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rebel robin: surviving the upside down
chapter one: the disappearance of robin buckley
(check out this really cool art by my beloved pal mj @silvereyedsankta here)
It looks like her house, like her backyard, but it’s…different. Reversed. Bizarro. Upside down, her brain supplies. Flakes, reminiscent of ash or snow, fill the air. Everything is dark, a weird, blue hue painting everything around them. Tentacles—squelching and pulsating and living—cover the ground and the walls and anything that has a semblance of a flat surface. The air feels thin and thick at the same time, like there’s not enough oxygen but there’s too much pressure to breathe it in. Robin and the Byers kid share a singular, similar, worried look. We aren’t in Hawkins anymore.
#stranger things#robin buckley#rebel robin: surviving the upside down#it's hereeeeeeee#well. one chapter of it is.#ronance#ronance doesn't happen yet i am so sorry it will be... A While...#also wanted to try something different other than the moodboards hehe#🫣🫣#nancy wheeler#<- she also hasn’t shown up yet but she will soon#and she did in the prequel#so
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i’m still just thinking about how in apocalypse the thing that stops magneto from destroying the world is an edit of charles just seeing the good in him.
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not even his DEAD wife and daughter?
or maybe mutants from the brotherhood?
nope. charles
#i wonder if magda had to just deal with her husband bringing up this old friend of his#but like i love magda though she didn’t deserve to be fridged that quickly 💔😢#the writers failed in giving these guys beard they’re still gay af#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#magneto#moira caused most of the problems in this movie anyway#and yet charles is now randomly somewhat obsessed and checks in everynow and then?#girl she’s technically the reason ur bald and paralyzed#bro did not look interested when they kissed in fc#IF SHES GONNA BE A LOVE INTEREST DONT DELETE THE SCENES WHERE THEIR RELATIONSHIP DEVELOP?#petition to remake the x men prequel but cheeik are actually on screen lovers#i’m rambling in the tags lol#who’s still not over their ex? cherik
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Fem!Kenobi design.
#obi wan kenobi#star wars#sw prequels#star wars fanart#fem!obi-wan#alternate universe#fem!kenobi design I did a really really long time ago#for a genderbent SW au. I even did all the others like Ahsoka and xanatos and satine and anakin#I forgot abt it lmao until recently#i gave her long hair bc like canon obi-wan had a beard so i thought she deserved it#for the drama and because i thought it was funny that if they were combined they form#Qui-gon Jinn's hairstyle#beard and hair respectively#she has it up most of the time esp during the war#but wears it down occasionally too
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You can turn 1 of your headcanons into canon in any media. What do you choose?
Ahsoka can’t stand to look at Luke. She’ll never tell him this. It doesn’t make sense for her, a Jedi, to resent him. He saved the galaxy. He brought back Vader. He’s Skyboy, he’s her not-really-nephew. And yes, she loves him and wishes the best for him. How could she not? Yet, every time she looks at him she can only think about how he saved Anakin. About how this stranger that her master never knew meant more than his apprentice, than his sister, than her. What did she do wrong to make Anakin shove her away? Was it her fault? What’s wrong with her. How can she make it better? But in the end it’s all the past, and anguish and anger will only get her so far.
So she smiles at him because yes, she loves him. How could she not? He saved Anakin. He saved Anakin because she couldn’t.
also the acolyte isnt cannon
#My hc is that Ahsoka is caught betweenself-hatred for her failure to save Anakin#and her gratitude that he did.#Does this make sense?#Eh whatever#and I’m not saying she hates him#Just that it’s a strange mix#Anyways thank you so much Anon! Really love asks#they push me to be more creative#thx for the ask!#thx for asking#askbox#asks#my asks#ahsoka tano#star wars ahsoka#star wars#tcw#my thoughts#jedi#anakin skywalker#star wars anakin#prequels#survivors guilt#luke skywalker#Skywalker bullshit
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Me watching the prequel movies: "Padme's alright, but she's kind of boring and I don't care for her that much."
