocked down to put a library there a while ago

lucio spent 3 years as a goat and 40+ years as a man, and yet in a pinch it's the goat that comes back

i was definitely going for a "what do you want?" "your soul" "a bagel" "noooo" "... two bagels" type deal here (cause the devil hungy:

A meat pasty, still warm.

Another bolt of red agony snapped through his skull, only fading after he was strangely compelled to lean up and grab another one.

canon didn't say he was good at swimming until way after i'd written him being hydrophobic, but in fairness you kinda become hydrophobic if you know the water is consistently full of murder

if arsenic had used the mask to track him, they still would have easily found him bc it would be using the devil's energy

the skulls are an important part of this family, Julian!

pushing a dislocated shoulder back into place is vaguely a callback to my ancient invader zim fic

bright gold magic is a signifier of the fool (you can see this in the golden chain representing his blood bond w/ mc in an earlier fic), arsenic's magic was green pre-resurrection

on a related note i let lucio have molten gold during his breakdown as a sort of nod to the "lucio is the fool" theory before i'd fully decided to reject it - maybe his magic is just like that

mazelinka's magic soup being "deep gold" was just me not being able to think of a good color, maybe arsenic made this one for them

the headaches pre-reveal are what happens when two consciousnesses try to occupy the same space without either of them being fully cognizant of it

after that it's mostly just the devil being a dick

lucio being a magical heat sink was my theory on why he's "magical deadweight" in canon despite having the blood of a powerful magician in his veins

(i haven't caught back up to his route so idk what their reasoning is)

the leeches did help!! the devil definitely monches one to get that power back and bc he has zero standards

my one regret about the bodysharing is that arsenic was too efficient in locking him up before i could do more Shenanigans with it

i don't actually know what the devil was yelling at them while they were getting the magic out, but it was probably some form of ancient swear

if lucio drew another card in the deck it would be the devil because thats how things work (unless ofc his card went missing when he broke out)

the devil means lucio, here - helping/trusting/taking care of him

"Not that. Helping me? Trusting me? Taking care of me??"

but he's thinking about both of them here

"I hurt you." His attention was on him again. "I will hurt you."

the devil absorbed the Sleep Magic so it was just hot soup he drank, and yes, he may have underestimated how hot fresh soup is on a mortal's tongue

he also gets to pretend to sleep, much like jules

the devil's initial reaction to jules' confession was kind of a kneejerk subconscious lucio, how would YOU respond to this, oh that bad, and so he switches tactics to how he knows one is Supposed to react

absolutely would've fucked like rabbits if he opened the door

this is still my fave part of his escape because pls imagine the devil tripping over himself, the center of gravity is Wrong and these legs are Wrong

In a fit of desperation he let himself pull back, leaning into that feeling of being moved by something else - he felt his hooves slip on the hardwood, spindly limbs supporting them twisting and crumbling beneath him, threatening to pitch him across the floor - stumbling and catching himself on a wall he couldn’t see, pulling himself forward again on human feet and a human mind.

he may have punted portia here

One managed to remain standing, and as they grabbed for him he changed tacks and leapt on top of them, using their body as a springboard to fling himself further along the deck.

and the devil's mask acting as a link to the Outside

For a moment his reflection shifted and disappeared into darkness, accompanied by muffled, worried voices.

“ --fetch me a goddamn lifeboat before my IDIOT FIANCE kills himself playing HERO-- ”

the mind palace flooding is what happens when you're hurtling across the ocean at mach 5 and the other personality is trying to take control so now you're fucking drowning

this is a big goddamn lie bc it's lucio that's coming out on top

“This vessel is growing weaker by the day, Julian. I don’t know how much longer he’ll last me.” The Devil sighed, examining his vessel’s claws in lieu of his own, expression contorted into a mockery of pity. “Sooner or later, he’ll fall apart. Slowly, painfully, piece by piece until nothing of him is left. Surely you don’t want to witness this?”

the healing scene was originally actually going to succeed, however, i realized that's kind of a stretch for the devil's magic

the priestess ofc has been hunting him for years, but the connection only got stronger recently - before, nadia wouldn't have seen or felt anything quite so vividly

the devil talking over nadia was inspired by venom talking over the doctor in venom 1

this part was originally amidst crying on the ground time

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Was he supposed to stick with the plan? He couldn’t face either of them now. If he found the boat, where was he supposed to go?

i considered having lucio grab his floppy ears instead, but lucio knows how animals work, you don't do that

He snarled and shifted his grip to one set of horns instead, yanking his head up towards him, almost eye to eye.

people on twitter would have seen me in process of writing this part

“I shall be a perfect gentleman.”

“No you won’t.” The former Count huffed.

except like this because of sleep deprivation

“I shall be a perfect gentleman.”

“No you shall'nt.” The former Count huffed.

i had also considered making the devil be Smol (not necessarily a baby) as a side effect of the bond, but went with the sick and dying look to go w/ lucio's death themes

if i was SMART i would have broken ch 19 up into more than one chapter because goddamn

i had "lucio saves the devil's life" thing in mind ever since "you owe me your miserable life" was said, though i'm p sure he would have been fine, but then again, he's half-mortal so

i'm still disappointed in myself for not doing more with the "lucio becomes more archetype, devil becomes more human" last unicorn concept

there's stuff i wanna say about ch 20 BUT i think i was gonna cover it in a wanf tale,,

i don't remember how i was originally going to resolve things, but Weaponized Friendship was not the 1st on the list

no i have no idea how asra convinced muriel to attend julian's wedding with a GODDAMN DEMON cameo but he's never going to any other wedding ever again

i'm still down for anyone wanting to rewrite or give me pointers on rewriting the wedding to be more jewish

obviously this fic predated the tale with nevivon, so i was thinking it was just A Sea Town, but this means at least half if not most of the non-vesuvian party guests were grandmas and they partied the fuck out

(another wanf tale will cover Actual Nevivon)

#the arcana #directors cut #we are not friends #we are not friends AU #writing #long post #spoilers #sort of

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blookmallow · 3 years ago

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hoouhgh i finally watched hereditary even though i knew it would upset me but i really, really liked midsommar and wanted to give it a shot but it Did, In Fact, Definitely Fucking Upset Me :’) im alright though im just like well! i am never watching That again

anyway it was. really interesting but i feel like i did not understand it at all. heres me trying to untangle some thoughts

- I don’t totally understand the significance of the dollhouse/miniature parallels. something something “a way to control her life/the things happening to her when she Can’t control them” annie is unable to express feelings, so she expresses them in her art (her miniatures) like charlie expresses through drawing

she makes models about her trauma, it seems to be how she processes them, she has models of her mother in hospice care, her mother like an apparition at the bedroom door, and then a graphic model of charlie’s death

- paint seems to be a significant symbol in some places. maybe... paint represents Emotion/grief? annie normally paints her models very, very delicately and carefully, cautiously controlling and keeping the strokes tiny and precise. she spills the paint before she goes to joan’s house for the first time - maybe a spilling of emotion, trauma pouring out in an uncontrolled mess, so it serves as the catalyst for her deciding she needs help (or, if you go with the “everything was predetermined” concept, she spilled the paint specifically to point her to the paper so she would call joan, i guess)

in her sleepwalking state in the past, annie covered herself and her children with paint thinner as a flame accelerant - something to make emotions lesser, to water them down, ultimately to destroy them?

then when she runs into joan again (another Probably Not Coincidence) it’s as she’s coming out of the craft store (possibly, buying more paint, possibly even replacing the spilled paint with something else)

- flame is an obvious important symbol too: charlie sees her grandmother engulfed in flame, her parents are constantly concerned that she’ll freeze because she sleeps in the tree house without heaters and goes out without a coat (possibly she doesn’t feel the cold because of. hell. i dont know) the seance rituals start with a candle flame, dumping water on annie stops the possession

annie slept in the tree house surrounded in heaters, she did feel the cold and tried to protect herself from it, and she thought she was the link to whatever was terrorizing her family but instead of killing her, burning the sketchbook killed her husband instead, so i think that might be implying that annie is not in fact what’s actually causing all of this. im guessing the book burned her at first to stop her from destroying it - as charlie is really the cause, and probably needs it - and then burned the. father whose name i have forgotten instead of her out of spite or to send a “this isn’t about you, and you cannot stop me” message

- i think the death of the pigeon may have been what awakened something in charlie, she cuts off its head and draws the severed head with a crown, both foreshadowing what is about to happen to her, and that she. i guess, is actually. hell royalty. or whatever the fuck that was

she mentions her grandmother wanted her to be a boy, but since peter was born first, i dont understand why this... demon thing passed on to charlie, the second child, instead of the firstborn, who was a boy, which is apparently the demon’s preference. maybe something to do with the fact that annie did not want him and actively tried to miscarry him fucked up the. whatever it is that causes the rebirth

I really just don’t buy that charlie was always a hell demon and never loved anyone in her family? it seems like it took her over or awakened in her as time went on, annie mentions her mother had DID so it’s possible that charlie and. whatever the demon’s name is are in fact two different entities that both lived within charlie (most likely when the grandmother died, it moved to charlie because of the connection charlie had with her. still dont know why charlie was the one groomed into this rather than peter, though)

- there’s a lot of passively Wanting To Die or seeing the inevitability of death; charlie wandered off, slept in the cold, didn’t bring a coat, didn’t bring her epi pen, wasn’t careful about nuts, possibly Knew or at least subconsciously knew that body, that self, was necessarily going to die, and didn’t ultimately matter. she asks her mother “who will take care of me when you die” and weirdly instead of saying something like “don’t worry, I won’t die for a long time” or something reassuring, annie just says “well, then your father will, or peter” almost implying somewhere subconsciously she knows she’s going to die too

when charlie died, annie in her grief screamed that she wanted to die too. her unconscious self tried to kill her children and herself before, and may have tried to strangle peter (it’s unclear if that actually happened or if it was the demon and peter thought it was his mother or if it was a hallucination/nightmare altogether) and she actively tried to miscarry to prevent peter from being born in the first place

im not sure what exactly that means. could be that annie subconsciously could feel the trauma and tragedy that was, inevitably, coming for her and her family and was trying to kill them all to save them from it (but was horrified on realizing this, as she didn’t consciously know this) but her attempts always failed because the demon stopped her from denying fate

- it’s very odd to me that the father is never included in these incidents, though. we see almost nothing of his own emotional self or grief. the demon never affects him at all until the moment of his death and even then it feels like he was only killed to hurt annie and peter

we see his anger, but it comes out like annoyance rather than grief, we don’t see him break down until way, way later when he’s alone in a car with his unconscious son (he makes a sudden stop, and. nothing happens, but it’s possible something in the physical act of... almost getting in an accident, almost having That Happen Again, himself, might have snapped something in him)

then they come home, and annie goes from relief that her husband in the front seat is okay, to immediate panic realizing, once again, her child is unresponsive in the back seat with a head injury (though obviously way less severe. he uh. he still had a head)

so. parallels. i lost where i was going with that thought. the demon doesn’t seem interested in the father at all and he seems to be completely emotionally disconnected from his family and his life and im not sure what purpose that serves

- on predestination: charlie’s treehouse may have always been a cult temple (then, did sleeping there affect her spiritually/mentally, or did she want to sleep there because the demon was already in her?)

we don’t know the extent of joan’s involvement in their lives. she knew annie’s mother, so she’s been involved The Whole Goddamn Time, but we don’t know how far that influence goes. she could have had a hand in putting the nuts in the cake somehow (knew someone there, recommended the recipe, something). peter swerves because there was a dead animal in the road - joan and/or the other cultists could have put it there. joan probably was waiting for annie at the grief counseling group and could have followed her to the craft store to stage an “incidental” meet up (annie is the one who notices her and calls out to her, but she could have just been making herself visible expecting that she would probably see her - if she keeps showing up places and reaching out to her first, annie might become suspicious that she’s doing it on purpose)

she gives annie the means to talk to her daughter’s spirit, knowing that she’s broken and desperate and will likely do it (probably knowing she’s a medium already, too), knowing that this will make contact with the demon (the incantation she gives her is probably specifically for that purpose - since annie can’t read the language, she wouldn’t know this. the moral here is don’t read weird ancient latin texts out loud) , and knowing that annie will then blame herself for what she perceives is what she’s done to her family - when really, it was the plan all along

anyway. uh. that sure was a lot

#liveblog general #media analysis

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craby-bouquet · 5 years ago

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잠자리 - 2.2 : Roscid

I’m half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.— Lady Gaga

~ Part 2 ~

Kwon Soonyoung x Female reader

Fantasy!AU, Romantic Comedy, Royal!AU

4k words

Masterlist | Seventeen masterlist | 잠자리 masterlist

1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 3.1

Before you were even standing, Soonyoung offered you his hand. He was, of course, already standing. He never even fell on the ground to begin with, just landed on his feet.

"You're fast." You noticed.

He shrugged "I've done it before."

You took his hand and let him pull you up with ease. You looked around, you seemed to be in a garden. Huge hedges surrounded you, filled with fruits and flowers you'd never seen before. Right before you, towering over the hedge, was a huge, beautiful, fairytale castle. There were plants, with beautiful flowers, growing up the walls and it all in all just looked magical.

Soonyoung saw you stare at it with your mouth open, and chuckled "Wonderful, isn't it?"

"Master Soonyoung," this was the first time the guy with bat wings spoke, his voice was the absolute opposite of what you had expected, "his highness king Oberon, asked me to bring her luggage up to her room as soon as we arrived."

Soonyoung smiled at him "Go."

The man bowed at him, then he bowed to you before hurrying off.

You frowned at his figure running off.

"We have a little more time to let you take everything in at your own pace. I'm sure Oberon expects us soon, but I take it you'll need some time."

"I can't believe how beautiful this all is." You responded breathlessly, "I'd love to explore everything with you some time, but I think it's time I meet my father."

Soonyoung grinned, and nodded "Alright. Let's go then."

The part of the huge garden you walked through was magnificent, there were so many plants you had never seen before, so many colors you wouldn't usually see. A purple tree, with bright blue fruits and tiny white flowers. Flowers and mushrooms that seemed big enough to sit on. And the castle in the background just completed it all. You almost couldn't believe this was real.

On the steps leading up to the castle doors were multiple guards, they didn't even turn their heads at either of you, just kept looking forward. They reminded you of the videos you saw from the guards in London, those that dont show any form of emotion whatsoever. They were dressed differently though, exactly the kind of outfits you'd expect from a fairytale kingdom.

The two guards at the top pushed open the big doors so the two of you could walk through the, on the of het side stood a young looking man. He had curly red hair, and a mischievous looking face with freckles.

He smiled brightly at you before bowing deeply "My princess, it is an honour to meet you."

You weren't sure how to react to that, the bowing and formality kind of overwhelmed you "...Thanks."

The red headed guy turned his smiling face to Soonyoung "Soonyoung, it's great to see you again."

Soonyoung smiled back "Sure is, Puck. Last time I was here you were away for business I believe."

The guy, apparently called Puck, laughed loudly "When they told me you were coming, I had to flee away, as you might understand."

"Very understandable." Soonyoung forced a straight face, before bursting into laughter himself.

The guy named Puck turned back to you, his expression turned serious "My princess, we are delighted to finally meet you. You are quite the secret, and no one should know you even exist. So obviously the whole castle knows of your arrival today." He winked, "I am Robin Goodfellow, head butler, and basically right hand of Oberon. You may call me Puck." He bowed deeply once more.

You bowed your head in return.

"Oberon is so excited to meet you. He's been ordering us around, to make everything perfect, all day. He's waiting for you, my princess, so if you're ready…"

You nodded "I am." At least, you thought you were. You were never going to be 100% ready, so you just decided to go for it.

