#but in this case i cannot help but marvel at it

[tanejineri]

I STG THERES NO BETTER FEELING THAN DIGGING UP GOLD MINES OF SIGNIFICANT EARLY MOTHER ARTISTS AND A SHIT TON OF ART FROM SAID ARTISTS. LIKE IDC ABOUT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW THIS IS THE FOUNDATION OF US

[cozy-writes-things]

Electric Jealousy

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

Logically, he knew it wasn’t the same.

You didn’t leave soft, lingering touches along its exterior; nor did you brush your lips lightly across the plastic in passive adoration. You didn’t have a soft lilt in your whispered voice when you spoke to it, hell, you didn’t talk to it at all really.

And yet, seeing your hands grip the mouse of another monitor does something to him.

He considers himself a smart man. Computer? A smart something-he-hasn’t-quite-figured-out-yet. Despite this, he can’t help but feel anxious. He doesn’t have a long, 24 inch, 144hz, 4k, screen, nor does he have an assortment of RGB fans illuminating a pristine glass casing. One hard truth Edgar had to come to terms with was that he was dated. After waking up from a failed attempt at destroying himself, he found what once was a marvel of new technology was now completely obsolete. He looked at you, eyes sparkling against the saturated colors of your newer monitor, watching as you tinkered away at various games for hours and thought: is he good enough for someone like you?

He'll never forget the angelic voice that called to him after he woke up nearly 40 years later.

And your face.

God, he'd never seen something so radiant. The first thing he heard was your voice, and the second, your warm hands encircling his plastic casing with such tenderness; something he had never truly felt before. He understood anger, and violence, and tears. But being held with such softness that he might break otherwise was completely foreign to him. He had no idea where he was, or when, for that matter. But what he did know was that he wasn't going to let a genuine angel sent from heaven escape his grasp; no limbs be damned.

And yet, despite his constant efforts, over the course of many months, to charm you, flatter you, turn you into a confident and incandescent version of yourself that he always saw in you, he wondered if it was enough. What more could he provide other than his own thoughts? He couldn't touch you, wrap you in his harms and caress you the way he's always wanted, nor could he kiss you with a passion so deep and fiery it sets his internals aflame. And, as if to put the final nail in the coffin, he was no longer able to be a useful piece of tech the way he once was. Despite your constant objections to this notion, he continued to believe it.

He wants to be the one you stare at for hours, laughing with, playing with, touching all over...

It makes him buzz with a bitter jealousy when he sees you using your gaming PC, regardless of the fact that you positioned it so he could see the screen with his webcam; he almost wished you didn't.

Logically, he knows it isn't the same.

This PC isn't alive, nor does it whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift off to sleep every night. It doesn't worship your every move nor does it alight with pure reverence whenever you enter a room. But what if it did? Would you leave him?

You always kept asking why he had such a fear of champagne being around any of your electronics.

"It's so random," you'd posit, but you simply didn't know. He doesn't want any competition. He cannot afford to lose someone he loves again.

There's only one thing he can think of that he has above any other piece of tech you own: his music.

He's been charming you with it since day one. You are simply his muse, providing inspiration for him endlessly, and, he made sure you knew of it.

"H-hey, why don't you take a break and help me with my new song? I can't figure out what melody fits best."

His meek voice brought your attention away from your little farm of parsnips.

"Oh yeah? What's the song about?"

"You."

He paused for a moment, let the word linger for only a second, before continuing:

"We-well, I mean, you probably already knew that, didn't you? But! It isn't a love song. Well, it is, but, not the ones I usually write."

This intrigued you.

"What does that mean?"

He paused for a moment. Collecting, analyzing, and running all possible outcomes of his next words. Your eyes peered at him in sparkling curiosity.

"It's a sad song."

Your brows furrowed at this, a small frown forming upon your lips.

"Huh-?"

"I feel like... I don't give enough to you. You give so much to me, and I always take. It's not fair to you."

"What are you talking about, Edgar?"

Now he's gotten you worried. You pushed your little office chair over to his section of the desk, now face to face with him, a look of concern painting your features.

"You aren't being unfair to me at all."

