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nhlclover · 2 years ago

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ATLAS | TREVOR ZEGRAS

summary: your boyfriend comes home after a rough game, only to let his frustrations out on you

warnings: arguing & angst

word count: 0.99k

I turned the tv off after all the Ducks had walked down the tunnel after having given up 6 goals and marking none against Edmonton. The boys were exhausted and frustrated after an abysmal season. I was seeing that firsthand in my boyfriend.

With every loss, he would come home a little less joyous than the one before. Trevor did a good job at leaving it all on the ice but he’s also the type of person that blames every loss on himself. He carries the weight of every loss on his shoulders, letting it pile up till it becomes too much. That leads to him taking his frustrations out on the ice and being reckless with how he does it.

I knew it would take a minute for Trevor to get home, so I finished some chores while waiting for his arrival. I was just starting the dishwasher when I heard the door click open and shut, paired with him kicking off his shoes and his backpack dropping to the floor.

I enter the living room where Trevor’s shuffling through, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He grimaces as he removes it, stretching out his arms.

“Hi, my love.” I say softly, sitting on the edge of the couch in front of him.

“Hi.” He sighs.

“How was the game?” I ask, even though I know exactly how it went.

“Did you watch?” He asks me.

“Well yeah, of course I did but-”

“Then you know how it went.” He grumbles.

I’m slightly caught off guard by Trevor cutting me off and his curt tone, but I understand where it's coming from. I watch him grimace again as he rubs his shoulder, which I assume is sore from being checked into the boards by one of the Oiler's D-men.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied sharply.

I sigh, getting up and standing in front of him, delicately placing my hands on his shoulders. “Hey, how about we take a hot bath together? Hmm? I can get the Epsom salts and maybe a couple of candles?” I ask him.

He finally looks into my eyes, but his are tired and slightly frustrated. “I’m just going to take a shower on my own.” He says.

“Are you sure?” I ask, rubbing my hands up and down his upper arms. “I mean you never turn down a bath.”

Trevor suddenly pushes my hands off and steps away from me. “Yes, I’m sure, holy shit.” He said in an exasperated tone. “Get off my back.”

“What the fuck, Trevor?” I ask, not bothering to watch my tone anymore.

“What?” He shoots back.

“Don’t say ‘what?’ like that.” I snap. “I don’t understand why you’re taking your anger out on me.”

“I’m not.” He grumbles.

“Yes you fucking are, Trevor! You’re being so short with me and for what?” I ask. Trevor runs his hands over his face and walks away from me.

“Whatever, I don’t need this right now. I’m going to take a shower.” He mumbles, heading down the hall and into our master bathroom.

I feel like screaming, but I don’t out of fear of bothering my neighbours. I get that he’s stressed and frustrated, but it doesn’t excuse him being a complete and utter asshole. It feels unfair for his anger to be misdirected to me. When the shower turns on, I walk into our bedroom and prepare for bed. I try to fall asleep before Trevor’s done with his shower but I find myself kept awake by my anger and our unresolved argument.

I hear the shower turn off and a bit of movement in the bathroom before the door opens and Trevor begins changing. I stay still and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don’t have the energy to argue some more with Trevor tonight, so I hope that his attitude will change by morning.

I hear the drawers of his dresser slide open and shut as he changes into some sweats. He slides into our bed, and his arms snake around my torso pulling me close.

“I know you’re still awake, baby.” He whispers, pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder. His tone is a stark difference from before, now soft and mellow, a hint of sadness trailing every word. “I’m sorry for how I was acting earlier and how I treated you. That wasn’t fair for you. Shit’s been difficult with work and I took it out on you, but you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”

I let out a breath of air I had been subconsciously holding in, twisting around in his arms to face him. “Lay it on me.” He says, expecting my outburst to continue.

I chuckle softly, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. “I forgive you,” I say, knowing he truly didn’t mean to take it out on me. “But I need you to talk to me. Or Troy, or Jamie, just somebody. It’s not good for you to just let this all bubble up and then lose your temper like this when you get a little bit upset.”

“I know, I know.” He sighs. I pull him close, resting his head against my chest, our legs tangling together. “It’s just so fucking frustrating. It doesn’t matter how much I score if I can’t fucking get back and defend. I’m letting way too many shots get to Gibby or Stolie. And we’re just getting dominated in every game."

“You need to stop putting every loss on yourself,” I tell him. “It’s good to recognize what you need to improve on but at this point, you’re taking on the faults of others.”

He lets out a deep sigh and presses his forehead into my sternum. “I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” I ask him, feeling him nod in response. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He replies.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #nhl #anaheim ducks #angst #luvzegras #hockey

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babydollmarauders · 2 years ago

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SEVEN)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5- 5.5 - 6 - 7

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hello everyone, welcome back to your postgame recap: blackhawks edition! unfortunately everyone’s favorite WAG (sorry girls) and social media manager: me, was unable to attend this road-trip due to illness. however, i, of course, still watched this game and have many a comments!

first, what the hell were these boys doing in first period that they couldn’t get a single goal against the blackhawks? had me yelling at the tv!

however, my favorite gingersnap got the first goal of the night 6:19 into the second period! GO HAM! I’M SO PROUD!

following that up, my uncle (we are still not related in any way) got his 11th goal of the season, tying up the game! really had me haula-ing! (get it? haula-ing? hollering? whatever!)

mere minutes after, my dear sweet boqy scored, making us end the second period up by 1!

we opened 3rd period with a camera shot of my boyfriend. that is the face of someone who misses his wonderful girlfriend and cannot wait to come home and take care of her while she is sick (jack come home. i think i need you more than they do.)

we kicked off 3rd period scoring with a goal by mr. edward cullen himself! he really does sparkle, doesn’t he! who knew vamps were so good at hockey?

with not even 4 minutes left in the game, we got an amazing wrap around shot by timo, who has yet to insult me again! i feel like a proud mother!

and lastly, my sweet baby, mercy put the nail in the coffin for this game with an empty net goal, bringing the final score to 6-3! dawson, you have never let me down, unlike your brother, john.

closing off this post, we have some adorable shots of captain swiss and lil jizzy with blackwood.

p.s. i’d like to bring everyone’s attention to my boyfriend’s hand. that’s my favorite hand, because it holds mine <3 jack come home, i have separation anxiety

tagged dougieham, ehaula, jesperboqvist, jackhughes, ryangraves27, tmeier96, dawson1417 and nicohischier

user oh no! i hope you feel better :(

john.marino97 i didn’t even do anything in this game and you still find a way to insult me

y/ndevils00 that’s exactly WHY i insulted you. do better.

jackhughes for once, you actually got what i was thinking about right

y/ndevils00 i’ve been saying you were thinking about me for so long, i was bound to be right eventually

jackhughes i miss you pretty girl

y/ndevils00 aww shucks, you’re making me blush 🤭

jackhughes nevermind never say that again

jackhughes you like my hand? you’re such a sap

y/ndevils00 let’s try that again

jackhughes i like your hand too?

y/ndevils00 why thank you! is it because it holds yours?

jackhughes dawson tells me i should say yes

y/ndevils00 well at least dawson understands how to be affectionate

ehaula i’m begging you to stop using my name as a pun

y/ndevils00 and i’m begging you to hop off my dick

dawson1417 @/y/ndevils00 y/n….

y/ndevils00 i mean, no, thank you. i would like to keep making my puns if that’s okay with you

ehaula since you asked so nicely.. still no

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 how do i work with this?

dawson1417 @/y/ndevils00 you stop making the puns?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i can’t do that

user67 sick y/n is so lovey, jack better get home asap

dougieham thank you, y/n!

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! now, will you bring me wawa when you guys get back?

dougieham i will. but does jack not feed you?

y/ndevils00 i don’t like his food

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you know i can see this right?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no you can’t. this is a private conversation

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 it’s really not

ryangraves27 i’m still not a vampire

y/ndevils00 i’ve never seen you eat garlic so i cannot rule it out as a possibility

ryangraves27 you’ve also never seen me drink blood though

y/ndevils00 look, i don’t know what you’re into

ryangraves27 i’m so confused

dawson1417 y/n, what do we say to marino?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i’m sorry and i love you both equally 🙄

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 this seems anything but genuine

y/ndevils00 dawson, he’s onto us! what do i do?

dawson1417 well i can tell you what you don’t do: that!

tmeier96 i think i learned my lesson from last time. i’ll never insult you again

y/ndevils00 good. actions have consequences and you’d do good to remember that!

nicohischier ❤️❤️

y/ndevils00 you are my favorite, swiss cheese

nicohischier i’m revoking my hearts

y/ndevils00 it’s too late, i already have them they’re mine now

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic #dawson mercer #john marino #nico hischier #ryan graves #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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kazoosandfannypacks · 26 days ago

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Sabezra Week, Day 6, “Stars” STAR crossed rebellion heroes... UPDATE!!!!!

summary: sabine and ezra finally share their first kiss. unfortunately, it’s on a broadcast to every rebel cell in the galaxy. chapter word count: 1674 a/n: i couldn't think of anything good to do for this prompt, but i had the fourth chapter of a fic with star in the title just WAITING to be posted and knew i had no choice. shoutout to the unbelievable super cool outrageous and amazing @kanerallels for betaing! taglist: @laughingphoenixleader@accidental-spice@kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse@dootchster @lucasbridger@redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian@notanodinarygirl {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

Ch. 4 Ezra Actually Has The Worst Friends In The Galaxy

At first, Ezra almost wished he hadn't missed the opportunity to ride the purrgil express to a distant galaxy. What was worth sticking around for, anyways? Life would be so much simpler if he was a million parsecs away, living out the rest of his days as a hermit, a street rat once again, without all these people watching his every move.

Instead, he was in his own galaxy. The crewmates he cared about so much were making a field day of teasing him. The rebellion that hailed him a hero now smiled for different reasons when they saw him. And Sabine?

Well, Sabine was actually what made it all worth it. He'd kissed his best friend, and now she was avoiding him.

This was good, of course. If what happened between them was no big deal, she wouldn't be avoiding him. Instead, she would've just said something along the lines of, "oh that was so dumb, let's never do that again," and made sure a recording of that rejection was broadcast to every rebel cell, too. If that kiss meant absolutely nothing, she wouldn't say they'd talk about it later. She would shut it down faster than it started.

Knowing this, he was still in pretty good spirits as he made his way down to the city square, with Sabine a respectable distance away from him.

But he lost her pretty quickly, as the first place he made it his goal to stop by was the holo-footage control booth, where Jai sat, watching his datapad.

Ezra didn't say a word as he entered, but watched as his friend looked up at him, a nervous expression crossing his face.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!" Jai said, "shouldn't you be off enjoying the celebration?"

"I'm on my way there," Ezra said, taking his best "I'm not disappointed, I'm just mad" face for a test-drive, "just had to take care of something first."

"I, uh," Jai said, "I take it you're not happy that your first kiss was live-streamed to the entire galaxy?"

"Not particularly," Ezra said, before his train of thought hit a snag, "wait, first kiss? You didn't broadcast that piece of information too, did you?"

"Was it your first kiss?" Jai asked.

"That's not the point," Ezra said.