Puck nodded, and gestured you to walk after him as he walked through the long hall. As you got closer to the door at the end of the hall, something suddenly flew past your head, making your hair wave in the wind. The only thing you could see were trails of sparkles, filling the air.

They stopped flying near Puck's ear, and you could clearly see tiny females. They weren't bigger than your hand, had beautiful wings which were fluttering in a way so they would float in the air, and they seemed to say something to Puck.

"Right," Puck answered them, "I was aware of that yes. Just make sure she doesn't get closer. Oberon's orders, are Oberon's orders and we wouldn't want to ignore those, would we?"

"Of course not Robin Goodfellow!" You heard a tiny, high pitched voice yell, "But her majesty is quite scary."

Puck nodded, a shiver going down his back "I know. But we must listen to the king."

The little fairies nodded, and briefly turned to you before hurrying away.

Puck smiled at you, and bowed "My apologies, highness, fairies can be… tiresome."

You smiled, not knowing how to respond.

As you arrived to the big doors at the end of the hall, Puck clapped his hands twice, and the doors opened. You wanted to walk after him, into the big room leading to Oberon, but Soonyoung grabbed your arm and shook his head, to tell you not to walk in, before you could.

“Your highness,” you heard Puck say loudly, “after years upon years of waiting, I finally present to you,”

Soonyoung let go of your arm, and started walking inside of the room, you followed him.

“Your, lovely, daughter.”

The room you walked into seemed like a big garden on the inside of a room, there were different kinds of plants everywhere, beautifully kept up by the gardeners that were walking around even now. The throne itself was made out of the roots of a big tree that made up the ceiling of the room.

On top of the throne sat a man, he stood up as soon as you walked through the door. He was tall and very handsome, his face seemed scalped by the ancient greeks, soft yet with sharp features. You saw resemblances between you and him, you’d always looked a lot like your mother, but there definitely were things about him that you recognised in yourself.

Soonyoung went down a knee to bow before the man, you followed his lead and bowed down as well. After a few seconds of looking at the floor breathlessly, you carefully tilted your head to look up at oberon. He looked speechless, walking up to you slowly. Before taking your chin in his hand gently, and gesturing you to get up.

“My daughter doesn’t bow to me…” his voice was deep, soft and cracked because of his emotion. His eyes watered as he cupped your cheeks, “My daughter, my beautiful daughter… You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

You smiled at him, getting quite emotional yourself. You hadn’t thought too much about it before this moment, it never really hit you that you would meet your father. You had known you would, of course, but this, seeing him so close by, knowing who he was and what he looked like you couldn’t help but get overwhelmed by feelings.

“It’s… nice to meet you.” is what you managed to say, not making a lot of sound.

He smiled, and laughed “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

After the emotional meeting with king Oberon, you moved to a different room. It reminded you of a living room, just dramatically bigger. It had comfortable couches which all of you sat down on, and a few guards whom were standing at the entrances. There were a few maids who brought you tea and snacks you had never seen before, but Soonyoung assured you you could eat.

Puck had left all of you to help out in the kitchen, but it felt like he wasn’t being honest about that. None of your business, of course. So it was just you, Soonyoung and Oberon.

Oberon and you sat down, but Soonyoung stood behind the couch you sat down on. You frowned up at him, but he didn’t even look at you, just looked straight ahead.

Oberon sighed, clearly unsure how to break the silence that grew over you two.

“So, how are you liking Tír na nÒg?”

You nodded as you swallowed a sip of tea “It’s definitely… different. I haven’t seen a lot of it yet, but I’ve liked what I’ve seen so far… so…”

He nodded with smile on his face, “I’m glad. I’ll show you more tomorrow, we sadly don’t have enough time for now. You must be exhausted from your journey.”

You had to admit you did feel a little tired, but that was probably because of everything that happened today. It had been weird and exhausting.

Soonyoung cleared his throat to indicate he wanted to say something, Oberon nodded to tell him he could speak.

“With all due respect, highness, I think it might not be best for you to show her around. We don’t want anyone to know who she is, right?”

You wanted to ask what Soonyoung meant, but decided now wasn’t the time.

Oberon hung his head “I’m aware, yes. It wouldn’t be a smart move. It’s just that I want to spend as much time with her as I possibly can.”

“And you will,” Soonyoung smiled patiently, “she’ll be here for a while, you have plenty of time together.”

Oberon nodded “Yeah, I know. I will just show her around the castle, and then you could show her around our land.”

Soonyoung smiled widely “As you wish.”

It was quiet for a while after that, Oberon just looked at you, smiling fondly. You wanted to break the awkward silence, but didn’t know how, and you seemed to be the only one to find it awkward anyway.

“So, I heard some fairies talking about her highness, and I assumed they meant you wife, Titania?” You hadn’t planned on bringing that up, but it was the only thing you could think of in this moment.

Oberon sighed, his face suddenly looked tired “I told them to keep her away. You see, my wife is… unpredictable… and I don’t know how she would react to you. So I decided it would be better if she wasn’t here. But don’t worry, you’ll meet her soon enough. Just not without me present.”

You could totally understand why Titania wouldn’t like you. You were her husbands daughter, from another woman, not the best position to be in if you wanted her to like you. You were curious about her however. Why did the fairies seem so terrified? She couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I see you finished your tea, it’s getting late and you must be tired, I will show you your room.” Oberon stood up and offered you his slender hand.

You took it, grateful that you weren’t the one calling an end to this meeting. You wanted to get a good night’s sleep before continuing, you were too tired to continue.

You walked through the long halls, talking about all kinds of things. Soonyoung and another guard followed you closely. It didn’t take long for you to figure out you and Oberon had a lot in common. And that was an amazing feeling.

“Here we go. I made sure the staff cleaned it properly before you would arrive.” he opened a big door, which led into the most beautiful room you had ever seen. It was huge, complete with couches, an enormous bed, a big walk-in closet and a spacious bathroom. It felt like a big apartment.

Just like in the throne room, there were plants everywhere. And not in pots or vases or anything. just growing all over the walls, ceiling and, in some places even over the floor. The most gorgeous flowers everywhere. It was everything you ever dreamt of and more, the kind of room a little girl would fantasize about.

“I hope it’s to your liking…” Oberon snapped you from your thoughts, you hadn’t even realised you had walked into the room to look around at everything easier.

You nodded “It’s great.”

“Good. Soonyoung, I’ll show you your room, too.”

You walked after them as they continued walking. You wanted to know where Soonyoung’s room was, too. In case you needed him for something.

“I made sure to get you a room close to the princess, so you can still keep an eye on her.”

Soonyoung nodded understandibly.

You were glad they both thought that, after all, you needed a friend in this strange place.

They stopped at the end of the hall, only a few doors away from your room, to open one of the doors. His room was less big, but still big enough to be a proper apartment.

Soonyoung bowed to the king, “Thank you, your highness.”

Oberon smiled, “Of course, you’ve done well so far.” he turned to you, “I’ll leave you both to rest. There are clothes in your closet, don’t hesitate to wear some of them tomorrow. I’ll see you both at breakfast. Goodnight.” He walked off without waiting on a reaction.

Suddenly you and Soonyoung were the only ones left in the long hall, and you had no idea what to say or do. You hadn’t processed anything that happened in the past few hours, and somewhere deep down you knew you could wake up any moment.

“Well…” Soonyoung started, a big, clumsy smile on his face, “What do you think? -of your father I mean.”

You sighed, not knowing what to say, “I’m not sure. I don’t think I can judge that yet.”

Soonyoung nodded understandingly “I get that, I just hope you know he’s just as nervous as you are.”

You nodded. You did know that, it seemed obvious. In your head kings were more confident, more… well-spoken. You figured he was just nervous, and that’s why everything seemed kind of awkward and weird. It would get better over time.

“Well,” Soonyoung sighed, still smiling “you should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before he could walk into his room, you took his arm to stop him. He turned around to see what you wanted, only to find you looking at the ground.

He gently rested his hand on you shoulder “Are you okay? Anything you need?”

You took a deep breath before you managed to gather the courage to look up at him, his eyes stood concerned.

“I… I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay with me?” Something about your room felt… off. You hadn’t thought much off it before, but now that you had seen Soonyoung’s room, something was different for sure. It could be nothing, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of it.

Soonyoung, to your relieve, smiled gently, cupping your face with his hand and looking you into your eyes “Of course. Let’s hang out in your room together.”

The only reason why you and Soonyoung were apart for a little while was, hours after you went to your room to talk, you both decided to put on pyjamas to both be a little more comfortable. For a moment, everything felt like normal. the conversations you had were like they always were and always had been, about everything and nothing, not awkward or weird or different because of your current situation. It felt like everything was normal again. You were both sitting on you bed, you leaned into him as he stroked your hair. You had no idea what time it was, or how time even worked here. But you were clearly both tired. Your voices had become slower, deeper and softer, every movement took twice as long as usual, and you were warm like one only is when they’re comfortable and tired.

Soonyoung cleared his throat and sat up “I should probably go to my own room.”

You once again held on to his arm, but you were too afraid to beg him to stay. You suddenly over thought it. Was it weird that you didn’t want him to leave? That you didn’t feel safe without him around? What if it would give him the wrong idea and make everything awkward?

“You don’t want me to leave?” He whispered.

You shook your head “I… I don’t feel comfortable. Something just feels off here.”

Soonyoung shrugged “I don’t feel anything weird.”

The look in your eyes made him sigh and smile sweetly “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

You smiled sweetly, thankfully “Thank you.”

You woke up by the sound of someone knocking on your door. You were sure it was your mother, coming to tell you you overslept and had to get your ass out of bed. You sighed, still half asleep and pretended to not hear her.

It was then you realized, you weren't home, and that couldn't be your mom.

"Your highness? I'm coming in." A sweet voice said before the door opened.

Suddenly you were wide awake, your eyes shot open and you wanted to sit up, but Soonyoung's arms around you prevented you from moving. He was still fast asleep, in your bed, in your room… with him arms around you and your head laying on his chest. Oh no.

You turned your eyes to the maid who just walked in. See looked at the two of you kind of shocked, but then got herself together and continued walking to the table.

“You breakfast, highness. The king told us to give you a bunch of things so you could figure out what you like and what you don’t. Seeing as you’re new.” she smiled sweetly, but you could see it was fake, she was confused about Soonyoung being here for sure.

You poked Soonyoung, only making him groan and pull you closer.

“Dude!” you whispered, before fake smiling to the maid again, kind of panicking. You kept poking Soonyoung until he started to wake up. Once his eyes semi-opened and he saw you, he smiled.

“Morning...”

You shifted your eyes to the maid to let him know what was going. He clearly hadn’t noticed her before then, seeing as his eyes grew a bit wider.

“...princess. Goodmorning princess.” He didn’t let go of you however.

“Master Soonyoung, should I bring your breakfast in here or should I bring it to your room?” the maid asked.

Soonyoung smiled “Here is fine, thanks.”

She nodded before walking out of the room again.

You pushed against his chest so he had to let you go “Dude! You were supposed to leave after I fell asleep. Remember?”

He yawned and scratched his head unbothered “I guess I fell asleep.”

“You have to leave before anyone sees you.”

He frowned, suppressing a smile “I think it’s a little late for that… And I can’t leave anyway, because my breakfast will be here.”

At that moment the maid walked in once again, a tray with her once again “Anything else you need, highness?”

You shook your head “No, thank you.”

Soonyoung sat up “One thing. Weren’t we supposed to have breakfast with king Oberon?”

The maid nodded, “That’s right. He couldn’t make it, something came up. He’d like to have lunch instead.”

“Ah, alright. Thank you.”

She bowed, and left the room.

You had forgotten all about breakfast with Oberon, but now that you were reminded of it, and got told it was cancelled, you actually felt kind of disappointed. You wanted to come here with zero expectations, but that turned out to be harder than it sounded. He already flaked on you.

“Does he do that often?” You quietly asked Soonyoung.

“Cancel plans? Not really. Only when it’s really important.”

But what could be more important than his own long lost daughter? You shook your head to get back to reality. You shouldn’t worry about all this. He didn’t owe you anything and he definitely didn’t have to reach upto your expectations. You already had a father at home. Granted he was kinda lame, but he was there. Always.

“Do you think she’ll tell him?” You asked Soonyoung.

He raised his eyebrows, “About us waking up together? Probably.”

You sighed, trying to hold back the wave of panic that suddenly wanted to flood your body “Will he be... angry?”

Soonyoung laughed “At you? Nah. He wants to make a good impression so he definitely wouldn’t get mad at you.”

You nodded and waited a little while before asking your next question, “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m screwed.” He laughed louder, “But don’t worry, I’m good at talking. I’ll just bullshit my way out of it.”

That made you laugh a little “You do talk a lot of crap.”

He tried to look offended, but couldn’t control his laughter “Let’s eat now, your highness.”

You swung your arm at him to playfully hit him, but he was to fast and stood laughing before you could actually hit him. So you got up too and chased him around your room, until you were out of breath and dramatically fell on the ground laughing.

With his foot, he pinched your leg “Yo. Yo. Get up.”

You put your arm over your eyes and tried to suppress your smile “No. Just leave me here, continue without me.”

He shrugged en skipped over to his breakfast without looking back at you. You laughed as you got up anyway.

“You’re mean. Leaving me there to die.”

He already stuffed his mouth with food “You told me to, princess.”

You visibly cringed at that word, making him laugh even more.

“They really did get you a lot.” He exclaimed sighing, as he looked at the tray the maid had brought in for you.

It was filled with all kinds of food you didn’t know, probably things from this world. You weren’t sure what you would like and what not, and you were hesitant to try anything. You literally turned your nose up at it.

Soonyoung clearly noticed seeing as he started laughing at you again “You look disgusted.”

“I am disgusted. What is all this?”

He shrugged “Food.”

“Ha, ha. You’re so clever.” you spat back at him, making him laugh all the more.

“This is some slow cooked mandrake, you’ll surely like that I think. Uhm, this is qirrorind bread, the castle’s cook his specialty. You should try it, it’s basically just bread. Only it’s tastier, in my professional opinion.” he pointed at the different types of food on your plate, “That’s, eh, roc split. I’m not sure you’ll like that, but you should definitely try. And this is prekkibana, you’ll love that. Pegasus pudding, don’t worry there’s no real pegasis in there. I don’t think you’d like that though…”

As he continued explaining, and telling you what you would and wouldn’t like, it suddenly dawned on you that he knew you through and through, better than anyone. And you knew he was right about everything. About what you liked, what you didn’t like. Even without tasting it.

“Thank you. What’s your favorite?” You asked him, eager to try what he liked.

He chuckled “This one. Lance lovebird, it’s like cake, but super fluffy. It’s not the healthiest of thing, but you know me. I like my sweets.”

You picked up what he just pointed at and took a little bite. It really was like a fluffy cake, in the best way possible. Sweet, but not too sweet, and a delicious taste you couldn’t describe.

Soonyoung probably saw you enjoying it, a big smile on his face “It’s like what you would imagine a rainbow to taste like, right?”

His childish description made you laugh, but you nodded “It’s really good.”

He bumped his shoulder against yours “I have good taste. I am an expert after all.”

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the-angry-pixie · 4 years ago

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Just a buttload of questions

I was tagged by the lovely @jessiohhh. Thank you chickadee. Took me forever to finish, but I got there. :D

Apparently this is to help you get to know your tumblr peeps better.

Gonna put most of these under a cut to save y’alls dashes.