"But I am... If I can't even be a good enough computer for you how could I ever be a good boyfriend?"

So that's what this was about. How tone-deaf could you be? Of course seeing you all up on some newer, fresher, piece of tech would make him feel this way. You knew he had problems feeling like he couldn't do enough for you given his unique... situation. Have you made it worse?

"Oh, Ed, no... Don't ever think like that, babe. You are the only one for me, you know that, right? If I thought otherwise I wouldn't be here right now, with you. And you give so much to me. You give me confidence, your music, happiness, and..."

What else was there? How could you ever describe this feeling he gives you in words?

"And what?"

His voice brought you back from your thoughts.

"Love, Edgar. You showed me what love feels like. Real love. And you gave it to me."

He sits silently for a moment. It seems as though everything in his life had been building up to a moment like this, and now that it's finally here, he's... speechless. His screen displays a large heart, unbeknownst to him, before copying it across his screen over and over, flashing, with many different colors.

The convex glass of his monitor displays a message: "You + Me = "

Again.

"You + Me = ".

Flashing hearts.

"You + Me = ".

Two cut-out images of lips kissing one another.

Flashing hearts.

It repeats again.

"I... I need you to kiss me. Please."

You must have flustered the hell out of him, because when your lips grazed the fuzzy static of his illuminated screen, the heat nearly scalded you.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Up for Debate (Male!Reader x Sam Winchester)

@magicstarbits How about college!Sam Winchester meet cute with male reader? Btw love all of your work (:💛

Sam has this in the bag.

With Halloween around the corner, the professor for his college Public Speaking and Debate course has decided to get playful.

She's set a challenge. The class has been set into pairs, each arguing opposite sides of a hypothetical legal case.

The catch is that the debate is over legal questions regarding different traditional Halloween monsters.

Sam has been assigned vampires, specifically the question of whether someone becoming a blood thrall should have any legal value in court in regards to property, protections, and marital status.

Sam is prepared to argue the relationship cannot be legally valid due to the inherent power balance of being in thrall to a vampire. And of course because vampires are, of course, monstrous.

He doesn't know his opponent well, so he makes a point to ask, and you two meet for lunch at a coffeeshop just off campus.

And just his luck, he slams right into you just outside, your books clattering to the ground with loud thuds, though he reaches out and catches you, leaning over you to leverage his own core to keep you from tumbling.

"Whoa! That's one way to win the debate!" you joke, and Sam starts to laugh as he helps you straighten and then you gather your things up together.

"Trust me, I like to win fair and square."

"I mean, you're... wow, you're... solid." you respond awkwardly, still marveling that this guy barely even budged when you ran into each other.

"I... used to play a lot of sports." Sam explains lamely, the excuse sounding weak. "My dad was really into that."

"Ah, okay. That makes sense."

"Hey, how about I treat you to lunch here then? I'd hate to knock you over AND make you pay."

"Not until the debate, right?"

"Exactly." Sam grins, and holds the door for you.

You two discuss the assignment, the sources you both are looking at, and then the conversation drifts to everything and anything.

Movie and book recommendations, hopes for the future, your majors, stories from being kids...

Before he knows it, Sam has spent two hours with you, your drinks and food long gone.

"This has been great!" you grin. "I do unfortunately have to get to class. Got a late lesson to catch."

Sam nods. "Well, can we do this again?"

A pause, a horrifying moment that Sam freaks out during, thinking he's overstepped.

"Absolutely. Here, I'll give you my number. Text me."

Sam is almost speechless as you put yourself in his contacts.

"I'll... run into you later." You tease. "Not literally next time."

"Y-yeah. Sorry again about that."

Sam cannot stop grinning.

The debate is fun as hell. He's surprised by the points you make, advocating for the need to grant legal protections to the thralls, in order to provide protections - you argue that these relationships will happen, and it's better to have something in place than nothing. If less than consensual, it gives the victims some protection. If fully consenting, it still provides some security.

He really likes your take on it, though he does his best to win.

And after meeting you at least once a week for a good long semester, he asks if you'd like to go on a real date.

You go driving to the beach late on the friday of a long weekend, and he takes you stargazing.

