#but YES the coming chapters are . . . HOOOOOO BOY
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mochiwrites · 1 year ago
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I feel like grian in the Songbird's blood au is just unstoppable, yes he is mortal and all, but he will find something just to piss someone off. (And someday it will be someone who he really shouldn't liss off)
He's just so slippery like a cockroach as scar said, he has faced death multiple times, he has befriended a vampire, hell below he survived the circus act from scar, but his determination to save/protect the people he cares about is going to kill him someday, he may seem like quite the collected guy but his emotions are hayway.
BUT THE TENSION BETWEEN HIM AND MUMBO?? They aren't acting like before the taurtis situation, they're awkward they're so 😭😭 but he still cares deeply about mumbo, he protected him like Mumbo's a little child needing protection
And oh goodness Scar and Brian, that's a story for itself, yes scar almost killed him, came veryyyyy close to killing him and grian still cares about him?? I can't imagine what his reaction will be when he figures out scar's working for Scott again.
BUT OHMYGOD, MUMBO AND SCAR??????? They were each other's (best??) friends for so long, and then scar just disappeared, yes he had a reason for it but I can't imagine how our mumbo felt, his friend, who he's know for so long, just leaving him. And then figuring out he's been living in the same town as him for 15years?? And he didn't come by even once for those 15years????? That just hurts
I just love them, I've been thinking about them for the last 5days help
ANON WE’RE SHAKING HANDS. I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEM FOR THE LAST YEAR
grian in songbird is so,,, he’s just so???? he’s human but stubborn as hell and his heart is way too big for his body. he’s avoided death on SO many occasions, and befriended both a vampire and the Literal grim reaper. LIKE WHAT A FLEX THAT IS. grian is his core is this representation of humanity and love. he cares so much about his loved ones, and is willing to face dangerous situation after dangerous situation to keep them safe.
and him and mumbo just have this ??? really special relationship where they just click. they Get one another. and I got this ask before chapter 4 was posted, but YEAH. they’re Not acting like they normally would. they’re tense and awkward and so afraid to ruin what they have. yet grian is still just as determined as usual to protect mumbo. because he’s tired of being helpless. useless. for once he wants to successfully protect someone he cares about.
SCAR AND GRIAN…. NONNIE I COULD GO ON FOR DAYS ABOUT THESE TWO. ahems. but I will not because we’d be here forever. so all I will say this they make me INSANE. scar and grian have this monster human dichotomy going on, a little juxtaposition, if you will. scar tried to kill him yet grian can see the loneliness in him. the pain and sadness. scar calls himself a monster but grian sees past that facade. and scar doesn’t know how to deal with it!!!!
so he tries time and time again to prove grian wrong. he’s not human. he’s never been human. he’s a monster through and through. yet grian won’t call him one! AND ITS JUST SO????? scar’s trying to do Everything in his power to make grian realize just how terrible he is, yet grian keeps holding his hand out to him anyway. AUGH. AUGH!!!
mumbo and scar,,,, *bursts into tears* /silly. these two. these two. I know arcs 1 and 2 have been very grumbo and scarian centric, but arc 3??? arc 3 we’re gonna have more redscape. and we’re gonna get to dive into their relationship more. and HOOOOOO BOY. these two are so,,, god. they were best friends. they were close. grum and jrum call scar uncle. and then. scar just ups and leaves one day? and tells mumbo via letter??? there’s a lot going on there. and I can’t wait to explore it more
coughs, I’m very normal about songbird!mumscarian hi
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mcl-mia · 11 months ago
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//ah, yes. another day, another route completed. slowly getting closer and closer to that goal of completing every route!!
so. rex. oh boy. i think i have a lot to say about rex. spoilers spoilers spoilers!!!
okay. so. hoooooo boy. where do i begin. this is going to be long.
so, as many people know already, rex's route actually begins in the middle of nox's route - the main difference between them at the beginning, of course, is when nox reveals his identity as nightmare to liz. in this version, liz stays with rex.
rex is unrepentantly horny. years of no pussy will do this to a man, i guess. but christ, dude. chill.
he is CONSTANTLY (or, at the very least, it feels like he is) asking liz if he likes him yet, especially before he and liz actually get together. the fact that rex is canonically a rebound guy is fucking hilarious and i will never let him live that down.
i also find it really funny that he has a gun. like, that's insanely funny. i need to know more about the gun lore. they say they are "magical revolvers", but liiiiiiike. i mean, they are. but come on.
so. rex himself. i'll be honest with you, i'm not a fan. it's the self-righteous douchewads that really don't do it for me, and because they really tried making him a diet akechi without the homosexual tension, i personally didn't vibe with him.
for example:
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this is a small part of the larger, dramatic conversation rex has with liz after nox escapes for, like, the 6th time. he then goes on to say that all liz knows is that "he has been manipulating her the whole time. that maybe he just used her to get closer to Nightmare, that maybe it was all an act, and he needed liz to be vulnerable to get the proof he needed." he then proceeds to say that liz is also awful, because she "practically did the exact same thing". preceeding this conversation in the previous chapter is that rex asks liz if she thinks nightmare is evil. this is, of course, a trick question for anyone who played nox's route immediately beforehand. you can say yes or no, and obviously, the "correct" answer is yes. i didn't bother looking at the "yes" option, because i could tell immediately where the convo was going. rex, of course, will disagree if you say no.
he also says a very interesting line, iirc, after the choice dialogue: "people who stray from the path of humanity are evil."
this is, i think, a very telling line about how rex REALLY feels. like, christ dude, do you REALLY need to dehumanize nox like that? does it help you sleep at night, buddy? does it make you feel better? like you're above the rest of us?
like, the way he talks about nox is like he murdered someone. and yes, i am specifically saying "nox" and not "nightmare" here because rex has already figured out that nox is nightmare - he just didn't have proof at the time. but seriously, he just steals things? like yeah, stealing bad, we know, but you don't need to make it sound like he killed your entire family.
seriously, dude. what does he think about the orphan that steals a loaf of bread because they can't afford to eat? the person who kills her abusive partner in self-defense, because they were going to be killed otherwise? the family who has to ""illegally"" immigrate to a new country because they have been displaced or fear for their lives in their home country? what do you think of YOURSELF, rex? you have an illegal magical tool, but because the ministry says it's okay, you're allowed to pull it on unarmed citizens*? fucking hell, man. i want to put him in his place. they really could have done something interesting with his character there, but they didn't.
*side note, i am not talking about nox here. nox is very much armed with his rod. he DOES, however, pull his revolver on an unarmed criminal (who is not stated to have any magical abilities, mind you) in a flashback and it's heavily implied that the item he showed to the noble in queensblade to "prove" he's from the ministry is his revolver as well.
i don't think i really like his backstory, either? the reason why he's like this is because he had a mentor die while on the job. in the flashback, the person he is pursuing for a murder case, rex pulls his gun on. the person starts crying and says they are a victim of abuse and killed their abuser on accident, so rex lowers his gun. the person then pushed rex down, and his partner eventually gets shot with his own gun as a result (can i say that this is weird?? if this dude was so ready to kill them, they probably would have killed rex, too. rex's kindness is the reason he is alive, yet he doesn't realize that). so, rex, who clearly didn't go to therapy, decided that it was all his fault and that he needs to stop being kind. he also says that he "realized" that the person was lying to him, and that THEY were the one doing the abusing. i think that if they really wanted me to believe that, they should have been more careful with their word choice. their choice of saying rex "realized it" begs the question: did rex actually discover that during the investigation, or was this a "deduction" he made because this person also killed his partner? this person was never caught, after all.
i also found it really funny because in the same flashback, he says that he joing the intelligence department because it was his way to "rebel". his mom is a pianist and his father is a police officer in maiya, and they both wanted him to follow in their footsteps. like, your idea of rebelling is to get a job that your parents would be proud of, regardless? lol. lmao even. like i get it, but lol.
speaking of his "super secret detective" job, raise ur hand if you were surprised. because i sure wasn't. it was really obvious that he wasn't just a "reference department worker". like wtf even is that. just call him an archivist.
ok, enough side tracking. you know what comes out this big dramatic conversation? res just explains himself and his backstory. he doesn't even APOLOGIZE to liz for being so cold to her and implying that he might have been manipulating her. like, dude?! sure, yes, you could make the argument that liz was "manipulating" rex because she knew nox was nightmare, but tbh considering how nox was kind of forcing her to keep quiet about it all really makes a difference here.
you know what was an EXCELLENT surprise though? PAPA RANDOLPH!!!!!!!!!!
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i was smiling the entire time he was here. i'm very glad that we finally got to see what he was up to after THREE!!!!!! seasons. thank god they didn't forget about him. i have my doubts that we'll see him again after this, but it was nice to see him all the same. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
schuyler being sad, too.... .. ..... man. that got to me a bit.
if you haven't noticed, i haven't actually talked about the plot much. this is because almost the entire plot revolves around rex's character and him trying to catch nox. that's about it. there are some cool story beats, and it barely touched on gray's pranks. it didn't really do much else.
some things i liked were the running gag of some of the other prefects barging into the office and yelling "EMERGENCY!!!" and interrupting liz and rex. i also liked that in the happy end, they did a call back to rex and nox swordfighting (👀) like they did in the night class/towards the beginning of the route. legit, the sword fight had me mentally fist pumping the air. i love it when wizards just settle things with nonmagical objects. fucking incredible.
i think what maybe just bugs me the most is the lack of my other boys. like, sure, they were THERE, but not nearly as much as i would have liked. 90% of them being there was for comedic relief, and that is a very sad use of them.
nox is obviously quite present, and i actually liked him a little more in rex's route. he got just the right amount of mean sometimes, and it was great. liz has some really interesting conversations with him, and the fact that nox actively tells liz that she doesn't have to "choose" him? yeah, that's golden. it's a really refreshing thing to have someone in a love triangle to essentially say "i won't force you to choose me". you're a winner in my book, nox.
something that i do find interesting is how they keep mentioning that nox and rex "know each other best because they are rivals". which! is a cool concept! i just fucking wish they would have actually shown that instead of just saying it's true! :))))))
i'll never get tired of the boys being kind to liz. really and truly.
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shit like this just gets to me, man.
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MISCHA, I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS UGLY BITCH WOULD EVEN BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS YOU. GET HER OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!!!
i really, really wish i had better things to say about rex's route, but it's rembrandt all over again. for me, rex was the worst part of his own route. he's just not for me. if you like these kinds of guys, i'm sure you'll love him.
gray's route seems to pick up immediately after rex's happy ending. let's see how that plays out.
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forgedobsidian · 7 years ago
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Aphelion
A MHA fanfiction. Chapter 8.
Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5     Chapter 6
Chapter 7
AO3
Summary:
Izuku has been kidnapped by All For One, for reasons the young boy doesn’t understand. He is forced to stay at a rundown facility, surrounded by villains and, for all he knows, completely without help. In-between his attempts to escape or learn why he has been stolen, the young boy spends his time with a near-comatose man who seems strangely familiar.
Trigger Warnings for: kidnapping, body horror, medical torture, needles, and pain
“And then,” Shigaraki said, bringing his hands around and shoving, “you want to get them off balance as soon as possible.”