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? I guess if I had to choose it would be black. I don’t know why. A good black ballpoint is a lovely thing to have.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? Depends what stage of my life I am in. I want to retire to the country but otherwise wanna live in the city.

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? To sew and make clothes. Gosh how different my life (and my wardrobe) would be if I could fix clothes, alter clothes, MAKE clothes. I want this skill so much!

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Don’t drink coffee. My tea has half a sugar. I worked my way all the way down from two sugars and I’m proud. :)

5. What was your favourite book as a child? My Dad used to read me Enid Blyton books when I was little. My favourite series was probably The Naughtiest Girl in the School series.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Definitely showers. I want to like baths, but whenever I take one I just feel sweaty and gross.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? A fairy. I’ve been obsessed with fairies since I was little.

8. Paper or electronic books? Probably electronic books. Easier to read and travel.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Gosh I don’t know. I literally sat here thinking about it for a couple of minutes and I can’t pick a favourite. I guess by default it falls to the item that I wear the MOST which would be my black combat boots. I wear them almost constantly.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? Nah I tend to think Laura is a bit boring. I like my middle name Eileen though.

11. Who is a mentor to you? I’m kind of without one at the moment. Thats just the situation my current life is in right now.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? I would like to be “Author Famous”. Like have soooooo much money, and dedicated fans who like my work. But nobody recognises me in the street.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? Yes.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? No, not in the conventional sense.

15. Which element best represents you? I wish I was earth but I would say probably water. Can be dangerous or calm. Flexible.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? Hmmm I feel bad that I’m not closer to my godson. But ya see, he’s an annoying lil shit. At least the stage he’s going through right now is really obnoxious. So spending time with him is just... not fun.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? All my Canada friends.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. I’ve talked about early childhood memories on here a lot. I don’t want to repeat a story so lemme think a moment..... I remember being obsessed with pressing buttons when I was younger. I mean, most kids are. But you see my family lived on a dairy farm, and in the dairy where we milked the cows and stored the milk there was like... a WALL OF BUTTONS. And levers, and switches and other doo-dads. And like... I just wanted to press them all. But I wasn’t allowed. Obviously. Only at certain times during the day would my father call me over and lift me up so I could press one particular button. So yeah, I remember that. “Helping” my Dad in the dairy and being excited whenever I got to press the buttons. I never even got old enough to learn what the buttons did before we moved off our farm. :(

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Hmmm, probably escargot. Snails. They were delicious.

20. What are you most thankful for? My newborn nephew.

21. Do you like spicy food? Yes. But spicy food does not like me.

22. Have you ever met someone famous? Yeah last year I was working on a feature film that had a Disney starlet working on it.

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? No way. Too hard. The only time I keep journals is for really important stuff that needs documentation. Like a medical journal when I’m sick. Or an anxiety journal when my GAD gets real bad.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? Pen I guess.

25. What is your star sign? Libra

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? Bit of both. If you can get a mouthful with both then thats like... bliss.

27. What would you want your legacy to be? Do I need to want it to be anything? Cause I don’t. Like I don’t really care all that much. Maybe I will later in life.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? I dont think its accurate to say I like reading when I literally never do it anymore. Except for fanfic. I listen to audiobooks a bit. I just finished listening to The Stand by Stephen King.

29. How do you show someone you love them? Cuddles, I’m a cuddler.

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Yes.

31. What are you afraid of? Wasted potential and never really getting where I want to get.

32. What is your favourite scent? That smell after a sun shower. Everything is wet and the sun is making it evaporate into the atmosphere. Love that smell.

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? Not to be cheeky but like, context is a thing. Depends on the context.

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? Not terribly different. I would still work. I guess I would travel a lot more. Since that is something that I would love to do but can’t because I don’t have the funds.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Theyre both the same level of scary to me. Yes, I suffer from an irrational fear of pool sharks. So I guess I would go ocean because at least with the ocean you have the surf waves to make it fun.

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? Look around to see if someone had dropped it, then if there was no one, pocket it.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Yes. Last time I went camping there was a meteor shower. Wait, do they count as shooting stars? If not then no.

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? Compassion.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I want to get a bunch of babies-breath flowers tattooed in the middle of my back. Its so specific because I plan my tattoos for a long time before I get them.

40. What can you hear now? The fish tank filter at my brothers house.

41. Where do you feel the safest? In my bedroom. In my bed. Laptop and phone and kitty nearby.

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My fear of relationships and emotional intimacy.

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? I honestly don’t know. There are a lot of cool places (but like, usually only if youre in the upperclass). Ancient Greece maybe? Jane Austen era? Woodstock? I can’t decide.

44. What is your most used emoji? This lil dude. 🙃 I prefer it to the regular smiley face.

45. Describe yourself using one word. eclectic

46. What do you regret the most? Not having my mental health issues diagnosed at an earlier age.

47. Last movie you saw? In the cinemas? A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood back in January (actually got my wallet out and looked at my ticket stubs). Just in general - I watched The Florida Project last night with my bro.

48. Last tv show you watched? My Little Pony. Been watching episodes to help me fall asleep.

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. Derp-a-derp. My bro and I have been saying that over the last few days when we can’t remember the word we are trying to say. Like “go get me the derp-a-derp” or “what was I saying about the derp-a-derp”. Its a good placeholder.

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Annnnnd imma taaaaaaag.... like I said, this is a long one so no pressure (it took me like a week to get through all the questions).... anyway I tag @hichie, @thepragmaticrebel, @heavensdick and @serendipitous-magic.

#meme things

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komahinasecretexchange · 5 years ago

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Title: So… Proposals, Huh?

Author: @thatsrightdollface

For: @namsuuuuuuu

Rating/Warnings: Somewhere between G and T, again. :P

Prompt: komaeda and hinata are back in jabberwock island, watching the sunset on the beach (or somewhere else ill leave that up to you) just chatting and then komaeda randomly says he wants to marry the hope sleeping inside of hinata and hinata is like tf are u saying now komaeda i dont have time for ur bs (the plot twist is that they do get married)

Author’s Notes: :D Gift three out of three for you!!! I truly hope you’ve had fun with them… Happy Komahina exchange, and I’m sorry for anything I got weird! Thank you. :’) This one is about 2,000 words!

It was easy to forget this version of Jabberwock Island wasn’t real. The sand was just as warm under Hajime Hinata’s feet as it would’ve been otherwise – just as likely to be filled with spiny buried shells, too, and bits of sea glass like opaque chess pieces with all their features worn away. Knights without battles left to fight; kings without crowns worked into the makeshift bone of their tiny heads. Sunlight catching over the ocean even stung Hinata’s eyes just as badly as the real thing did, on that boat where he lived now with all the other former Remnants of Despair. He had thought it was funny when Nagito Komaeda asked to come back here, into the simulation where they’d met. But hey, a lot of what Komaeda said or wanted seemed kinda funny to Hinata, and so he’d said screw it. Why not?

Jabberwock Island had been meant as such a healing place, on that pseudo-class trip so long ago. Too many of Hinata’s memories from that time were sour, though, obviously. Focused on murder games, Ultimate Despair and some dumb robotic bear. The smell of blood and sea-salt. Class trials. The Final Dead Room. All that. But not every memory was awful, Hinata supposed. It would’ve been hard to forget how warm and comfortable things were with Komaeda at first, there, before he started in on his toxic, murder-y Hope shtick. Before Hinata learned who all of them really were, or had been, or could give into one more time.

It wasn’t that Hinata felt a burning need to build sandcastles on Jabberwock Island again – especially given the way bizarre things always seemed to happen to Komaeda’s sandcastles, like the one that got swallowed by a huge groaning whale or the one that sank into a mysteriously-opened underground crypt they’d decided not to explore thanks to all the bloodstains. Komaeda being the former Ultimate Lucky Student was just like that. But Hinata hadn’t been exactly opposed to riding that Jabberwock Island carousel one more time, either. Komaeda’d rested his cheek against the fancy mechanical horse’s hand bar thing and closed his eyes for a second, then, listening to the music.

Hinata and Komaeda were the only two running the Jabberwock Island simulation, just then, and the world seemed so quiet all around without their classmates dueling one another over snack food or screaming about the fearsome might of demonic hamsters. That was okay, though. Komaeda hated loud places, and Hinata knew sometimes the Remnants’ boat got to be a little much for him. They were in pretty cramped quarters nowadays, after all, and Komaeda’s bunk was just across from Nekomaru Nidai’s. The Ultimate Team Manager wasn’t known for a subdued daily routine, not by a long stretch, and Komaeda kept having to patch up his newly-splintered wall before seagulls flew in and attempted to nest in his hair, or a wave swept up and drenched everything he owned in sticky ocean water. Hinata had asked Komaeda to trade bunks a few times by now, and Komaeda always glanced over him slowly, then. Calculating. He had something to say about that business, for sure, but he hadn’t actually said it yet.

The sun was setting over Jabberwock Island, now, and Hinata was leaning back in one of those beach chairs he and his classmates hadn’t gotten to relax in much back during their murder game days. The sky looked sweet and syrupy citrus, like a pack of popsicles melting all over the ocean. Once, that dripping red-pink strawberry sun would’ve made Hinata think about bleeding, first. Probably because he’d seen so many of his friends bleeding into the sand. Now, Hinata tried to decide if Komaeda would’ve rather had a lime or grapefruit popsicle, if he went to grab some. Komaeda didn’t really like sweet things, but it was ridiculously hot on the islands even as nighttime came. Maybe they’d have to get back to the boat soon, actually. Make sure nobody’d finally sunk the damn thing.

Komaeda’s hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail low on his neck – he was burying his own legs in the sand, thoughtfully. Slowly. It probably meant something that Hinata’s first thought on the matter had been “Huh, maybe Komaeda’s making himself a fish tail or something?” instead of “Looks like Komaeda’s burying himself alive.”

“All I’m saying is I think I could’ve had that boss myself if I’d picked different armor,” Hinata said. They were talking about this video game they’d been playing with Sonia Nevermind lately, back in the bowels of the Remnants of Despair boat. It was a game that’d used to belong to Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer – it was a game Hinata was determined to finish up even if it was super hard and took him a million years. Hinata was playing as a Rogue that’d turned out to be frustratingly difficult to level up, the Ultimate Princess was playing a Berserker with tons of expensive weaponry and Komaeda was playing a Paladin he’d somehow managed to corrupt pretty early into the game with insanely powerful dark magic. It was an easy conversation. Hinata had been over this before, and he knew just as well as any of them that his character definitely couldn’t have taken on this particular boss all alone. Sonia’s and Komaeda’s characters probably could’ve done it, though, so he had to hold his own, didn’t he?

“Oh, I’m sure,” Komaeda said, clearly unconvinced. He patted down the sand over his ankles. Shot Hinata a soft smile. “I’d offer you my armor – but it’s cursed, you know. Pretty unlucky… I can only wear cursed armor, after all…” That was one of the conditions of Komaeda’s dark magic thing, in the game. He was communing with ancient eldritch creatures living behind these spooky black mirrors you could find everywhere, too. That was gonna be an important plot thing, Hinata just knew it.

“I could try it out, at least,” Hinata said. “Hey… Before we head home, do you want a lime or a grapefruit popsicle?”

“Lime,” said Komaeda. He wiggled his toes under their layers of sand. Tipped his head over so it rested against Hinata’s arm for just the barest second. And then he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “I want to marry the hope sleeping inside of you, Hinata. Did you know that?”

“What… Uh. What the hell are you saying?” Hinata asked. He tensed up. He thought about jerking away, but of course that would mean Komaeda tipped sidewise, if he didn’t pull back fast enough. Komaeda would knock his chin on the beach chair armrest and probably end up with a chipped tooth or something. Komaeda had injured more bones than Hinata’d even known existed, apparently. The former Ultimate Lucky Student would laugh another accident off without seeming too surprised, even as he bled more bright salty blood into the sands of that super-fake, too-familiar Jabberwock Island. “We don’t have time for any of your… You know. We can’t mess around like this. C’mon. We have to get back to the boat soon.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Komaeda said.

…

Hinata and Komaeda’s wedding was a fairly small one, in part because the Remnants of Despair were still technically on the run from international law. Sure it was a little unconventional to get married inside a simulation, but they made it work. The whole “simulation” bit made it a little easier for some of their more distant friends to attend, too. Komaeda just about screamed, clapping his mechanical prosthetic hand over his mouth when he saw the actual Ultimate Hope in the audience… And Hinata walked up the aisle to meet him holding Chiaki Nanami’s arm. Well. A simulated computer-program version of Chiaki Nanami, but if anyone was going to give him away nowadays it would’ve had to be her, right? They still hadn’t beaten that particular game she’d left behind, with all those black mirrors and Hinata’s incredibly difficult-to-play Rogue, but they were getting there. Things would come together in time… Or else Sonia would just get fed up and kick all the enemy characters’ asses on her own, one of these days.

Hinata couldn’t honestly believe how everything was coming together around him, actually, but there it was all the same. When he’d given Komaeda a ring a few weeks after their conversation on the beach, Komaeda had opened his mouth like he had so many things to say. Monologues about Hope and worthiness, about his own ruinous luck – exclamations about the potential he’d always seen inside Hinata, like a sacred stone burning with light from deep under a mountain. Something. But he’d just melted into Hinata’s arms, actually. He’d hidden his face in the crook of Hinata’s neck and murmured, “…I thought you decided all that was just some of my bullshit again…”

The ring had words engraved along the inside of its thin white-gold band. Hinata would probably be in debt to the Ultimate Affluent Progeny for all time, after borrowing enough to have it made.

Nanami had done up Hinata’s tie for him, just before the wedding, telling him they’d come a long way. His hands were shaking too much to do it up himself, which was weird because, you know, this was Komaeda waiting at the end of the aisle. This was Hinata’s Komaeda, who he knew he didn’t have to be nervous around by now. Komaeda whose hair he’d pulled out of his face while he was seasick, and who hadn’t known what to say when he read what Hinata engraved on the inside of his ring. Komaeda who actually hadn’t worn that ring yet, not even once. The Former Ultimate Lucky Student was sure it would end up exploded or melted off his hand, somehow, because of who he’d always been. And y’know, that might’ve been true, but Hinata had bought the thing for him anyway. Hinata knew what he was getting into, here.

He’d caught just a glimpse of Komaeda in a pale cream suit, standing with his hands behind his back under a canopy hanging with shells and flowers, strung with soft lights. Komaeda was standing so still, as if that could keep his luck from wrecking the moment just before it came. He was waiting with his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face, ready to see Hinata whenever Hinata decided he was ready for him. Their friends were sitting in rows before them, on either side of a pathway lined with spiny seashells Gundham Tanaka had gotten his army of ferocious hamsters to dig out of the sand for them just that morning. The ocean sparkled at Komaeda’s back, unknowable and huge, full of monsters and sunken ships and – well, actually… Maybe not. This was an artificial ocean, after all. It existed for this moment on the sand. So easy to forget that, huh?

Ibuki Mioda, the Ultimate Musician, played something uncharacteristically slow and gentle on her guitar as Hinata started up the aisle. She sang a new song Hinata hadn’t heard before, about impossible luck, about proposals made that didn’t expect to be believed, about her friends who had believed in a future even when she couldn’t. Komaeda shifted when that music started up, blinking his eyes open against the glare of the sun. When he saw Hinata watching him, he choked out a laugh. Komaeda laughed when he was nervous, Hinata knew.

He mouthed the words, “We’re okay. Breathe,” as he walked, and Komaeda took a deep, shaky breath.