You lay together on the hood of the car, pointing up and making up constellations.

There aren't many stars, but that doesn't stop either of you.

And when he rolls over, shaggy hair brushing your forehead as he leans in, you lift your head up to meet him, lips brushing together before he cups the back of your head and you full on make out.

You give into to it, and you both spend a lovely night together, cementing each other as boyfriends.

His hand is almost always entwined with yours, loyal and sweet. He can't get enough of your kisses.

Because with every discussion, every debate...

...he falls in love even more.

[writers-potion]

Got anything for dialogue

Writing Dialogue 101

Dialogue is conversation, nothing more, nothing less. The catch is: diagloue is EDITED conversation. It must be more concise, purposeful and witty than the everyday sentences we speak, while sounding natural.

The Purpose of Dialogue

Diaglue is definitely a fiction elements that pops everything up and out. Thus, dialogue is going to have more impact than your normal paragraphs, in order to:

Characterizes/reveals motives

Sets the mood in the story

Intensifies the story conflict

Creates tension and suspense

Speeds up your scenes

Add bits of setting/backgronud

Communicates the theme

Matching the Dialogue to the Genre

The dialogue in a book should speak the reader's language. There is a type of voice that suits each genre/category of fiction, and we must understand what matches the reader expectations and rhythm of the plot we are writing.

Magical Dialogue

"Do not kill him even now. For he has not hurt me. And in any case I do not wish him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a nobel kind that we should not dare to raise our hands against." - The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkein

"As much as I want you and want to be with you and part of you, I can't rear myself away from the realness of my responsiblities." - The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller

This is the language of The Hobbit, Star Wars, The Lord of the Rings, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

When writing literary and mainstream fiction (that is targeted at the general public rather than a target audience), we need to go with what sounds real, even with a magical setting

Science fiction and fantasy can be more unreal, i.e. things like "May the Force Be With You."

In romance, magical dialogue takes on a differen form. It's magical in that it transcends the way we talk to each other in normal society. Magical in that all of it makes perfect sense and is said in such eloquent langauge that we marvel at it while at the same time knowing that if we are left to ourselves, we would say something absolutely banal.

Cryptic Dialogue

"You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger." - Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk

This is the dialogue in literary and religious stories that dealw ith abstract ideas and vague concepts and has double meanings. Readers aren't meant to understand theses right away.

These bits of dialogue plant sublimnal messages in the reader's mind that help communicate the theme later on, ultimately making sense.

Cryptic dialogue is difficult to do well. If we're not careful, we'll end up sounding preachy, moralistic and dogmatic.

You need to be able to view the world in different perspectives.

Descriptive Dialogue

The literary, fantasy and historical story often relies on dialogue for worldbuilding (expplaining history, magic rules, etc.)

The author's goal in descriptive dialogue is to provide the reader with information. However, the character's goal cannot be sacrificed for the author's. Dialogue can still have tension and suspense and can be inserted into a scene of action so the story doesn't bog down while the readers get some info.

Shadowy Dialogue

In shadowy dialogue, the character's job is to keep the reader suspended in a state of terror/suspense. Then you periodically tighten and loosen the tension.

The key here is uncertainty. The reader cannot trust the speaker, so we're always questioning him, wondering whether he's speaking truthfully or is presenting the full picture.

Keep the tone as dark of possible, using action and background as supporting tools.

Make it cryptic, or even better, offering an omnious threat of what is to come.

Provocative Dialogue

This is the type of dialogue that conveys the theme, talking about the "universla truth" your book is trying to convey.

Readers like to be challenged in their thinking, provoked to consider other ways of thinking, and shaken up in their belief systems with a fresh perspective about the world.

Consider this example from To Kill A Mockingbird:

"...but there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal - there is one humna institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockfeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignornant man the equal of any college president."

There is no way we can read this and not think about something that is bigger than our daily lives.

Make your readers squirm, and shock them out of their comfort zones.

Uncencored Dialogue

Uncencored dialogue in YA stories are of young people, but that doesn't mean it's filled with hip-hop words and slag.