Izuku stumbled as his shoulders were thrown back, trying to catch his balance. Instead he crashed into a wall.
Shigaraki had found an empty office to teach Izuku in. It was out of the way, in an area of the facility that Izuku hadn’t managed to get to in his various escape attempts. The room was dusty and dark, the only light coming from a tarnished lamp on an old desk.
Izuku let out a garbled yell and slid down onto the floor, more surprised than hurt.
“Your feet tripped you up and you couldn’t catch yourself. Which is the entire point of the move.” Shigaraki seated himself on the desk, his shoulders slouching.
“You could have warned me beforehand,” Izuku said, picking himself up off the floor. He could feel a bruise starting to form where he’d landed hard on his elbow, and he sneezed as the dust swirled around his nose.
“Your opponent won’t give you any warning.”
Izuku rolled his eyes.
“Come here, brat. Let’s try that again, this time with you doing it.”
Izuku nodded and held out his wrists. Shigaraki grabbed them, the material of his double-lined gloves scratching at Izuku’s skin.
The boy spun his arms, knocking away Shigaraki’s grip, and he lurched forward, pushing at the taller boy’s shoulders. Shigaraki shifted backwards on the desk, a rare grin on his face.
“Good. Just get stronger, then it’ll really work.”
“You think?” Izuku looked down at his wrists. They’d been rubbed raw by Shigaraki’s gloves, but he felt strong.
“Of course.” Shigaraki crossed his arms. “If you wanted, you could really hurt someone. If you had a backup idea, at least.”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone, Shiga.”
“Mnh. That’s enough for now. I have to drop you with Murata.” Shigaraki held the door open for Izuku, pulling it closed behind him as they both made their way down the nearby corridor.
Izuku sighed and hugged his shoulders. It’s always a little chilly. Wish I had my coat.
“You’re probably excited to see Murata’s project.” There was a sound of contempt in Shigaraki’s voice.
Izuku’s head snapped up. “What? What project?”
“You know, that thing you like talking to.”
Anger flared in Izuku’s chest. “He’s a person, Shiga. He’s not a thing.” His hands fisted at his sides.
Shigaraki’s shoulders stiffened. “It’s a tool, and a resource, nothing more.”
Izuku sighed and and looked at the floor. “You really do hate him, don’t you?”
“There’s no reason for me not to.”
He bit back an angry retort. “He’s a good person. He likes talking with me. Isn’t that they type of society you were talking about yesterday, Shiga? Where people who are quirkless are valued just as much as those with powers?” Izuku choked back the feelings of worthlessness that welled in his throat.
The older boy snorted, but didn’t say anything all the way to Yagi’s room.
“Now, where’d that bruise come from, my boy?”
“What - oh!” Midoriya smiled and rubbed the back of his head. The boy held out his elbow, twisting so that Toshinori could see the discoloration spreading up his arm. “Shiga is showing me some defensive moves, and I just got caught off guard. I kinda ran into a wall today.”
Toshinori grinned and shook his head. “Did the wall sneak up on you?”
Midoriya laughed. “No! It was just kinda there.”
Toshinori smiled, and felt the tension bleed from his shoulders. Murata was long gone, and he felt aware and awake. “What’s Shigaraki teaching you?”
The boy kicked his feet back and forth. “Mostly just how to break grabs and stuff. He might try to teach me some other things, but he’s not the best teacher.”
At least the boy will have some idea of how to defend himself. “He doesn’t get too rough, does he?”
Midoriya shook his head. “He’s careful and wears his gloves.”
Toshinori nodded, relief relaxing his chest. “Just remember - you’re shorter than him, so his range is going to be longer. If you can get in close to him, you’ll dampen the force of his strikes and be putting him in your range.”
“I - yeah, that makes sense.” Midoriya shot him an interesting look.
“What’s that expression for?”
The boy’s brows rumpled and he turned his head to the side. “Mr. Yagi?”
“Hmm?”
Midoriya rested his hands in his lap and twisted his fingers. “Why don’t you talk about yourself? I know that your favorite color is yellow, and that you’re really tall, and apparently you know some self defense but that’s about it. It’s just . . . did I do something wrong? If you really don’t want to talk, then I understand, but . . .”
“It’s not your fault, my boy.” Toshinori sighed. “Just . . . give me a moment to collect my thoughts, alright?”
Midoriya nodded and settled back in his chair.
Toshinori shot the boy a grateful look and scratched the back of his head. The IV taped to his hand shifted with the movement, the slender tube brushing up against his bare arms.
I wonder how long this has been on his mind. Well, then, let’s give this a go.
“I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but it’s been at least three years.” He folded his hands down in his lap. “It’s hard for me to judge time, unfortunately, and I’m a little afraid to know just how much time has passed. I know why they have me, but that’s not something I’m ready to talk about yet.”
Midoriya gave an understanding nod.
Toshinori felt a thankful smile twitch at the corners of his mouth. “There are reasons I’m not that talkative about myself, unfortunately. I’m a bit of a secret-keeper by nature, and I like to hold things close.”
“That’s fair,” Midoriya said, his brows furrowing. “Especially here.”
For a moment Midoriya looked old beyond his years. A sudden lump built in Toshinori’s throat and he coughed. “And . . . well, this isn’t the first time I’ve been joined in this room. The only difference is that you’re real, not an illusion.”
“An illusion?”
Toshinori nodded, sagging back into his chair. “Well, I think it just started out as a hallucination, actually. Murata had me on something new, and I wasn’t in a good mental place to begin with.” He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Midoriya’s expression. “I started seeing a small child, who sat in your seat.”
He’d recognized them, of course. He never forgot the face of someone he’d failed to save. The child had been the victim of a mudslide, and Toshinori hadn’t arrived in time.
“I knew that they weren’t really there, that my mind was playing tricks on me, but having someone to talk too helped. I didn’t feel so alone. It’s a little foolish to think about now, I suppose.”
Midoriya shook his head. “No, it isn’t.”
Toshinori smiled. “Thank you for that. Anyway, this child just kept showing up, no rhyme or reason to when. Then, somehow, he found out.”
He heard Midoriya give a start, the feet of the chair shifting against the floor as the boy moved. “Sensei?”
Toshinori nodded, keeping his eyes closed. “He tried to manipulate the illusion, to trick me into giving him what he wanted. I figured it out fairly quickly, and he gave up soon after.”
“That’s good.”
“Very.” Toshinori opened his eyes and shifted his head, looking back at Midoriya.
The boy was almost hunched in on himself, lower lip pursed in thought. He shook his head and hugged his shoulders. “A-and what convinced you that I wasn’t a fake?”
Toshinori closed his eyes. “You put your hand on my back, after the first time Murata drew your blood. Your hand was warm.”
Midoriya nodded, looking down at his palms. “I remember that. You’re always a little cold, aren’t you?”
Toshinori grinned. “I’d pay rather handsomely for a thick pair of socks, yes.”
Midoriya smiled.
Toshinori felt the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re real, my boy. I’m sorry that I ever even doubted it.”
And he’s not a plant by All For One. Murata’d never be able to act nonchalant if the boy was under orders. And they would have tried using his DNA to get One-For-All years ago.
Midoriya raised his hands and shook his head. “No! It makes sense, actually, for you to be on your guard and everything.”
“Thank you, my boy.”
Midoriya nodded, giving a half-hearted smile. “At least you know why they’re keeping you. I don’t know why I’m here. I’m nothing special, really. I don’t even have a quirk.” He scuffed his foot along the floor. “Pretty useless, huh?”
“You’re quirkless?” He shot the boy a surprised look.
“I . . . yeah. I don’t have a quirk. My toes are messed up and everything.” Midoriya’s voice sounded strained.
Toshinori kept his voice gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with being quirkless, young man.”
“Sure.”
Ah. Toshinori could hear it in the boy’s voice. Pain that was achingly familiar lined his tone, and Toshinori dropped the topic.
“So, my boy. Were those the answers you were looking for?” He folded his hands in his lap.
Midoriya nodded, thought for a moment, then stood up. “Thank you for telling me, Mr. Yagi.” The boy leaned over in a bow. “I understand a lot more now.”
Toshinori smiled. “No need for such formality, young man.”
The boy looked up.
“After all,” Toshinori said, leaning over the armrest and grinning at the boy, “we’re in this together, right?”
Midoriya swallowed and nodded, but Toshinori could see a flicker of something hopeless in the boy’s green eyes.
All For One watched through the glass, hands behind his back.
All Might was writhing on the floor, choking on his own spit and blood. Coils of artificial muscle sprang up along the fallen hero’s protruding spine and grabbed his lean shoulders.
The door and walls of the testing room had all been repaired and reinforced, and there were several braces on the hinges to keep them from buckling. The efforts were null, though. All Might was too weak to do much, now.
Murata was leaning against the side of the window, watching the progress of the temp-quirk with a curious eye. “Well, the scales and teeth are gone. We’re getting the muscle, but it’s not as smooth as we want yet.”
All For One hummed, his voice distorted by the vocoder in his mask. “Any luck distilling his quirk?”
Murata sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “No. Even with the boy’s Quirkless DNA I can’t get a bond to form. It’s funny.” He looked out at All Might, his eyes distant. “It’s not like other quirks. The plus-alpha system is all twisted, and I can’t figure out why. I’m sorry, Sensei. I know I let you down.”
All For One waved his hand. “It wasn’t likely to end in my favor in the first place. At least now I can prevent other . . . quirks . . . of this type from popping up. We just have to cut it off at the source.”
All Might lay on the floor, shivers going up and down his bare back. The swollen muscle along his spine quivered as the defeated hero tried to breathe.
“Well, at least he was a ready subject for us to test the temp-quirks.”
Murata nodded. “Between the chip Ito fetched for us and the boy’s DNA, we’ll have a feasible product sometime in the next four months. I just need to work out the more painful kinks.”
All For One would have nodded, but the metallic neck brace resting on his shoulders kept him from so much as twitching. “Good.”
All Might curled into a ball on the floor, and his desperate breaths echoed into the observation room.
“And the boy?” All For One sounded almost bored.
“Izuku?”
“Yes.” He reached out and ran his fingers down the glass. “How is he?”
Murata shrugged. “He’s fine. He’s a lot quieter than he used to be, which is a little sad.” His face twisted into a pout. “He was fun.”
“Has he given any indications of further resistance?”
“Nope. Actually, he’s been pretty subdued these past few visits.”
“Good. It means that Tomura is playing his part well.”
“His part?”
All For One smiled behind his mask, ignoring the pain of destroyed muscle as his face pulled. “Convincing the boy that our cause is the right one. Befriending him. Turning him into an ally. Important growth for Shigaraki, and an important asset for our plans . . . as the saying goes, two birds with one stone.”
“So, he’s just pretending to like Izuku?”
“Oh, I’m sure on some level he does genuinely find the boy amusing, if nothing else.” He reached out and rested his fingertips on the glass. “Thankfully, his loyalty to me will always be the strongest relationship he has. That particular . . . blindness . . . will continue to be of use.”
Murata didn’t respond.