This was all just a few minutes before that huge wave came, taking away most of the canopy and a whole table full of food the Ultimate Chef had prepared for everybody, but… Hey. Hinata and Komaeda each got in most of their vows before any of that, at least. There you go.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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chokefriends · 6 years ago

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Pit-town Strays Ch.1

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything's fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings, or just general warnings for setting-specific social ills and violence (racist cops, shitty parents, etc). Someone ordered wholesome kidlaw family feels? well HERE.

[Ch. 1] - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

“What the hell are you going to Pit-town for?” Bellamy chewed at Law with his mouth open, a smarmy sneer on his pasty face.

“None of your business.” Law scowled, turning his eyes away from his brother’s ground-up breakfast. He shoved a random pile of coursework into his backpack.

“Well I know what kids like you go up there to do. Everybody knows.” Bellamy drawled on, like he knew shit about anything besides scamming beer and shooting bottles at the quarry.

“Don’t make assumptions, idiot. I’m just babysitting.”

“Why?”

“It’s called a job? You should try it,” Law suggested primly. “Feet.”

Bellamy lifted his feet off Law’s pile of textbooks. “Why, though? You got that big scholarship, I seen the letter when it came in.”

Law frowned at him. “How did you…”

“Well it was just there, so I read it. Why don’t you move out, if you got all that money? You hate it here so much.”

Law waved this matter aside. “I owe that money to someone. Give me the volvo keys.”

Bellamy didn’t move his stupid stumpy self from the ancient recliner—prized spot in the basement space the three brothers shared. “No, I need it, I’m meeting up with some guys later to go down to the quarry. Dad said I could.”

“Bellamy, I need it to get to town. Just gimme the keys.”

“Well I need it to pick up little ladies! You can hitch, right?”

Law didn’t bother arguing. He sighed through his nose and slid his feet into his severely ratty sneakers before heading out into the yard.

“Don't tell Dad where I am or I'll tell him about your girlfriend!” Law called on his way out.

“Obviously,” Bellamy muttered.

The ancient volvo wasn’t feeling cooperative today, or Law was having a lapse or something because he couldn’t fucking hotwire it. He slammed his fist on the dash and took out his phone. It was an oddly summery fall day—not too cold to walk or bike—but his shoes were getting thin in the soles, and Law didn't like asking his dad for little stuff like that. Didn't wanna be such a burden all the time.

He scrolled through his messages and sent a couple off to see about a ride. But Robin (who'd suggested the job) was teaching, and Baby (sweet, bitter Baby) was already in the sauce.

BB: i cn still come tho? you real stuck?? big bro awwwww im sry

You: Nono dont go driving if youre partying it up, Ill hitch a ride I guess

BB: Where?

You: Just into town

BB: Where in town??????

You: The Pit.

You: or whatever.

BB: LAWWW NOOOOOOOOooo jus kidding lol no judgement here

BB: id sell it on weekends too if i were pretty liek U

You: I’m not selling my ass!!!

BB: Lol

BB: sure

BB: why else ndn boi hangs w miner trash? Shady.

You: Lots of reasons, including a babysitting job. Don’t make assumptions.

BB: “babysitting”” “””job”””’

You: Yes.

BB: God ur sheltered

BB: shltered bebe in u nice rich house

BB: don get picked up there, pit-town piggies love ndn bebes

Law pocketed his phone with an eyeroll and started walking down toward the highway.

Once he’d found a ride and gotten dropped off, it was a twenty minute walk from the highway to the Pit. Law ended up climbing over the bare, rocky hill behind the truck stop, cuz his phone’s map had the place all wrong. On top of the hill, he could see the Pit in all its glory laid out before him.

Pit-town was the weird little enclave where the town’s mine workers were housed, in tar paper houses as outdated as the mine itself. The tangled machinery of the refinery loomed just beyond the houses, and above all that, the smokestacks. White smoke drifted from their peaks, as high above him as the clouds. Nothing except low bush berries grew around here—it was like an outpost on the moon.

Law went down into the village. Men with tattooed arms watched him from pickup trucks, and women smoking in lawn chairs whispered. Half-feral dogs barked and circled.

“Ya lost, hun?” one busty woman called from her front step as he passed, and her friends chuckled.

“No…” he mumbled back, and hurried on as they all laughed.

He was flustered and out of breath by the time he got to the address, on the other fucking side of the whole village. The house was like the rest: a single-storey bungalow on a small plot of land with a car port full of dead appliances. There was a little pink bike lying on the front step, and a short dog chain attached to a pole in the middle of the bare yard. A deep trail had been trod in a circle around the pole but there was no dog in sight. Law went up and knocked lightly.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the neighborhood eyes on his back, before trying again. He knocked a little louder. “Hey, um. Hello?”

A harsh voice called, “YEAH IT’S OPEN.”

Law tried the door. “No it’s not?” he called back.

“YEAH IT IS JUST KICK IT AND TURN THE THING AT THE SAME TIME.”

“...No, definitely not open,” Law assured him after trying every kick-turn combination.

“AH FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“OKAY, CAN YOU JUST BREAK IN?”

“...What??” Law was almost offended.

“I’M DOING A THING, CAN’T GET THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, JUST TRY SOMETHING.”

Obviously Law could break into stuff, because his shitty little brothers thought it was hilarious to lock him out of the house all the time. And because their father thought it was prudent to keep things like Law’s ID in a secure location. Law didn’t think that skill set was a great way to start this ‘job’ thing, though… He looked around at the prying eyes across the street and they flitted back behind their blinds. He sighed.

The lock was just one of the doorknob ones, and the jamb didn’t have a guard on it so it was easy to get a credit card in there. The door swung open and Law stepped into a cluttered hallway.

“In here!” the big voice called from down the hall.

“I here!” a little voice added.

Law navigated his way carefully, stepping over baskets of laundry, unreturned empties, and sealed up moving boxes. Something obnoxious was playing on tinny speakers in another room. He rounded the corner into a sweltering little kitchen that seemed like the only clear spot in the house.

There was a very tall redhead with a face full of piercings sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, and a much smaller redhead in a frilly blue bathing suit beside him. They were painting their toenails black, with their feet up on the table.

The bigger redhead seemed really shocked to see Law. He almost toppled backward on his chair. “H-hi! Uh! You’re Native.”

Law blinked. “Yeah. Um. You’re naked.”

“I’m Nami!” announced the little girl.

The guy was pretty much naked, by Law’s standards. Also kind of jacked… Law could feel his face heating up and was glad that it didn’t really show on him. The man sitting there in his boxers was pale as a fucking ghost, though, and so his sudden flush was super obvious. He rushed to recover from that intro.

“I don’t mean like, ‘oh, you’re Native.’ Well, obviously you are, heh, but I don’t mind or anything!"

“Yeah, uh.” Law nodded helpfully. “I don’t mind either, that you’re… naked.”

“Kidd is a naked...” Nami sang to herself.

“I'm not even,” Kidd protested. “I'm just hot as hell. Aren't you hot?”

“Am I??” Law was completely lost.

“Not—! I mean, yeah, but you're in a hoodie? Aren't you sweltering?” Kidd clarified.

“Oooh. No, not really. I like to keep covered up,” Law explained, picking at a fraying sleeve. He supposed it was weird to be wearing jeans and a hoodie in this weather, but no weirder than wearing Crocs in public, like people here seemed into doing.

Kidd was distracted by Nami painting patterns on her feet with the nail polish. “Fuck, Nami, stop, we just paint the nails. It’s messy, see? MESSY.” He took the tiny girl and sat her on the counter instead, then went about cleaning up the table. “Sorry about the door. Can’t go anywhere with wet toenails, it smears like hell.”

Law nodded harder and went to help him. “It’s cool, I know how to break into stuff. I mean I don’t usually! But your door was easy. Not that I’ll do it again!”

“Not a problem… uh, Kidd. I’m Kidd. Hi.” The guy finally got his head together and extended a hand. His fingernails were painted black too. He had a really firm grip.

“Law,” Law replied in relief.

“And this is my sister Nami,” Kidd jabbed a thumb at the toddler perched precariously on the counter. “She’s a fucking psychopath.”

Nami ignored them, sticking towels into the toaster instead.

“You have a dog too? I saw the chain outside.” Law wondered.

“No, Dad took the dog with him. And the fuckin car…��

“Your parents are both working?” Law asked, and immediately regretted it. God, he really was sheltered.

Kidd blushed again and started stacking dishes.

Law rushed to clarify. “Or, ‘parent'? I only got one too—a dad. I'm adopted though, and my birth parents are both passed, so.”

Kidd was wiping off each dish absently under the running water, not really cleaning anything. “We got a dad and mom, they’re just… not around right now. So it’s just us! Which is better, believe me.” He growled the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, got it.”

“Anyway. I didn't wanna ask someone to come all the way here to watch Nami, but that bitch down the street won’t take her anymore because of lice or property damage or something, and I got an interview today. I’ll prolly find another illegal daycare somewhere around here if I do get this job, though, heh.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” Law tried not to seem squeamish at the mention of lice.

“If they do take me I’ll be starting right away, so I might be out til pretty late,” Kidd warned him. “I’ll pay you for however long you’re here for though.”

“Sounds good. You gonna work at the mine?”

This seemed like another sensitive issue. Kidd looked away and muttered, “No… you gotta be 21, and take all these courses and stuff. And anyway, like HELL will I end up in the fuckin pit,” he finished with unexpected heat.

Law was saved from having to come up with a response by Nami blowing up the toaster outlet. The kitchen appliances all blinked out.

“FUCK! Again…” Kidd rushed to pick her up and sit her back on the table as a loud dryer beep sounded from the bathroom. “And fuck, there’s my pants. Listen, can you grab a fuse from the drawer there and stick it in? I actually REALLY gotta go, like right now.”

“Yeah of course!” Law watched the strange redhead duck through the kitchen door and pick his way down the obstacle course hall to another door.

He pulled his eyes away from the muscled back and onto the little girl, who was… eating nail polish.

“You!” Law scolded her, and put her in a chair. He grabbed the few towels that weren’t burnt, and tied her to the aluminum frame. “Okay, eat cheez-its while I fix this.”

Law had got the new fuse screwed into the panel and the nail polish off Nami’s face by the time Kidd came back, dressed in clothes that didn’t seem like interview clothes to Law: heavy duck pants and steel-toed boots. He grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on a box stack, shouldered it and then stood looking at Law.

“Uh,” Kidd was blushing again. It was kind of amazing to see this tough blacklung brat acting so unsure. “If I come back really late maybe I could bring something? To eat? And we could eat it here?”

“Yeah, that'd be good.” Law shrugged like he didn't mind either way.

“KFC?” Kidd suggested.

“Oh I don't like breaded stuff. Fries are good, though.”

“Chinese?”

“I'm trying not to eat MSG actually…”

Kidd tried to think. “So what do you eat?”

“Mostly sushi.”

“I didn't know there was any sushi places in this shit town,” Kidd admitted.

“At the college there's one. Uh, but whatever you bring is fine, don't worry about it!” Law reassured him.

“Okay. Well, see ya.” Kidd made his way outside, yelling at some hovering dogs to git!, then started swearing. “Aw fuck, Nami's FUCKING bike…”

“You trip on it?” Law poked his head outside.

“No,” Kidd was looking at an empty front walk. “Fuckin kids took off with it again. I'll just go punch their dad in the throat later, not a big deal.”

“Holy,” Law commented mildly.

He watched Kidd pull a frankenstein-ian motorcycle out of a side door and roar away on it. Then he looked around to see if anyone had caught him looking. He was just sending a good glare at the prying eyes across the street when he remembered that he was babysitting. He returned to the kitchen where Nami was sitting once again on top of the table, drawing circles in a nail polish puddle with one finger.

“Your brother is an entire entrée,” Law informed her.

She didn't reply, intent on her craft. But she objected when he tried to pick her up. “Nooo!”

“No?” he put her down.

She glared at him, a tiny girl of no more than four, ginger hair in little pigtails and her frilly blue bathing suit spotted with nail polish.

“I'm Law,” he sat down so he was at her level, and introduced himself. “Lawww.”

“Law...” She appraised him solemnly for another moment and then seemed to deem him acceptable. “I’m being a witch,” she confided in a whisper.

“A witch?”

“Yah.”

Law sat back in the chair with a laugh. “My girl! Let's talk!”

Law had the kitchen scrubbed to his own exacting standards in short order, having secured Nami firmly to a chair (with duct tape and towels this time).

She was starting to nod into her cheezits by the time he'd finished, and Law figured it was nap time. He went to review the rooms along the hallway, looking for a baby room. He couldn't figure out the logic of the place, though. There was a largeish bedroom, which seemed to be the source of the stale smoke smell, mostly taken up by a tacky king bed and Seinfeld DVDs. It clearly hadn't been used in forever. He closed that door. Then there was a smaller room that might've once been a child's room, decorated with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and complex Lego structures piled in one corner. It was stacked floor to ceiling with file boxes and covered in dust too. Another small room seemed to be Kidd's hideout, though the bed was just a box spring covered in laundry and books. There was a guitar and practice amp, and a desk piled with half-dissected old laptops. Law resisted the urge to snoop, and closed the door.

He went back down to the other end of the hall, past the front door, where the narrow corridor opened into a small living room space. A couch and a single mattress were neatly made up into beds, in front of a large TV that seemed like the only new thing in the house.

“I want a Kidd nap.” Nami had somehow gotten out of the duct tape high chair and was at Law's side, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay? In the big bed?”

“You're silly,” she accused. She went to lie down on the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over herself.

Law went to sit next to her. He gestured down at the mattress on the floor, with its orange and blue comforter and many fuzzy cushions. “Is that your bed? Don't you wanna nap there?”

“No,” she explained patiently, eyes already closed.

“Right, obviously.”

He watched her shuffle and sigh her way to sleep.

“I could've had a sister,” he murmured, partly to her and partly to himself. “I mean, I do have a biological sister, but I didn't grow up with her. I think it would've been nice, though…”

Nami was already asleep when he looked over again. Easy! Law totally had this babysitting thing in hand. He pulled his stats assignment out of his bag, and got down to the real work.

Nami turned out to be a pretty chill baby, as well as being an utter terror. She mostly ignored Law, preferring to go about her little play tasks uninterrupted, with the TV playing in the background. “Being a witch,” she explained whenever Law asked what she was doing.

“Keep it up,” he encouraged her, turning back to his own work.

He quickly learned, though, to keep an ear out for silence, because she was probably blowing shit up. Law found her building a fire in the oven, then making what he was pretty sure was mustard gas in the toilet.

“How’d you do that??” He took the bleach from her and she threw a mild fit before toddling off to the next game.

By the time Kidd returned, Law was just sitting in a kitchen chair with his stats assignment disregarded in front of him, watching the four-year-old expertly jimmy the makeshift lock he'd put on the knife drawer.

“More twist on the lever,” an amused Law recommended.

“So this one's being a psychopath huh,” Kidd entered and threw his duffel bag on the table.

Law corrected him.“Um, she's a witch and a prodigy? She made several deadly potions with cleaning supplies today."

“Oh jesus now there's two of you.”

“One more and we got a coven.”

“Great. Nami, it's like 11, why ain't your ass in bed?” Kidd growled at his sister, who ignored him.

“She went down for a couple hours, but kept getting up when she heard a car go by. And I couldn't get any pajamas on her,” Law reported.

“Yeah she won't take the bathing suit off unless I bribe her. She's big into being a ‘mermaid’ this month, on top of being a witch.”

Nami had gotten the knife drawer open and was feeling around in it with one chubby hand.

Kidd scooped her up. “No knives.”

“A knife!!!”

Law shook his head and smiled. Child after his own heart. “What's she want a knife for?”