While adults cencor themselves when they speak, teenagers haven't yet learned that skill so their dialogue is more raw, edgy and honest.

Readers of YA novels expect realism, so make it as authentic as possible. The last thing we want to is for our characters to be brash and honest, but NOT sound like they've just stepped out of Planet Way Cool.

For example:

"What if he doesn't like me back?" "You are too much of a chicken to do anything aboutit but mope."

As an adult, how often do you admit fear of rejection out loud to another, or call out your friend to her face? In YA-type of dialogue though, we can just write what comes into these characters' minds.

So that sums up the different types of dialogue. Consider the nature of your plot, what your readers and the genre of the story you are writing to choose an appropriate way for your characters to speak!

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[jinwoowoo]

Flames

Male reader x Aespa Winter

Length: 5564 words

TW: smut

Perfection is a word you rarely use, if not, have not used it at all, believing that everything has its own flaws and weaknesses. It is almost like a mantra of your life, an excuse to let every mistake in your life have a reason why it happens, but that stubborn way of thinking changed after you met Kim Minjeong.

Minjeong, who prefers to be called by her friends as Winter, has an exceptional beauty comparable to a fine winter morning. Her beautiful eyes shine like sparkling snow reflecting the sunshine. Her nose is so small it looks like a fawn resting peacefully inside its hole, protected against the layer of the cold snow. Most of all, her cold glare and attitude against strangers fit her name, that's why they wonder how a tacky, not-so-cool-looking guy like you managed to melt her ice-cold heart.

Though you see Minjeong as a perfection, a pearl among a sea of pebbles, she sees herself differently. She loves how you cherish and worship her like a lover, respecting her for who and what she is, but she still can't help but compare herself to others. Society has this image of what they define as a sexy, alluring woman; marvelous bust, tiny waist, and round hips. Minjeong fits on all of it except the first category.

Even if she has a smaller, sexier hip and waist compared to other women in her same frame, Minjeong’s breasts are too small to be considered a woman’s. Because of her tight, teenager-like body, Minjeong has frequently become a target of malicious unwitty slanders on Instagram; that a chopping board has more curves than her breasts and kissing them will let you know what kissing a man’s chest feels like.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you ask Minjeong during your cozy cuddle, sensing her sudden gloom as you spoon her on the couch. Today is one of the rare days when both of you are out of work. Every time you two are free, Minjeong invites herself over to your house to hang out, sometimes arranging a dinner date in advance to enjoy sweet moments together.

“Oh, it is nothing, oppa. Don’t worry about it.” Minjeong replies, dispirited.

You take a peek over Minjeong’s shoulder to see what she’s been doing, and you witness something that breaks your heart. Hands trembling as she tries to control both anger and sadness breaking her heart, Minjeong scrolls through her latest Instagram post, reporting every malicious comment about her.

Minjeong senses the fiery anger fuming out of your nose touching her skin, scrolling downward to refresh the app quickly. She knows and is aware of what you have done to help her against her haters, reporting and filing cases against some of them, and she doesn’t want to bring this more in front of you, more than today you two are supposed to be chilling out and getting cozy.

You reach over Minjeong’s body and shut her phone screen off. Setting her device on the coffee table in front of her, you hold your girlfriend by her shoulders, spinning her body to face you.

Meeting you eye to eye, Minjeong cannot suppress her feelings anymore. She breaks down, wailing against your chest heavily. Your blood boils in an instant, filled with rage as you see a fragile kind girl like Minjeong crying and hurting over some trolls behind their monitor who doesn't care how much they hurt the person they are criticizing. Your fists clench until your knuckles turn white. You want to punch someone, you truly are, but you suppress your anger as Minjeong needs you right now. Grabbing some tissues on the coffee table, you wipe Minjeong’s tears, rubbing her back to calm her down.

“Oppa… Do I look hideous?” Minjeong asks while sobbing, stifling between her words.

“Of course, not! Why are you asking that? You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen, Minjeong. The most beautiful woman I fell in and will love forever”

“But the comments on my Instagram account. They said I look ugly. Maybe I-"

As you don’t want to hear Minjeong doubt herself and assure her she isn't as ugly, you lean forward and shut her lips with a kiss. Minjeong gasps, startled by the sudden kiss. Her hands grasp your shirt, toes are curling when you deepen the kiss.