“I’m curious. Has the boy developed a rapport with him?” He gestured to the other side of the glass.
“With Yagi?” Murata cleared his throat. “They seem to get along well enough. Izuku prefers to stay behind and talk rather than go back to his room, usually.”
“Good.”
“Sir?”
All For One pressed his hand into the window, his knuckles going white. “When one emotional crutch is removed, the others must bear more weight in response. The boy will soon come to rely more and more on Shigaraki, and on you.”
All Might seized and slammed his head down on the concrete floor, opening a gorey cut on his right cheekbone. The temp-quirk finally started to fade, the thickened muscle shrinking back to emaciation.
“After all,” All For One said, clasping his hands behind his back, “Mr. Yagi won’t be with us much longer.”
Author’s Note: Here we go. Hope y’all are ready for the next few chapters :)
@dailytoshinoriyagi drew this amazing thing from the last chapter!! Totally made my day!!
Thanks for reading!!
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bazzybelle · 4 years ago
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Fic Writer Interview
Thank you @amywaterwings @phoxphyre @carryonsimoncarryonbaz (and I’m gonna include you as well @aristocratic-otter , I am so glad that COTTA made you love writing again!!! The Blue and The Grey is SUCH A GOOD FIC! Everyone needs to read it!!
Name: Belle (Not comfy using my full name on here).
Fandoms: At the moment, fully committed to Carry On, but I am enjoying the heck out of Avatar: The Last Airbender ZUKKA fics. 
Where you post: At the moment, I only post on AO3... But I have a few old Criminal Minds stories on FanFic.net. 
Most popular one-shot: At first I wasn’t sure if it meant based on Kudos or Hits, but for BOTH, it’s I Just Want Your Extra Time.  The next popular fic is Speak my Language of Love. What I find kinda amazing is that BOTH of these fics were written as birthday gifts for two dear friends of mine ( @giishu and @carryonsimoncarryonbaz respectively). I also find it absolutely hilarious that my all time most popular story is an Explicit-rated fic, and it was the first time I ever wrote smut, so I was all “uhhhhh.... how...?” I did have a lot of fun writing both of those stories, and I’m glad that they were pretty popular. 
Most popular multi-chapter: In terms of both Kudos and Hits, it’s The Best Game You Can Name. This was the fic I wrote for the Remix event. Again, absolutely FLOORED that this fic got as much love as it did, because hoooooo boy, this was a doozy for me to complete. I think this is one of those fics that took so much out of me to write, but the fact that I stuck with it and got it done, makes me so happy and proud of myself. I took the challenge of remixing a fandom classic, @basic-banshee ‘s The Pitch series, and I am really proud of how it turned out. I am so happy that everyone who read it feels the same way. 
Fic you were nervous to post: Dude, I’m nervous to post EVERY story I write... and my friends will all tell you that. Recently, I was particularly nervous about posting With a Little Help From My (Sorta) Friend. This was a fic that I was nervous about writing, and was a real challenge for me to write, but I like challenging myself as a writer. In this fic, I wanted to come up with a scenario where two character who would not normally interact with each other, have an important heart-to-heart conversation. This was also my “I need to process Wayward Son” fic, as well as my “Baz Pitch needs friends” fic. There was a lot that I wanted to address in this fic, and it all had to be done in a way that would be believable for the two characters. This was also the first fic (in a long time) that I wrote FOR ME. It wasn’t a gift, it wasn’t part of an event... It was a fic that I wanted to write for myself. So... A LOT OF NERVES...
How do you choose your titles: I am SO bad at coming up with titles, it’s kinda pathetic. I typically use song title, because I’m basic af fuck... The occasional time I’ll come up with a clever pun or a silly quote, and I’ll use that, but like 90%, it’s a song quote (usually from the song that inspired the fic). 
Do you outline: ALL THE TIME! Yes... yes yes! The only time I didn’t outline was when I did COC last year, and even then, I wrote down an idea for each prompt (because I was crazy enough to think I’d do them all... I mean I did manage 13/30... so...) My fics are getting longer, and more convoluted, so I think having an outline is helpful in that it keeps my ideas and thoughts in order. Like I was writing No One To Save That Can’t Be Saved, and I think I gave Simon like 3 different ages. I had to stop and write out a time and age that made sense given the setting and history. 
Do you take prompts: I mean I won’t say “No” to a prompt, but it’ll take some time... Like I have a prompt from several months ago (and it’s a GOOD prompt) that I still have yet to tackle... But... I have an idea for it! 
Complete: Ummm 24 out of 27 fics are complete. 
In progress: 1) No One To Save That Can’t be Saved - This is my COTTA 1960′s murder mystery, and I LOVE IT SO DANG MUCH! I am still working on it, I’m just writing another thing that is more time sensitive.
2) A fic I’m writing as part of a server exchange... This... uh... got a little away from me... I HAD planned to make it a short and sweet fic, but then my brain was all, “I mean, that’s cool, but if you did THIS instead?” So it’s now like 15K words... I mean, I’m ALMOST DONE... But yeah...
3) I Need Another Perfect Lie - This was my DeNiall fic. It’s currently on an indefinite hiatus... My mental heath has taken a beating and a half over the last few months, and this fic wasn’t helping my mood. Maybe I’ll return to it, in the future...  
Um... I dunno who to tag... Lemme think... @fight-surrender @twokisses @theflyingpeach @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @bazypitchandsimonsnow @scone-lover @vkelleyart @adamarks @palimpsessed @annabellelux @otherworldsivelivedin @xivz 
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whattheflameo · 4 years ago
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What's ur writing process like? Chaos? Do you need to be able to visualize a scene before the words come to you? Do you do outlines or jot down ideas?
I do most of my writing in bed with the lights off, on my phone, just before I fall asleep. Tonight I Wanna Cry, Fire Lillies and Familiy, Come Home, all of those were written as I was literally falling asleep. Sometimes I visualize a scene, but it’s not a requirement. There’s usually not an outline. Yes, I’ve been told it’s ‘chaotic,’ but at this point I feel like that’s par for the course.
When I DO use an outline, for long form stuff or an essay or paper, the Half Sheets™️ come into play. Tl;dr, they’re my version of a rough outline, written on a sheet of loose leaf paper folded in half. I put a few more details under the cut in case anyone’s interested, because it’s a process I highly recommend despite the fact that I made it up myself.
I don’t know what it is about a half sheet of paper that makes it so good for brainstorming, but it works way better than a full sheet for me. In university, it became a running joke- “You know it’s another to get serious when Kit busts out a half-sheet of paper.” I tried for a hot minute to find some old outlines, but I throw them all out, so here’s an example one:
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They’re super messy, but the beauty of it is that you get to flip it over and restart if you don’t like it and there’s not a huge waste of paper. Once I’ve dumped almost all my ideas down, I move onto another half-sheet:
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Sometimes, I go through a half dozen iterations. Sometimes, I don’t even need to redo the first one. I hang on to each one until I’m done with the final piece, and I keep them in easy reach with the final one on the top as I write.
I didn’t end up writing one for chapter one of Difference, but to give you some context, this is what I think one would have looked like if I did:
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It’s a messy and random process. I can involve color, if I’m feeling fancy, or hilighter. I can expand to a full sheet if I run out of room. If I can get my hands on a big whiteboard, hoooooo boy this goes into hyperdrive. It’s a loose and noncommittal process and I think that’s why it works. If traditional detailed outlines aren’t your thing, I highly recommend!
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birth-fic-lover · 6 years ago
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Second date
After such a successful first date a couple of days ago, Kayla couldn’t wait to see Thalia again tonight. She had made her feel sexy again, she had barely slept a wink the last night. Just thinking about doing it all again, made her nervous and excited. 
After being abandoned nearly six months ago by her ex, her heart was healing and she was ready to find happiness once again. She was just so glad that she found someone who accept both her and the baby. She hoped this was just the start of a new chapter for her, that she could raise this baby in a loving home. She knew this was big talk after only one date, but she felt a connection with Thalia.
She watched herself get dressed in the mirror, she felt different. This was no longer the body was carrying a child that she wasn’t ready to raise alone, this was the body that had been seen as sexy and powerful. She put on a dress that showed off her blossoming baby bump, feeling her form with her hands she noticed her belly had go lower the last couple of days. But no matter, she wasn’t due for another 3 weeks. 
Though she was experiencing light cramps, but she rubbed them away. This must be the dreaded braxton hicks she thought, she was sure they would be gone by this evening. She went back to her full length mirror, she started doing her hair and make up. Once it was complete her eyes went back to the refection of her swollen midsection, her baby was kicking and she smiled at the sensation of her active passenger. A cramp returned but it left as quickly as it came, she was then interrupted by her phone. 
It was Thalia texting her the details of the date, she hadn’t told her that she was experiencing cramps. She wanted just one more date to seal the deal before the baby came, she knew that all the signs of early labour were there but she just hoped that it was just cramps.
She rubbed her full-term belly gently, “you wanna stay in there a little longer don’t you darling”. But once again she was greeted by a mild cramp, she groaned in discomfort this wasn’t looking good but she had to keep it together. But at the end of her next cramp she felt a dribble of water escaping her, she rushed to the bathroom quickly pulled her panties down. As she sat on the toilet the release of pressure confirmed to her it was her waters that had just broke, she had been in pain all day she knew her labour was progressing. 
She knew that her date ending once again with a night of passion was off the table, but maybe she could still go for a few hours then go to the hospital? She didn’t want to loose Thalia, and she seemed to find her sexy with her baby bump. It would be fine, it was her first baby so it would take ages. Her contractions were just aches and were short and spaced out.
Gently she lift herself off the toilet, as she washed her hands and touched up her make up she ignored the irregular pains. She adjusted her dress as she called for an Uber, she felt a sharp twinge and she tried to rub it away. “Come on baby you can wait a few hours”.
When the car arrived it took an effort too keep a straight face, as she felt a contraction whilst climbing into the car. But within 10 minutes they were stuck in traffic, they listened to the traffic report on the radio as it told them that there had been a crash on the road.
It took double the time but eventually they arrived at Thalia's flat, as Kayla climbed out the car she had to hold on tight to steady herself. Thalia was standing outside waiting for her, she came over and too her hands, she guided her to the pavement.
"Is everything okay?" Thalia asked.
Kayla nodded she worried that she wouldn't be able too keep the pain out of her voice, but it was too late. Another contraction hit her hard and she couldn't help clutching her belly, “aaaaaaaaaaaargh" she moaned "the baby is sooooo active".
"Course he is" said Thalia not believing a word of it, she could see that her date was in labour. She took her into her flat to sit down for now.
"I thought we hee hee were going out toniiiight?" Kayla asked.
"Let's just stay here until I know what to do with you".
"What do you mean, hoooo hooooo hee hee hooooooo hoooooo hee hee" Kayla said as Thalia helped lower her onto the sofa.
“Are you okay? Really, because I think you are in labour” Thalia asked.
“Noooooo, I’m not" she insisted before relenting. "Hee hee hooooo hoooooo yes I'm in labour" she moaned.
“Please let’s get you to the hospital, don't worry about our date" Thalia said.