“She's been trying to slash my tires lately, so probably that. It's usually pretty funny to watch, but yeah, not at bedtime. Eh, Nami?”

“I WAN A KNIFE! A KNIFE A KNIFE A—”

Nami stopped and stared at the chocolate coin Kidd was holding up. She grabbed it and wiggled out of his arms. They followed her to the living room where she was stashing her prize under the couch.

“Holy, she's got a hoard,” Law gave a low whistle at the cache of foil coins and random shiny things.

“Yeah I think she's more dragon than mermaid,” Kidd commented.

Nami lay down in her floor bed, where she could see the glittering pile.

“I got food, if you wanna…?” Kidd nodded back toward the kitchen.

“Is she good here?”

“Yeah she pretty much puts herself to sleep, just leave WrestleMania on for her. She likes the noise.”

They went back to the kitchen, and Kidd turned on a thing Law had thought was a smashed toaster oven reconstructed with safety pins, but which turned out to be a radio. Kidd gestured to a bag on the table, and Law unpacked it while the redhead fiddled with the receiver. It mostly seemed to be picking up country music and static.

“Can almost get that alt rock station with this thing,” he muttered, “probably just needs another coat hanger.”

“You went and got sushi??” Law pulled out several little plastic containers.

Kidd’s back was to him but Law could see his neck and ears going red. He kept fiddling with the dials. “Yeah, whatever.”

“From all the way at the college?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“...I think that radio is using you as an antenna,” Law observed, changing the topic.

Kidd snorted and let go of the screwdriver-dial, and the radio went to mostly static. “Faboo. Maybe it wants a piercing too.”

His face had returned to a normal color under all that metal, and he joined Law at the table. Law offered him the dragon roll and took the sashimi plate.

The chopsticks were an obstacle.

“Do you stab it?” Kidd glared at the sushi and the two little sticks.

“No, look at my hand: hold one like a pencil, and the other one loosely—”

“I stab it.”

“Don’t stab it, hey, you’ll ruin the integrity of the roll shape!”

“Hm,” Kidd chewed his mangled piece. “Tastes like salad.”

“Here.” Law scooted over a chair. He took the chopsticks out of Kidd’s fist and rearranged them. Kidd’s hands were large and rough to the touch, and the scent of sweat and gas clung to his clothes. The sudden impression of body heat and machinery smacked Law right in the back of the brain.

“I’m gonna say this is finger food,” Kidd decided.

“Yeah,” Law agreed automatically.

“Yeah, fuck this. Want a beer?”

Law hated beer. “Yeah. I mean, whatever.”

Law sat and nursed the beer with determination, trying to pay attention to Kidd's animated take on government surveillance vans and Nicolas Cage. His brain was getting fuzzy really fast, though. He was such a fuckin lightweight.

“He’s not an actual human person, is all I’m saying. You seen his face tryna do face stuff?” Kidd argued, crunching his second beer can and tossing it in the bin across the room. "Nother beer? Hey, you’re not even done that one.”

“Tastes like bread,” Law noted distractedly.

“I guess. You don’t like Bud?”

“I liked the first movie,” Law hiccuped.

Kidd laughed like a fucking hooligan, and Law had to laugh too. Normally loud laughs grated on Law's ears, but he decided he liked this one. It wasn't mocking or cold; just big.

Kidd shook his head with a final chuckle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Me too. Sooo uh, what you studying at the college?”

“General science right now, thinking I'll go into the pre-med stream,” Law answered right away. “Or maybe something more research, less clinical… uh. Or you know, like. Whatever.”

Kidd actually seemed interested. “Yeah that sounds awesome. I always wanted to go into engineering, but pure research would be cool… You um. Doing some math, there?” He looked over at Law's assignment, abandoned on the table.

“Stats. The bane of my existence. Don't stare at it too long, it'll put the bleed on your brain.”

“...you're stuck, huh?” Kidd glanced over again.

“No.” Law sniffed. “I'm considering it from many angles.”

“Okay, man.”

“Oh, like you know anything about sample sizes and shit.”

Kidd shrugged, but the line in his forehead deepened. He cracked another tallboy.

Law gripped his own beer can in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and then downed the rest all at once.

“Nother,” he wiped his mouth and Kidd raised an eyebrow but passed him a fresh one.

“Git it in ya.”

“Mhm.” Law took a deep swig and almost fucking barfed. “Sooo… you make that bike yourself huh?”

“...yeah,” Kidd's face lost the put-out look and split into a grin. “Or whatever, I just added some stuff and changed other stuff… actually, it's…”

That got another good long ramble out of the redhead, full of startling laughter and crass parallels with female body parts. Law wondered idly if Kidd was actually familiar with any female body parts, or whether this was just how people in Pit-town talked.

“Hm?” Law sat up straight, realizing that Kidd had asked him something. His brain was definitely all swimmy now.

“Or I can give you a lift back now. It's a long way to the Rez.”

“I'm not from the Rez, I live down the highway. I can just hitch my way back, it's not a big deal." Law looked at his phone—after midnight.

Kidd was giving Law a look, like he wanted to say something about that, but then grunted and downed his beer instead. “Here, for today,” he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and pushing a few folded bills into Law's hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you're free tomorrow I'll be working again at noon. And like I said, you can stay here tonight if the trip out is—”

“Oh!” Law felt his face heating up again. “No, I gotta get home. My dad's gonna kill me as it is. I'll come back tomorrow, though, okay?”

“Okay! Or, whatever, good.”

“Yeah.” Law stood and started stuffing things back into his backpack. “Okay see ya tomorrow.”

Kidd gave him a flippant salute and cracked another beer.

Pulling on his sneakers at the door, Law felt a little tug at his pant leg.

“Law, you are going to go?” Nami worried.

“Yup, gotta go home.”

“Law, you won't be here if you go,” she started snuffling.

Law picked her up and put her back in her bed. “I'll come back tomorrow. Okay?”

“No.” She hid under the blanket and kept snuffling.

He hesitated. “I have to go.”

“She’ll get over it in a minute,” Kidd told him from the doorway, leaning backlit against the frame with crossed arms. “It's better not to draw it out.”

Law looked at the little lump among the cushions and shrugged. He stood to go.

The redhead chewed at his tongue piercing and watched him. “Okay, I don't wanna be weird about this, but like. It's the Pit. And you're... You know?”

Law wasn't getting it. “I'm...?”

“C'mon, you stick out. And it's really late, and it's just past check day, and… it'd really just be faster if I gave you a ride.”

Oh, fucking chivalry or whatever.

“So I'll put my hood up,” Law dismissed this.

“It’s the Pit, though,” Kidd said again.

“... See you tomorrow.” Law left without drawing it out any further.

Law got halfway through the village before someone pulled up next to him, apparently to offer him further unwanted courtesies.

“Looking for a place to stay?” the man offered.

“Just heading home,” Law deflected.

This didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted, and he followed Law in his pickup at very close range, until they got to the village limits and the end of the street lights. Law gripped his phone in his pocket. He heard the truck door slam just as he went to detour off the road between two houses.

Law tried not to back away as the guy advanced. “I'll call the police.”

“I am the police,” the man pointed to the badge on his belt.

"Shit..."

"And you're trespassing."

Law held onto his phone, a harsh roaring steadily growing in his ears. The smart thing would be to play dumb and helpless so he wouldn't fucking get shot, and just hope someone came by… but the man went to grab him and he panicked just as the roar peaked. Law snapped the fist holding his phone into the man's temple, and it made a loud crunch. A couple more frantic strikes sent the pig down in a confused pile of limbs.

Well he'd fucking done it now. Maybe he could run before—

“Oohhh shit, haha,” someone commented.

Law glared over at Kidd, who was sitting there on his noisy rat bike, peering at the man on the ground.

“Hi?” Law crossed his arms.

Kidd scratched his neck. “Saw him drive past after you left, and figured… yeah. I was just gonna come and like, bam! Do a drive-by with a crowbar. But that Rocky shit was actually way cooler, haha. Is that a brass knuckles phone ring?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…” Kidd considered the lump on the ground. “Kay, well. Can I drive you home now?”

“...” Law really, stubbornly wanted to refuse.

“Just so you can see how Marlene here rides,” Kidd patted the motorcycle. “Did I tell you I built her?”

Law's tension cracked and an incredulous laugh bubbled out. “Yeah. You told me. She's a beauty.” Kidd passed him the helmet and Law slid into place behind him.

“She’s a rubber-tit, chain-smoking old blacklung biddy, fuck yeah she's a beauty. You can ride her all day and night, she don't get tired.”

Law had been wondering how he'd get all the way home like this without popping a boner, but that mental image cleared it up.

“Uh,” Law gave the unconscious cop a guilty glance, “should we get this guy somewhere…?”

“Oh, I'll just call his wife to come get him, I guess,” Kidd snorted at the pathetic pile and took out his phone.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone here… hold on a sec. Hey, Mrs. Kyle? Yeah I just seen Kevin going off tryna fight that goose again.”

“Fuckin what??” Law snickered.

“Yeah, Cobb Road. Looked like he'd taken a good one on the head already. I dunno who taught that thing to make a fist. Yeah, anyway. Yeah, bye.” Kidd hung up, nodding to himself like that was it.

“No one's gonna believe that shit,” Law objected.

“Oh the goose? That's real, the thing's a monster. I think they should just shoot it but there's a pool on who'll defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.”

“...okay. Sure.”

“It's the Pit,” Kidd explained again.

Kidd tied a bandana onto his face as a windguard, and they pulled out of the village and onto the highway. It was fall but the air was warm and smelled like tar. Law held onto Kidd's waist and directed him by patting his arm and pointing. The smokestacks receded behind them, though the tar smell lingered on through the treeless landscape. Eventually Law signaled for them to stop.

Kidd pulled off the highway and stopped just under the lone streetlight at the turnoff. He looked around. “This is just a carpool lot. I might as well take you all the way home, right?”

“Nah, my Dad's already gonna be pissed that I'm out this late. If I ride up on a bike smelling like booze… yeah.” Law passed him the helmet and dismounted. “It's not far from here, I'm good now.”

Kidd was still processing the first part. “Aren't you in uni? You still have a curfew?”

Law shrugged. “He's strict. He just worries. Though, yeah, he's nowhere near as protective about my fuckin brothers so—”

At that exact moment Law's brain registered the whine of a familiar car, and he had to grip his bag to keep from bolting. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just the Volvo.

“Hey Lawnboy,” Bellamy chuckled, leaning an elbow out the window.

“Hiii Law,” a gawky, sharp-eyed girl chirped from the passenger seat.

“Monet, my dream girl,” Law flirted mildly, leaning on the door frame. Monet giggled and Bellamy scowled.

“That your ~boyfriend~?” the blond troll mocked, jabbing a thumb at Kidd, who tensed and sneered.

“Yeah,” Law shot back.

There was a pause.

“Really???” Monet scrambled to get a good look at them both. Bellamy's face went slack with shock.

Kidd stuffed his head into the safety of his helmet.

“What're you doing?” Law questioned the helmeted Kidd.

“He's shy!” Monet squealed. “Ahhhh you guys are perfect!”

“Are you blushing?” Law tried to flip up the mirrored visor and Kidd held on stubbornly, shaking his head.

“Law, bring him to Hawk's place with us, I'll make youse guys’ drinks!! I got sourpuss and peach schnapps!”

“They're not coming to Hawk's,” Bellamy told her sullenly.

“Shut up Bellamy. Law, you guys coming?”

Law demurred. “Gotta work tomorrow, Monet-fique. Nother time.”

“Aw.”

“See you at home, Bellyache,” Law dismissed his pouting brother, who scowled.

“‘Babysitting’, huh. I'm telling Dad you're hoeing it up in the Pit,” Bellamy threatened.

Monet punched him in the shoulder. “Oh my god Bellamy no you're not. Later, Law! Byyye, strong silent boyfriend!”

Bellamy took his cue and screeched away.

Law turned back to Kidd, who was still hiding under his helmet. “Sorry. That was my brother. It just seemed like the best way to get him to leave.”

Kidd gave a slight shrug.

“So. See you tomorrow?” Law shouldered his bag.

Kidd nodded.

“Thanks for the ride. And for dinner and stuff…”

“Yeah it's whatever,” came Kidd's muffled voice.

“Oh yeah I mean, whatever.” Law started off down the road.

“Uh…! Thank you too, for… coming...” Kidd called after him a few steps later.

Law stopped and looked back awkwardly.

“...And for being chill about Nami's issues, and the house, and dealing with that creeping fucker… You don't have to come back after that crap. And if all this is gonna get you in trouble with your dad anyway,” Kidd offered in a nervous jumble, as Law wandered back over and stood there, feeling suddenly sad.

Law had had his share of sweet goodbye kisses under this streetlight, when he'd been a little younger and a little less worried about everything. He kinda really wanted another like that right now… But Kidd was holding onto the helmet on his head like a life preserver. And a kiss seemed like such a shallow, wrong-headed kind of assurance to offer against all ‘that crap.’

Law leaned in, and bonked his forehead lightly against the glossy helmet instead.

“Well, pick me up tomorrow, at the highway. So I don't gotta risk crossing the goose,” Law shrugged too, like it really was all just whatever.

He couldn't see Kidd's face but he could see his heaviness lift.

“You got it, Cap.”

The scruffy redhead leaned into his bike and the road, and became a fading engine roar in the dark. Law walked home slowly.

#kidlaw #KidLaw fic #eustass kid #trafalgar law #one piece modern au #Kid is a blusher #Law is an airhead #blue collar love #pit-town strays

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its-spoop-blog · 6 years ago

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dont have a title yet

cute lil love sto type thing, lemme know what you think

The sun rose another day over England, but it was almost impossible to see it at all through the mix of fog and smog that swirled together until they created a mass so thick one could not see their hand in front of them. However, the people living in the town below were used to this, and they all knew it was time to awaken. From the drunk to the noble, everyone began to start they’re daily routines.

Steamships began to rise out of the harbor, sailing onto whatever town they had to get to next for trade purposes. The streets began to fill with the noise of everyday life, talking and laughing and arguing and shouting. As well as the smells, oh the smells. Breakfast being cooked in every home from so many different cultures, if one was standing in just the right spot, they could tell almost every one.

On this particular morning, in London, England, 1809, one was. Elizabeth Julianna Roseanne was perched in her window, watching the city she has been raised in awaken. As a matter of fact, there was nothing particularly special about this morning, as this is what she does every morning.

And, as it was every morning, the door to her lavish room swung open suddenly and without warning. “Mademoiselle Roseanne! Come on, get up! Time for your schooling!” A grand woman entered the room, tall and thin. She wore the features of a woman that was one stunningly beautiful, but it had faded. Gracefully faded, yes, but faded. Skin with one too many blemishes, one too many grey hairs. This was Mme. Poubelle. “Your mother is worried so on how you have fallen back on your studies, and as your mentor and teacher it is my job to wash away that worry!”

Elizabeth sighed, took one last look out the window to her freedom, and gracefully hopped of the windowsill. “Oui, Madame.”

***

Sitting in a grand room, covered in exquisite gold painting, the finest detail for the nobles’ home, most young woman of 15 years would be delighted. Elizabeth, however, simply yawned as she wrote down the Latin words her teacher were speaking. “Mademoiselle! It is not ladylike to yawn while you are in the presence of a superior or a teacher.” Mme. Poubelle snapped.

“Oh, my deepest apologies Madame.” Elizabeth bowed her head as she said this, but only so she could roll her eyes. The endless lesson continued, Meme. Poubelle speaking on and on in a monotonous drawl as she spoke Latin, and Elizabeth’s hand getting more and more tired as the minutes crawled by. By the Elizabeth looked up to see the big hand of a grand clock on 6, she practically jumped for joy. “It’s time for my breakfast with mother and father!”