“You are not ugly, Minjeong. People who call you ugly don't know the real definition of beauty, let alone know you personally. Please don't doubt about your looks." Patting her head, Minjeong slowly nods her head, now blushing and burying her face on your chest again for a different reason.

Feeling Minjeong relaxing, your chest feels a lot lighter now. You hold her chin with your thumb and index finger, lifting her head to face you again. With eyes sparkling like stars, lips quivering as they touch, puckering and parting away, it is Minjeong’s turn to catch you off guard, leaning forward and surprise you with a kiss.

You kiss her back and up the notch, licking her lips for an entrance that she didn’t hesitate to provide. The simple soft soothing kiss to calm down Minjeong slowly turned into a making out, her hands wrapping around your neck to pull you on a deeper kiss. The sound of your lips smooching and smacking, followed by soft groans and wet sucking of each other’s tongues broke the silence of the quiet morning.

Your body heats up in excitement, and you can feel Minjeong feel the same when your hand slides under her shirt, rubbing the skin of her back. Her legs are rubbing against each other, seldomly hitting your leg with her knee as the heat reaches her core. Getting needy as she is, your other hand reached for Minjeong’s top leg, lifting it so you can slide in your thigh between her legs. Your girlfriend slowly slides her crotch on your thigh, her body grinding against your torso.

Minjeong is having the best feeling of her life completely forgotten the malicious comments about her on her Instagram, now that the one that truly cares for her worships and loves her back. She grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging and begging for you to take them off. You smirk between the kiss and pull away, staring at your girlfriend's eyes who's aroused right now.

“W-why, oppa?” she asks, stuttering as her lips quiver, already missing the taste of your lips. “Why did you stop?”

“Because this isn’t the place to treat you with love, my princess. Let’s go back to our love nest.” Smiling, almost a smirk, you answer Minjeong with a wink.

Minjeong was still flabbergasted when you rolled and stood out of the couch. She yelps when you scoop her body, easily lifting her body and carrying her to the bedroom. Slowly, you put Minjeong down on the bed, letting her sit on the edge as you take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your boxer. Putting your hand over Minjeong’s shoulder, you gently push her down until she's lying on her back, you hovering on top of her. Your hand that holds her shoulder now reaches upward to cup her cheek, the other rests beside her head to keep your body supported.

“You are so beautiful, Minjeong. I can’t help myself but fall for you even more.” You told her the sweetest yet sexily as you could.

“Hmph. Flatterer.” Minjeong huffs, looking away from your melting gaze.

You chuckle and hold your girlfriend by her cheek, turning her head to face you. Her blushing cheeks and welling eyes are the most adorable you have seen, a stare hitting your heart directly and calling out for your love. Losing your control already, you dived in and captured Minjeong’s lips with yours, continuing the making out you two hadn't finished on the couch.

Minjeong gasps, feeling the fiery heat of your love surging in the kiss. Her hands reach forward and rest on your chest, but you immediately take them on each of your hands and pin them beside her head. Her fingers entangle with yours, nails digging on your skin as your hungry wet kisses trail down from her lips down to her jawline.

“O-oppa~ mhhh~” Minjeong groans a throaty moan, fueling your lust further.

You don’t stop kissing her neck until you leave hickeys all over her soft skin, marking her as yours. You keep going further south until you face the hem of her shirt, quickly biting on the fabric and pulling it up to her chest using your teeth to reveal her sexy tummy. With no hesitation, you dwell down, and French kisses her belly button, tongue sweeping the sweet tiny hole.

Minjeong groans from the sudden surge of pleasure, her hands slip out of your hold and immediately grabs the pillow sheets above her head. She didn’t have the chance to process the delectation she feels as you raise her shirt higher, taking her bra up along the way to expose her perky boobs.

The tingling feeling suppressed Minjeong’s urge to hold her moan as your fingers played with her nipples, trapping each inverted nub between your ring and middle finger while the rest pressed and played against her teats.