“Ooooh, here it comes. Nggggggaaaaa but I wanted to see you."
“But I think our son… I mean your son, he might have a different idea" Thalia said blushing.
"What?” Kayla said "hoo hooo, sooo you see this as your child tooo"
"Forget I said anything slip of the tongue"
"Doooo you?"
"Ok ok" Thalia said the blush deepening "I know we had only one date together. But I had such high hopes that we could be a family".
“I want that tooooooo oooohhhhhhhh nnggghh" Kayla moaned as she felt another contraction building. Thalia looked at her worried, it had been only a couple of minutes since the last one. Also she didn't know anything about delivering a babies, “just try and breath though it” she told Kayla. As she put her hand on the dome like belly, she felt Kayla’s contractions ripple under her skin.
“Baby I gotta push, I’ve gotta push aaaaaaaugh naagggghhhhh" she groaned bearing down
“Wait what no I thought we had time, we need you get you too a hospital" Thalia said panicking.
“Ohhhhhhh noooooo, no no no. Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, here it… Ngaaaaaaah" and once again Kayla pushed. She could feel the child entering the birth canal, she lay down on the sofa and spread her legs as much as the dress would let her.
“Honey I’m here, It’s okay I’m not going anywhere” Thalia said holding her hand
“Really? You prommmmise ohhhhh ohhhh naaaaaggggg”
“I promise”
“The baby the baby it’s coming, nnnnaaaaaa oooooooh ohhhhhh.” She gave a mighty push and she felt the child’s head started to make it’s way past her lips. Aaaaargh” she moaned and she frantically took her clothes off needing to be less restricted. 
Thalia could now see that Kayla’s child was coming, “please” she begged “don’t push yet”. "I need to get this baby outta me" Kayla cried.
"Just pant," Thalia told her, “I will be right back”.
"Hoooo hoo hoo" Kayla panted, “what are you doooing?” she said fighting against the urge to push. 
After washing her hands in the bathroom, then grabbing towels Thalia came back and told her “okay lets have a baby”.
Kayla didn’t need to be told twice she held her belly and gave a huge push, already she could feel the head spreading her lips wide. 
“That’s it don’t stop now” Thalia said helping her keep her legs spread, she could see the baby had dark hair. As the head made it’s way out it was stretching Kayla to her limit, but she didn’t stop until the contraction was over. 
“I’m sorry this is our second date” Kayla said weakly
“Are you kidding me, this is amazing” Thalia said, then softly added “certainly something to look back on one day.” Kayla couldn’t help smiling at that.
"Oooohhhh god, ohhhhhhh god. The baby it’s coming fast, I can feel it owwwwwwwwww”. Kayla pushed again, but this time the baby's head sliding out fully with a rush of fluid. 
"The head's out, we are almost there" shouted Thalia.
Focusing on getting the shoulders out, Kayla bore down hard. “Oh god it burns so bad, ohhhhhhhh”. The baby slid out of her a rush of fluid soaking the towels Thalia had put under her. Thalia placed the baby on Kayla's now softened belly, and as the little boy’s cry filled the room they both knew that there would be many more dates to come.
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3laxx · 7 years ago
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Unfortunate Kitten 5
Things are getting heated
A little hurried, I know. But next chapter is gonna be action, hoooooo I promise Enjoy~
Ao3 / FF.net
Just as she had thought Nino’s eyes couldn’t get any wider he proved her wrong.
She gave him an apologetic smile and left it to Alya to explain and introduce him to Wayzz while she handed her the bag with the Miraculous. Marinette carefully set it down on the floor, getting out the box while Nino and Alya spoke in hushed voices to each other. The two remaining Kwamis settled down on her shoulder and watched her as she took the last one of the guardians, the Bee, out of its place. She sighed as she turned the hairclip in her hands, lightly shaking her head.
How was she supposed to be the leader here?
Of course, having worked with Chat Noir and being a role model for the whole of Paris had taught her a thing or two in keeping her head in the game but leading a team of unexperienced superheroes?
She couldn’t exactly be a leader to them. An example, sure, but a leader?
Behind her, Alya’s voice got muffled and as she turned, she saw Nino hugging his girlfriend tightly while Wayzz sat on his arm.
She nodded at him as she saw Alya’s shoulders shaking, then turned to her Kwami.
“What about the Zodiacs?”
“You wanna activate them as well?”
For a second, Marinette considered it. Having an army to help her. Or, well, not an army but at least a group so big that Hawkmoth could just give up like this. For a second, she was about to say yes, then she shook her head and gently pushed the box closed again.
“No. It’d be too many people in danger and it’d take too long. We don’t even know if the Bee has a chosen right now and searching for just one Zodiac chosen could take us the time we need to save Chat. We can’t even risk the Bee, really, but I have a feeling that we need the whole group together…”, she sighed, sitting back and slumping, “I mean… I dunno. It just seems like-…”
“That’s a good idea, Marinette. I’m sure, the Bee will be out there.”
The girl nuzzled her Kwami gratefully, then stood up with the box in her hands, facing Nino. He understood and gently parted from Alya, giving her another kiss on her forehead before focusing on Marinette.
She took the box with the Miraculous under one arm and shared a gaze with Wayzz, then she brushed the Turtle bracelet off her wrist. It glowed softly as it left her arm and got closer to its chosen.
“Nino, I’m entrusting you with this Miraculous. You’re the chosen wielder and with the Turtle comes a lot of responsibility. The Turtle is the guardian Miraculous because it represents steadiness. It is constantly activated and thus, you will watch over the Miraculous as well as probably live past us all to pass the Turtle as well as the other Miraculous on to another successor. Do you understand that?”
The boy slowly nodded as Alya pressed her hand to her lips, looking away.
Nino reached forward and touched the Turtle bracelet, the glow getting brighter. He slipped it on his wrist and breathed through as the weight of the responsibility rested on his shoulders.
As soon as he had fastened the bracelet to keep it tight on his arm, his chest began glowing.
Alya and Marinette both took a step back as he yelped, touching his shirt.
“Wh-Wha-”, he exclaimed, terrified at the light emitting from him that only became brighter.
“Your body is accepting the Miraculous.”, Wayzz calming explained, staying on Nino’s arm, “Your lifespan is extending. It’ll only take a second.”
Nino gulped and looked up to meet the gaze of the girls again, nodding as the light dimmed down again.
“Alright…?”, he replied, unsure of what to make of this. Finally, as the light was gone again he swayed but stayed standing.
“Nino?”, Marinette carefully asked, and he nodded, signaling he was fine. Only then she continued, holding the box of the Miraculous up, “Here are the Miraculous that are now under your protection. The two key Miraculous which are given to Chat Noir and me, the five guardian of which the Butterfly and the Peacock are lost to Hawkmoth and the Fox and the Turtle which are given to Alya and you.”
Nino slowly took the box, cradling it close to his chest.
“I took the Bee out since I can easily transform with a lower Miraculous than mine. I plan on getting the last wielder so we can have a chance. Is that okay with you?”
“Uhm… Sure?”
She nodded, placing the hairclip just above her pigtail. It glowed briefly and a tiny Kwami shot out, falling in her shoulder. She carefully took the groggy goddess and lightly brushed over her head, giving her time to wake up.
“Good. The rest are twelve Zodiac Miraculous. They represent the twelve Zodiac animals of the Chinese mythology. You got that?”
He nodded again so she smiled at him, now focusing on the tiny Bee Kwami in her hand.
“Hey, hi. I’m Marinette, chosen of the Ladybug Miraculous.”
The Kwami blinked at her, then smiled and slowly began floating.
“Hi.”, she replied in a high-pitched voice, floating a little higher so that Marinette could talk to her on one level, “I’m Pollen. Nice to meet you!”
While Marinette briefly explained the situation to Pollen, Nino set the box of the Miraculous down on his bed and turned to Alya, breathing through.
“Hey, Alya?”
He caught her gaze by stepping to her and cupping her face, lightly brushing away the tears that were still spilling.
“I-I’m sorry I’m so-”, she began but he shook his head, softly pressing his lips to her forehead and closing his eyes. After a few moments he mumbled against her skin, feeling her arms hesitantly wrapping around his waist.
“Don’t worry about a thing… I know what I’m getting myself into, I kinda just-… Have it in me.”, he slowly wrapped his arms around her neck now, still talking against her forehead. Her breath brushed over his neck as she leant against him, “I’ll keep you safe, promise.”
“I’m not scared about myself.”, she tried retorting but he just chuckled humorlessly.
“You’re scared of losing me. As am I. But Alya, we’ll get through this. We need to save Chat. We’re heroes now.”
She snorted tearfully, tilting her head to the side and away from his lips to rets it in the crook of his neck to be closer. He held her gently, his hand brushing patterns over her back.
“It’s okay, Al. We’ll be okay.”
She still tried getting closer, her hands now meeting behind his back and brushing past the other to rest crossed around him, one of her hands holding onto her other wrist.
His response was to tighten his embrace, watching Marinette talking to Pollen while always sending side glances to the window.
“Ten bucks says Adrien’s gonna be the Bee?”, he asked, half joking. Alya began giggling in his arms before being interrupted by an involuntary sob.
“I dunno… Think it could be Adrien?”
Nino shrugged softly, not wanting to move too much for her.
“Well, blonde hair? Maybe, yeah. And the Squad would be complete then. But I really hope it isn’t him, that boy has a thing for Ladybug and his flirting will not be pretty if he knows Ladybug is Marinette.”
Alya sighed, shaking her head.
“And Marinette would be a mess if she knew Adrien was crushing on Ladybug…”, she added under her breath, causing Nino to tiredly smile.
“Yeah…”
The girl leant back, catching his gaze. He tried widening his smile for her to encourage her but he found himself unable to. The shadow of this night was too dark and heavy to try and lie.
She leant forward, once again pressing her lips against his in a slow, desperate way, trying to forget about everything around them as one of her hands slipped up into his hair, pulling him closer against her.
“… I love you…”, she whispered against his lips, again and again, as if her words could keep the night from happening, “I love you, I love you…”
He felt his fists once again clenching into her shirt, trying to keep them from shaking, trying to keep her from feeling his nervousness. He didn’t reply.
Only after a few moments Marinette broke them apart again. Her eyes were clouded and heavy as she shrugged humorlessly, burying her hands in her pockets as Trixx joined Wayzz on the desk to pull him up.
“Guys, we gotta find out if there’s a Bee… I’m sorry to interrupt you like that but, well, we got a friend to save.”
They both nodded, blushing at the embarrassment of having lost themselves again, then they both straightened up. Alya made the first move by transforming again, momentarily lighting up the room in an orange light, then she nodded at Nino. He spoke the words he got from Wayzz and followed her with a bright green flash, the suit and armor complete with shield appearing on him.
Marinette saw Alya biting her lip and turning away as she saw her boyfriend like this, suppressing a slight smile.
Finally, she sighed and nodded at Pollen, closing her eyes after the second transformation in this room.
“Pollen, stripes on!”, she whispered, feeling the unfamiliar yellow flash travelling up her body until the magic faded, only leaving her, Firena, her Kwami and the addition to their team in the room. She opened her eyes again, not even bothering to send more than a short gaze down her body.