Me watching Clone Wars: "Padme Amidala could dropkick me, step on my neck, and spit in my face, and I would thank her. She is so cool and smart and I want to be her and also maybe be her assistant. She's a savvy politician who believes in peace but is not afraid to shoot a bitch if needed. Revenge of the Sith Anakin doesn't deserve her."
#star wars#star wars prequels#star wars the clone wars#sw tcw#padme amidala#sw prequels#sw padme#literally did not give a shit about her while watching the movies#then i watched the show and oh my god she is amazing#every time there was a padme episode i absolutely loved it and had an amazing time#actual girlboss#also now i can actually understand why she was so loyal to anakin even when he became a trainwreck#their relationship was imperfect but actually really sweet and i saw the chemistry#they felt like a power couple sometimes and really balanced each other out#and while anakin always had some aggressive tendencies#i understand how padme would be caught off guard and still love him/think she can change him#she's seen him at some of his low points and he bounced back so how is this different and why is he acting different?#it's actually really sad#i didn't care when she died while watching the prequels#but when i watched the show i'd suddenly feel really upset because i'd remember what's going to eventually happen to her#this strong and amazing woman would die of grief while giving birth after her husband betrayed her and that was heartbreaking#and then years later her planet would be destroyed by that very husband she had once loved so dearly#god damn it now i'm sad
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I love Obi-Wan and I know it's not his fault
But if I were Anakin…I would NEVER forgive Obi-Wan for Shmi’s death
#i might have turned to the darkside right then and there#i mean anakin kinda did considering what he did to the tuskins…#but seriously if i had been having visions of my mom being tortured and obi wan told me I couldn’t go and see if she was alright#and then when I eventually got to her she died like two seconds later#i would immediately come the the conclusion that i could have saved her if i had been allowed to go earlier#and forever hold a grudge against whatever or whoever stopped me#like yeah obi wan was just following the rules#but i wouldn’t care..id blame him 100%#especially if i was the same level of emotional mess aotc anakin was#my ability to think rationally would be completely destroyed#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#shmi skywalker#attack of the clones#aotc#star wars#star wars attack of the clones#star wars prequels#padawan anakin#sw attack of the clones#star wars episode ii: attack of the clones#kate's post
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I saw this image on my dash the other day but in a different context and I just couldn’t stop thinking about this so I made it
#tfw you accidentally doomed the danceverse just because you wanted to dance with a pretty human woman#oopsie daisy#just dance#just dance incorrect quotes#just dance night swan prequel#just dance traveler#just dance the traveler#just dance si’ha nova#Save Your Tears:#clearly she did in fact want him carnally
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the obiwan/anakin ship is absolutely crazy not only because they met when anakin was NINE and obiwan was TWENTY-FIVE but also because of their very obvious sibling dynamic
there is a twelve year age gap between me and my youngest sister, I’m a taxpayer while she’s decorating paper turkeys for thanksgiving. anakin was learning how to tie his shoes while obiwan was in the jedi government
both of us have premature grey hairs because this nine year old who we were entrusted with (due to poor judgment honesty) has no concept of personal wellbeing or safety
#I turn away for two seconds and she’s on top of the highest surface she could find yelling at me to watch her jump off#and you expect me to believe that not only did anakin not do that to obiwan#but then obiwan was ATTRACTED to him a decade later??#FOUL#star wars prequels#star wars#obiwan kenobi#anakin skywalker
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uhhhh fuck caption here
#she looks so afraid#I tried very hard to not make her look afraid and it did not work#star wars#star wars prequels#prequel trilogy#star wars prequel trilogy#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#clone wars#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#padme naberrie#anidala#my art
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hey remember that one time they were detectives or something. yeah me neither
#revue starlight#mayakuro#mykr#tendo maya#saijou claudine#maya tendo#claudine saijou#revstar#shoujo kageki revue starlight#revue starlight relive#starira#i really like hikari's chapter in the prequel manga. but also why did she give futaba that moustache.#my art
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Nothing in Star Wars will be funnier to me than Padmé telling Anakin they can't be together while wearing a tight black corset dress after they just had a romantic meal while in a dark room with only a fireplace as a light source
#I'm convinced to this day that she planned all of this so that he would say no and she could just go#welp i sure did try!#like... girl WHAT#padme amidala#prequel trilogy#star wars#mari just saying things
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Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)
I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.