Squirming hard and lively underneath you, the way Minjeong’s body moves shakes the cage of the wolf inside you. You want to be an unleashed beast, to become feral and feast on the poor gentle fawn beneath you, but you always remind yourself that you must take care of Minjeong’s needs first.

You stop kissing your girlfriend’s sexy midriff and capture one of her teats in your mouth, suckling on it with your tongue rolling on the hardened bean. The sweet taste of her perfect size boobs fills your buds, your glands activating to salivate and savor every flavor you could get. Your free hand roams on the side of her body, tracing the outline of her slim alluring waist until it goes down to her pubic, reaching down to discover her heating core.

Minjeong closes her legs in a snap, trapping your hand to stop your advancement but you still prevail and push her soaked panty aside. Your digits are immediately coated with her slick juice that she squirts after you sucked her breast a bit harder. Wasting no time, you plunge your middle finger inside Minjeong, sliding in and out leisurely while using your thumb and pinky finger to spread her thighs apart.

“Oppa~ ahh~ more please~” Minjeong pants heavily, her neediness shown in every word.

“More of what, Mindeongie? You should tell oppa more clearly” you tease, earning you an unsatisfied grunt from your cute girlfriend.

“P-put more inside me, please~ I need yo-mhhhp! ~" You abrupt Minjeong’s words mid-sentence by putting your index and ring fingers in,

Minjeong’s back arches, pushing forward against your chest as your additional fingers inside her descend deeper into her dripping cavern, each thick digit curling and pressing hard against her warm walls. Her love honey squirts out, wetting the back of your hand as it keeps pumping her.

You stop devouring your girlfriend’s boobs to watch her squirm in pleasure. Her eyes are shut tight, lips parted with tongue sticking out, trying to elicit a moan but can't as she finds herself choking on pleasure.

As you keep giving Minjeong the care she needs, your fingers feel a sudden tightness around them; your hand is soaked and dripping. Her moans are getting high-pitched, breathing turns erratic as she trashes her head around. Knowing that she is already at her limit, you decide to level up your game. You lay down beside Minjeong and tuck her hair behind her ear, blowing hot moist air on her neck.

“Don’t’ hold it, Mindeongie. Oppa wants to feel his baby squirt~” you whisper in Minjeong’s ears, stimulating her mind just as you do her body.

“No! ~ Nghh ~ You are so unfair, oppa~” she wince, still fighting her urge not to cum

Growing impatient, you pump your fingers harder, intentionally making loud, lewd. and wet noises. You then whisper in Minjeong’s ears how much naughty she is for being so wet right now, that her little coochie makes not-so-innocent sounds. You position the base of your palm above her slit, finding her swollen clit effortlessly, and rub it in circles.

Minjeong feels her defense crumbling, slowly succumbing to the pleasure and urge to climax. Having you near her neck, sucking her pulse point, and licking the back of her ear doesn't help either. With a suppressed squeal, each muscle of her body tensing, Minjeong finally let go and orgasms hard against your hand. Her pussy clamps vice around your fingers, thighs trapping your arm as her warm juice floods your hand. Her breathing hitches for a while, mind shuts down due to overstimulation.

“Oppa… I really hate you… You perv…” she pants between her words, eyes still trying to focus.

“Awww~ I love you too, Minjeongie. But I’m sorry. Oppa is still not done with you yet.”

You pat Minjeong’s head and give her a sweet peck before reaching for her clothes. Minjeong groans as she tries to move her tired body, helping the much as she can while you undress her. Now that she’s fully naked, you remove your boxer from your hips, finally unleashing your penis that's been begging for Minjeong’s touch.

“Babe, can you help me with here please?” you beg cutely, earning a chuckle from your girlfriend.

You grab Minjeong’s small hand and wrap her fingers around your veiny shaft, forming a knuckle with a hole to slide your penis on. Minjeong giggles as you give her puppy eyes, which she always says doesn't suit you, yet always falls for it. She slowly moves her hand back and forward, stroking your penis delicately while pulling it closer to her at the same time. You just follow her tugs until you are kneeling beside her head, your bulbous glans reaching close to her face.