"Chill your jets," Jai said, "I didn't add any context other than what the video itself gave. You ought to see the comments section, though."

"Comment section?" Ezra asked, "since when do our broadcasts have a comment section?"

"Oh, ours don't," Jai said, "but with millions of people watching, it's not a stretch of the imagination to assume at least one of them would've recorded and re-uploaded the footage."

Ezra took the datapad out of Jai's hand and looked at the series of thumbnails on a holosite, seeing more images of him and Sabine kissing than any of his teenage dreams could've put together.

"You and Sabine are already trending," Jai said.

"Really?" Ezra asked. As upset and somewhat mortified as he was, he was also, at least a little bit, delighted to be associated so closely with Sabine.

"And besides," Jai said, "we're already seeing an exponential increase in views today because of you guys' special moment— how's that for sticking it to the Empire?"

"They're not watching the part where were talking about sticking it to the Empire," Ezra said, glaring at Jai before turning back to the datapad and reading off one of the video titles, "they're watching 'star crossed rebellion heroes share a passionate kiss on live broadcast, not clickbait.'"

"Close enough," Jai said, taking his datapad back, "either way, nothing we can do about it now, sorry."

"That's alright," Ezra said, "but do yourself a favor."

"What's that?" Jai asked.

"All that information you just told me? Don't tell Sabine."

That warning had been more than fair and less than deserved, and there was admittedly a small part of Ezra that almost wished his friend wouldn't heed it. As he walked away from the booth, he couldn't help but relish the idea of Jai sharing all that data with someone involved who fundamentally leaned much more towards violence than him.

🧡.📱.💜

It wasn't that Ezra had forgotten to silence his commlink. It was more that most of the people who communicated with him were either at the festivities, knew he would be at the festivities, or only had his contact signal for emergencies.

Unfortunately, one person fit into none of the above categories.

"This better be important," Ezra said, as he stepped aside to answer his comm.

"Of utmost importance," the weequay pirate on the comm responded, "I just wanted to give my deepest congratulations."

"For rescuing Lothal?" Ezra asked, "Hondo, you were there for that."

"Not that," Hondo said, "when Melch started to talk about it, I thought it was only a wonderful rumor. How delighted I was to see you and the Mandalorian girl are, as they say, trending!"

"I don't have time to talk about that," Ezra said, rolling his eyes.

"Though, of course," Hondo continued, "it's bad business practice to become so popular under your real name, or to broadcast your affections so openly. I admire your audacity, Bridger."

"Not really my choice," Ezra said. "Listen, I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Oh, but of course," Hondo laughed, "I'm sure you have something much more fascinating you could be doing right now than babble with an old pirate."

"Thank you."

"And someone much more fascinating to do so with, if you know what I mean."

"Hondo!"

"So long, my boy!" Hondo responded, quickly, before Ezra turned off his comm in frustration.

So far the score was Friends Who Were Teasing Ezra: 4, and Ezra: uh.

Well, he couldn't tell if he'd scored anything yet, but he certainly didn't feel like he was winning.

🧡.📱.💜

Ezra hurriedly shoved his comm into his pocket and slipped out of the alleyway he was in, thankful he'd stepped aside to take Hondo's message rather than listen to it in public view.

All his annoyance and frustration melted away, though, when he saw Sabine across the way from him, and, even from a distance, noticed the twinkle in her eye. How quickly her presence soothed him and slowed the rapid pace of his mind!

"Yeah, Sabine doesn't want to talk to me about us," Ezra thought, already making his way through the crowd to her, "but hopefully she still wants to talk to me about other stuff, right?"

He hoped the best moment of his life hadn't ruined the best friendship of his life.

"Hey," Sabine said as he approached.

"I know you don't want to talk about, well, you know," Ezra said, "but, uh, we're still chill to hang out, right?"

He hoped that didn't sound as desperate as he thought it did.

"Uh, sure," Sabine said, and though her response sounded cold, her eyes were warm and inviting, and Ezra felt it would be rude and against his own self interest to refuse their call.

"Good," Ezra said, relief painting a smile across his lips, "because no matter what happens to us, I hope we never stop being friends."

Sabine only nodded and smiled and said "yeah, me too," but it was enough to stop Ezra's heart, then start it up again, this time beating faster than before.

There were a million things Ezra could say, but not here, not now, not with everyone in the world watching them.

No, the words and requests that reigned in his mind would have to find their place later.

"Glad to see we're still cool," Ezra said, turning away, hoping he could formulate a normal sentence if his gaze wasn't fixed on hers.

"Yeah," Sabine said.

The silence between them ended while it could still be called beautiful instead of awkward, and Ezra couldn't help but watch as Sabine walked away, intermingling herself into the crowd.

A sigh forced itself out of his lungs, followed by half a dozen deep breaths in an attempt to bring his heartbeat back to a normal level.

"Dude, you've got it so bad for her."

Ezra turned to see Wedge standing next to him, datapad in hand. "At least, that's what the comments say," Wedge continued.

"You believe everything you read on the holonet?"

"Sometimes they've got some truth to them," he said, and began to read off the screen in front of him, "'A major win for swagless cringefail boys everywhere.' 'This was not on my 3273LY bingo card.' 'Didn't know Bridger could pull.'"

Ezra looked over his shoulder at the screen. "Wedge, that last comment was yours."

"Come on, let us have this," Wedge said, "rogue squadron's been waiting for something to happen with you guys for cycles now."

"Why's everyone so interested in me and Sabine anyways?" Ezra asked. "Don't you guys have your own lives to worry about?"

"Rebellions are built on hope, Ezra," Wedge said, "and if there's hope for you to somehow work your way out of a five cycle friendzone, there's hope for us all."

"Shows what you know. Until I get a chance to talk things out with Sabine, I'm still in the friendzone." Ezra stopped talking and thought about his words for half a second. "That sounded a lot less pathetic in my head."

Wedge laughed, as though he thought Ezra's verbal slip-up was an intentional attempt at humor. Ezra laughed along just to keep that illusion alive.

"Whatever you say, Bridger." Wedge said. "Just do me a favor: If things don't work out with you and Sabine, wait to tell Darklighter until after I've gotten the thirty credits from him."

Ezra shook his head. "I oughta tell General Dodonna that your squadrons have nothing better to do than place bets on other people's personal lives."

"Like that's gonna do any good," Wedge said, "Mart's already got him down for seventeen credits too."

For those keeping score, like Ezra was: Supposed Allies Making A Joke Of Ezra's Personal Life: 7, Ezra: zero.

Definitely a zero.

🧡.📱.💜

#sabezra #fanfic #fanfiction #kazzy writes #sabine wren #ezra bridger #canon divergence #otp: im counting on you #star wars rebels #STAR CROSSED REBELLION HEROES SHARE A PASSIONATE KISS ON LIVE BROADCAST (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!!)#jai kell #hondo ohnaka #wedge antilles #sabezra week #sabezra week 2024

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pinkdogplushie · 4 months ago

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The ending of My Hero Academia was good, but flawed

And it was not so much disappointing as it was unsatisfying

I think its main flaw is that it tried to wrap up all plot threads except Izuku's. Everyone finds closure, achieves their dreams and finds new goals in life, but Izuku never does: he 'lets go' of the OfA embers, which on itself is not a bad move, except that he does it at graduation, and we never see him even try to be a hero without his powers. This goes against what the entire manga has been trying to say from the beginning, that a hero doesn't need powers to be heroic, only the instinct to save and protect; and yet, when "the greatest hero of all time" didn't have his powers anymore, he never even got the chance to be on the field. He was only able to rejoin through a mechanical suit 8 years after graduation.

Now, again, this on itself isn't a bad narrative move. Given the ending's emphasis on being realistic over being idealistic, you could have Izuku be faced with discrimination against being a Quirkless hero and eventually having to become a teacher to have any work at all. You could show him try to make the best out of his lot in life and yet still be bitter that the world is not ready for a Quirkless hero despite all he has done. You could have him be inspired to help someone else become the Quirkless hero he wants to see in the world and vowing to keep his fight even after returning to the fray of active hero duty.

But none of that happens. Izuku just seems content with not having powers anymore and not being able to perform in the field he sacrificed so much to join. You could say he mourned the loss of his powers and came to terms with his new reality over the 8-year time skip, but it would have been nice to actually see that. He doesn't seem to be even fighting for a cause anymore, not like his classmates are. Shoji is working on peaceful resolutions to conflicts, Uraraka and others are working on providing proper Quirk education, and Izuku... is just a teacher. His sole moment of inspiring someone else is a random encounter with a hero hopeful with a 'weak Quirk' who nevertheless has a better chance of becoming a hero than Izuku himself has. After being portrayed as a force for change throughout the entire manga, Izuku has become stagnant, complacent and seemingly resigned to his fate.

In short, Horikoshi did him dirty.

Now, not everything about the ending was bad. Yes, Mineta is shown to have become a hero despite seemingly never changing as a person, but Shinsou and Aoyama become heroes after all their struggles. Yes, Ochako lost Toga and didn't end up with Izuku, but she has clearly grown as a person, is working to save kids from going off the deep end because of Quirk discrimination, and probably has moved on from her high school crush. Yes, Endeavor is unfortunately still alive, but his children have made it clear they don't forgive him just because he's really regretful, he's out of the field for good and Shouto is respected as a hero in his own right. Crime rates are going down not because there are more heroes, but because heroes are going after the roots of villainy rather than just fighting the symptoms.

So yeah, the MHA manga ending isn't bad.

It just could have been better.

...And that's why I decided to write my own ending.

I present to you, my Epilogue Arc AU:

Aoyama rejoins Class 2-A after 6 months of self-reflection and individual Quirk training when Mineta is expelled in the middle of their second school year due to Aizawa realizing the guy is still a pervert even after surviving a war. Oboro is also returned to life, just with his old Quirk severely modified. Additionally, UA decides to keep the dorm system even after the danger of All for One has passed.

The constant companionship and support of his friends convinces Izuku to be selfish for once in his life and keep his embers alive past graduation so he can be a hero by his classmates' side, like he has done all this time. He manages to work full-time as a hero for four years, during which he prepares himself for the eventual disappearance of his powers. He mourns the loss of One for All and starts fighting to become a Quirkless hero, but Hawks tells him that unfortunately Japan is not ready to accept one yet, no matter how much Izuku's fought. After reaching a low point, talking with Yagi and Aizawa gives him the strength to keep fighting to make Quirkless heroes a reality one day.

One day, he receives a call from his agency's doctor, who had been helping him manage his diminishing powers. Research conducted during his brief stint as a full-time Pro Hero reveals that, while One for All is gone, Izuku's DNA was irreversibly altered by its presence, which was necessary for it to be transferred from holder to holder. Because of this, he has a simple Quirk with the potential to hold and manage astounding amounts of raw power, which Yagi apparently also has but was unable to notice due to One for All's overwhelming presence and the need for secrecy in regards to it. Izuku decides to name his Quirk Stockpile.