-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-
In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.
Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.
Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.
Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).
The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).
After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.
I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.
Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.
No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.
#i have very mixed feelings about Papy Lupin Original Flavour#cuz you see in the first books he was pretty much like his grandson#a charming little bastard; smug as hell but also charming enough to make up for it#like. an ego the size of the eiffel tower but it's highly deserved#if he robbed me i would just thank him#you wanna punch him in the face but like. lovingly#then around The Hollow Needle he started acting weird#and after that his ego grew into a god complex the size of the eiffel tower and he just lost all the charm#like. just a huge dick honestly.#i thought that was a logical evolution after (SPOILER FOR THE HOLLOW NEEDLE) his wife got brutally murdered in front of his eyes#mere HOURS after they got married and he gave up his whole career as a thief for her#which would be an understandable evolution#but no he's also retroactively an asshole in The Countess of Cagliostro which is a prequel#i guess leblanc just decided 'lupin's a dick now'#which sucks#but on the other hand it's very funny to kinda hate-read The Countess of Cagliostro#i was honestly rooting for Joséphine for most of the book#she is fucking insane which is exactly what raoul/lupin deserve#you know that Mountain Goats song 'no children' ?#'hand in unloveable hand; i hope you die i hope with both die'#or that post that says 'i don't ship them they're too toxic / well i hope they kill each other mid-fuck'#well that's me with them#just reading on to see how many more life-ruining decisions raoul can bodily throw himself at#also leblanc did joséphine dirty!!!!!!!!#LET MY GIRL BE EVIL FOR GOD'S SAKE#none of that 'her fragile feminine nature' and fainting after murdering someone because deep down she can't bear her own cruelty#what the fuck#let her be genuinely unhinged!! let her bash raoul's head in with a meat hammer!!!!#(yes that is something that she tried to do)#anyway. justice for Joséphine Balsamo. god forbid women do anything
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coming out as the number 1 monix monosix whatever HATER. THEY ARE 9 YEARS OLD AND THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS.
(WARNING THE TAGS ARE JUST ME RAMBLING OMG IF YOURE NOT A LN FAN IGNORE THIS POST SORRY I HAVE THE LN TISM. mawtism. if u will.)
#little nightmares#i am struggling so bad cos why does everyone ship these children#THEY LITERALLY HAVE NO ONE BUT EACHOTHER AND THEYRE TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN WHO NEED FRIENDS NOT ROMANCE.#GRRRAAAAAHH#but i do think their dynamic as FRIENDS as ALLIES is really nice#on a seperate note can someone explain to me why people think six is the lady like a genuine reason cos i feel like it doesnt make sense bu#then where did she go after the end of ln1?#i feel like we need a sequel to the first game cos so far we've had 2 prequels and i needa know what happens after.#praying ln3 ends up coming after ln1 cos otherwise like... is it before vln or maybe after vln?#idk cos that would change the timeline theories#phoenix yaps#mawtism
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trc au - drive
Leo leaned his forehead against the door. Remembered the vision of Frank. Frank as a ghost, bathed in ethereal flames. Burning forever.
If you kiss your true love, he will die.
Leo picked up the phone, dialed without trying to think too hard. Frank answered. “Valdez?”
“Frank. Can you pick me up?”
“Yes! Yeah.” He sounded worried. “Are you okay?”
No, Leo wanted to say, but he wasn’t hurt or anything and he didn’t want to worry Frank. He settled on something simple, keeping his head against the wood of the door. “I just...I can’t be home right now. If you’re not doing anything-” He let the words hang.
“I’ll come by, I’m not busy.” Leo heard muffled movement from Frank’s end. “Did you see Hazel this afternoon?”
Silence. Only the crackling of the line. Then Leo said, “Can we talk about something else?”