“Do I have to suck it? It looks dirty" Minjeong teases, making you pout. "I’m just kidding, babe. Kneel in front of me"

You follow Minjeong's command and straddle her chest, hips hovering above her so you won’t crush her body with your weight. Your girlfriend smirks and parts her lips, attempting to catch and put your dick inside her mouth without the help of her hands. Her futile attempts only cause your dick to grind all over her beauty. Sometimes you make your dick twitch once it aligns with her lips so she has to try capturing it again.

Annoyed and needy, Minjeong surrenders to putting your dick into her mouth using only her lips and finally uses both hands, stroking it hard and rough as a little petty revenge for your teasing, before putting it inside her mouth.

The pleasure your cute girlfriend's small lips give makes you groan sexily. Her soft yet rough tongue flicks on the slit of the tip, harvesting the oozing precum as if your glans is a tap that releases precious sap. You look down and watch Minjeong giggle while sucking your dick, not sure if she finds her actions funny or she’s enjoying having your dick in her mouth; nonetheless, she looks so cute and innocent.

Your hips thrust slowly, carefully fucking Minjeong’s mouth to the back of her throat. She hates it when she gags, complaining that your penis is too big for her throat. You once tried to teach your girlfriend how to deepthroat you, but her uvula immediately contracts and pushes your dick away, an unpleasant feeling for both of you.

Though you dream to have Minjeong suck your dick all day, that plan should be done next time. You retreat your hips, pulling your drool-lubed dick out of her wet lips. Minjeong tries to chase your dick back, looking like a puppy chasing for her treat, but she pouts at you when you rest your whole length on her face instead.

"Appetizer's over, baby~ time for the main course." You coo, putting your hand on Minjeong’s cheek where she grinds over it.

You go out of bed and position yourself in front of Minjeong. Slowly, you crawl your way up starting from her feet, kissing her soles and calves. You then fold her knees and point them to the ceiling, pushing her heels closer to her cute ass. Getting closer to her thighs, your girlfriend tries to kick her legs and straighten out of impulse, feeling ticklish as your tongue and warm breath touch her rosy skin.

You hold Minjeong’s legs firmly, spread them apart, and invite yourself to have a taste of her body. The juices she squirted still linger on her thighs, adding exquisite flavor to her soft skin. You purposely make loud and lewd licking sounds, telling Minjeong how much you enjoy her taste that words can’t convey.

Minjeong curses under her breath as she feels your warm breath teasing her shaven pussy. Her toned legs are trying to close but your body blocks her attempt. Even if you want to taste her more, you teased Minjeong enough and can’t contain your excitement any further.

You trail your perverted tongue from her sexy tummy up to her jawline, hastily capturing her lips and making out with her.

Minjeong’s body squirms underneath you. Her craves for your touch, the lingering feeling of your body against her skin that keeps her warm, are expressed by each slight movement of her body. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to your chest, and one continues to go south until she holds your dick and aims the head in front of her entrance.

You stop kissing Minjeong and look her in the eyes. Minjeong stares back, gulping hard when she feels your warm heavy breath blowing on her face, and nods slowly. She strokes your penis a few more times before pushing the head inside her, letting you do the rest.

“Fuck…” you and Minjeong moan lowly in unison.

Minjeong embraces your body tightly, gasping as you keep pushing and putting your whole penis inside her vagina. Her walls immediately contract around your dick, recognizing its owner and welcoming it with a warm hug. You move your hips slowly, allowing your girlfriend to adjust to your size.

Your leisurely slow pace continues, letting Minjeong enjoy the pleasure your dick gives her. She moans softly as you push in, grinding your dick against her sensitives, but whines adorably when you retreat your hips and pull some of your lengths out. Her fingers are digging into your skin, scratching and wounding up the old wounds she dealt on your back.

“Shit, baby… Why do you look so cute even while having sex?” you groan on Minjeong’s face.

With her eyes half-lid, welling up with cheeks reddened in a rosy hue, Minjeong’s lips parted as she pants, her red tongue sticking out and looking like a puppy. You release a raspy growl, feeling the lust residing deep inside you unleash.