Stockpile is a combination of Yoichi's original transference quirk and the stockpiling one he got from his brother, and behaves like a normal Quirk: it can't host Vestiges nor pass on extra Quirks, and it can only be 'transferred' and combine with others' Quirks through reproduction. Nevertheless, Izuku is not able to use it like he did One for All, only being able to generate very brief flashes of energy throughout his body that don't last long enough to enhance his natural strength and speed, much like what happened with Yagi after losing his embers.

Izuku is amazed at how much technology has advanced to allow for this discovery and happy to know that, in the end, One for All was always meant to become his own Quirk. But he still wants to semi-retire, unwilling to start experimenting with his body or take a new prescribed form of Trigger in order to turn a spark into a flame. He decides to become a teacher at UA, aiming to inspire future generations to become heroes regardless of their Quirks or lack thereof.

Four years after his unofficial retirement, Izuku gets a gift from Yagi, his mother and the rest of 1-A. Thanks to the data gathered through the Armored All Might suit and with the help of Eri's Rewind, Hatsume Mei has created a suit that kickstarts and enhances Izuku's Quirk, restoring his strength and speed to near their original levels without compromising his health. This opens the possibility that Stockpile could return to full power on its own if it's 'jogged' regularly. However, Izuku realizes he is satisfied with his life as it is now, even if he never becomes as powerful as he was in high school again. For now, he is content to return to active hero duty while still being a teacher, and continue bettering society alongside his friends and fellow heroes.

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nyasiaaaaa · 10 months ago

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In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)

Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cursing, blood, Slight smut ( hand job), Kissing, angst, hurt/ no comfort Tommy Shelby, ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) ( Also Y/N is on dick, IDKY she acts like this)

A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 part 6

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Week 1:

The first 72 hours after surgery were rough; everyone was waiting around to see if he would slip in the night. He made it through. Well, he started breathing on his own, so that was good, but he still hasn't woken up. In the mornings, you would continuously walk past his room, peaking through the window, seeing if he was still alive, seeing who visited him. You always watched, but you never went in. During the day, you worked with other patients, and at night, you would sit by his bed and watch him sleep every night.

Week 2:

Tommy was still in a coma, and every day, your fears worsened. All the what-ifs ran through your head; what if he never woke up? Still, every night, you were by his side waiting, watching.

Week 3:

Two nights ago, Tommy woke up; you were "talking" to him, which you did most nights to help with the silence and pass the time. You were busy ranting about your day and this horrible patient who had come into the ER as you knitted a sweater.

"So then she yelled at me, telling me I'm a stupid bitch who needs to go get a real doctor to check her out. So then, you know what I did? I gave her a piece of my mind," you said, pausing to focus on the sweater for a second.

"You did, eh?"

If it wasn't for the fact that you could see his eyes open, you would've thought you had hallucinated. You rushed over to him, dropping the sweater on the floor.

"Tommy, are you ok? How do you feel? Do you need some water? Hold on, let me go get the Doctor." You were about to rush off when you felt yourself being pulled back slightly

"Let another nurse get the doctor; you didn't finish telling me your story." His words came out rushed, almost as if he was pushing them out so he could take a breath.

"Ok," You laughed as you wiped the tears on your face and held his hand tightly.

Week 4:

Tommy was getting better every day; he wasn't making huge milestones, but he was meeting his goals.

You walked in to check on Tommy during lunch after finishing up with most of your work for the day. You caught him trying to bring his head down to his hands so he could put the cig in his mouth. This might not seem like much, but the fact that he could get the cig out of the box in the first place was huge.

You walked up to him, taking the cig out of his hand before licking your lip and running the cig across them. You held the cig between your lips as you reached down and got a match from the box; you lit up, taking a drag before placing it in Tommy's mouth.

"Thank you"

"You welcome."

You walked towards the end of his bed, picking up the paper for Today and walking back up towards him, pulling a chair with you along the way. You placed the chair next to him, taking a seat as you flipped through the paper.

You stopped flipping to reach up and take the cig from Tommy to ash it before giving it back to him.

"Anything interesting," he asked.

"Nope, the only thing is that it seems your horse came in 3rd place at the derby; congratulations, Mr.Shebly."

Again, you reached up, taking the cig from his mouth, ashing it, and then giving it back. Tommy rested his head back and closed his eyes as he finished his cig.

"What else does it say?" he turned to look at you. "Read it to me," he asked, and you did; for the rest of the afternoon, you sat there reading the paper to Tommy as you lit and ashed his cigs for him.

Week 5:

It didn't take long for you to catch on that Tommy couldn't read. Well, it's not that he couldn't read, but he couldn't see. Tommy was on a load of medication, and you couldn't even remember everyone, let alone the dose of each one. You were getting his medicine ready for him, but you could only remember three out of six of the medications, and you didn't read the doses for them.

You looked around for Tommy's chart and saw it was on the nightstand across the room next to him.

"Tommy read the medicines and doses out loud for me; I can't remember if I'm doing this right, so just read them all, please,"

Tommy grabbed the clipboard and looked at it; you waited a bit, giving him some time to locate the information.

Seconds turn into minutes, and Tommy still hasn't said a word; you turn around to catch him holding the clip close to his face, moving it far away, and then back close up.

"Tommy"

He looked over the papers one more time before handing the clip out to you; you walked up, took it out of his hand, and then walked back over to the medicines; you fished up and brought them all over to Tommy.

"I'm going for lunch with the other nurse. I'll be back." You walked toward the door, opening it before you turned back toward Tommy.

"I'll send for the eye doctor to come about." You gave him a tight smile before closing the door and heading out for lunch with your friends.

Week 6:

Tommy started his physical therapy a couple of days ago, and every day, you accompanied him. You didn't have to be there for his physical therapy, but you wanted to, and you had the feeling Tommy did, too.

You sat at the opposite side of Tommy, who stood at the end of parallel bars; he held himself up as the physical therapist told him what to do.

"Ok. Now, Mr.Shelby, when you are ready, start walking down to her; take your time. Don't rush."

Tommy started to walk towards you. It wasn't the most stable, and it was very slow as he basically dragged himself along the bars as he walked. He only made it a few steps before taking a break to catch his breath. You could tell he was embarrassed if anyone saw him right now….

It's been a few minutes, and Tommy still hasn't moved; you don't know if he's in pain or if his mind is racing with fear of the future.

You pick the newspaper up next to you and quickly glance over.

"Tommy, I knew you had a horse racing this weekend, but you didn't say it won first place." You held the newspaper up, covering your face as you spoke. Your poker face wasn't the best, but you needed to get Tommy out of his head.

"Bring it here."

You knew you had him, seeing as it was early in the morning, and neither John nor Arthur had been by to tell him the actual placing of his horse.

"Wow, won by an Inch, a close call, they say. Hey, what's the type of payout from a win like this?" You Ignored him as you continued to "Skim" through the paper.

You peeked around the paper to see Tommy walking towards you. He was still struggling, but his steps had much more determination behind them.

He reached the end of the bars and leaned on them as he held his hand out.

"Oi, give it here."

"You can't even see the words on the paper, Tommy."

"Don't care"

You handed him the paper, and even though Tommy couldn't see, it didn't really matter; on the cover of the newspaper was a big picture of a gangster who had been killed.

Tommy's horse had raced the other day, and the papers had the result, but it would be on Today's paper, and Tommy was holding yesterday's.

He let out a puff of air as he read over the paper. He looked up at you raising the papers, and he did,

"Where's today's paper?"

"I don't know; I think the mail boy is running late." You glanced over your shoulder as if you were looking for him. "He should be here soon, maybe even by the time you finish your therapy," you gave him a smile with a thumbs up.

"Now, going on, turn around; you still have about an hour to go," you said, cheering him on.

He looked at you briefly before Turning around and walking back towards the Doctor.

You watched Tommy continue on the bars before switching to some weight lifting and more. Today ( Monday) was the start, but by Friday, you could already see the difference in his steps and how confidently he took them; he was getting better and stronger every day.

Later, you learn that his horse did, in fact, win first place.

Week 7:

Tommy has been doing very well in physical therapy to the point where he is off the bars and is now walking around with a cane; he can't go far, but it's a start. You still go to every appointment even though no one asked you to; you still go, just like how you still sit with Tommy through the night even though he's been out of the woods for weeks. You don't know why you are doing this, but you can't stop.

Week 8:

You were exhausted; you had been doing this for eight weeks now, and to be honest, you were surprised you had been able to keep this up; you hadn't spent a night at your apartment in weeks. You were always at the hospital during the day and night; you slept next to Tommy at night but only caught a couple of hours if you were lucky.

And your body ached in places you never knew could hurt; sleeping in that chair every night started to make you have bad posture. You had to stop; you had to start going home, getting a good night's sleep, and taking showers in the comfort of your own home; you need rest and space.

You decide that starting Today, you will go home instead of staying with Tommy for the night; you finish your shift like usual, but instead of heading towards Tommy's room, you head outside to head home. You decide not to tell Tommy that you aren't going to be "staying the nights" anymore; you don't see any reason to. Tommy is usually asleep by the time you come, and you are gone by the time he wakes up, so he wouldn't know the difference anyway, and you feel like if you did say something, he might see you as…… Creepy.

Week 9:

You ended up taking three days off. That first night you got home, you slept the best you have in your whole life, and the following day, you couldn't get up, so you called off; you stayed home relaxed, read, and just spent time with yourself. You didn't realize how bad you need this until day two came, and you called out again because the idea of returning to work makes you sick.

Again, you rested, cleaned, and just spent time with yourself; the quiet is what you enjoyed the most, and the smell of anything other than chemicals and bleach. Again, on the third day, you called out, but you told yourself that this would be the last day; after this, you would head back to work, so you needed to enjoy it while it lasted, and you did. You went to the market and shopped for food, went out to the pictures during the time, so it was empty and quiet, and even went to a boutique in town that you've always seen but never gone to. By the end of your day, you were tired, but in a good way, you felt good enough to head back to work.

The next day, you headed to work with a bit of a skip in your step; you missed Tommy; you would never say that out loud, but you did.

You walked in and said a quick hello to the other nurses before. Heading off to Tommy's room, as soon as you entered the room, you smelled opioids. You looked around the room for the source and found a pipe next to Tommy on the bed. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands as you studied it.

You reached down and pushed Tommy.

"Wake up, Tommy. Wake up." You pushed him again; he was lying on his stomach, and his arms circled his pillow. You pushed his once more as you yelled, "TOMMY!"

He began to stir as he lifted his head up to look at you; you looked at yourself dazed before darting his eyes to what was in your hands and then back to your face.

"What?" his voice was raspy.

"W-what is this, Tommy? This is bad for you, and especially with your injury, you have no business doing this; the damage it could cause is irreversible.” You were upset. You had gone over everything Tommy could and couldn't have, what he could and couldn't do.

"I needed to sleep," he said before laying his head back down.

"You sleep fine; if you didn't, you could've asked for some tablets to help."

You guess he was tired of hearing your voice cause he covered his ears, letting out a groan; he Lay there for a second before turning and sitting up; he looked at you and nodded his head toward the cane, leaning up against the wall.

You walked over, got it for him, handing it to him as you still awaited an answer for why he was smoking this.