She apparently wore the same suit that she had as Ladybug, skin tight and without alterations. It was yellow and had black boot and gloves as well as stripe patterns. To her hip she had strapped a spinning top, otherwise there was nothing else.
As she looked up, she caught the gaze of the new guardian.
“So, already got a name?”, she asked, smiling.
He didn’t give it much thought. Apparently, it was as easy as Chat had had it all those years ago to him.
“Carapace, I think. I like that name.”
Firena grinned and stood on her tiptoes to place a peck on his lips.
“I like it, too.”, she murmured, already tempted to lose herself in the kiss but Marinette cleared her throat.
“Well then, we gotta get going. Tikki, does this work the same as the Turtle?”
Her Kwami nodded but then shrugged, looking uncertain.
“Well, it should. But, you know, there’s the possibility that we won’t find a Bee wielder. After all they could either be five and thus too young or they could be over in Scandinavia or America orr… Well, there’s many possibilities. So, if you don’t feel anything we should move on without the Bee.”
Marinette nodded, already closing her eyes.
“Alright, let’s see…”, she let go of all thoughts, all concentration and just focused on the Bee Miraculous, on the magic surging through her and-… There!
She gasped as she felt a tug, pulling her to the window.
“I think I got a feeling that they’re here in Paris. It could be that we can build up the team on four! Let’s go!”
Carapace hurriedly hid the box beneath his bed, then he followed the two girls outside, Marinette with the Bee already on the next rooftop while Firena waited for him, crouching on the windowsill outside.
“You good?”, she asked, pulling up her eyebrows beneath her mask.
“Yeah.”, he replied, doing his best to let his voice sound firm and steady, “And I just, uh-… Jump?”
She nodded, taking his hand.
“We’ll do the first one together. Then it should be instinctual for you. Ready?”
He clumsily climbed up to her, closing his window behind them.
“Alright, I’ll try…”, he murmured, his grip on her hand tightening. She lightly yelped and he loosened his grip, not used to the new strength the suit provided for him, “Sorry, sorry…”
She waved it off, then concentrated on Marinette on the roof across from them.
“See Mari there? We’ll jump on the count of three.”
He gulped and straightened up with her, his fingers interlacing with hers.
“A-Alright, we can do that.”
“One… Three!”, she suddenly exclaimed, jumping and pulling him with her. Out of reflex he immediately jumped with her, startled by how high he suddenly was. The ground left his feet and he flew, the roof from across coming towards him.
Within a second, it was over and he securely landed on his feet, running a few steps to get the speed from the jump off.
“Wh-… What the hell, woman! Can you even count?!”, he stuttered, bewildered at her mischievous grin.
“I know you. You would’ve chickened out. And now you stand here.”
He grumbled as she crossed her arms, suddenly looking overly smug. But just as a smile snuck on his lips, Marinette once again interrupted them, this time sounding urgently.
“I just spotted Chat Noir heading this way, I don’t think he spotted us yet. Run!”
Immediately, all three of them dashed past windows and chimneys, over the roofs, until they could hide behind a wall to see where the black figure against the dark sky was heading.
The chesire hero landed on the same windowsill but since Nino’s room was dark he growled and jumped off, running back the same way he had come here. And for a split second, Marinette could see that his hand was clenched.
She gasped as he was out of sight, turning away from the edge of the wall to start pacing over the roof, squinting her eyes. Only after a few moments Carapace’s voice sounded through to her.
“… -t’s wrong?”, he asked.
Marinette breathed through, trying to control her panic.
“I think Hawkmoth sent Chat Noir to choose a Peacock. It’s just an assumption since the Peacock can also be lost somewhere but it could be that Hawkmoth has it.”
“Which means we’re not the only ones trying to build up a team.”
“But why did he come to my room?”, Nino interjected, “I mean, I’m not a Peacock chosen and Alya told me you found me through tracking.”
“Plagg is trapped inside the ring.”, Tikki explained, tightly holding onto Marinette’s shoulder, “So he can’t transform with the Peacock. I assume he’s just following it this way, meaning he can track magical hints but not use the much more effective track Marinette is using.”
They all remained silent for a moment before Marinette spoke up with a shaking voice.
“That means he can feel the magical hint to the chosen Bee, too, if he already searched for Nino.”
They all shared a gaze before breaking into a sprint after Marinette’s tugging feeling.
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lizziebennet · 7 years ago
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Hi Aurora okay first tysm for your blog It's so lovely to have another person so passionate about my fave things (i.e hp and period dramas) Anyway, i recently read the HP series (again) and found myself feeling SO MUCH. I genuinely teared up at so many different touching parts and I was just wondering what are your favorite most heart-wrenching/emotional parts from the books? I realize this is a lengthy quesition so feel free to never answer this or take a year.
ye S SS i love being passionate ab things and sharing that passion w my followers!!!!! i love yall esp when u ask me questions like this where i get to talk ab my fave things everrrrrrrrr (ps thank u so much for letting me take forever to answer this ur so cute to say that ilysm)
ok so literally i will cry my way thru the entire series when i reread bc harry potter has so much emotional weight for me and so many memories that go along with it. but i decided to limit myself to just 10 bc otherwise id be sitting here typing all day. so w/o further ado: 
AURORA’S TOP 10 MOST TEARFUL HARRY POTTER MOMENTS: 
((in no particular order)) 
HARRY READS LILY’S LETTER IN DH: listen harry doesnt actually spend a lot of the books angsting over the fact that he doesnt have parents but in moments like this u remember he IS AN ORPHAN AND IT GETS ME SO HARD. fuk like just picturing harry crouched on the floor of sirius’s bedroom reading that letter… rereading it… crying… wow.gif!!!!! the line that makes me cry eveRY TIME is “She had made her g’s the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil.“ LIKE RIP RIP RIP ABORT ABORT ABORT ITS TOO SAD!!!!!
THE LOST PROPHECY IN OOTP: JESSESCREAMING.JPEG!!!!!!!!!!!! listen ,,, i talk ab this chapter so much on my blog. it is my #1 favorite moment in my #1 favorite harry potter book which is my #1 favorite series of all time. SO ITS A PRETTY BIG DEAL. harry’s reaction to sirius’s death… his anger at dumbledore… his grief… his discovery of his fate… its beautiful writing and its so painful but so amazing to read. LIKE!!!!! MY BABY!!! HE’S LOST SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!!!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!!!!!!!!!! “I DON’T CARE!“ Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”” LIKE LITERALLY WHEN I GET TO THIS POINT I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! also fun story: one time i was listening to ootp on audiobook while on vacation and we were in the car waiting to taxi on to a ferry boat and we were listening to this chapter when the ferry guy came by to take our tickets and i had like TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE and jim dale is yelling as harry in the background…. the guy was like ‘is this bitch ok??’ lmaOOOOo 
HARRY AND THE MIRROR OF ERISED IN SS:  this is another one of those moments where you remember that harry is an orphan and its /so/ painful. thinking about this teeny 11 year old baby harry sneaking out every night just to sit in front of this mirror so he can see his parents………my darling baby sweetheart i love him So Much. it just makes me so sad like hes /so young/ AND HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!! it also gives way to one of my all time favorite hp quotes: “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” 
HARRY STOPS SIRIUS AND LUPIN FROM KILLING PETER IN POA: me reading this part is literally ISAYTHATSMYBABYANDIMREALLYPROUD.GIF!!!!!! like!! my boy!! he finds out this man literally caused the death of his parents and he MAKES THE GROWN ASS ADULTS SPARE HIS LIFE… LIKE… he literally acts twice his age and is so mature and is just…….so amazing. it shows such strength and wisdom and it makes me SO PROUD. the way he references james also makes me cry because you see the relationship harry has with james even though he’s literally never met him and its so beautiful. i love harry so much. 
HARRY AFTER SECTUMSEMPER-ING MALFOY IN HBP: this is literally the opposite of that last one where im so proud of harry this is def… not one of his best moments lol. he rly rly fucks up and his guilt is so raw and it makes me so emotional because i feel SO bad for him. its def an important harry moment in the books because it shows his flaws and the consequences of his rage, but it also shows how GOOD he is because he feels so bad about what happens and like willingly takes his punishment even though it means that he cant play in the quidditch match. he really like… atones and even tho its rough to read i def love that its a part of the series bc its a really like watershed moment for harry and i think it really reminds him of the wizard he wants to be. this part also leads to i think a more satisfying harry/ginny first kiss bc ginny defends harry and then him not going to the game leads to “several sunlit days” AKA ONE OF MY FAVE HP MOMENTS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!
HARRY AND HERMIONE VISIT JAMES AND LILY’S GRAVE IN DH: “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.”  THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS THAT I HAVE TO STOP READING BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS ANYMORE. I CRIED TYPING THIS. IM SO SAD. 
THE FOREST AGAIN IN DH: hoo boy. hoooooo boy this is a Big One. this one is really…. wow. just. wow. [deep breath]. there is So Much in this chapter that makes me cry where do i even START. harry realizing that he has to die and ACCEPTING IT BRAVELY LIKE THE HERO HE IS. “Why had he never appreciate what a miracle he was,  brain and nerve and bounding heart?” im crying….. hes so good. HARRY NEARLY STOPPING WHEN HE SEES GINNY and ginny’s crying and comforting some girl and im crying too. JAMES. SIRIUS. LILY. REMUS. WHEN HARRY ASKS IF IT HURTS TO DIE LIKE LITEARLLY I HAVE TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND GET UP  AND WLAK AROUND THE ROOM BECAUSE I GET SO EMOTIONAL LIKE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! when harry sees harry and screams at him ……………… rip in pieces me!!!!!!!! ALSO ONE OF HIS LAST THOUGHTS BEFORE THE AVADA KEDAVRA IS OF GINNY AND KISSING HER……….. [GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]
BELLATRIX TORTURES HERMIONE IN DH: fuk this scene is no joke scary like it took harry potter to another level of real darkness. hermione being tortured was so chilling like beautiufl amazing smart snarky hermione it was so painful to read like my heart rate goes up when i read it bc im worried for my girl :/ and ron is sHAKING and like screaming and literally throwing himself at the walls to try to get to her and its SO upsetting like. they are still CHILDREN like theyre all so young and they dont deserve this like. hearing her plead and stuff … its just…. too much. these are my CHILDREN i have to PROTECT them. 
HARRY DIGS DOBBYS GRAVE IN DH: this is another one of those harry moments where i just want to give him a huge hug. like he insists on digging dobby’s grave by hand which is just ..... [gets choked up] its fine. and his thoughts while he dig make me so sad. he so /tired/. hes so frustrated with dumbledore and he the hallows and the horcruxes and he feels responsible for what happened. and ron coming out and helping him dig silently makes me so happy and its one of those times u really see how much rons friendship means to harry. and harry comes out of this like ... older and more mature? his wisdom and knowledge is rly apparent when he talks with griphook and olivander right after this like. he knows what hes going to do. hes made his choice. hes not going to race voldemort for the wand. i love him so much for that choice. hes such a grown man in this part like accepting responsibility, taking care of hermione and everyone like getting things in order. i love him. 