Mme. Poubelle glanced at the clock and let out a heavy sigh. “And so it is. Afterwards, for this afternoon’s lesson, you have stitching and of course singing lessons.”

Elizabeth nodded, she had the same lessons everyday, there hasn’t been a change in years. “Oui, Mme. May I leave for breakfast with Mother and Father now?”

“Oui, you may go.”

With that, Elizabeth got as close to running out of there as she could while still being ladylike. Also, the corset was most definitely helping her stay at a walking pace. “You think after years of wearing these things…”

She walked through the grand halls of her home, a mansion on the outskirts of England. Obviously, her family was slightly more than well off. The hallways of the grand home were covered in fine artwork and old, ancient weapons, the kind of things you’ll find in the house of nobles. Maids wandered about, opening curtains, sweeping floors, going into rooms to clean them.

Elizabeth smiled at every one of them, but none smiled back. That was because, of course, they didn’t look at her.

She entered a grand room, with a large fireplace, perfectly polished wooden floors, and high ceilings with huge arches. Sitting at a small table in the center of this room was Elizabeth’s mother and father.

“Elizabeth!” her mother called, gesturing for he to come to the table. “How did morning lessons go?”

“As well as expected.” A butler behind Elizabeth pulled up a chair and she sat. “Thank you, Robert.”

“Of course, miss.”

Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “‘As well as expected,’ what is that supposed to mean?”

Elizabeth shifted in her seat. “Well, it’s with Mme. Poubelle. So that usually means a bit, you know, boring. I do try to pay attention but my mind just...wanders a lot.”

“I see.” her mother looked at her father, then back at her. “You know this cannot be allowed, if you are to maintain our family fortune, and as a woman no less, you need to be highly educated. We are giving you so much, take advantage of it!”

There was silence for a moment.

“I understand, I promise I’ll work harder.”

For the rest of their meal, Elizabeth and her parent’s spoke, normally. Enjoyed breakfast. Elizabeth had a quite uneasiness, but decided it would be best kept in the back of her mind, as far away from her lips as possible.

“We’ll be riding into town today,” her father said, finishing the last of his tea. “I have business to attend to, how about you and your mother go get you a new dress?”

Elizabeth’s smile tightened. “Of course, that sounds wonderful.”

The carriage slowly moved along through the city. The beautiful, picturesque city that Elizabeth had seen awaken, the one she loved so much to see, was ruined once you were actually in it. The stench, the horrible people, she hated whenever they had to ride through the city, espically in the slums.

As they rode past, Elizabeth saw a man get mugged. She sunk deeper into her seat.

“Elizabeth, sit up! You’ll ruin your corset if you sit like that!” her mother said.

“Yes, mother.” She adjusted how she was sitting, but slowly and most certainly unhappily, then continued staring outside. Among all the hussle and bussle, Elizabeth say a figure running in the street, towards. Towards their coach.

“Is that-”

Bang!

A boy about Elizabeth’s age ran into her side of the coach.

The sun rose another day over England, but that was most definitely not the first thing that Jay noticed when he awoke from yet another light sleep. His father had already left the house, as it usually is every morning, and he was alone.

Very little light found its way into the cold house, due to the smog and mist. This was normal. Jay pulled on his jacket, fingerless gloves, and boots. He grabbed his satchel, and looked into the mirror. Looking back at him was a young man covered in grease and dirt, a commoner. At that moment, he found it hard to believe he could have possibly been raised a richman.

Well, that’s what he thought every time he looked in the mirror.

Jay shook of the sinking feeling, and walked out his door. He looked up, and through the heavy mist, he saw the sky ships floating into the air, while horse drawn carriages passed him by. Gentlemen and ladies who were quickly making their way through the scum of the city, leaving all the dirty commoners behind.

He scoffed.

Making his way towards the harbor, Jay saw the city awakening. Though in his part of town, it was a lot of people returning to their corner of the world, the type of people you make a point not to make eye contact with. The type of people Jay had to quickly learn about and fit in with to survive.

“Jay, sweetheart!”

Jay was pulled from thoughts by a loud voice coming from a broken. Standing in the open door was a plump woman, with red hair fading into grey, and distinct smile lines on her face.

“Mrs Loris!” Jay said, making his way to the bakery door. “Good morning! How are you today?”

“Quite well, young man, a bit sad I lost my favorite helper.”

Jay shrugged. “I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, but the job at docks was one I couldn’t turn down.”

“So I’ve been told.” A small frown crossed Mrs. Lorises face. “I do wish you’d tell me why, dear. I’ve tried to be ‘here for you since the day you wandered into my shop as a wee lad, y’know you can tell me anything.”

“I know, Mrs. Loris. I just don’t think I can quite explain why myself.” he smiled, “You know you would be the first to know.”

Mrs. Loris just stared at him for a moment, the worry plain on her face. “Well, okay then.” her familiar joyful smile returned. “Now before you go to wherever you’re going to in such a ‘urry, why don’t you pop in for some quick breakfast. You skinny boy, I don’t want you workin’ ‘hard labor on an empty stomach.”

Jay smiled at the familiar words. “I would, but I really have to-”

“This isn’t request, lad, you’ve got to eat, you’re so skinny as it. Unless you don’t want some of Auntie Lori's meat pies?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly mind.”

Mrs. Lorises smile grew wider, “C’mon then!” She pulled the boy into the shop, sat him down, and places two meets pies and a pint of ale in front of him. For a moment, Jay just sat, took his satchel, and looked at it, but his mouth was watering.

“Well what are you waiting’ for, eat up!”

Not having to be told twice, Jay quickly wolfed down the meat pies, of which he’s tasted a million times, and drank the ale. Nothing quite helps a hangover like more alcohol. After he was full, Jay sat back in his seat for a moment. “That… was good food. Thank you.”

“Of course, lad!” Mrs. Loris said while she picked up his empty plate. “Now you won’t be dyin’ doin’ whatever you do at the ‘arbor.”

“Yeah.” Jay took a deep breath a sighed. “The harbor.”

There was a moment of calm in the busy city morning.

“Oh shit, the harbor.” Jay pulled out his pocket watch, and shot out of his seat. “Crap, I’m late.” he threw his satchel on in a panic, and ran out the door, but not before yelling, “Thanks Mrs. Loris!”

So he ran down the cobbled street, narrowly missing carriages and vendors. The mist was cleared from the sky now, but a haze was still set over london town, this produced by the smoke that rose from every chimney from every building. Some days it was so bad it was hard to breath, but today it was fairly clear. Jay could run and breathe in almost fresh air.

It was one of the best feelings, running with the freshest air you could get on a lucky day in the slums of london. Quite an easy feeling to be caught up in, actually.

That, combined with the panic of being late, might explain why he ran right into a side door of one of an obvious coach.

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swampgallows · 7 years ago

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i just woke up, it’s close to noon here, five hours is good enough i guess. i keep thinking about college and how fucking suicidally depressed i was then and how ive spent half of this year being unemployed and generally just struggling to take care of myself in the most banal and basic ways possible, and how depression really does just delete years from your life. you live through them in a daze, you’re already a ghost, you’re already dead. questing in wrath of the lich king is honestly some of the last shit i remember concretely before going into a two year gray area of passing my classes and nothing else. i remember breaking up with my boyfriend because he chose raiding over me. i dont want to talk about it again. the memory is still painful. still, even still, ten years later. and in late 2008 i was attacked in my dorm room and i was screaming and my roommates thought i was being a big ol slut. they thought any guy that came over was someone i was fucking. when i went to blizzcon in 2008 and my brother stayed in my dorm they thought i was fucking him too until i told them he was my little brother. they tried so fucking hard to suppress my interests and make me “like them”. “there’s more to life than world of warcraft and pokemon” they said as if going to college basketball games and rewatching disney movies has any more enrichment or depth beyond what i was fucking doing. my life is so full of hatred, from myself, from other people, just being fostered in me in general, and it’s only within the last few years that i’ve gotten to heal from it at all, all the time being hurt more and more

i was talking to a friend yesterday who is just 19 and thinking about where i was when i was 19, which of course puts me in 2009 again, the year i dropped out of existence, and i was telling them about how i was essentially raised by the ilk of 4chan and the piece of shit community on wow that, like, since i’m around ~liberal genderqueer~ tumblr-type spaces all the time, genuinely shocks me to remember still exists, of those fucking hypermasculine overcompensating military dudes. and we were talking about how like, nerds in general tend to have shit social skills or anxiety or are Othered in ways that have them reinforce this piece of shit pecking order where the loudest and meanest proclaim themselves the Leader and everyone just follows them because theyre too meek to challenge them or they mistake arrogance for confidence and assume any asshole crowing that loud about how Right they are all the time Must Be Right.

and i thought of my own life, my ex QP, my old friend groups, my abusive ex boyfriend, how i mistook so long their malice as strength, how i was duped by their self-aggrandizement. they had no skills, no talents, no girlfriend (except when i dated them), no women in their lives in general, no real friends they could count on (except, for my abuser, an older man with 3 children and a brand new divorce whose house he muscled and manipulated himself into—”i cant even bear to be in the old master bedroom anymore”—and my abuser promptly MOVED HIMSELF INTO IT) no hobbies, and the one or two hobbies that they had—fishing, video games—they were fucking less-than-passable at. my ex-qp wasn’t good at video games. he would use cheat codes or just play the strongest character and rely on everyone else to pick up his slack. warrior, carry, tank, what have you; all of us his underlings to support him to victory—”I’m doing all of the damage and getting none of the kills”—he would whine, oblivious to the concept of teamwork and seeking credit within the only realm he had a semblance of succeeding in.

anyway so when i first joined tumblr i swung the pendulum in the other direction because i absolutely had to, it was for my survival to become a virulent feminazi as they put it, and i was obnoxious about it, and i reposted rape statistics all the time and challenged people all the time because i had to. i had to let it overtake me in order to purge all of the 10+ years of toxic social conditioning that places like 4chan and their little infestations in WoW and all of my abusive partners instilled in me. i had to be vocal about rape this and sexual assault that because i spent the better part of my adolescence trying to laugh away the fact that i was raped as a child, trying to make jokes about my “delicious flat chest” and pedobear and “surprise buttsecks/it’s not rape if you yell surprise” and “delicious loli”; some of the images i had willingly saved on my ancient hard drive are absolutely harrowing to go through now as an adult knowing my mushy impressionable 14 year old traumatized mind was trying to cope with and gloss over what had happened to me and with the future i was facing as a budding adolescent in this kind of environment. men didnt want to be responsible for what happened to me or with what would happen to me, it made them uncomfortable for me to talk about it, so i was told to laugh it away, that nobody cares that i was raped, that i was stronger if i could just laugh about it, that no topics were beyond reproach or off limits, and that if i wasnt desensitized to my own suffering then i was weak, i was a sheep, i was a burden, i was letting my emotions get the better of me.

obviously, tumblr as a whole DIRECTLY acts in opposition of this: everything is rooted in our traumas, which we are expected to lay bare for all to be taken seriously: 4chan demanded that we invalidate the trauma by making a joke of it and allowing the masses to pick it apart for their own entertainment, to become part of the anonymous “legion” by offering up our individuality to be consumed by the group (as a currency of “lulz”, basically); tumblr, reflexively, demands we validate the trauma by making it an open and public integral asset to our identity, to have easily digestible and categorized characteristics so as to fit into the tumblr hierarchy of needs, their own misinterpreted facsimile and microcosm of existing systematic oppression, and obtain a sort of fixed currency of privilege or “woke points” dependent on identity politics. so i definitely needed to purge my previous conditioning with this reclamation of my identity as a survivor, etc, and had about 7 years of misplaced anger and fury condensed into a good two or so years instead, and even now im still parsing details.

it wasnt until i was 22 that i had even heard the term asexuality and it wasnt until i was 25 that i realized i was bi (or “could be” bi), even though i had already been in love with and sexually active with women years prior lmao. i had been told by every possible source that having a dick inside me would change my life and change my outlook and change me into a better person or whatever the fuck, that i would “understand” and “grow up” and “become a woman” or whatever and guess what it did fucking NOTHING, just like every teen drama romance or whatever tries to stress over and over, sex is not a magical lifechanging event that hands you a million dollars and a healthy brain. it changes your life in some ways and it’s definitely not something to be taken lightly but in no way is it a cure for anything.

i dont know where i’m going with this, im just fucking pissed off about my life, im pissed off that healing takes so long and that i had to do any of it in the first place. im so pissed about all of my time wasted with this fucking piece of shit body and fucking piece of shit brain and i wish i could just go back to work and be a functional human being but im like just a short leap away from doing any of that. i have to get in touch w my previous HMO once the new year starts now that im confirmed for medi-cal, and i should have done it months ago, but i have to just accept that this whole time ive been not USELESS but just utterly CONSUMED by self-preservation, that it is taking most of my effort to want to be alive and stay on this planet any longer. especially now with my teeth bugging me so bad because i cant fucking take care of myself so im grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw and i guess eating improperly or what have you idont fucking know. im going to buy a waterpik even though it’s fifty dollars and i have not made ANY MONEY in the last 6 months or done ANY of what i wanted to do and i still have a number of commissions needling at me that i genuinely like cant fucking even look at withotu fucking hitting myself and crying, and im seriously not trying to make fucking excuses, i am so fucking ashamed and consumed by self-hatred about this, this has been a problem for me SINCE COLLEGE where i was an ART MAJOR that i had to fucking beat the shit out of myself to try to draw anything “seriously”, and i do mean literally beating myself, bludgeoning myself with my morris sticks and smacking myself in the face/head and clawing at my skin, and i fucking hate it

i just know i need like SO MUCH recovery or healing or whatever the fuck, i feel so long overdue for very basic shit, and part of me feels like a withering plant, like pouring water over dry leaves thinking it’s just going to saturate itself and be instantly rejuvenated. im losing leaves in the process, as it were, and getting no “water” all this time. i feel like i’m in drought mode. these last six months are me basically conserving all i have, toeing away from the edge of the cliff because iw as so ready yall i was so fucking ready, i was ready to jump off, i spent whole lunch hours just ready to fucking leap, staring down the void, staring at the winding road that went up the mountain, staring at the deer who stared back at me, hiding my face from Adults who treated me like a wind-up doll, i just couldnt take it, ic ouldnt be somewhere that sterile, i couldnt be spending so much of my life getting so little back, i coudlnt see my friends ever, i couldnt breathe, but in general my brain is sick and i need to heal from all of these things, i need to figure out how i can cope with being alive because i am going to be alive at least a little longer and i need to not fear and crave death simultaneously. i do not want to die, I DO NOT want to die, but i cannot live in a constant state of recuperating. my life has just felt like the Shutting Down... screen for the last 2 years.

NEED a new dentist NEED my teeth fixed PLEASE GOD open the stem cell dentin treatment to clinics worldwide GOD fix my TEETH PLEASE let me REGROW my TEETH NEED therapy NEED to fix my brain NEED to figure out how i can cope with being unable to support myself in this shit fucking economy NEED TO RECOVER NEED TO GET BETTER PLEASE IM FUCKING SUFFERING

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myflairway · 7 years ago

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THE LAST JEDI TRAILER BREAKDOWN AND ANALYSIS

First and foremost, AAAAGGHHHH IT´S HERE GUYS! THE LAST JEDI TRAILER HAS OFFICIALLY DROPPED AT LAST! Amazing doesnt even begin to describe it! It´s jaw dropping, inspiring, action-packed, moving, thrilling and, above all imho, emotional!