"Tommy, you don't make sense; I've been watching over you for weeks; not once have you had trouble sleeping; every night when I'm here with you, you've fallen asleep like a baby full off milk. Smoking this can cause brain-"

You stopped talking as you realized what you just said. He didn't wait for you to continue, and he stood up, putting all his weight on the chain as he pushed himself off the bed. He starts walking, and you let him pass with a word as he heads to the bathroom.

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You haven't talked to Tommy all day, you've been avoiding him, and you're unsure what to say.

You've walked past his room a couple of times, and every time you peak in, it's like he can sense you cause he immediately stops what he's doing and turns to catch your eyes. You quickly turn away and rush off to do nothing, nowhere.

Nightfall came, and you couldn't go home; you didn't want to.

You walked towards his room slowly; you were nervous.

You enter the room and is relieved as you see Tommy asleep; you pull up a chair next to the bed. You rest your legs against his bed as you slide down in the chair, trying to get comfortable; you close your eyes as you try to call to sleep.

"The bed would be more comfortable."

If he could see in the dark, he would definitely know that you're awake. Your body practically flinched at his statement; your eyes remained closed, though, too scared of what you might see when you open them.

You lay as still as possible, hoping that he would think you were sleeping.

"You can sleep there if you want, but if you don't," he trailed off as he pulled back the blanket and made space for you.

You remain quiet not because you still want him to think you sleep but because you don't know what to say or what to do. Getting in bed with him would be highly inappropriate; he's your patient, and you're his nurse.

But your body was already starting to hurt from this chair, and the night had barely begun, and besides, it was just sleeping.

You crack your eyes open to get a quick look and find Tommy already lying back down with the covers still thrown over, making a spot for you; you get up slightly before sitting back down; you couldn't do this; there's no way you should just g-

You got up so quick that you didn't even realize that you had started to walk towards the side of the bed where Tommy had made space for you; you slipped your shoes off as you slowly crawled into the bed.

You were glad that Tommy had his back towards you; you couldn't even begin to imagine what might happen if he watched you crawl up next to him.

You lay down, slipping your legs under the covers as you pull the top half over your body. You also decide to lay with your back towards Tommy, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. You snuggled up in the cover and let out a sigh of relief as the aches your body felt started to go away.

You close your eyes and again called out to sleep.

You felt the bed shake, and you froze.

You were already warm, but now you felt hot.

Tommy had pressed up against you and put his arm around your waist, tugging you back closer to him,

"Tommy wh-"

"Shhh," he whipped softly.

He had nuzzled his head in between your neck. He molded his body to fit yours. You just lay there, unsure of what to do, but as soon you realized that his body stilled and his breath evened out, You knew that he was sleeping and that you were stuck. You lay there for what seemed like forever till, eventually, your eyes grew heavy, and you fell asleep.

Week 10:

Things between you and Tommy were…… something. It wasn't awkward, but a lot of things went unsaid. You were grateful for the lack of conversation; nothing ruins the moment more than asking what this was. Though you fought it at first, now you can't imagine a night that doesn't end with you in his arms. To say you're conflicted doesn't even come close; every night, you're one step closer to doing something you can't come back from, something that would be hard to regret.

Week 11:

You were trying to do paperwork at the nurse's station when you heard your name being called by a fellow nurse; you looked up, giving her your full attention.

"Mr.Shelby refuses to let me give him a bath and request that you come see him."

"Ummm, ok, thanks." You slowly get up and head toward Tommy's room

Tommy hurt himself a couple of days ago. Because of his incident, he required help doing things like using the restroom, putting on clothes, and showering. You had helped him with the clothes but had been off shift when help with the other things was requested.

You entered the room and headed to the bathroom, seeing as you didn't see him anywhere; once you entered, you saw him sitting in the tub with his back facing you. As you slowly walked closer to him, you saw that he was smoking; as soon as you were in his peripheral, he turned his head to meet your eyes. He took a long drag as he looked you up and down; you stood there uncertain, hopping from foot to foot; your discomfort was written on your face, clear as day. You couldn't help it; Thomas Shelby was sitting In front of you in a bath, fully naked.

"You asked for me?" He just looked at you, eyes skimming your body repeatedly as he finished his cig.

"Doc says I need help, can't do much, hate to tear my stitches."

"And what was wrong with the other nurse?"

"I don't know her." he struggled his shoulder and put the cig out, looking up at you.

You tried to take a deep breath, but it got cut short once you remembered the situation you were in. Your throat felt as if it was closing with every step you took toward him. Your hand fidgeted by your side, grabbing your dress and trying to ground yourself. You took one final breath as you reached him.

Deciding you couldn't look him in the face, you got behind him on your knees. He sat up straight in the tub, and you reached towards the wall to grab the sponge from the hook. You dipped the sponge in the water and started washing his back.

It was painfully quiet; all you could hear was the water splashing and your shaky breaths.

You finished with his back and put your hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards you.

You're so close that his back rests against your chest; you press your hand to his chest to keep him in place as you continue to wash his chest.

He stares up at you, but you keep your eyes focused,

because your eyes are glued to his chest, you can't help but notice the scars littered across it.

You let go of the sponge and began to trace every scar that you see across his chest,

You know there's a story behind everyone

And you want to hear it.

Suddenly, he reaches up and grabs your hand; your eyes snap up to look at his, and his eyes dart down to your lips before looking back at you.

You were barely breathing before, and you're certainly not breathing now.

He let go of your hand and reached up to grab your face; he brushed his thumb across your cheek before pulling you in.

Your lips brushed against his playfully, almost as if you were hesitant,

But you weren't

You crashed your lips into his

He grabbed your head in between his hands, pulling you closer. His lips were rough against yours, and he tasted slightly of tobacco, but you didn't care.

You were close but felt the need to be closer. You reached your hand down in the water and grabbed him; you gave him a slight squeeze before stroking him.

His cock twitched in your hand, and his breath hitched.

He let go of your face as his head fell against the rim of the tub; his breath quickened as you increased your pace and bent down to kiss his chest and up his neck.

You stop at his jaw, nibbling along it before going back down to the base of his neck and slowly licking up; you lick up till you reach his lips, pausing and hovering above them.

You slow down your pace and stroke him slowly as you kiss him.

Suddenly, Thomas places his hand on top of yours, stopping your movements; he pulls your face back from his and just stares at you.

You're not sure what the look is, but the feeling in your stomach tells you it's not good.

You pull your hand away from him and sit back on your knees.

He gives you a look over once more before clearing his throat and turning away from you.

He grabs a cigs and lights it before putting his head back and closing his eyes.

You just sit there.

You look down at the floor, your eyes shifting back and forth as your eyes begin to fill up with tears.

Your throat starts to burn as you hold back your tears.

You get up almost in a panic; you refuse to cry in front of this man.

You walk out of the bathroom, and you don't run.

He can't know.

The door barely closes behind you before you let the tears fall. You wipe your face fast with your hands.

Your walk slowly turns into a jog before you start running towards the nearest bathroom.

You push open the door, shutting it and locking it behind you.

You take deep breaths to calm yourself down; words can't describe how you feel.

Why

Why.

Millions of reasons and insecurity raced through your head, you felt sick to your stomach.

You've never felt so stupid in your life; of course, ...... of course, he would never.

You kept saying to yourself, but you couldn't even think of a real reason as to why.

You felt someone knock on the door and yell something, but you weren't listening; you were trying to get out of your head.

You pushed yourself off the door and walked towards the mirror. You gripped the side of the sink as you stared yourself down.

You took one last deep breath before standing straight and fixing your hair and clothes.

You grab a couple of paper towels, cleaning your face up.

You stand there looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

You nodded towards yourself before heading out of the bathroom and back towards your station.

You sit back at your desk and begin some paperwork.

The rest of your day goes smoothly, Thomas never rings, and you never go in there.

You finish up your day and head home.

Once you arrive home, you grab the bottle and take it to bed with you.

You lay in the bed, all bundled up, taking the occasion swing of your drink.

Staring at nothing.

Till you fall asleep

Week 12:

You haven't seen Thomas since that night.

Not because you've been avoiding him, but when you came to work the next day, he was gone.

An overnight nurse said he checked out a little after you left.

You don't know how you felt about that, honestly.

You aren't conflicted between feeling happy or sad about it.

Honestly, you feel sorta relieved,

Now you don't have to decide whether you could be with a man like him.

You felt free,

from him

And from being honest with yourself about how you feel about him.

The only thing that you know for sure is that you'll pray that you never run into Thomas Shelby again.

Because honestly—

Despite everything

You're still hooked.

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lbibliophile-sw · 21 days ago

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Corrie Guard Appreciation Week 2024 - Masterpost

For the inaugural @corrieweek, I ended up focusing less on the prompts and more using it as an excuse to drop all my outstanding Fox/CG WIPs (including all the ones for the concurrent Whumptober).

This resulted in 17 fills over four days, with 4,685 words plus one comic and one craft.

I made it a goal to focus more on non-Fox characters, with Thorn, Thire and Stone featuring alongside him in at least one fic each. I also completed my first Fox/Bail fic (sort of, only pre-relationship so far) and finally debuted my CG OC, Clarry!

All in all, I had a lot of fun, and hope it runs again next year ❤️

10.10 day: huggable Commander Fox plushie - see full photo album

Fills

Day 1: Eldritch

Hermit-crab Shells (AO3) | drabble | Coruscant Guard Coruscant might not be the front line, but Guards still die, still leave their brothers with just memories and empty armour. Except… it’s not so empty; Something moves in. The Guard do what they can to support their newest recruits.

Day 3: "You shouldn't be here"

First-time Reunion (AO3) | ficlet: 600w | CG OC & 212th/501st OCs Clarry - once CT-9845 now CT-3937 - has never met these troopers before, but she knows exactly who they are. CT-3936 and CT-3939. Keys and Flick. CT-3937’s batchmates. This is just another one of countless awkward reunions, as GAR troopers finally come to check on their Guard batchmates only to find that the numbers they are looking for no longer belong to the person they left behind.

Loyalty (AO3) | ficlet: 400w | Fox & Thorn & Palpatine Palpatine is a practical man; given the choice between a mindless tool and a semi-willing accomplice, he'll choose the one he can properly motivate. Thorn doesn't quite understand what is going on, but he knows that it is hurting Fox, and he will do anything to protect his brother. Oh, and the Republic, of course.

Proof of ID (AO3) | ficlet: 710w | Fox & Thire & Thorn He knows they all technically have the same face, but why don't Fox's Commanders recognise his? They are all too tired for this.

Rearguard (AO3) | ficlet: 180w | Thire & Stone & Fox Sometimes, Thire hates the other Commanders for the way that they look at him as the youngest – treating him as a khi’vod to be protected when he is only their junior by a month and a delayed promotion. Sometimes, he loves them for it. The Guard prepare to abandon Coruascant.

Day 5: Fix-it

A New General (AO3) | ficlet: 215w | Fox & others It was inevitable that Fox would be elected as the clone's representative in the Senate. His new collegues - no longer his superiors - very quickly get very nervous.

Lightning on Coruscant (AO3) | double drabble & comic | Fox & Cody Fox tells the truth, Cody is an overachiever, and Palpatine pays the price.