MRS WEALSEY HUGS HARRY IN THE HOSPITAL WING IN GOF: “’It wasn’t your fault, Harry,’ Mrs. Weasley whispered. ‘I told him to take the cup with me,’ said Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away. Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mothers face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.” HARRY POTTER DESERVES MORE HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he feels so guilty about cedric and god bless mrs weasley for telling him it wasnt his fault because it WASNT!!! he did so amazing in the graveyard like.. .he saw voldemort return and he fought him and he survived and he saw his paretns and hE TOOK CEDRICS BODY BACK SO IT COULD BE WITH HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!! HE TOOK IT BACK FOR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  i would die a thousand deaths if it meant that harry didnt have to experience this pain!!!!
whew so there we go!!!!! the bottom line is obviously that i love the harry potter series more than anything and specifically i love the boy harry potter so so SO much and his suffering is agonizing to read and he didnt deserve any of it!!! i can litearlly think of SO many more heartbreaking moments in the series but here are just a handful. happy birthday to harry!!! 
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shadowlink720 · 7 years ago
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FE: Revelation Randomised Chapter 7
(aka ‘we’re in dire need of stat boosters’)
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It’s time to finally start Revelation properly :’D it only took like, two months after making the first part to get it working past chapter 6 lmao
I should say in advance that I will get all of the chests even if it means backtracking half of the map :V not that it matters to y’all anyway, since I don’t need to annoy ya with it lol
rrrrright let’s get going with chapter 7
oh man i just realised it might be a little strange playing fates again after echoes hahah
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I have seen this line like, so many times when i was trying to get this to work you don’t underst a n d
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time to follow the beanstalk no, idk what i’m talking about
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iiiiit was indeedie
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we gon’ yUMP to our inevitable Deaths lol
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ok but her voice line was ‘is that so?’, it was oddly fitting lol also Flora; that’s... that’s the point hAHAHAh
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yeah we won’t die but we’d Die there’s a very big difference lmao
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guys i just realised i have this ballin’ skill that i can say someone’s name and it comes out as someone else’s name it’s completely pointless :’’’D
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heck yeah boi
animated cutsceeeene aaaaand we in Valla noooow
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ehhhh yes and no idk man i’ve said before this is just a badly written anime
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because magic
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‘no shit, sherlock’ ‘....’ ‘yeah that’s what I THOUGHT, Corrin’
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because it’s fire emblem, of course we’re gonna get spotted
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ya know, that one guy that was name dropped like, ONCE in birthright significantly more in conquest but w/e
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so basically he’s like Zant, only he wasn’t granted power by some sort of triforce wielding pig-man-gerudo-thing, and instead he just went bonkers idk what i’m talking about anymore, I’ll stop
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HAHA yeah, “”””subtle”””
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because Plot
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he can be a princess if he wANTS TO--
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ah jeez man, that would be one heck of a bummer if I cared enough HAH
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tru
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them kitsune ears can pick up the tiniest sounds amirite
.........still bummed out that the preperations screen for revelations isn’t a combined version of Resolve b/c it sounds surprisingly hella Those Who Visit is still good tho
aiight let’s look at Kaze
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look at that 3 base defence ho-hooo man he has Misfortunate as a personal which... can really hinder him since he’s gonna need all the avoidance he can get, he also has Live to Serve which is pointless but OH WELL (Growth rates: HP - 45, Str - 60, Mag - 60, Skill - 25, Spd - 35, Lck - 25, Def - 20, Res - 40) (Heart Seal: Monk and Spear Fighter) (.... yeah I think i’m gonna reclass him into a monk after he gets the kitsune skills and then grand master i guess???)
aiiight let’s hecking gooo
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yyyyyep
oh I forgot this was a seize chapter :o
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whose idea was it to put the archer up front??
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kAZE CHILL
time to camp on the fort for a little bit
wow a ninja ACTUALLY went to the fort to heal, what is this, Echoes???
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Kaze....... i told u to chill;;;
right, let’s head to the right first
hooo boi i hate single tiled corridors;;;
heck there goes Kaze;;;;
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hoooooo man
aiiight time to loop back around for the other chests
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right, last guy in this room
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hOOOOO BOI
the chests had a rescue staff, mend staff and an armourslayer >:3ccc
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theeere he iiiiiis back from the grave lmao
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heck yeah he is
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Magic, Owain magic and p l o t c o n v e n i e n c e
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have at ‘em, Owain
aaaaand that last chest had 5000G :D
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it didn’t even kill him;;;;;; also holy heck Flora got a crit right after him :’’D
lmAO uhhh the music is just dead silent against the Berserker hahahah;;
aaaaand Flora finished him! >:3c
aiight time to seize
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ahdiaugfuygd holy sh i t I didn’t realise the turn count LMAO
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heck yeah
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uhhh Flora what your saying isn’t really fitting for the uhh the ‘I love you’ voice line hahahah;;;;;;;;;
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Owain what the heckle-
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aaand then stuff that has already been explaaained
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... i do not remember Jakob calling him ‘gramps’ asdhdashdgahgs
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I done fucked up, but only because Takumi and Setsuna were being little bitches
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yeah he’s so weak that he could get killed by a vegetable hahaha hah
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he’d have to be that really cheesy pure evil for the shits and giggles for him t hate you- oh wait
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uhh you’ve already done 1 of three of those things, Owain;;; but yeah exposition
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oh lookie who it is
well i mean I hate to say it but you certainly aren’t, Kaze;;;
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and then we rUN awaaaayyyyyy
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seems like you’ve got some riddles stuck in ur throat, Kaze, u ok there?
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of course you would get what it meant really quickly, Owain hahah;;
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EXPOSITION ABOUT THINGS THAT never had anything to do with anything in Birthright OR Conquest :’D
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time to get so hecking mary sue up in this
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OK BUT his voice line was laughter so it was like ‘HAH, HAAHAHhahahah.... what?’
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I GOTTA BELIEEVE!
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yeah Hoshido will be... significantly less ‘holy shit kill her on sight’ kind of thing still ‘kill her on sight’ but they don’t have Garon, Hans or Iago lol
aaaand that’s chapter 7! hooo boi! we’re gonna get a bunch more new units next tiiiiime! since we gon’ do the first paralogue and also chapter 8 >:3c
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fictionalrat · 8 years ago
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let it happen | chapter 4
read on ao3
9:40 A.M.
Lance saves the document, closes it, stares at his laptop desktop image until his eyes start to sting, groans in frustration, and slams his laptop shut. Puts it aside. He crosses his arms like a petulant child, he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes roam around his room.
He watches as the wind plays lazily with his curtains, making their shadows dance, swaying back and forth.
Something moves in his peripheral vision. He rolls his head to the side, fingers hovering over the keypad. The sight that meets him makes him pause, his fingers freeze, Keith looks so peaceful, he looks almost… ethereal. It’s kind of disturbing, yet mesmerizing at the same time.
Keith’s pale face glows a tender hue under the morning light, the sun tinges his chapped lips a deep pink, the scar under his left eye looks almost translucent.
Keith’s so… unfairly beautiful.
He catches himself tracing down the slopes of Keith’s face, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his upper lip with his eyes like a piece of chalk on canvas. He’s never seen something quite this stunning before in his life (granted, he’s only 22, but that’s beside the point), if only he knew how to draw like Keith does.
Lance can’t take this, his heart’s too weak.
He wants to bury his face in Keith’s ruffled hair, wants to breathe him in, wants to have him in his arms, wants to touch, but he seems so out of reach like this. Lance curls his fingers into fists, aching to touch. He restrains himself from charting pale, fading freckles down with his fingertips.
It… it’s very distracting, is what it is.
Keith scrunches up his nose, grumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. Lance’s breath catches in his throat.
Lance… Lance is fucked, he knows he’s fucked, he already knew that then (when Keith suggested this… arrangement), he knows that now, he’s known that for some time now, but it never fails to catch him by surprise. This… feeling never fails to overwhelm him. He fucking hates this… whatever this is, he has no fucking word for this… feeling. It claws at his throat, it kicks him the gut, it scorches his heart, it clenches his heart in a death-grip, it steps on it, it rips his heart apart.
Lance covers his face in his hands and rubs, groaning in frustration. This is ridiculous. He forces himself to look away, and focuses on drilling a hole into the wall with the force of his glare instead, running his tongue over one of his canines.
Do not distract yourself with cheesy rom-com bullshit, bitch, he scolds himself, Write. Yes, writing is good. Stressful, but good. Go back to writing. Avoid contact. Don’t look. Avert your eyes. Work. You’ve got work to do, so do it.
After about five or so minutes of glaring despondently into fucking space and hating himself for being pathetic, he does. He’s always been good at taking all his frustrations on his writing.
He pulls his laptop into his lap, opens it, double taps, and the document appears on the screen. The cursor blinks curiously at him, he blinks back, and sighs. He starts scanning it for typos, and corrects them, all the while grumbling about how fucking stupid he is, and how fucking stupid all those mistakes were.
He adds some of the worst expletives in big, bold and italic capital letters next to shitty, weird ass sounding paragraphs that don’t ever seem to get any better, even after rewriting them seven thousand three hundred and eighty-four fucking times. Doesn’t matter how many times he tries, how many times he bangs his fists on the keyboard, how hard he hits the keys, the words don’t ever seem to come out quite right.
Rinse, lather, repeat.
“¡BESA MI CULO, PUTO!” He snaps at one particularly dumb typo, and deletes its whole sentence out of spite.
Keith stirs, and groans next to him, turning his body towards Lance. Lance tenses, holding his breath and sitting very still until he’s super sure, 100% Keith won’t wake up. Keith sighs obliviously in his sleep, and turns on his stomach. Lance lets out a relieved breath, closing his eyes.
He snaps them open and shakes his head in frustration, “No seas tonto, Lance.”
He hits ctrl-z and skips the paragraph entirely, jumping to two paragraphs bellow, he reads it and gasps, “¿Qué carajo? Who wrote this? A fiveslgfjdjdfds.” A hand lands on the side of his face with a smack, smooching his cheek. Lance screams, - of course he does, how could he not. - and almost falls off the bed.
“SHUT YOUR ROTTEN MOUTH, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP,” Keith growls at him, voice raspy, and low, and terrifying. Even muffled by the pillow and drowsy, his voice doesn’t lose its aggressive edge. What the fuck.
Lance, after recovering his soul, turns his head so he can stare at Keith with raised brows, and huffs, “Hella lot of words coming from a sleeping person, I’d say.”
Keith groans and lifts his face off the pillow, glaring at him through squinty eyes, “Shut that fucking trap, you moldy piece of bread, or get out.”
“This is my fucking room, Keith,” Lance sputters, snapping his laptop shut for added effect, “you get out.”
“I’M SLEEPING, PISS OFF,” Keith kicks at Lance’s leg with enough force to bruise.
“OW! CAREFUL WITH MY COMPUTER, YOU BRUTE!”
Keith grumbles, turning his back to Lance and covering his head with Lance’s comforter. He curls into a ball, shutting Lance out.
Lance relocates his grumpy ass to the couch after flipping an oblivious, snoring Keith off.