A month and a half ago he would have said nothing, because Frank very clearly had feelings for Hazel and very clearly thought Leo was a shithead. Four weeks ago he would have said nothing because Frank was mad at Hazel and trying to hide it, and Leo wanted to be nowhere near the inevitable eruption. Three weeks ago Leo wasn’t sure if he and Frank were even really friends. Two weeks ago even, they were, but Hazel was still Frank’s older friend, the one who was there first, the one who would win the friend group when she and Leo’s whatever had imploded.
Now Leo didn’t know if Frank and Hazel were still friends at all. And after this afternoon, he didn’t know if Hazel would ever speak to him again.
The quiet static hissed for another long moment. Frank said, “I’ll be there in five.”
Leo waited on the curb, knees hunched towards his chest, trying to think of nothing at all. The air was humid, breezeless, almost oppressively tense. Mosquitos hummed and whined. Frank made it in four, a knight in shining Volvo. He pushed open the door and tossed the keys at Leo.
“Yeah?” he asked, surprised.
“You need it,” Frank said seriously.
Both Frank and Leo struggled with carsickness, but Leo could typically withstand Frank’s cautious driving. Frank would also give Leo shotgun recently, despite Leo having way shorter legs than Reyna. This had made Reyna like Leo even less, if possible. Oh well.
Leo took it easy on the way out of Jo and Emmie’s neighborhood, kept the speed of the road past the residential areas, but the second the empty streets straightened out he hit the gas and held it. Instead of grimacing, which Leo was watching for, Frank rolled down his window and held on. Under the streetlights over head, appearing in flashes and bursts, Frank’s white T-shirt practically glowed. Looking ahead at the road, eyes narrowed against the wind, he held none of his normal awkwardness. He had all the solidity of a tree trunk, a thousand year old boulder.
Frank reached forwards toward the radio, turning it on and skipping past the dad rock station Leo had laughed at him for liking. Settled on something more interesting, with a heavy bassline that matched the rumble of the center strip beneath Leo’s feet.
“How was Canada?” Leo asked. Neither he nor Reyna had been invited. He was annoyed about it deep down, so he was sure Reyna was madder. Neither of them had voiced it, to his knowledge. He kept the annoyance tamped down, tough - he’d already used all his words on the topic on Hazel earlier. Now he was just curious about Frank’s family home.
Frank frowned in the corner of Leo’s eye. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about Hazel.”
“I don’t,” Leo said. “I’ve just never been to Canada. Or met your family. How was it?”
Frank told him about the coniferous forests around his house, the national park he lived in the backyard of, and grizzly bears and little red foxes that roamed nearby. Then he talked about downtown Vancouver, the places he’d hang out as a kid. Seafood by the harbor and a trip to Seattle, once. He talked about his grandma conscripting him into kitchen duty, described how homesick the food made him.
Leo listened. Before Jo and Emmie, he’d been a foster kid for six years. Before that, he lived in a crappy part of one of the hottest cities in the country, but he missed his mom’s apartment there with an intensity that made his heart feel like it was withering away to ashes.
Whatever was replacing it was steelier, harder.
The tiny glow of the stereo lit Frank’s knees, the thick muscle in his calves, the sparse hair on his legs. The furrow of his brow, the finally-relaxed set to his shoulders. Leo stopped looking, checked back at the road. Then looked back at Frank.
“It sounds nice.” They had reached the mountains. Leo slowed down a little to drive uphill. “I mean it. I’m glad you went.”
He was, now. He had been mad that Frank left, but he wanted him to be happy.
“What did you get up to?” Frank asked.
“Oh, you know. Worked on the truck. Kissed Nico. I saw Reyna across the street and waved at her.”
“Liar.”
Leo was lying. About Reyna, who he hadn’t seen once.
“Me and Hazel are done, I think.” He hadn’t meant to say that. Not now?
Frank didn’t look at him, kept his voice neutral as he stared out the window. “I was never sure if you two actually got together or not.”
Do you still like her? Leo wanted to ask. He couldn’t. Everything was too loaded.
“I don’t know what we were doing. But we’re not anything now.”
He couldn’t say who had dumped who. The fight had gotten too heated for specifics.
Suddenly, Leo couldn’t stand it. He pulled the car over, and the lights of the city spread out before them. He slammed it into park.