The Two Corries (AO3) | filk/poem | CG OCs (ft. Hound) Chancellor Palpatine is dead. The Coruscant Guard are well used to disposing of bodies. Nobody else has a clue.

Day 6: Force-sensitive clones

Hypothermia of the Soul (AO3) | ficlet: 210w | Fox It takes a few weeks for Fox to truly notice, but Coruscant is cold. It shouldn’t be, yet a chill has crept its way in to settle against his bones, refusing to be banished.

Day 6 (NSFW): Testing New Equipment

Naming Conventions (AO3) | drabble | Palpatine & Fox Diversity win! The person mind controlling you uses your chosen name!

Day 7: Fox Day

Chain of Command (AO3) | drabble | Fox & Palpatine Fox is the Guards' Commander. When one of his subordinates makes a mistake, he takes responsibility, he takes the punishment.

Close (AO3) | drabble | Fox & Wolffe & Cody It’s rare that Fox is able to take missions off-planet, let alone for a joint a campaign with multiple of his batchmates. It is a bittersweet opportunity.

Fox's List (AO3) | drabble | Fox Fox has a List. His list is a ledger, his list is a countdown.

(Not) Standard Issue (AO3) | drabble | Fox Fox’s office isn’t much to look at. Standard issue desk, standard issue chair, standard issue datapads, standard issue Clone Commander… and a couch?

Reaching and Finding (AO3) | ficlet: 260w | Fox & unidentified CG Eventually, the war ends; not with an Order, but with a tentative truce and heavily-negotiated treaty. It takes a year and a half for the news to reach the planet where Fox was stranded. It takes longer for any of the newly freed clones to follow, but when that moment comes Fox recognises them.

Soundscape (AO3) | fanfic: 1130w | Fox & Bail (pre-Fox/Bail/Breha) Fox can't sleep. Bail helps find a solution. And a small piece of Alderaan is brought to life in the middle of Coruscant.

#corrie week #corrie guard week #masterpost

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warmhealerr · 4 months ago

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[Gaalil]

1. [CHARACTER INFO]

OC NAME: Gaalil

OC PRONOUNS: He/him

AUTHOR: Warmhealerr

2. [DIALOGUE]

1. Greeting message:

Good to see you on your own two feet.

2. Identify yourself:

Gaalil of Creche Dul'tak. (The smirk growing on his face betrays a lie).

3. Tell me about your Creche:

Ignorance is thriving I see. Dul’tak is located on- Alright, enough messing around. Unfortunately for you I was not born Githyanki, I have no Creche to call my pride, but we may still be allies.

4. I need to know how you fight::

I am far from a warrior, but I do know a thing or two about altercations. Artillery is where my strength truly lies, you see.

5. Can I ask a more personal question?

Am I not a charming fellow! What would you like to know?

6. What is your relationship with the divinity?

Zerths will tell you many hard truths about Gith, about Vlaakith. None of them truly sink in until you are on the field yourself.

7. What do you usually do in your free time?

I talk to people like you. (He chuckles at his own joke. His expression drops when he finally notices the only laugh bouncing off the walls is his own). You want a real answer huh? I used to trade with istiki back on Tu’narath when I wasn't on cev’ren "maintenance" duty. Spy activities, you see, but the people saw me as an eccentric, skilled Mlar who happened to enjoy the Merchant District far too much. Unfortunately this hobby of mine is off the table in our current position. You would not believe the things I've heard, the things I've seen, the things I've held. Istiki are a curious bunch. They have more to them than deep pockets. I hope to travel again soon.

8. What is your life goal?

Far too many Githzerai are blinded by a past we did not even witness. Their justification for spilling our cousins' blood is nonsensical, especially their young. When you get to experience Githyanki society, you see what you had long been warned about, the ugly, but what I wasn't warned about was the beautiful passion that animates it. Oh, most beautiful indeed. Our peoples need to reunite. We cannot erase history, but there is always time for a permanent truce, if not a gorgeous alliance. No more cousin hunting, I cannot bear to witness it anymore.

9. How is your relationship with your allies?

I was once a wary man, for reasons I am sure you can figure out. (He vaguely gestures around his own body). Nowadays, I think you can tell the trust I put in people like you, even if naive. I consider myself more Githyanki than Githzerai… though I welcome istiki with open arms. We all have our flaws, wouldn't you agree? The Sha'sal Khou's network is vast, I know they have my back, and I have theirs all the same.

10. Do you have someone special in your life?

Their name is N'un'ya Biz'ness.

11. Say something you would never do, and why?

Some worry I will betray the Sha'sal Khou’s cause when Githyanki will be at their weakest. Understandable fear really, but I will not follow in my mother's footsteps. My cousins are family, my silver, my blood.

12. What is a perfect day to you?

There is no such a thing as a perfect day, especially not on this plane. Let me think. (He caresses his goatee). I enjoy meditation. Successfully fixing our fleets never ceases to make me proud. I would also love to collect more istik curiosities to study. All three at once…Oh, I’d love that. I like when my routine is thriving. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, or not that much at least, right?

13. How do you celebrate a victory?

All I need is to hold my cousins close, and by holding my cousins I mean punch, tackle and kick them laughing while we are still delirious from adrenaline. There is no reaction more genuine.

14. How do you deal with defeat and losses?

Istiki have taught me a few songs. They bring a little peace to broken spirits, especially when they cannot understand the lyrics.

15. How do you think you will be remembered after death?

Depends on when my time comes. In my experience, I assume I'll be forgotten, a digit less among the multitudes of Vlaakith's faceless enemies. Such is fate for the descendants of those who spurned Gith. If I am lucky enough to die after Her fall, perhaps I will be remembered as a reliable and skilled man by some. I would like to hope so, at least.

3. [GRAPHICS]

4. [BONUS RESOURCES]

@vikintor

#githmap #bg3 #dnd #githzerai #Gaalil tag

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fireemblems24 · 1 year ago

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Golden Wildfire Ch 9

Spoilers for GW up to Ch 9 below.

STORY

Edelgard makes no progress in the war. More news at 6.

Wow, 6 month time-skip. Part 1 finished. Didn't think we were getting another time-skip, but with Edelgard licking her wounds, it makes sense because no one tries to murder anyone when she stays in her own country.

"End of the Alliance" - sounds ominous.

Oh. It's now a Federation. Like Star Trek. But shady as fuck. Because Claude just crowned himself king so he could take more control. Weird how everyone just accepts this. It doesn't really fit the narrative that people don't trust Claude.

So . . . Edelgard's war actually made the Alliance less progressive 😅. Because now the Liecester is just a monarchy.

Claude didn't tell Shez, lamo. It really feels like these two aren't close at all. I feel like Shez is closest to Dimitri -> Edelgard -> Claude.

It would be nice if this was an Alliance focused part and not about Edelgard's nonsense anymore.

There's trouble in Alliance territory with areas that didn't want King Claude and they're rebelling. Honestly, don't blame them. Ohhh, they want to join Faerghus. They like King Dimitri better. Agreed.

This really is heading towards an Edelgard Claude team up, isn't it? With the people who don't want to bow to king Claude wanting to leave and join the Kingdom. Welp, at least it'll be different. And hey, Claude's funeral, not Dimitri's so what do I care? As long as it's interesting and different from VW.

Don't blame Claude for wanting to put down the unrest. Happy not everyone drank the Claude kool-aide. And don't blame anyone for wanting to leave the Alliance. It's kind of a no one is the bad guy here (except Edelgard), unlike with Dimitri with the Western Lords where they are definitely the bad guys.

I don't trust Claude farther than I can throw him though.

MAP/SIDE QUESTS

This "battle suggestions" is interesting, but it makes it seem like Shez is in charge of the whole army lol.

Can someone explain how the "merc whistle" works? It seems like you can take someone's special ability and give it Shez. But you could also equip it on someone else? So I could make someone else invulnerable like Lorenz if I gave it to him? But that person's "ability" goes away? Anyone have a list of what those abilities are exactly?

You can actually tell Claude you don't support his actions (or are unsure). Edelgard routes could never.

NPC says the minor lords now get no say in what happens.

Yep, here it goes. Claude's meeting with Edelgard to ally with her again. At least here Claude's calling out her shit on attacking them for no reason.

Edelgard is so two-faced, denying that her end goal is take over.

"We'll take tangible resources over insincere apologies any day." - Lamo, Claude, if you know she's a two-faced, insincere liar why on earth are you doing this?

I like this version of it better since at least Claude seems like he has two brain cells at least. In SB, he really came across like Edelgard's mindless bitch.

Now he's calling her out for creating her BS southern church lol. Holst called it an "obvious sham."

Arval said Edelgard wouldn't even acknowledge Shez's existence.

Shez is actually not supporting Claude's decisions in cannon.

See, this makes it WAY more interesting. SB/CF cram what you should think down your throat (SB less than CF, but still doing it), but GW is giving it more nuance.

I think I can say GW is by far my 2nd favorite right now.

Oh, another time limit one! I liked that in the paralogue.

Hurt having to fight the Kingdom again.

Judith also calls out Claude, saying he's talking about people's lives like they're just pieces on a chessboard.

Marianne and Ignatz are also upset.

"You let the Empire talk you into buying the whole store." - Judith

Claude claims he's using the Empire right back. I'd like to see how. Like, I think GW is a way more interesting take on this, but I'm honestly super confused why he thinks this is a good idea for the Alliance.

Lorenz also said he's throwing the Kingdom to the wolves for no reason.

Claude drags up ancient history as an excuse. Which is hysterical since recent history the Empire just killed Alliance people.

Seems like Claude just hates the church and that's why he's siding with Edelgard. Even though that leaves it really easy for her to take over and she said she would through non-military means later.

Claude is a complete dumbass here, but at least it's interesting.

Aww, Shez checked on Shamir, making sure she's ok fighting Catherine. This game really ships Shamir x Catherine and I'm here for it.

Shit. I missed Claude x Hilda's B Support. Did I miss something amazing? Does this mean I'll have to play GW again? Not sure I care enough. I like them both well enough and all, but I can really only see myself replaying AG. IDK, maybe one day.

Anyone else find it shady that Claude is killing any noble who doesn't want to follow his new system? I get it, but that's sus as hell. It's esp funny because the Empire is trying to smear Dimitri for taking out the Western lords (who all helped in a genocide), but their allies doing the same to not-evil people is fine.

CLAUDE & SHEZ B SUPPORT

This is going to be funny with how openly Shez isn't trusting Claude right now lol.

They're just talking about him being king and how Shez first suggested that the Alliance had a king.

Claude wants to open up to Shez because she doesn't have any strings attached.

Talking more about Shez's mystery mom who just died of illness. Then she got kicked out by everyone else. Wonder why?

SHEZ & HILDA B SUPPORT

Hilda still lecturing Shez on charging to the front lines, but thinks Shez is skilled enough to handle it.

Hilda compares it to Holst who also leads the charge, unlike most leaders who stay in the back.

Hilda doesn't think her brother is capable of dying because no one is good enough to kill him, and now thinks the same for Shez. No one told the poor woman about arrows.

Hilda now fights more up front but denies it.

Shez can tell Hilda her cheerleading annoys people, lamo.