I will now attempt to analyse/comment it as deep as I possibly can, after more than six hours of being hyped, waiting for it to drop. Bear in mind, it´s 4:55AM as of right now.

WARNING - IF YOU ARE SPOILER AND LEAK AVERSE, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!! I am including screenshots and voiceover transcriptions.

First, we get a shot of Kylo, with his back on us, overlooking a huge glass window with what looks like FO machinery behind it. He doesnt have his helmet on, or his cape or his long tabbard (so we can see his gorgeous hair and legs).

Then we get a shot of AT-ATs on Crait. Then, an above shot of stormtroopers escorting Kylo (with his cape flowing) into some kind of new earthy/rocky red environment. This is possibly the entrance to Snoke´s real throne room.

At this point, Snoke has said “ When I found you, I saw raw, untamed power” in voiceover. This is most likely something he is telling Kylo, since the next shot is Kylo, with his mask on in a bright red room, looking down.

Right after that, we see Kylo´s hand pick up the lightsaber, as the teasers of Oct. 8th showed. Behind his hand, we can see the feet of two praetorian guards, aka Snoke´s personal guards.

The bts trailer, various leaks and official photos have hinted that Snoke´s throne room is going to be bright red. So this will be where Snoke´s line takes place. I speculate that these scenes will occur in the first act of the film, since he still has his helmet on (and as I will mention later, his helmet gets destroyed, probably in the middle point of the film).

Cut to black and Snoke finishes his voiceover saying “Beyond that.... Something…truly special”. Cut to lil fangirl moment: Rian has made sure that the first 22 seconds of the trailer grab your attention like nothing else.

Now we see Rey igniting Luke´s lighstaber on Ach To, in the outfit she wore at the end of TFA. Therefore, this is right at the start of the film, where she starts training. She looks unsure at first but then determined. Next, Lucasfilm logo that gives every Star Wars fan huge chills.

A series of shots of the start of the film where Rey aproaches Luke and hands him his lightsaber *no pun intended*. She looks weary. He seems intrigued but very serious. She says in a voiceover: “something inside me has always been there, but now its awake”

She is evidently talking about the force. The interesting part is the “but now it´s awake”. Of course she can be refering to the awakening of TFA, but if one of our predictions is true, it could refer to the force bond with Kylo Ren. However, as she formed said bond in TFA, it might not be, since it hasn´t been there “always”.

We see the shots of Rey weilding the lighstaber again, just like in the teasers. Now, this next shot is extremely intriguing. We see the stone ground on Ach To CRACK and it pans up to Luke´s face shocked, right behind Rey force meditating.

Rey obviously just cracked the heck out of ancient stone with her force powers while meditating. THAT is impressive, if I do say so myself. Cut to her hand levitating the rocks and a close up of her face concentrating on meditation.

Now, hear this! Luke says: “I´ve seen this raw strength only once before” - cut to his robo-hand scrambling out of a pile of burning wood “it didn´t scare me enough then”. We see the shot of the burning jedi academy of Rey´s force vision in TFA. He is talking about Ben Solo´s raw strength. Refering to the time when he turned to the dark side and showed his true raw power and strength in the force.

“It does now” He finishes and turns around to go back into what seems like a cave on Ach To. I assume he is talking to Rey (as she just proved her untamed force strength). The next shot is Rey seemingly hanging onto a rock on Ach To, looking at Luke. She is desperate, confused and disappointed.

Now we briefly see a closeup of Kylo´s masked face. Followed by a shocking sequence. Kylo ren, unmasked, looks down at his helmet for a second and an extreme closeup of his pained eyes.

Then he smashes his lightaber with his bare hands and brute force against a wall.

His eyes show that he is very much still torn between the light and the dark. He is in pain and full of doubt. The shot of him looking down at his helmet is definitely reminiscent of Hamlet´s famous scene with the skull. It seems as though Kylo Ren is going through the same grieving as Hamlet.

Kylo Ren used the helmet to hide his humanity and his vulnerabilty from the world and separate himself as much as possible from Han Solo. Now, him breaking it has a lot of significance. He is metaphorically breaking up with that cowardly image of himself. Han Solo reminded him that he didn´t need that helmet in TFA. Personally, I believe this is the point where Kylo Ren has made peace with the notion. He no longer needs a helmet because there is no need to hide his humanity, who he is. He no longer will hide behing a mask, which means he embracing his true self.

Next, Kylo Ren´s TIE Silencer is being escorted by TIE Fighters. He is piloting, looks serious and determined.

He is an EXTREMELY SKILLED pilot by what the next couple of cgi shots show. Now, Leia, on a resistance ship. She looks seriously concerned and frightened.

Kylo´s thumb on the shooting button. Closeup of his face, he is doubting himself, he is on the verge of tears.

He cannot bring himself to press the button. Leia has a pleaing, doubtful expression but there is hope in her eyes. You can see that she still has a glimmer of hope that her son wont pull the trigger but...

Now, the “this christmas” title card.

Kylo Ren´s voiceover goes : “Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That´s the only way to become what you are meant to be.”

His voiceover sounds ominous. They want us to believe that Kylo Ren is going to shoot Leia´s resistance ship. I think Snoke has tasked him to destroy everything that has to do with his past, to become his “true self” and to fully embrace his dark side power. However, Kylo thinks he must do kill the past, to become what he is meant to be, but does he really know who he is meant to be? That is my question. All of that voiceover directly contradicts what we can see in that sequence where he flies the TIE.

I truly believe Kylo ren will not kill his mother, Leia Organa. However, it is most likely that Snoke has given him the orders. Therefore, he will be in serious trouble when he does not carry through with Snoke´s orders. I speculate this will happen in the midpoint of the film. This is called, in script/literature terms, the point of no return. He will make the decision not to kill her because he simply cannot completely cut ties with his family, with HIS MOTHER! He stilll loves her, he has compassion for her. She has hope in him. They still have a mother-son bond that is unbreakable.

After this no-return point, he will have to change sides… and fast. He will not return alive if he goes back to Snoke´s throne room. Moreover, his scar, covered with a bacta strip, helps to pin point the different sections of the film. At this point, his scar hasn´t healed yet ( and it will by the end of the film, which means this happens long before the ending.)

Next, we get shots of the Millenium Falcon flying through a gorgeous tunnel filled with (what looks like) minerals and precious stones, being chased by TIE fighters.

We see Chewie flying in the cockpit with a Porg that imitates him (adooorable).

Then a shot of Poe in a ship, looking outside a glass wall. He is startled and the ship is moving harshly, so I assume they have been hit in a space battle.

A closeup of his eyes while fying in his X-wing. He has a closeup where he looks very very serious, determined and brave, with a subtle rage in his eyes.

He says off and on screen: “we have a spark, that will the light the fire, that will burn the First Order down”. If you ask me, that is an A+ quote and I would totally wear a tshirt with that text printed on it.

Okay so now, the Finn vs Phasma showdown that John and Gwen have been teasing. It looks absolutely fantastic and epic.

Phasma looks as deadly as ever and Finn seems very strong, healthy and brave af!

I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS BATTLE!

Then, there are more shots of a huge space battle with many explosions and BB8 getting a lil bit electrecuted (but he´s fine).

Now, NOW, shit goes down for real! Luke is down on the floor, in the rain, in a menacing and threatening tone he says: “this is not going to go… the way you think!” I think he is talking to either Rey here tbqh.

Based on some leaks that came out last year (while they were shooting and I was not avoiding spoilers like the plague lol) there is going to be a confrontation between Luke and Rey and Kylo at some point on Ach To. Although, we dont know exactly when, I am speculating this will happen at the start of the second act, after Kylo is on Ach To and before Rey leaves. Perhaps Kylo will have to leave under Snoke´s orders or because he wants to pursue Rey as a teacher. (Or maybe both, since Snoke asked Kylo to bring Rey to him)

Then a far away of Leia, far away and then a close up, on Crait. The planet where the final battle is speculated to occur. The far away shot just shows how lonely she is. How, in the midst of such a hard battle, nobody in her family is there (YET, because I think Ben Solo will be with her in the end but thats just imo).

The last 20 seconds of trailer are seriously mind-boggling.

Rey falls or jumps into water. It seems to be in an entrance of the sea to a cave on a cliff of Ach To (cave with water: confirmed, near the sea on a cliff : not confirmed).

She gets out from the water, Luke watches her get up. She is still in her first outfit. This is early on in the film, during training I assume.

Finn is in his undercover outfit in the First Order base, looking focused and ready for a battle (and he is looking very handsome, if I do say so myself). We see a huge base full of TIE fighters, stormtroopers and First Order vehicles. More shots of the battle on Crait with the AT-ATs and TIE Fighters on the FO side. And new awesome ships on the Resistance side.

Now for the grand finale that got my hands and arms shaking, tears streaming down my cheeks, me screaming without any self control at 3am.

We see Snoke, hand with the accusing fingers pointing at someone…

who is REVEALED TO BE REY! STRAINING AND SCREAMING IN AGONY AND PAIN AS SNOKE TORTURES HER IN MID AIR WITH THE FORCE!! If people really think that Kylo´s interrogation of Rey in TFA was “too cruel” or “abuse”, they should watch this and rethink how in the heck they interpreted TFA. Because this shit right here. THAT IS ABUSE! Just pure evil, cruel, inhumane torture and abuse!

Over these last five shots Snoke said on a voiceover: ��Fullfill your destiny”. I assume this is at Rey. However, it could also be directed towards Kylo considering what he said about having to kill the past to become wo he is meant to be.

On the more technical side of things, the cinematography, musical score and effects in this are beyond any and all expectations. Every single composition of every frame of every shot is perfectly designed and the music….well.. John Williams is John Williams, its really awe-inspiring to say the least.

Lastly, LASTLY…. the last scene.. goes like this: Rey says “I need someone to show me my place in all of this” We see a closeup of her face. She is talking to……………..

Kylo Ren. A closeup of his face. He is understanding, with a soft expression. He is listening to what she has to say. And then…… and THEN……… the shot that got the loudest scream of all from me:

Kylo Ren extends his hand towards Rey.

I know many of you will be skeptical and say that this might not be the same scene or he might not be even with Rey. But after repeating this image over and over and over, I have decided to follow my instincts and say that: Yes, Kylo Ren is extending his hand towards Rey and yes, this is same scene. Also, I trust that Rian is smarter than to put such a huge red herring at the very core of this trailer. He knows that this is what the story of the Force hinges on, that he can´t mess that up and this scene proves it.

I will go more into detail in another post when I have time to sleep, rewatch the trailer fifty times and speculate with a fresh mind. It is now 7:40am and I have just finished writing this and I´m off to get my TLJ TICKETS! What a time to be alive!

PS: I´m obviously not sure how the timeline of every single scene/shot it will play out bc Im not up to date on leaks or spoilers and nor do I want to be, Im happy speculating with the lil tid bits of info I accidentally read, so no spoilers please and thank.

#the last jedi trailer #reylo is canon #reylo is endgame #the last jedi speculation #the last jedi predictions #pre tlj receipts #rian is a reylo hero #reylo #rey #kylo ren

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diamondnokouzai · 7 years ago

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oc master post for the earlier anon

long under the cut

BERNARD

bernard is the fourth child (2x twins) of a farmer.. his father and twin sister died in a hunting accident when he was three,

the first set of twins were aasimar, and 6 years older than bernard and his twin sister georgia. they both left when bernard was 6, but not before teaching him celestial

so he grew up with only his mother. his mother went through a lot of stuff after that, which resulted in, in order,

half-elf triplets (two girls and a boy) (misky (f) tayze (f) and beauregard (m))

a gold dragonborn foster child (cotalla)

a half-drow son (drixben)

tiefling twins (a girl and a boy) (diana (f) and johann (m))

a halfling stepchild (jessie, but theyre the same age as the triplets)

a half-orc daughter (tarora)

these kids didnt start coming around until bernard was six. so bernard’s mom (molly) had nine children over the course of nine and a half years, and then when bernard is sixteen, his mother dies because of a terrible illness. so now heres bernard, who had a steady boyfriend, and now bernard has nine children, all under the age of ten, two are under the age of five, and he just. he cant be dating right now. so instead, he joins the guards of sarenrae (essentially the army, bc bernard’s country is devoted to sarenrae) because the guards get a good pay and their children get a good education

(the thing is, though, bernard’s mother died surrounded by all of her children except for bernard, who only stepped away for a minute to get her a glass of water and she died while he was gone, and thats. thats the worst thing that’s ever happened to bernard)

so youve got bernard, who is quite possibly the kindest, sweetest guy in the world, hes a paladin of sarenrae, and every week he drags in his nine siblings to services, usually carrying five or six of them with the other three or four on toddler leashes so they dont wander off.

so bernard is just, doing the best he can, and five years after he joins the guard, he gets called away to go to war. hes got nine kids to take care of, only three are old enough to take care of the others, but misky, tayze, and beauregard are all much less trustworthy than bernard. they arent bad kids, by any mean, because they were raised by molly, who was the nicest woman in the world, and bernard, who is the nicest man in the world, so these are pretty nice kids. in game theyre considered to be chaotic good, but like. misky and beauregard arent above pickpocketing to survive, and tayze will only do things for his family.

bernard still goes, because bernard believes in sarenrae and believes in fighting the good fight. so he leaves the farm in the hands of the triplets and jessie, and after giving every single one of his kids a hug and a kiss, he goes out to fight the war. hes gone for three years.

when he comes back, tayze and misky are gone. all that beau and jessie will tell him is that the two of them are out on the ocean

(tayze and misky are pirates. they have shifted to chaotic evil and chaotic neutral, respectively. they make a good profit, and bernard’s hometown is fairly far inland, so they arent at great risk when they go home to visit, which they do once a year. they take tarora and the twins on a tour of the ship once and let them pretend to be part of the navy of sarenrae, even though the ship is very obviously a pirate ship.)

so now bernard is twenty-four, beau and jessie are eighteen. beau is terrible at farming, and he really doesnt like to do it, so beau moves to the middle of the nearest city and joins the thieves guild there. he does it on the DL tho bc bernard does not, precisely, approve of thievery. he tells bernard that he studies from the school of summoning (bc he summons things from other peoples pockets into his hands, and bc he makes things disappear) so bernard is very proud of beau. beau is proud of himself too, but he keeps lying about being a thief because bernard’s Disappointed look is a terrible thing to suffer. beau also has some fun with bands of roving thieves that try to attack the farm, because beau can use a scimitar like no ones business

jessie goes kind of the complete opposite direction. they leave the farm and head into the nearby woods, and they keep going north. they get to the northernmost part of the continent, and they just start. living there. so they become an ice druid, and they also get a moose companion that they name afeeha. jessie comes back south every so often, shows tarora and the twins how he can polymorph into a snowy owl. bernard is VERY proud of jessie for following his heart, and jessie is all ‘yes yes thank you, how are tayze misky and beau?’ because he is the ONLY one that knows everybodys secrets and he uses that to his distinct advantage

cotalla is fifteen at this point, and they go to a nearby city (not a big city or anything) and they join the bardic college there. they are very good at singing and playing the lute and other string instruments, but cannot play a wind instrument for the life of them. so cotalla becomes a bard of kord (the fightin’ god) and essentially, what that entails is cotalla sings a shitload of battle songs with the guards of sarenrae, and then gets nasty when the fighting gets to them. bernard is SO proud of cotalla, because cotalla kiiiiiiiiind of technically joined the military? and he really loves the guards of sarenrae, who helped give all his siblings basic education, so hes real proud that cotalla joined.