“Well,” Frank said. “You got out of the house.”
Leo huffed a half-laugh. Drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Both of them stared out at the city. Leo reclined his seat a little, then realized that that action, in this context, felt more than a little illicit. Because Frank, still sitting up, was now above him, and staring down at him.
Leo stared back, now very self-conscious about being half-leaned back. He felt like he’d just ripped off his shirt. He wanted Frank to recline his own seat and rescue Leo from this feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin.
Frank swallowed. Leo still didn’t move, just looked back up at him.
Then Frank grimaced and shook his head, turning his head away. His ears were red. Now he was awkward. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t...”
“It’s cool,” Leo said. He had absolutely no clue if it was cool. He thought it might not have been, actually. He rolled sideways to face Frank so that he wasn’t feeling quite so vulnerable.
Frank swallowed again, then sniffled. “I don’t know if we’re still gonna be friends.” He wasn’t talking about Leo. “I’m scared she hates me right now.”
“She doesn’t, man.” Leo might have been lying, and he was fairly sure that Hazel hated him right now. But Hazel and Frank were different. “She thinks you’re hot shit. A fight won’t change that.”
Frank’s voice was small. Defeated. “This thing is...it’s so much bigger than us, and she wants to take it on by herself. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix it.”
Leo couldn’t answer that. He’d gone out with Hazel to avoid his prophetically-ordained male true love. He probably shouldn’t give others advice. He’d been wrong about Hazel, wrong about Frank.
Frank had seemed so bumbling and insecure at first. Leo thought it was nearly unforgivable for someone to have access to all that money and strength and potential and still not know what to do with themselves. He had been mean to Frank in a way that made him squirm now. Then again, Frank had been nasty right back. So Leo had allied himself firmly with Hazel.
Before Hazel had made a deal with a creepy primordial entity that would sometimes seize her mind and soul.
“I don’t know either,” Leo said to Frank. He exhaled. “All this stuff she was seeing was scaring me.” Hazel had scared him. And the way she buttoned up every single thing - her silence didn’t scare Leo, no matter how ominous it became. It just worried him, but Hazel had made it very, very clear that he should keep that to himself.
Frank hunched forward. “I just want her to be okay,” he muttered. “I can’t stand it when she’s hurting.”
Leo watched his profile. If he reached-
No.
There was no way to go through here without wounding somebody. Hazel was hurting. Leo was hurting. Frank was hurting.
If he did what he wanted to do, here, now, would Frank survive it?
No.
Leo checked the backseat in the mirror, wondering for a second if some spectral Hazel would be there, if she could materialize like Nico did. He did not want the presence of her here. He wanted to be able to be her friend, or her boyfriend, in something that wasn’t going to blow up. Something that wouldn’t be ruined.
Or, as he watched Frank, something that wouldn’t be a betrayal. Destroy three friendships for the price of one.
He wondered if Hazel and Frank had actually hooked up last year. If he’d been crushing on not just Hazel’s best friend but her ex boyfriend, or at least ex something. Nico didn’t even know, because he’d made a face when Leo had asked and said he made a point of not finding out.
Frank scrubbed a hand over his face. “God. This is miserable.”
“And you’re usually such a ray of sunshine,” Leo said, ducking away when Frank swiped a hand at him.
“I wish we could just...” Leo flapped both hands at the windshield. “Get a redo. Through this car.” The city kept glowing beneath them. Leo would forgive any billionaire all their crimes if one invented a flying car that he could have.
“Did I get one with you?” Frank asked.
Leo snorted. “You know I actually wasn’t mad at you, right? I was messing with you.”
“You got me.” Frank smiled for the first time all night. “Easy target, though.”
“Very.” Leo smiled too, almost helplessly. For once, he wasn’t fidgeting, wasn’t wandering off.
Frank looked at Leo’s mouth.
Never, thought Leo. Never. He couldn’t know if Frank was his true love or if he’d wake up tomorrow feeling nothing towards him. So he couldn’t kiss him.
A ghost on fire, a boy built like a man, his face obscured by the flame.