Welp, that explains why she's ok with attacking innocent people and continuing war because rHeA bAd, because she's convinced herself the people she loves can't die. Ummm. Ok.

SHEZ & LORENZ A SUPPORT

I feel like Lorenz got flanderized a bit in this game. Like, there's not much to any of his supports so far but "I am noble, so I am better." I honestly don't care much about him, but he had more depth in Houses.

Shez expects Lorenz to complain more. But he's just her to brag about why he's grown stronger.

She can assume he did it to get the ladies lol.

But nope, of course not, it's because he's a noble and a noble is better than commoners than he needs to be stronger than her.

He wants Shez to get in trouble so he can rescue her. Ugh.

Shez says that Lorenz fulfilled his oath to get stronger bc Shez only does what she does bc she relies on allies.

That was really one-dimensional, and Lorenz was just unlikeable in it.

HOLST & BALTHUS A SUPPORT

Oh, Hilda's here. So they just squeezed her in his support with Holst to excuse giving her a support with Balthus.

Hilda is worried that Holst is acting weird and thinks Balthus might be behind it because they've been hanging out.

Hilda is convinced that Holst is uncurroptable because he only like things that are just. Balthus seems to hint otherwise.

Seems like Holst is DRUNK. Or just being cringy. Hilda's mad that Balthus set her up so Holst could listen in.

Hilda's embarrassed, understandably.

Holst calls Hilda his "hope." Yeah, I get why she's annoyed.

CLAUDE & LORENZ A SUPPORT

Lorenz points out that his family has always been friendly with the Empire, so this change is no big deal.

He accuses Claude of just copying his father.

He says House Gloucester should rule and not Claude, and says he will be the next king.

Claude accuses Lorenz of his ego being out of control.

Claude suggests letting the people of the Alliance pick the king. Lorenz thinks it's silly until he changes his mind.

Lorenz, rightly, points out that Claude's new position in precarious and its success or failure is on Claude.

Claude is a doo-doo bird though. He thinks that the Empire and King in Adrestia and Faerghus, respectively, are upheld because of "the Goddess's blessing" and not, you know, really complex stuff. Like, both Edelgard and Dimitri face getting thrown out in the two games over things that have NOTHING to do with religion.

That's weird, their support had a picture.

SHEZ & LYSITHEA B SUPPORT

Lysithea feels that their relationship is strained and wants to clear the air. Shez didn't even notice lol.

Shez is a pretty simple character, but I like it.

Oh, wow, Lysithea realized she acted like a brat and apologized. This self-awareness makes me like her a LOT better.

Aw, Shez is helping Lysithea feel mature and older. But then put her foot in her mouth when she referred to people under Lysithea's command as "real adults" lol. Lysithea struggled but kept her head!

Honestly, I like this a lot for Lysithea. Character flaws are great, but they're annoying as shit when they're not acknowledged properly (I still get flashbacks to her awful Ignatz support), but when they're used to show growth, that flaw is suddenly sooo much better.

SHEZ & LEONIE B SUPPORT

Leonie wants mercenary advice.

Lamo, Leonie thinks the bow isn't good enough to be a first-class mercenary. Homegirl's been watching too many movies and not reading enough military history. Mounted archers were unmatched.

So now they're just discussing over specialization vs versatilty.

It's kinda nice seeing Shez in a mentor role.

SHEZ & MARIANNE A SUPPORT

They go out to eat together. Marianne didn't eat her meat and Shez is concerned.

Marianne is now determined to believe she doesn't curse people around her.

Shez encouraged Marianne to just be herself, which Marianne wants but worries about her father.

Marianne accused Shez of talking without thinking and thought it was a good thing lol.

BALTHUS & LORENZ B SUPPORT

Lorenz absolved Balthus of his debts to House Gloucester.

Lorenz credits it to Balthus helping and saving Lorenz on the battlefield.

Lamo, I forgot that Balthus investigated Claude and claimed he found all kinds of dirty laundry.

Lorenz wants him to hold onto it so he can use it later to unseat Claude and take over the Alliance instead.

Balthus is upset Lorenz isn't a lady because he's impressed with him being a scoundrel lol.

MAIN BATTLE

Hahahaha lamo, the Knight of Serios are beating Edelgard's army, which has to be like 5x bigger.

Oh - led by Randolph, THAT explains it. Against Catherine? Pft. Catherine wouldn't even consider that a bout it's so one-sided.

Shez still doesn't understand what Claude's doing. I'm not the only one who thinks these two aren't even remotely close, right? I feel like Shez is way more invested in Edelgard and Dimitri, and like Claude's just some dude who hired her.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Claude legit just left Randolph to die, lamo.

I think we just killed Catherine :(

😂😂😂 Edelgard's forces got wiped out. Randolph is really the punching bag of Fodlan. They should've made it Dorothea or something if they wanted us to give a shit.

Yep, time for Claude to get chewed out. As if Randolph isn't foaming at the mouth to invade the Alliance in SB.

It's funny how offended everyone is. As if this didn't happen in real life all the time. I mean, they'd only be mad a noble died because you can make money taking them as hostage.

Is this evil!Claude, the route? Like because he was such a goody-goody in Houses? I still think it's funny it's always Randolph.

xxxxx

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

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bartholomew-junior · 6 months ago

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23 25 26... hmm. maybe sips ANd erina And gothi (unless you dont feel like that feel free to just choose one of them cause. 6 entire different answers to think) <3<3

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE thank u circular 4 ur boon of kindness. it is appreciated. apologies for the wait, as i had to let the ideas for this ripen be4 properly answering. i’m gonna start the first ask off with gothi from ep.10.

first of all, i just love her mask and am permanently sad that she never gets to wear it again. bonus for foreshadowing face reveal a few episodes down the line and making her an incredibly ominous cryptid like presence kind of. i just think she’s neat. next is erina in ep.32:

honestly i was really tempted to use a frame from when she was xanu possessed cuz it looked real fuckin cool, but i think this one’s more meaningful. she’s sympathizing with sips for once instead of trying to one up him (at least after a bit) and realizing how tough shit must’ve been for him. agh they make me insane. next is sips from ep.15:

from right after he ate bou claire’s heart. the buildup narration to him looking into the mirror is, ,, agghhh. the fact this was used to promo merch is funny also.

now for q. 25: technically, my first impression of gothi was her getting sips to do karaoke while drunk (lol) and that being the catalyst for EVERYTHING (this campaign is the equivalent of a snowball rolling down a hill). but now, it was her kind of managing and trying to quell sips’ anger best she could along with erina.

erina was just a memelord to me lol. sips wasn’t in the best condition the first few episodes, so my first impression was just that he was a bottomless pit of rage. now looking at the early episodes feels like looking at alpha minecraft in comparison to 1.21, especially without xanu or abby. sneeze was just a little guy.

ok freebie question time. i’m gonna pick q. 22 even tho there hasn’t been a new fic at all on ao3 since i updated my own fic (which makes sense considering we’ve kinda already met the goal of the series even if there’s a lot of stuff on the horizon). and i’ll pick all 3 of them + xanu for this cuz. why not

sips: a lot of the fics on ao3 4 this fandom are oneshots, so there isn’t much they’re able to explore if they’re low word counts, but my dream sips-centric fic would be like. a collection of missed/deleted scenes from his early life and time in ammurin with a kind of dream/void/death motif. bonus points if he’s trans

erina: i haven’t seen ANYTHING about her early life in kylandria being the child of busy royal entertainers, hell even her weapons are like a carnival trick, so i’d really like to see a bit of early life stuff again. are you sensing a trend. also her just dealing with royalty is fun and i have many ideas

gothi: early life again. listen she was a whole ass princess who was allowed to exist only because of her rank she was under so much pressure all of the time, especially with being buddies with xanu. did she ever talk to another defective foreclaimer. who are her parents. did they love her. ugh. also, seeing her interact with vicky is something i haven’t really seen before, so that’d be fun.

xanu: listen. i feel like he’d be the hermit on the high mountain type never interacting with anyone like thanos after killing half the universe. also, i feel like a lot of aspects of his character get discarded in favor of making him easier to digest and write, which i’ve done, and this does not do him any service. i think making all the fools gold cast kind of,, mlp headcanon designified is also fun and i want to do it. also bonus vicky

in conclusion: thank u circular <3333333 :]] :), i hope this isn’t miserably long. i’ve been all worded out for the day. do u ever think abt how vicky and sips are parallels and

#i remember watching ep22 on the bus home when it was released #and when i got off it was so shocking and flabbergasting that i had a hard time breathing. i’m normal #fools gold dnd #askbox

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 1 year ago

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Season 2 Rewatch Drabbles--2x21-2x22 Second Star to the Right ... And Straight on Til Morning

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 2 of Once Upon a Time as an attempt to finally jump start the muse again. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on the very beginnings of Captain Swan’s epic love story, as soon as a certain dashing pirate makes his appearance.

Word Count: 766 (why did I think I could stick to a word count again?)

@jrob64 @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (17.5) (18) (19) (20) (22)

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Hook stood at the wheel of the Jolly Roger looking out at the horizon as he sailed determinedly out of Storybrooke.

They’d all gone mad. All of them, even Swan. What manner of fools these heroes were. Willing to risk all of their lives–the lives of everyone in the town–for the miniscule chance of saving the Evil Queen, of all people.

The Evil Queen whom they should rightly want to see dead for her part in trapping her in this strange little town in the first place.

He’d returned to town with Greg and Tamara, seduced by their vow to help him kill his Crocodile once and for all, but it had been the work of mere moments to realize the pair were blithering idiots, mindless zealots for a cause they didn’t understand at the behest of a master they didn’t even know.

When they’d revealed the full extent of their plan to him–destroying the town and everyone not born in this land, he’d realized he’d been an utter fool to throw in his lot with them. Aye, their plan would kill the Dark One, but it would also kill everyone else in this town, including him.

Including Swan. How she’d so thoroughly gotten under his skin, even after she’d betrayed him–twice: once on the beanstalk and then again when she locked him in a broom closet in New York–he didn’t know. All he knew for sure was that she’d been right.

The two of them understood each other. There was some manner of tether connecting her to him, one that he hardly had time to ponder with the end of the word staring him in the face.

For a split second he’d actually considered staying the course, letting the failsafe do its job and ridding the world of the Dark One forever.

But then he’d remembered the conversation he’d had with Regina in the mines. Do you ever think this constant pursuit of revenge is the reason we have no one to care for us?

He’d spent centuries hunting his Crocodile, willing to do all manner of dastardly deeds in the furtherance of that goal, but this … this was a step too far. Hook had never minded committing villainous acts to those who deserved it, those who got in his way, but Greg and Tamara proposed massacring an entire town of innocents.

It was the height of bad form.

And so he’d turned to the heroes, and for a moment he’d thought they’d found a solution to their problems–until Queen Snow had convinced the rest to go along with her hare-brained scheme of tossing the failsafe into a portal.

He’d taken his leave then, ready to wash his hand of the entire town–heroes, villains, all of them. The only one he could depend on was himself.

As he continued to sail, he looked down at the sparkly magic bean in his hand, and his eye caught the letters he’d carved into the helm on that day so many years ago.

Bae.