drixben, at this point, is thirteen, which is a bit young, honestly, for him to go to any college. he doesnt, really, actually, want to do much of anything. he visits beau sometimes, who is lying to everyone about being a wizard, so beau invites his warlock gf and bf over and lets them teach drixben about magic. this is a terrible idea, actually, because drixben kiiiiiiiind of sort of becomes a warlock. which, if you done know, is, like, he made a contract with an ancient bestial terror.

so beau and drixben are like, ‘okay, this is a Secret From Bernard’ (its mostly beau because he kind of ruined drixben, even though bernard would still love both of them) so now drixben has warlock powers but he doesnt really ever use them. so now drixben is kind of having. problems. with his powers.

diana and johann (yo-hahn, yes these two and bernard are the only ones in the world with normal names) are nine years old. so they dont do much. u know. they still have to go with bernard wherever he goes bc those two would definitely burn down the house if left alone

tarora is eight years old, and is kind of in the same boat as the twins. the thing everyone asks when they come back to visit bernard is ‘where are tarora and the twins’. at this point its tarora-and-the-twins as one word, and, honestly neither tarora nor the twins like that.

so you have

tayze, chaotic evil half-elf pirate (who loves her big brother to death)

misky, chaotic neutral half-elf pirate (who loves her brother but also is less mean than her sister)

beauregard, chaotic good half-elf rogue

jessie, true neutral halfling ice druid

cotalla, chaotic good dragonborn bard

drixben, neutral good half-drow warlock

diana, ??? tiefling

johann, ??? tiefling

tarora, ??? half-orc

bernard is very satisfied with his life. however, its at this point that the current king, who was a SUPER good dude, dies and gets replaced. not by his daughter, who was a super awesome girl, but by his sister in law, who is not so phenomenal. she kind of ruins the country, and the guards of sarenrae TECHNICALLY serve the goddess sarenrae, so theyre like, i will not serve you. and the new queen is like, i will not force you. and then she takes their families captive and is like, but i recommend you do because otherwise your families will die.

the queen does not manage to nab all nine of bernard’s siblings. she does nab tarora, diana, johann, and drixben, whereas jessie is too much trouble to get, beau is too damned sneaky, misky and tayze are already technically wanted by the crown (but they use stage names, at first because they didnt want bernard to know about how bad they were being, but now theyre like ‘yes!! we knew this would happen we are so smart’), cotalla is actually in a foreign country fighting a war, and then when the war is over, theyre like ‘no thanks’ and they just. dont come back.

so bernard leaves the farm. he puts his ex in charge and now hes traveling the country, searching for his family. hes no longer part of the guards of sarenrae, but he still considers himself a paladin, except he hates the government.

so anyway thats bernard and i love him.

ZYRICK

zyrick is a huma bard and he is 19. he was sold by his human noble grandfather (one Ryxal Corriendone) at the age of two in order for the corriendone family to escape their debts. however, zyrick’s twin sister zyra (zigh-ra vs zee-rick) was kept with her family. zyrick was sold to the master of a massive slave gladiator pit, known as Mr. Zalfroc. zyrick first became eligible for the fights at the age of 10, but managed to avoid the worst opponents by means of his skill with musical instruments. zyrick thus spent the majority of his time in the pits as a side attraction rather than a fighter, although he did not completely escape from the fights.

at the age of 17, zyrick finally ran away from the pits and mr. zalfroc in an effort to both find his family and to. well. yknow. escape the fucking gladiator pits.

after spending 15 years in an underground gladiator arena, zyrick kinda sorta hates nobles with all the hate in his body. both because mr. zalfroc constantly reminded him of what his family did, and also because of what he saw of nobles in the pits. he works REALLY REALLY hard to move past it though, because he wants to meet his family and he wants to know whats up with them and to tell them that he forgives them.

but he doesnt really know? where it is? and so he just wanders around, staying far away from mr. zalfroc’s circle of influence, and then some girl (who looks too much like him) runs up to him, with a bunch of her allies with her because shes got her own adventuring party, and she explains that she is zyra corriendone the second and that hes her twin brother, and he kinda gets tugged along with this girl to the corriendone estate, and its kind of a spooky affair, with zyra the second and zra the first (their mother) and ryxal corriendone, and their mother is a little lost after the trauma of losing her son, and ryxal is a little lost because hes old, but they both come into it when zyrick enters the estate.

and zyra i explains that hes her son, her beloved son, and then theres drama with ryxal and zyrick runs because he does NOT trust angry adult men. and zyra runs after him, and tries to explain that everythings alright, that he can live with them now and they can be family now, but then zyrick just explodes with all his anger. “they fucking kept you, zyra, but i wasnt fucking good enough. they took me away from my mother and my father- do i even fucking have a father? no, i fucking doubt it- but they kept you, they loved you, you got to grow up in this fancy fucking house reading your fucking books and taking fucking music lessons and praying to fucking pelor once a fucking week and wearing your stupid fucking pretty fancy clothes. and guess how i grew up? i fucking killed people, ive killed people and i bet youve never so much as gotten a fucking hangnail. i taught myself everything i fucking know and i clawed myself up from the mud more than once and i saw the worst fucking parts of you people, and i hate it. and you can never make me be one of you. im not a fucking blueblood.” and he runs.

and thats not really fair, because zyra ii has her own issues with growing up, but zyrick doesnt care about being fair when hes talking to his silver spoon sister.

zyrick very much puts up an airheaded, kinda stupid/floaty/happy-go-lucky personality, but rest assured: he is thinking about murdering you. every soft half-smile and chord strummed on his lute? thats him stabbing you in his mind. and he will kill you with great pleasure.

JYNXLUCK

jynxluck is a young-ish drow warlock and shes absolutely nuts. i mean off her fuckin rocker. mostly thats because she was kidnapped from her village by ghaunadaur-worshipping elves who decided to torture her into seeing visions of the future because of the drows rumored genetic dark magic. and then one day she woke up in captivity and discovered all of the elves were dead, and shes now on a quest to find whoever did that and thank them graciously. she is also chaotic evil and does everything in her power to make her visions come true. this often backfires.

jynxluck is chaotic evil, as opposed to bernard being lawful good and zyrick being chaotic good.

also jynxluck does not lie. shes kind of a fae creature in that trickery and wordplay is fine but lying? lying is uncool and the worst. but she will kill people when she thinks things are going badly. she is c-r-a-z-y. but no lying also means that jynxluck WILL tell you what she thinks of you. shes like a much worse-organized GLaDOS.

oh also she hates all wood elves and take a guess why.

#.aphelion #.txt #dnd

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thedegenerateasexual · 7 years ago

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another big old fuckin rape warning jfc

incest warning too i guess? lmao this book

AN ENTIRE FLASHBACK CHAPTER im not ready

four days after the first encounter and kate hasn't made another move - "But she hadn't moved from the lifeguard perch all week, hadn't even spoken to him. She'd just watched him like a hawk, gaze trained on him, as he'd stroked through the water. One by one the other swimmers had left, and he'd remained behind, torn between disappointment that she hadn't done it again, and complete and utter relief that she was staying away from him."

and then she does: "He swam lap after lap beneath her scrutiny. Then, just as he did one last flip-kick and headed for the stairs in the shallow end, he felt the vibration of her approach in the water. And then she was swimming alongside him. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know what else to do except to keep swimming. What was he supposed to do? ... He thought about all those human, adult things that he hadn't done, that she obviously had—get a job, have a car..."

so then they stop swimming, and she takes his hand:

She smiled at him, much more shyly than he would have expected. She looked down, then peered up at him through her lashes.

"What you must think of me," she murmured.

His heart was pounding so hard he was sure that she could hear it. He had no idea what to say to her, and he also had no idea how to get out of the pool without embarrassing himself.

Except . . . he didn't want to get out of the pool. He wanted to kiss her.

"There's something about you," she whispered. "I've been thinking about you all week. I tried to stay away. I mean, you're a student and I'm . . . well, I'm not a teacher. But I'm close. To being a teacher."

She swirled her fingers through the water. "And this really isn't my style, you know? I don't come on to men like this."

Men. She thought of him as a man. He licked his lips, completely tongue-tied.

what kills me about this is that this is what he does in the show when confronted with kate, or other things that make him uncomfortable (jennifer) - when derek can't think of the right thing to say he goes dead fucking silent. he just plain stops talking. & i'm like devasated at the idea that it's a lifelong habit

and then, this is the most manipulative part:

"I wish you'd say something," she murmured. "I'm kind of dying right about now. I'm sorry if I misread your intentions. I won't bother you again."

His intentions? Misread them? He was baffled. But then he thought about all the looks he had thrown her way. How he'd glanced up at the lifeguard tower every time he'd made a turn to head down the lane. Maybe he had been sending out signals.

THAT'S TEXTBOOK GASLIGHTING JESUS CHRIST HE'S SIXTEEN

it gets worse! she "assumes" he has a girlfriend and pretends to be all shocked when he says he doesn't because he's "so handsome and all" and then says "look this is happening in such an awkward way i dont mean to crowd you im just drawn to you i cant rly explain it" exCUSE me oh my god and then adds "but i don't want you to think i'm just after, well, YOU KNOW" THAT'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE but he's sixteen and never had a girlfriend so he doesn't know any better!!!!

so she asks if he wants to go for coffee and show her around and then adds "we'd have to be careful bc outsiders wouldn't understand" i'm pretty sure they'd understand just fine :///

like i knew it was like this but im still so outraged on his behalf jesus

and he's thinking about how he doesn't know any coffee places in beacon hills bc he spends most of his time out of the community but SHE says:

"I think we're both having the same thought," she murmured. "Privacy."

Privacy, as in being careful not to be seen together while they were hanging out? Or privacy as in . . . oh, God, was she serious?

"So we can get to know each other." She pondered a moment. "Would you think I was too forward if I invited you to my apartment? Just for coffee?"

and he's like panicking running through his options bc he wants to go but he's supposed to meet laura and there's only one car - she offers to drive him home, and oh, wouldn't she just love to know where the hale house is - but eventually he just says he needs to check in with his sister first - and she's like, "laura hale? oh dont be startled i made some discreet inquiries about you" and it doesn't trip his creep radar bc he doesn't have any life experiences but holy fuck that's like right next door to stalking

as an aside i don't like how they use wolf as a verb in this book it's weird - he began to wolf, his eyesight wolfed - like nah. no thanks

uhhhhh so derek asks laura to pick him up in 3 hours and she's like "whats in it for me" and he's like "i wont tell dad i saw you frenching josh" JOSH THEIR COUSIN??

the exact words were josh was peter's sister-in-law's kid

that's, uh

i mean that means peter's brother's kid, then, right? which means laura and derek's blood cousin???? alright then

oh god kate came in the locker room in JUST A TOWEL while he was talking he can't get a minute away from her

laura's like "ur gonna go do something slutty with a human aren't you" THIS IS CONTRADICTING SEASON 1 CANON LOL derek never told anybody about kate! laura is super weird in this book if my 16yo little brother was about to go sleep with a teacher i would never be so chill about it

Oh, sweetie, getting your attention is like shooting fish in a barrel, Kate thought as she drove Derek in her car to her apartment. It was across the street from a bar, which, from her point of view, was convenient for when she wanted to hang out with the grown-ups. She was wearing a pair of jeans, heeled boots, and a black low-cut cashmere sweater. I can practically hear you slobbering. It's like you're a big puppy dog and I am a juicy steak.

this dialogue.......

i wasn't like, having the worst time reading this book, it wasn't actually that bad, but jesus

oh my god

"The thrill of this new hunt raced through her. The euphoria of the chase. She never, ever got tired of dangling herself in front of males of all kinds. It was no accident that in ancient Greece, the deity in charge of the hunt was a goddess—Artemis. Beside her, Derek "Aquaman" Hale had his head resting on the back of the seat and his eyes closed. He was really good-looking. This was not going to be the most difficult thing she'd ever done in her life."

good GOD

so she offers him a drink, and starts with coffee, but quickly escalates to wine: "I like to have a little something to unwind after I'm at the pool, you know? Lucky thing I live across the street from a bar." She said that to goose him a little, remind him she was a woman, with a woman's needs.

and that he's sixteen.

now she's talking about how she doesn't even know if derek and the hales are the wolf pack she's looking for: She had her orders, but she had to be sure. Kill werewolves, and you were a hero. Kill people, and you were a mass murderer. The group she was involved with had detected werewolf activity in Beacon Hills, and she just had a feeling about the Hales. Of course, there were several other large families in the area that might make up the pack she was seeking. Derek's furtiveness and hesitation might have nothing to do with her assignment. There were reasons other than being a werewolf for not wanting to bring home someone who was way too old for you. It hadn't dawned on him to question the motives of a pretty woman who was coming on to him. He believed what he chose to believe.

apparently she has some tragic backstory w/ this? "Menwerewolves and humanswere so simple. They always assumed you wanted them. Some fat man on a couch burping and watching cage matches? Oh, yeah, you wanted him. A guy who threw you around the room and accused you of cheating on him? Oh, yeah, you wanted him. Like a hole through your heart. But the good one? The one that you really did want? A flash of rage roared through Kate, but she kept it at bay. She could feel it trying to take over, like a wolf scratching at her door. Rage was not her enemy. Rage got the job done. In ancient Greece—land of Lycoan, said to be the first werewolf—men who pissed off the goddess Artemis were ripped to shreds by her hunting dogs. Several times a day, Kate dreamed about ripping various people to shreds. Of course, she never acted on it. She left that for others much less able to control their savagery." see, like, if derek wasn't 16, i could buy bad men in her life leading her to want to use men like this, but derek is a boy and she talks continuously about how innocent he is, so like...no slide

i know i'm just doing a lot of copypasta rn but it speaks for itself: "She watched as Sweetie Derek politely moved a packing carton off her sofa and sat down. What a body. Still boyish, but with the sweet promise of a truly splendid man. If she was right about the Hales, Derek would never become a man. Just as he wasn't really a boy. He was a monster hidden inside a human disguise." that aligns pretty well with the "they're all just a bunch of dumb animals to me" shit she talks in 1.11, also, "Sweetie Derek," this is so horrible

she finally pours them wine and leans against the counter to "give him a view" - "She waited for his response. He was staring at her body. Wanting her. Intimidated by her. She loved it." like this is SO BAD AND EXPLICIT she really does just love that he's young and unsure it's FUCKED

so then we switch to derek pov, and they eat like a light lunch of sandwiches with a long awkward silence, and he does a lot of internal monologuing about how cool it would be if she could come home and meet his family and be her mate

which like...i know how teenagers are but he met her five days ago. tbh real grooming, which is definitely what she's doing, takes longer than that, but i guess we were going for brevity here lol

(in this book derek's dad is the alpha? but in season 3 talia is, so i guess they changed werewolves then to be matriarchial like hunters)

like, she's asking him questions about himself - lucky number, favorite color - she asks him if he believes in fate. he keeps clamming up and she keeps trying to get him to talk so she finally asks about his swimming and he blurts out that there's just so much pressure, even though he can't really tell people about his "double life" and she like IMMEDIATELY responds with "yeah ofc there is hs is so rough like the ppl you have to hang out with some are still like babies and some are all rown up and ready for the real world like you" like...this is classic grooming techniques

and he's like flattered and think she's mega hot but he's also really nervous, and when she leans into his space and asks if he's ready: "He set down his sandwich. His heart was about to burst out of his chest. His body was quivering and trembling. He felt as if he were burning up." and he does say yes so i assume they banged but THANK god the chapter cut to black

#teen wolf #on fire #personal #long post #sorry i copypasta'd like everything #kate argent #derek hale #rape w

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