Who are you? Fai.
Burning, burning.
Frank reached forward. Touched Leo on the cheek.
Leo stopped breathing. Imagined that his face was combusting with heat.
His other hand. His other cheek. Frank was looking right at him. Leo could nearly hear his own blood sloshing through his heart, quickening, hurting his chest.
He wanted to push Frank away. He wanted to pull Frank on top of him. He reached up and wrapped his hand around Frank’s wrist, not tugging or shoving, just leaving it there.
Frank leaned towards him, and Leo finally flinched. “You can’t.”
“I won’t.” Frank was still looking at him. “Trust me, I won’t.”
Leo hesitated, then nodded. Frank leaned in until they were chest to chest, cheek to cheek - Frank was as red as Leo imagined he was himself, which was a little vindicating. Leo reached up, touched his neck, then moved his arms up behind it, around Frank’s shoulders. Breathed out slowly. Their chests were touching, moving together. He could feel Frank close his eyes, feel his lashes brush against Leo’s temple. Leo’s next breath in was a little shakier.
A car passed by, headlights briefly flicking into the Volvo. Both of them tensed. Frank hung on a moment longer to Leo, then pulled back, taking his hands off, returning to his seat. Leo sat up and followed him over, reaching out and covering Frank’s mouth with his hand. Kissproof.
“I’m going to start having to do this,” he said. “If you’re gonna go around doing stuff like that.”
He could feel Frank’s smile underneath his palm. He wanted to pull it off and keep it with him, in his pocket so he could pull it out whenever he needed it. They had to go back to real life in a moment, a real life where they couldn’t blow up their friend group or kill each other, and having that smile with him would make everything easier. Make anything more possible.
He pulled his hand away. “Let’s go home.”
#valzhang#frank zhang#leo valdez#trc au#they are all - in the spirit of trc - incorrigible homie hoppers#dont worry though they will make up with hazel soon and figure it all out they're friends#and i left their fights vague but she's hosting a weird entity and not dealing with it well and they aren't dealing with her well either#not sure if i will continue this but i do want to write the leo nico kiss and maybeeee some reyna and hazel#or possibly prequel frank and hazel#bc they absolutely did hook up the year before leo's right#or both#plus reyna and frank being roomates for fun#sorry for my plagiarism maggie stief it will happen again
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Do you think Grim ever thinks about the fact she's training her childhood hero?
#grim kennet#grim and luke#i know i made grim a prequel girlie but she had to have grown up on the originals too. she's seen rotj more times than rots#okay im projecting on her a little. i never saw rots until the sequels were announced. so i never cared for the prequels.#i didn't get into the prequels until late 2019. so grim definitely was more of an original trilogy girl.#at first i mean. she got into the prequels earlier than i did at least.#anyways i just think it would be funny if she had the sudden realization that she is training her childhood hero.#i mean obi wan was a childhood hero of her's as well. obviously. but like. being trained by a childhood hero and *training* a childhood hero#are two completely different things.
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Got a very nice comment on my fic (thank you so much @serenbach86 :D) and started thinking about more possible Hadria exploits (including the possibility of her becoming a Hadrian at some point, at least sometimes. We'll see.) and the longer I think about it the worse her decisions get. Corvo is going to have a fucking stroke learning all of that and just how much dumb luck this child had.
#dishonored#i have notes#i'm making no promises though#i did pick of Emily today so there's a thing I know now#we'll see where else this is going#i have one scene in particular in my brain after corvo has picked up Hadria (from where? undetermined)#and she's telling him everything she did#and in the middle of it he just walks out because he needs a break before he has a meltdown at all the (in his mind) unnecessary risks#eventually Emily comes out and informs him that he is not allowed to be mad Hadria#and he needs to apologize for making her scared#and then he has to explain to two ten year olds why he is upset at all that#hmmmmmm#but before than I'd have to write a few other scenes#i think i need some more context on what happens in the game though before i start that#i would love something with emily and hadria just being children though#maybe i'll write a short prequel thing about their amazing adventures of stealing cookies and painting mustaches on portraits
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