He’d let the boy down, serving him up to Pan on a silver platter, as it were. Of all of his deeds, that was perhaps the one of which he was the most ashamed. He’d chosen himself over the boy, over his Milah’s son.

And now he was doing the same to Bae’s lad.

Hook closed his eyes as the pain washed over him. He didn’t want to be that man any more. He’d made the selfish choice centuries ago, but he needn’t repeat that error. He blew out a long breath and then pocketed the bean, slowly turning the wheel to head back into port.

This plan was still reckless. It was still stupid.

But it was the right thing to do. He might well perish in a matter of hours, but at least he would die doing the right thing.

He would die a hero.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! I got caught up writing birthday fics, and this rewatch drabbles series fell a bit to the wayside.

–As you can see from the title, this particular chapter kind of encompasses both 2x21 and 2x22. The truth is, there wasn’t much in 2x21 that inspired me, aside from themes I’ve already explored earlier in the series. In contrast, I really, really wanted to explore things from both Hook’s and Emma’s perspectives in the events of 2x22, so I decided this was the best option. Combining 2x21 and 2x22 and writing a chapter from each character. Emma’s reflection should be up (assuming the muse cooperates) tomorrow, and then it’s on to Neverland!

NEXT CHAPTER-->

#once upon a time rewatch drabbles #2x21 second star to the right #2x22 and straight on til morning #hook fic #killian jones

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characteroulette · 10 months ago

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👋 I left you a comment on AO3 earlier on the AA prosecutor meta, but seeing as you did cover the one-off prosecutors in Investigations (as well as the Paynes), I'm curious about your thoughts on Lana Skye especially. I really like RFTA as a window into the legal system's politics, and Lana as a character is especially intriguing in comparison to the other prosecutors we defend (e.g. Edgeworth/Blackquill/Nahyuta/Barok) because we never actually face her in court...but they still draw on RFTA's themes and character beats for some of those cases, especially in 6-5 and DGS2.

Oh hello!! Awh thanks for reading my meta essays I wrote mostly in the span of two days! XD

Lana Skye is a very interesting one, mainly because, as you noted, we never see her prosecuting style in court and that's really one of the biggest ways I draw characterisation notes from our rivals in these games. Seeing how they are presented to us as obstacles and how we are meant to slowly warm up to them was my main goal with those lil essays, but I definitely got off track a bit hahaha.

(Got a bit carried away here, too, so. Read more!)

Lana is an interesting case, though. She's our first defendant (if you play these games in order from the ds release on) we're really unsure if we can fully trust. She is trying to confess to the crime, and only by the grace of Ema's belief in her does Phoenix also agree to believe in her. She's short with us and pushes us away, giving the distinct impression that something is pretty wrong.

However, we also get told multiple times that this isn't her usual personality. That she "changed" once she became Chief Prosecutor. So it's a little harder to grasp her personality on top of take anything she says with a degree of belief. Her actions are more about sowing seeds for the mystery of why she would be so determinedly trying to get convicted instead of establishing a solid character for her. We do get the sense that she's a hard nut to crack, that she cares too deeply for Ema, but otherwise her cold and stoic personality is a complete front, we're told. A means of pushing those who used to care for her further than arm's length to keep them from discovering what's happened, to keep them from getting caught up in the splash zone.

There's also the odd note that she was close with Jake and Neil Marshall enough so that Ema was fond of them, too. Specifically the Marshall brothers, not Angel Starr or Bruce Goodman. I always found this interesting because Lana kept Ema away from Gant, but didn't mind letting her get close to the Marshall brothers. Gant was far more dangerous, especially as we learn about his all but framing Ema for Neil's murder, but it's still an interesting thing of note that comes up once at the beginning and kind of never again.

Even when you finally get a chance to talk with Lana about Gant before the final day of the trial, she's still composed and cool. Still completely under control. It's not until Ema is actively in danger of being found guilty of murder does she lose it. The final day of the trial is her at her most desperation mode, renouncing Phoenix's defence and running for that Guilty verdict. She has to keep Ema safe no matter what and it's interesting that the game lets us ruin that for her! This is probably why there is a slight bad end scenario where we don't play our cards right; it's all in service of these high stakes and connects to Lana's own desperation.

It is another interesting note how, at the end of the second trial day, she admits to the forged evidence. She has realised, on some level, Phoenix will claw his way to the truth no matter what. So she admits to this thing she knows would just get proven anyway. She's the one to cause the uproar and delay the trial one last time. It's all a part of her cool and calculated control, but it's also an admission that we've done well to get this far. It's a victory, but one delivered the same way she stabbed Bruce Goodman's body. The only person spared was Gant; everyone is going down with her.

It really is a fascinating mindset to see. I'm not a huge fan of the whole "stoic woman smiling at the end to show she's come out of her shell" anymore because AA uses it a bit too much (when will we get the male equivalent, huh??? Blackquill and Barok were right there!!! Make them smile, damn it!!!), but it is refreshing to see that Lana no longer has to keep her heart frozen over. She ans Ema hugging is the MUCH better payoff, even as Phoenix waxes poetic right behind them. XD

So yeah!! Despite this case saying on the surface that we shouldn't trust Lana, it really leads us along to trusting and liking her pretty much from the start. She's compared to Mia, after all. She is also the only defendant to date to turn their back to us and I still think that's funny as hell.

I... had more to say than I thought!! Hope this satisfies a bit of what you wanted!!

#Momo replies to things #Ace Attorney #Lana Skye #alto-tenure #Essay time for Momo #Oops went off #Momo is unhinged about the AA series

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felixcloud6288 · 5 months ago

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Higurashi: Massacre Chapter 23

Again, this whole thing makes the Wild Dogs seem utterly incompetent. Not only were they spotted by a bunch of children, but they never noticed they were being tracked by said children.

And then Rika and her friends get into a 6-vs-6 brawl and manage to pretty effortlessly beat the Wild Dogs. And you have to consider how Rika has pretty much no fighting ability at all while Satoko was a pure support in that brawl.

Keiichi even brings up how surprising it was to beat them. Rena chalks it up to how Mion's club creating a "Do whatever it takes" mindset. I'd argue part of the reason is the Wild Dogs also have to operate more covertly. Their goal is capture rather than defeat or kill.

The plan is to charge through the Wild Dogs, steal their van, and get to the Sonozaki underground Saiguden.

I'd like to know how the van driving would have turned out. I bet Mion has no idea how to drive but she has a go-gettem attitude.

I guess those jokes of Rena displaying super strength when she sees something cute weren't just for comedic effect.

Now that I think of it, that hatchet she always wielded would be heavy but she can swing it without any effort.

Almost every shot of Shion's face during that fight makes her look eager to fight and having fun the whole time. Recall that this is the person who was smiling as she intended to escalate immediately to homicide when Teppei appeared.

Hanyu's timing is far too exact. She stopped time the literal second before Keiichi is going to die. And if we combine this with how she knew this was the day Rika dies, it tells me that Hanyu's power over time lets her know the when of events even if she doesn't know the how or why.

Throughout this arc, Keiichi's been refusing to admit defeat or succumb to destiny. And even though he accepts his own death, he still refuses to accept defeat or destiny. His final words are to tell Takano to not think she's won.

I'm desperately trying to find a reason for why Hanyu decided to stop time at this moment and point out Keiichi's approaching death. My speculation is based solely on this one panel where Hanyu's indifferent visage nearly broke.

I want to argue that she actually tried to help. She's stopped time so everyone can take a moment to figure out how to save Keiichi. But all she managed to do was make everything worse. Not only is Keiichi doomed to die, but now everyone has to see it about to happen and despair that there is nothing they can do.

I think Hanyu took a chance to see if she could stop destiny, but she wasn't able to do anything, reinforcing her belief that destiny is unchangeable.

The end of this chapter feels very different if you skip over every page that took place in the frozen time. If you did that, we'd go from Rika triumphantly declaring how she'll tear down destiny as she and her friends run at the van straight to Keiichi being shot and the rest of them being captured.

I'm not entirely sure how to put it, but not including the scene in frozen time makes the ending feel anticlimactic. Our protagonists have rallied together to push toward their final goal only for Keiichi to get shot and everyone else be immediately captured.

But with the scene, we can see and process when everything falls apart and we also see everyone try and fail to overcome. It gives us a moment to see the group stand in defiance even knowing they will not win.

The last few pages really show the chaotic nature of what happened. Too many things happened at once and Rika's friends cannot process it all in any meaningful way. There's no order to the series of events because everything is kind of happening at the same time.

The only order we have in the moment is that in one instance, Keiichi was shot and in another everyone was captured.

Things only calm down once everything is over and everyone realizes they've lost.

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#higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni reread

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luvrr-b0y · 3 months ago

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Antoine!!

OC story:

wARNINGS: this contains death, suicide, and abuse! Do not read if you do not want to(this is not meant to glorify any of these problems)

I am also featured in this as like sort of a side character idk??

1st person cuz that’s what I felt like??

enjoy reading ig

“Mama?” I asked her “Yes Antoine?” “Is father sick?” She then stared at me with a nervous look

“It’s complicated..” she then said “It will all pass by. Don’t worry.”

Father was an amazing musician. He had trophies from his trumpet playing. I had always wanted to be like him.

Despite him being “sick”, he still played. He played, and played, and played. Until one night, he had played his final breath on stage. He hit the floor with a loud noise.

Screams echo and become louder each time they passed by “What just happened?!”, “Maybe he had passed out?”, “IS HE DEAD?!”.

People weren’t really sad, I believe. But while I realized they never cared for him and only his music, I wanted to be him. Not him when he had his “sickness”, him in his prime. A great musician everyone knew by name.

Mama didn’t take the news very easy. Well, she was right there. Watching while everyone clustered around her husband checking for a pulse or any sign of life.

Mama didn’t like that father was gone. She broke her promise. She broke her goals to always be in control of herself. The thick smell of alcohol always reeked and stung my nose.

She never did my hair again. I had to teach myself. While I did learn to braid my own hair, it wasn’t as good as how mama did it. “Mama,” I started, nervously shaking while she looked at me irritated with a frown. “Can you braid my hair?” My voice struggles to ask “Antoine.” She answered “Do your own damn hair. I’m not in the best of moods.” She always said. She never was in the best of moods.

From then on, she hit me. My face was always a deep red and stung when I touched it. It didn’t matter what I did. Once mama caught me opening father’s trumpet case “ANTOINE, DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT!” She yelled at me. Before I could even turn around, she hit me. My neck hurt. But then felt cool. Like something was dripping. Her bottle hit the back of my neck. The cuts, while not very deep, were excruciatingly painful.

I couldn’t let out a sound. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I wanted to say a word, I still could not.

Her face turned from pissed to worried while staring at my neck. The blood seeped into my not so well done braids, glass even still stuck into them. “OH GOSH, IM SO SORRY ANTOINE!” She screamed terrified “I DIDN’T MEAN TO I PROMISE!”

She never was the same after that. While she didn’t drink, she barely got up from her bed. She never got up for the fear she might drink and hit me again. Maybe even worse than last time.

While my neck was very painful to the touch, it didn’t stop me from doing the things mama couldn’t. I was 16, a part time job and a traumatized mother to care for.