He loves the guy, but damn, can he be an asshole so-
…Wait, did he just-
Oh, hell no.
10:34 A.M.
stud muffin so………….. do i even wanna know? probably not, but you’re gonna tell me anyway pidge, cover ur eyes
pidgeotto shut up hunk im not 5 GIVE ME DA DEETS LANCE
space boi lance AWWW MAN MY DUDES MY BROS MY PALS MIS HERMANOS
pidgeotto oh boy here we go…….. im regretting this already
space boi lance SHUT IT BIRD TURD anyway where was i before i was so rudely interrupted??? ah yeah OH MY GOD MY DUDES hes a screamer KEITH KOGANE OUR KEITH IS A SCREAMER ITS LIKE AAAAAA GUYS boi so thicc too goddem cant wait to have him up my ass honest such a nice dick 11/10 reallygreat work of art grade a AND DAT ASS!!!!!!!! GUH SO FUCKING SMOOTH he looks really nice when hes sleeping too so soft i want to chomp on his cheeks ughhhhhh how can he be so perfect its so unfair im swooning i swear to GOD he looks hot even when hes kicking me out of my own room which UNFAIR
A facebook notification pops up at the top of his phone screen in the middle of his rant.
Hunk Garrett tagged you in a post, it says.
Lance arches an eyebrow, “Huh.”
He taps it open.
Hunk Garrett is listening to the less i know the better, by tame impala i’d like to dedicate this song to my good pal Lance Martínez you know /why/ Pidge Holt and 5 others 
Pidge Holt  HOOOOOO BOY THE BURN THATS Y UR MY MAIN HO HUNK I LOVE U
Matthew Holt lol babe look at The Shade Takashi 
Takashi Shirogane Ah yes, that is indeed The Shade Of It All *scratches chin* Lance Martínez shiro i love u but dude ure embarrassing get off the internet Matthew Holt dont trash talk the baby lance Matthew Holt he’s sensitive Matthew Holt (ure adorable babe) Takashi Shirogane I take offence to that Lance Takashi Shirogane No more dog memes for you Lance Martínez NOOOOOO DAD NOT THE DOGGO MEMES Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Lance Martínez u guys are absolute TRASH
Lance Martínez the WORST I TELL U WORST
Lance Martínez I NEED NEW FRIENDS ASAP 
Pidge Holt awwwwwwww lance i love u too Pidge Holt u can tell me everything later i’ll allow it Pidge Holt bring food Pidge Holt and redbull Pidge Holt tons of redbull Lance Martínez ure… ugh Lance Martínez i hate u Lance Martínez u tiny bird turd Pidge Holt URE tiny Lance Martínez GASP U TAKE THAT BACK Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lance Martínez LULU NOT U TOO Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
11:35 A.M.
He’s avoiding the huge ass, one-sided, and glittery elephant in the room, he’s avoiding the fuck out of it. He’ll avoid the fuck out of it until it goes away, until it disappears for good, until it goes to fucking hell, until it’s burning in the fifth circle of hell.
He has no time for this.
This project is worth 40% of his grade.
His prof’s a mad man, yeah, but that’s how it is. He won’t flunk this class just because he can’t control his feelings.
He can’t, won’t, jeopardize his project just because of fucking feelings.
¡No, de ninguna puta manera! 
He needs a shower. 
And a joint. 
And coffee. 
Tons of coffee. 
But a shower first, then facials, then weed, then coffee.
Tons of coffee. 
He’ll also down a shot of tequila, because he’s feeling adventurous. 
(Reckless, he means reckless.)
1:45 P.M.
Lance’s minding his own business, stirring his way into his fifth?? possibly, probably, he’s not sure, cup of coffee, and stuffing his face with ham and pineapple pizza rolls in the kitchen after smoking a whole joint by himself in the bathroom, when he hears it. It is terrifying. A dull thud reverberates through the apartment, echoed by it; the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting shriek he’s ever heard.
“LANCE!”
He freezes, his heart plummets.
His spoon drops and clatters on the floor.
“LANCE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” the deity roars.
Lance squeaks like a fucking mice, and squats, hiding behind the counter.
Run. Pack your things and go, get out of town. Flee to Europe, change your name-
He presses his overheated cheek to the counter and sighs, so good. He grins wide.
Keith’s feet smack on the floor as he stomps, over-aggressively, I dare add, out of Lance’s room, “What the fuck did you do to my ass, you rotten egg?” His voice is louder now, much louder. Lance jumps mid giggle-fit, which sets him off into another one.
“ME!” Lance peers over the countertop and raises his hand, waving sluggishly and cackling, bloodshot eyes wide. Well, as wide as they can go, which, honestly, isn’t much, considering, “I DID THE FUCK! I PUT MY DICK IN - HAH - YOUR ASS! YOU LET ME - HAHAH - IT WAS WILD!”
Keith takes a long look at him and, like a flip has switched, his scowl melts and he bursts out laughing, his nose crinkling up. It’s so fucking adorable, Lance’s heart hurts. It burns. It screams in pain. Lance laughs the pain away like the idiot he is, or maybe just because he’s high as fuck. One can never be too sure, ya feel.
“I know that, you fucking stoner, I mean THE BRUISES.” He points at his bare hips, trying to catch his breath.
Lance’s eyes travel south.
Helloooo there, legs.
Wait, he went too far.
Go back two frames.
There, hips.
Lance blinks, and tries to open his eyes further. He can’t.
He blinks again.
Oh.
Ho boy, he did a number on the guy alright.
Also, this part is super wild, bare with him, it looks weirdly… beautiful? It’s gorgeous, actually. It’s a masterpiece, Lance is an artist.
The red and purple splotches scattered across Keith’s skin are… kind of blurring together in one big ass bruise, that reminds him oddly of the Milky Way. Lance fights hard against the white urge to draw an alien-head above Keith’s hipbone. Keith probably wouldn’t mind it, though. The nerd. Lance chuckles.
Keith clears his throat.
Lance flicks his eyes up at Keith, blinks languidly at him several times. Keith’s waiting for something, isn’t he? What is it again? He rakes his brain for an answer. It beeps.
Ah, yeah.
An answer, right. He needs to answer Keith, duh.
Lance cackles at his stupidity.
“Oh, that.” Lance wipes his eyes on his sleeve in between chuckles as he finally answers, sniffing. He braces his arms on the counter and pushes himself up on his feet, winking, “I’m not sorry about that.” He lies his torso on the counter, smooching his cheek against the cool surface, and shoots Keith a lopsided smile.
Keith shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you looooooove me,”  Lance sing-songs, finger gunning lazily with a grin.
Keith rolls his eyes fondly, and gets closer, dragging one of the stools from under the counter, and sitting down gingerly, wincing a little. His eyes flicker swiftly to something as he settles, before they land on Lance again. Keith frowns, “Should you be drinking coffee?”
Lance frowns back, puzzled, turning his head so he can look at his mug. “Shouldn’t I?” He wonders.
Keith leans over the counter, elbows propped up, and starts picking idly at one of the pizza rolls sitting pretty on the plate in front of him, “It doesn’t affect your high?”
Lance gasps. His pizza rolls. “No touching, you fugly mullet, it’s mineeeeee,” Lance whines, reaching forward and swatting Keith’s fugly hand away. He snatches the plate from Keith and brings it closer to himself, tucking it in between his arms, away from pizza roll-thieving mullets. Lance sticks out his tongue at him, before fitting two of the biggest rolls in his mouth. At the same time. For emphasis. His cheeks puff out.
Keith ducks his head to hide his grin. “You look like a chipmunk,” he comments nonchalantly, tapping his knuckles idly on the surface.
“Nhobowdshy ashkd yuh, Puhtrish,” Lance shoots back.
Keith rolls his eyes and flips him off with both hands, leaning back on his stool.
Lance flashes him the half-chewed food.
“Fuck, that’s gross.”
“Ah.” Lance struggles to swallow all of it dry, but manages, “I forgot to - clears throat - answer, coffee doesn’t affect my high much.” He shrugs, taking a bite off one of the rolls. Keith hums.
Lance swallows, “Pass me the straw, please. The long, bendy one.” He gestures a thumb back.
Keith slides from the stool in one smooth movement, makes his way around the counter and goes for the drawers. Lance hears as it slides open, “Which color?”
“Purple,” Lance answers over his shoulder.
He stretches his arm when Keith pulls the straw out and makes a grabby hand at him.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Keith holds the straw over his head.
“Gimme, or I’ll punch your di-I-i-aaAAAAAah,” he tries to steal the straw from Keith, but loses his footing and almost dives face-first into the cold, hard floor. “¡Coño!” He fumbles to keep upright, hooking a hand on the edge of the other side of the counter. Thank fuck for long fingers.
Lance manages to get his balance back by planting his feet firmly on the ground. Keith makes his way back to his stool, and once he’s settled, he hands Lance the straw already stretched. Keith’s lips quiver in a poorly concealed attempt not to laugh, eyes twinkling mirthfully.
Lance rolls his eyes as he throws the straw into his cup, propping himself on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.
Keith makes gagging sounds, bangs falling on his eyes.
Lance ignores him in order to bring the straw to his lips with his free hand, and suck the coffee, swallowing in an obnoxiously loud gulp.  
Keith’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “You’re gross,” Keith comments, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“Thanks, I try,” Lance grins around his straw, then frowns at Keith’s bare chest. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes, though?” Lance asks, eyes half-lidded, “It’s freezing, Keith.”
Keith raises an eyebrow, looking down. “Off-topic, but no, Lance, it’s not,” he shoots Lance a look, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And how would you know, anyway? You’re high.”
“What’s this jealousy I’m feeling? There’s more, you know.” He pats the breast pocket of his sweatshirt with a dopey smile, and meets Keith’s eyes as he takes a sip, waggling his brows. He swallows and winks, “Don’t need to get all broody on me, grumpy pants.”
Keith hides his face on his arms and groans. Lance can see the blush rising on Keith’s neck, and allows himself a mental pat on the back as he pushes himself upright.
“Okay, let’s go,” Lance trots towards his bedroom.
3:32 P.M.
When they sober up enough to get stuff done, they throw themselves on the couch, legs tangled because why not, right? It’s not like Lance’s life makes any sense, anyway.
Lance with the camera in his hands and laptop on his stomach, Keith with his headphones around his ears, and one of his weird, edgy sci-fi books resting on his thighs.
Lance rests his head on the armrest and hits play.
Keith’s feet tap a comforting rhythm against Lance’s.
4:02 P.M.
Keith falls asleep against the couch, mouth slightly open.
Lance does a poor job at reducing the volume of his laughter at his dramatics on video. Even though Keith’s got his headphones on, Lance still manages to wake him up, and ends up getting kicked in the shin by a very rumpled, grumpy, and over-sized baby with a fugly mullet for that.
He tries not to laugh again.
…He fails miserably, and both his shins suffer.
Terribly.
4:30 P.M.
Because Lance has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, they didn’t manage to catch Keith’s o-face on video. Life is unfair, God hates him, Jesus hates him, even Buddha must hate him, because this, right here, has got to be some sort of twisted divine punishment. Maybe it’s Karma, maybe he was a murderer in his past life, he doesn’t know. What he does know, though, is that this must be fixed.