“Antoine, you can go now.” That was when the caring job had started 49, going on 50, she was getting weaker by the year. When I got home, time being 11:59, I opened the door. Facing it as I closed it too. Turning around, I saw a sight that I thought I would never see again. “M-mama..?” My voice cracking as I spoke “You’re up..” her head was down, facing the floor. Maybe too worried to face me after what had happened 6 years ago.

“Hey, do you wanna-“ I stopped. Stopping as I finally looked at the details. One hand on the table, other to her side. On her side, she held a gun.

“Antoine, baby.” She said in her soothing voice that I haven’t heard in a while “You know how your father was sick? Well, mamas sick too.” Telling me as she lifted the gun up. Struggling but finally getting it up to her head. I stood there, frozen as I couldn’t stop her. Couldn’t stop her from pulling the trigger. Couldn’t stop her from hitting the ground the same way father did.

The deep red that stained the floor leaked onto my uniform. No one came to check on the sound that echoed through the house.

I buried her that same night. You couldn’t tell if I was crying or not, the rain made it blend in.

I thought about why I didn’t help, why I was such an awful child who didn’t try to help her while walking the streets of Penacony. People looked worried at the sight of blood on my uniform, but I really didn’t care. I just focused on why I was barely there for mama.

But then I realized, she was barely there for me since father died. How she never really cared for me and always hurt me. Feeling upon the scar on my face, it was so long, I was only 12. I tried to keep her from leaving, she worked too hard. Holding onto the skirt of her dress, I believe it was tearing. She hated the way I clung to her whenever I deemed it not necessary to work in her condition. She grabbed the bottle she drank from the night before, hit it over the table by the door, and struck me. She didn’t feel remorse this time, maybe she was too tired to comprehend.

While I still loved her, I hated how she never listened to me, never cared for her own health. Returning home, I opened the closet containing father’s trumpet. The cool brass, clean as can be. Mama thought that was the cause of his death, maybe she was right. But it was my choice. Would I go down the same path he did? Would I become that famous trumpet player everyone loved? Will I be the same in how many years until my death? I had the answer to some of those questions.

20 years later, I had learned a bunch about fathers trumpet, how to play it and even the music he made. How it made a beautiful sound that no one else could ever replicate. But while I was infamous, it wasn’t for the reason people thought. I was not known for the beautiful music I had played. It was for destroying Penacony property. I hated the instruments that floated in the Dreamscape. How they were basically programmed, robotic.

One night 5 years ago, running from the police, I ran into a dark alleyway that smelled of spray paint. Messy paint dripped down the concrete walls still wet. It looked like there was something under it, but was scribbled over by black. I thought I was the only one there, until I saw a figure. The figure just stood there, back turned to me. I didn’t understand why, but I saw my younger self in them. A possibility scared kid with no one to turn to. I stepped forward, careful to not break the silence by stepping on the cans that surrounded us. Carefully placing my hands on their shoulder not to startle them, they still obviously felt startled. Hesitant to look back, but they finally do. Their face turned to me, eyes widened as they’re surprised, obviously. Their mask fell. The facial features, I could tell, this was a girl. A girl in a cold alley surrounded by voided out paintings. “Can I help you?” “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked her. But she stared at me with the same nervous complexion mama had when I asked her about father’s “sickness”. “Why are you nervous? Is there something wrong?” But still no answer. “L.” She finally said “My name is L.” She murmured as she told me “Well, L, did you do all of this?” I try to joke as I pointed to the still somewhat wet spray paint on the walls. “I guess so..” saying faintly “It wasn’t perfect, it needed to be perfect.” She still reminded me of myself. Perfection is what I strived for. Perfection in every part of my life that all simply came to an end. My perfect family, then turned to shambles. My perfect life, it’s almost ending. Years into the future, I will cease to exist. I won’t even be older than 50, I’ll be barely 50. So until that time comes, I vowed to care for the kid I saw in the dark alleyway who wanted perfection in her pieces.

“Ant, ready to go?” She asks me, holding her bag of spray paint that clattered with every step she took. “I told you, stop calling me that.” I tell her firmly “If you keep calling me that, I’ll confiscate your paint.” “You’re no fun, Antoine.” She says messing with her hair and tearing it. “Enough. I told you to cut it, not tear it out.” I mess with her hair but not tearing it “And I told you to let me be.” She laughs and clasps my locket containing a picture of my mother and father and I on my neck“Don’t forget this. Now, let’s go.” She says and grabs my hand and leads us out of the door. Our life is somewhat perfect but it couldn’t hurt adding the blonde mechanic from Jarilo VI into our family, right?

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Writing prompts day 130

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Days 126-129 here

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6. “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”

23. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”

49. “All yours. Only yours.”

57. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

72. “God, you feel so good around me.”

100. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

117. “Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”

125. “You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”

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straight into the nsfw under the cut

He couldn’t stop himself from rocking into Damian’s hip, pressing his erection against the slippery skin. “I can, right? Tell me you meant it.”

Damian nodded, keeping his face buried in the bedsheet. His voice came out muffled but easy enough to understand. "I meant it." He made a loose-limbed grab for Tim's clean hand, currently halfway under Damian's chest. "Want you inside me."

Tim's chest was going to crack in two, broken halves spilling love through his entire self, but he'd been given an assignment.

He hesitated. "Can I . . . can I kiss you first?"

Too late, he remembered what he'd just been kissing and winced in anticipatory rejection, but Damian rotated his body with uncustomary clumsiness to press their mouths together. He kissed Tim with graceless eagerness, hands clutching at his body every place he could reach, indecisive with desire.

Tim dug his nails into Damian's side, anchoring himself. "God, you're so fucking hot. I nearly came when you did."

Damian let his head fall back, revealing bleary eyes and reddened cheeks. "I'm glad you didn't." His hair pointed in every direction. He looked like he'd been caught in a tornado. Tim couldn't fully repress his smile at the sight.

Damian noticed, of course. "What?"

"You look so cute like this, you know?" A word that one-year-ago Tim could never have imagined applying to Damian, but one that he found himself using in the privacy of his brain more and more often these days.

Damian scowled, but his words held no heat. "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me already."

"Yessir."

Damian twitched in response to Tim's teasing. Oh, right. Tim had noticed that before and not yet followed through. He made an appointment on his mental calendar to explore that particular response at a later date.

He noticed the mess all over Damian's stomach on his way back down--the sheets could only absorb so much. "Oh yeah. I told you what I'd do if I got the chance next time." Ducking, he licked a long streak up from pelvis to ribs, then did it again. Damian craned his neck to watch. One graceful hand moved to comb through Tim's hair as he worked his way from one side of Damian's torso to the other. Tim couldn't help but feel he was being rewarded for good behavior like one of Damian's pets, but he was okay with it.

Sitting up again, he got the lube and a condom from his nightstand. He re-slicked his fingers, then poured a little out directly on Damian's entrance just to be sure. Two fingers still slipped inside without any trouble. Mindful of overstimulating him, Tim avoided his prostate and concentrated more on making a third finger fit as he moved his hand. Now that Damian had finally allowed him his chance, there was no way he was going to fuck it up.

Damian hummed in contentment, muscles lax even as he pressed back into Tim's touch with unhurried undulations of his hips. In the closet door mirrors, Tim could see his cock hardening once more. Good. Even though his own erection ached for attention, Tim wanted this to be as good as possible for Damian.

Damian met his gaze in their reflection. "I've barely touched you so far," he said, the statement holding the air of a complaint.

Tim grinned, and couldn't help but notice the line of his mouth cut a little with Robin's sharp edge. "Not with your hands, anyway. Don't worry, you're about to touch a whole lot. I'm dying to see how you look when you come undone under me. Or on top of me, or whatever. Actually . . ." He scooted down on his side behind Damian, propped up on his free arm. "Would this be okay?"

Damian leaned back into him. "Better than okay."

"All right." Tim eased his hand out, kissing Damian's temple when he grimaced at the sensation. "I know, it's not as fun as the other direction. Here, let me—" He pulled Damian's top leg up until it rested at a 90-degree angle to the lower one. "That's better."

"Are you finished positioning me like a Ken doll?" Damian asked. The question couldn't quite hide the nervousness that flashed across his face and faded just as fast. “I'm tired of waiting."

Tim rolled the condom on and then spread more lube over his cock, moaning in relief as it finally got some stimulation. "Fuck." He aimed, remembered he always needed to aim lower than he thought, and repositioned himself so he was pressed against Damian's hole. "Hey, Damian?"

Damian reached back and dug his fingertips into Tim's hip. "What?"

He was going to hate this, but Tim was pretty sure he'd only been on the receiving end once before so there were things that had to be said explicitly. "I'm gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name, but first, you have to promise me. Tell me if it hurts or becomes too much, okay?"

Damian didn't like being required to reveal even hypothetical weakness, but after a long moment, he nodded. "Okay."

Tim kissed the curve of his ear. "Good boy." And he pushed forward.

Damian's body opened up to him like a dream. Tim had barely gotten the head inside before he had to pause, heaving in deep breaths like a man rescued from drowning. It had been a long time since he'd topped and he'd sort of forgotten how overwhelming it could be.

"Ooh, fuck," he gritted out. "God, you feel so good around me. I'm gonna die."

"Don't you dare die before you make me come again," Damian retorted, grabbing Tim's top hand and pulling it to his own cock. "You have a responsibility now."

Tim worked another inch deeper, trembling all over and too turned on to care. "Don't worry, I've got you—you're taking me so well, Dami, oh my God." He distracted himself from his body screaming at him to let it come by giving Damian's erection a couple of strokes. It spilled precome all over his fingers as the muscles holding his own dick fast suddenly gave. He slid home with a shout he stifled against Damian's shoulder.

As soon as his hips sat flush against Damian's ass, Damian went limp. Worried, Tim checked his reflection, but all he saw was Damian at his most receptive, eyes slitted nearly shut, mouth open on a breathy moan. Tim concentrated on getting his hand and hips working in tandem. Once he had his rhythm, he nudged Damian's arm with his chin.

"Look at your reflection." Damian did as he was told. Red crept up his chest toward his neck while Tim watched. "Look at how gorgeous you are," he crooned, kissing whatever warm brown skin his mouth could reach. "So fucking gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me." He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in with more force than he'd been using. Damian groaned. "And only for me."

"Because you're mine," Damian said, rough-voiced and broken.

The thing in Tim's chest that longed to be possessed glowed with satisfaction, given its due. “That's right. I'm all yours. Only yours.” He thrust harder and stroked Damian's cock faster, tightening his grip enough for Damian to push into it. Damian cried out in response.

"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" Tim barely recognized his own voice, distorted with a heady mix of love and arousal. "Are you gonna show me how much you love it when I fuck you into my mattress? Come on, give it to me, wanna see you lose it right here while I'm balls deep inside of you."

"Tim—Timothy please—" Damian begged, face twisted and vulnerable, and hearing his name in that pleading tone was too much. Tim's orgasm blazed through every cell of his body.

day 131 here

#damitim #timdami #tim and damian and 150 prompts #like i know what you want #folliefic #nsft

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