“Dude,” he kneels on the couch and shakes Keith’s knee to wake him up, “Dude. DUDE!”
Keith’s eyes flutter open and he squints at Lance, blinking blearily, utterly confused.
Lance sits back on his heels and he offers Keith the camera, “Look.”
Keith, while frowning up at him, sits up and takes it. He yawns, unplugging his headphones from his phone and into the camera. He hits play.
Keith snaps the camera shut after about ten minutes, a furious blush burning his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He still looks mildly confused, though, and astoundingly flustered, bringing his knees to his chest.
Lance bites on his bottom lip and heaves a huge breath. “We’ll have to tape chapter 1 again,” he clarifies.
Keith lifts an eyebrow, face still bright red, “Because…”
“I can’t see your face when you’re coming, dude.” Lance explains, waving his hands at the camera in exasperation, “That’s unacceptable, you know. really preposterous. I can’t have this, I can’t WRITE like this. This is a disaster. We gotta redo this, Keith. It’s a matter of life and death.” He grabs both Keith’s knees and shakes.
“But- I’m awake now, dipshit, quit shaking me,” He snaps, batting Lance’s hands away from his knees, “But… don’t you remember my face when I was actually coming yesterday?”
So, you see… remember when Lance mentioned he has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, and some sort of divine punishment is being inflicted upon him? There’s another reason to back up that assessment.
They not only hadn’t caught Keith’s o-face on video, but he also didn’t get to see Keith’s o-face in living color yesterday because he had his fucking eyes closed. Which rude, Lance. That is just plain rude. There’s no excuses. That’s probably why God, Jesus, and Buddha hate you this much.
Lance hangs his head. “I- I had my eyes closed,” he confesses, accepting defeat.
“You’re hopeless.”
Lance’s head shoots up and he gasps, “Excuse!”
“No,” Keith stands up abruptly, almost kneeing Lance’s nose in the process.
Lance squawks and reels back, out of reach, eyes wide, “Wha-”
“Shut the fuck up, you dry raisin,” Keith glares accusingly at him and Lance flinches, “I’ll fix this.”
“Kei-”
Keith’s arm shoots up, and he points his index finger at Lance, thick eyebrows pinched. “Stay put,” he warns, waving his finger, “don’t fucking move, don’t breathe.”
Lance is too confused to react, or even say anything, so he just gapes.
“Just… stay there, I’ll be quick.”
Keith returns buck naked, with a dildo and the lube in hands.
Lance’s at a loss, he’s a loss for words, his sass is gone, along with his ability to form coherent thoughts. Keith has that effect on him, apparently. Keith always finds a way to give Lance whiplash.  
Keith dumps the stuff on the coffee table and turns his attention to Lance, he chuckles at what he sees there, “Shut your mouth, Lance, you’ll catch a fly.”
Lance finds his voice. “Wha-” he clears his throat, and shakes his head before continuing, “What the fuck?” (Eloquent.)
Keith rolls his eyes as he picks up the camera, “You’re gonna tape me as I touch myself.”
Keith hands Lance the camera.
“I don’t…” Lance takes it, still completely dumbfounded.
Keith cuts him off, “I told you I’d fix this, didn’t I? So this is me, fixing it.”
Something in Lance’s brain seems to click.
“Oh,” he replies dumbly.
Oh no, is what he means, no fucking way. He’s gonna die today.
Yup, today is the day.
“Okay, so…” Keith claps his hands, “scooch over, I need the space.”
Lance’s eyes widen, “You really gonna do this here? On the couch?”
“Is there a problem?”
Yes. There’s a ton of problems, actually. Not with Keith doing it on the couch, but still, there’s a problem. Tons of problems. These problems have problems. For one, Lance will probably die. For two, he can’t do this anymore. He can’t but he has to, and he will because his project is worth 40% of his final grade, he will because he has to. He has the moral duty to prove to Keith, and to himself, that he, as a matter of fact, can do this, even if he’ll end up hurt. Fuck his feelings.
“No, no, nope, no problem at all. I’m all up for jerking off on the couch, sign me the fuck up. It’s just…” Lance blows a raspberry, scratching the back of his head, looking around the room, uncertain. He can’t meet Keith’s eyes, “it looks too cramped, I think? I was just, uhm, thinking that maybe, I don’t know, you’d prefer doing this on a bed?”
Keith snorts, “Nah, it’s okay.”
Lance finally looks at him, searching his face, “You sure? Like, 100%?”
Keith rolls his eyes, “Yes Lance, don’t worry, just… keep the camera on me.”  
Lance sits upright, crisscrossing his legs, and points the camera at Keith.
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thewildwilds · 8 years ago
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Any rec recs for Nuxable?
ONCE AGAIN SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY.
And yes OF COURSE I do!!
Some of these are NSFW but I mean it’s actually meaningful for Nuxable so not sorry at all.
Six-String Soldier by @jaesauce. MY FAVORITE!!!! Seriously, the best Nuxable fic ever. It’s an AU where Capable is a folk singer who attracts the attention of gang member Nux and it’s just. The best. It’s still in-progress but I’ve loved this fic since the beginning. The fic writer not only does an amazing job of establishing Nux and Capable’s relationship, but also fleshes out Toast, Cheedo, Dag, Furiosa, Max, etc. so that they all have their own motivations and desires. It’s just SO GOOD. PLEASE READ IT!!!!!
Burn It All Away by meghanc303. Another one of the best Nuxable fics out there. It’s a well-paced fic that takes both Nux and Capable’s traumas into account and shows them healing in really powerful ways. It’s so grounded and realistic and just, augh, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Unfortunately it’s incomplete and hasn’t been updated in a long time, but it’s still ridiculously good. HIGHLY recommended.
Our Words by supergirrl. Another super good fic that I’m crazy about!! Each chapter focuses on different characters, which is what makes it so compelling and interesting. All the women get their own time in the spotlight, which is honestly the best??? I love Nux’s and Capable’s chapters of course, but Toast’s and Cheedo’s are also super super good! I mean the whole fic is good, but those stand out to me the most!
The Art of Finding Reality by Vera. Hoooooo boy this fic is so GOOD. It’s trippy in a good way. I don’t wanna spoil anything. You just gotta read it.
By Any Other Name by winterwinterwinter. Listen. I’m going to love any fic that delves into the meaning of names. And this one is just SO GOOD. I come back to this fic like all the time. I love it so much.
Eternal by conceptofzero. A really good “Max is immortal” theoryfic. The best I’ve read imo. Honestly mostly genfic but still absolutely worth the read!
I’ve enjoyed a shit ton of Nuxable fics over the past year (seriously, the Nuxable fandom knew what the hell they were doing) but these are the ones that stand out the most to me!!
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shadowlink720 · 8 years ago
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FE: Birthright Randomised Chapter 24
(aka ‘Hans couldn’t have died a better death’)
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if memory serves, this chapter gets a bit spoilery then again when have I cared much about spoiling the game given that I’ve been talking about Valla already-
right well I think we finally get to kill Hans in this chapter so that’ll be Fun hahah
ooooki doki let’s go
I think I remember Ryoma just tanking most/all of this chapter when I played it in the vanilla game
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yeah you have a very good memory if that’s the case, Kagero
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just maybe
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that’s a lot of Generals and Heroes yiiiiikes
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we were having too much good luck :V
but on the bright side, they don’t have someone as broken as you, Azura
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her voiceline was ‘No need to worry’ and I’m just yeah there is need to worry
aaaaaaahhhh heck it froze -3- looks like we can’t see the rest of this cutscene with the randomised settings sooo I’ll brb
ok so i went through the cutscene normally and i got to the battle prep not much was missed, except for like uhh Lilith jumping in the way of Hans tryna kill Corrin :V
so anyway let’s get going with that now that we’re back with running it in HANS :V
Right then, let’s gooo! also I wanna try to kill Hans with the daikon just if I can
but before we do anything we should get these dragon veins because fliers aren’t all that fun -3-
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I should also kill this guy before he gets his Venge Naginata out o<o;;;;
ok he got hit but I should be able to heal him? idk yeah Sakura can reach him
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it’s so tempting but then she’s be pretty dang vulnerable
I’ll kill the Berserker with Felicia, just to be safe
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yoooooo she proced Astraaaaa aaand he Very Dead >:3c
oh yikes I
yeah Rinkah’s dead o3o;;;;; I really need to be more careful aiohdohsdiauhdauf
I should grind her up a bit w/ challenges when I can
also Corrin’s getting quite a bit of crits--
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HAH ohh how I love Swordmasters and their insane avoid
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how about some of THIS ayy she levelled up :D
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... it’s not quite a kill but I need to get rid of this Berserker
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yeaaaahh sooonnnnn
unrelated but like I’ve always found that statue of the chained up dragon to be rather pretentious hahahah
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hoooo boi
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this one’s for Rinkah u asshole
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well it it works o<o
oh dear Hinata might Die ok good he dodged;;;;
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Sting Shuriken are great, guys-
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hoooooo daaaamn
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I’m gonna hope you hit, Jakob yaaaas
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I’m down with that and then Hinata can deal with the other one? oh, Saizo took that hit tho
I’ll get the last Dragon Vein w/ Takumi then I’ll heal Saizo and then try to get the kill with Silas :V
oh heck he missed the last hit----- i think he Dead
OH MY GOD He got Big Shielded, and then he DODGED A 74% iashduidisgdaikugd u are insane, my man
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aaaanyway
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ur gonna Die tonight boi
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ho-hooooo man
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geddit Takumiii >:3c
hah! they both levelled up
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y’all mind if Iii
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>:3ccccc
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hehEH woah wait she basically just teleported behind the guy in the second hit--
... ok now for the big question
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holy sh i t heck yes man the Daikon will live on
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yeah it’s more like ‘I’m gonna mess you up with a freaking vegetable’
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I just realised she has two of them--- two whole daikons
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HOLY SHIT
SHE PROCED ASTRA AND IT KILLED HIM OHHHH HELL YES
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the power of the Daikon was too much for your puny mind to comprehend, fool oh cool, a Chakram
ok good there wasn’t another crash;;;;;
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we killed him with a vegetable, and I am not afraid to use it again
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drop your weapons, as Azura said :V
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it’s funny b/c the guy before Felicia spoke was like ‘I think we surrender’ and Felicia’s voiceline was ‘I agree’
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heck yeah we are
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oh yeah she Dead
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‘i’ll let you eat the very daikon that i used to kill hans if u do’
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well she did take an axe to the face
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... do we EVER hear about Moro again? or is it just like twice in the whole game idek-
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Corrin, ya done spooked Mozu :Y
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I... I was about to say that Elise didn’t even know Lilith but then I remembered that Lilith was in Nohr for a while--
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here comes Azura
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heck nah she wouldn’t we still need to kill Iago with this daikon
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pretty sure we all are, Corrin
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uhh .... yyyyeah
aaand that’s the end of the chapter! hoo boi we’ve only got 3 left and the endgame :o ah yes, next chapter I believe we FINALLY get to fight Iago properly >:3ccc
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