With one arm wrapped around Minjeong’s shoulders, you pull your girl closer to your body, capturing her lips and harshly making out with her. Your thrust increases its pace, pistoning Minjeong’s slick pussy roughly.

Minjeong’s hug on you tightens, embracing her body to accept your wild relentless thrusts. Your sudden roughness sends her to her climax, cumming around your thick and have her juices splashing as your hips collide. Her moans and air in her lungs are being sucked by you, taking her breath away during her orgasm

Feeling her body being less active, her grip around your pussy tightens as she cums, you let Minjeong catch her breath for a while, unlatching your lips from hers and attacking her neck instead.

“Mhhh~ daddy slow down~” Minjeong whines thoughtlessly, gasping for air.

Minjeong’s words sink in both of your minds in a second, and you realize what she just called you. Lifting your head, eyes wide open out of shock but with lips curving upward while trying to suppress your laughter, you and Minjeong slowly turn your heads to look at each other, too sync that it is almost comical.

Mijeong’s whole face turns red, her ears fuming imaginary steam when she looks at your teasing gaze. Never once in the history of making love with you she calls you daddy, saying it was too cliché and hates being treated like a baby now that she’s an adult, yet here she is right now, uttering such an embarrassing word unknowingly in the middle of sex.

 "What did you just call me, babe?" you ask with a chuckle, breaking the awkward silence between you and her.

“I-I didn’t say anything! It is just your imagination.” Minjeong huffs and turns her head, looking to her side to avoid your teasing gaze.

“Yes, you are. You just called me daddy,” you say back, “can you please call me daddy one more time?”

Taking her hands away from your back, Minjeong crosses her arms and huffs again. “I don’t want to! Hmph. I’m already done. I lost the mood.” Pouting, Minjeong puts her hands on your chest, trying to push you away

“Wait, wait! Okay fine. I’m sorry babe. I won’t insist on it anymore.”

Trying to bring her mood back, you pepper Minjeong with kisses, alternating between wet lewd kisses with ticklish ones. Her stern angry look crumbles easily with your ticklish lips, can’t resist when you are giving her puppy eyes and sincere care. You lean and peck her pouting lips, hand pats her now ruffled hair. Minjeong sighs and wraps her arms around your neck, keeping her eye contact with you.

“You promise? It was just a spur of the moment, okay? I don’t why I called you daddy. Don’t make me say it again, it is embarrassing” Minjeong explains softly, speaking with her lips open as tight as possible.

You nod and peck her lips, your forehead leaning against hers. “Of course, baby. I won’t insist you to call me daddy unless you want to”

The kiss to seal your promise turns into a messy making-out. Minjeong closes her eyes and kisses back, her fingers sliding against the frame of your broad shoulder. Your lips never left hers as you start moving your hips again, slowly picking up the pace with thoughts of not breaking her.

Your hand leaves her head to knead her boobs, pushing the supple flesh with the base of your palm. As Minjeong breaks the kiss to catch her breath, moaning in pleasure, you lower your kisses down to her neck and chest, capturing her unattended breast between the pair and suckling on her nipples.

Minjeong’s whiny moans feel like music to your ears, her body writhing and dancing to the symphony of making love. Her pussy is now slicker and easier to thrust in, walls are contracting around your shaft and massaging it. Wanting to feel you deeper inside her, Minjeong spreads her legs wider, her feet barely standing on their toes, almost leaving the drenched sheets.

The monotonous thrusting, though you enjoy being on top of your girlfriend and giving her the climaxes she needs, tires your body easily. You feel that your orgasm is near, but exhaustion slowly chases on you, and might even finish you first before you get your pent-up release. Noticing that your pace becomes sluggish, Minjeong smiles and leans closer, kissing your lips and wiping the sweat on your forehead.

“You look tired already, Daddy. Let Mindeongie ride you this time”

Minjeong’s words shock you especially when she spoke in a sweet cute voice and have the thought of her hating calling you daddy. She seizes the chance while you are flabbergasted and flips your bodies over, being the one on top this time. The sweet and caring Minjeong you know has changed, flipping her personality and now letting you be the receiving end.

Your girlfriend leans down and captures your lips with hers, sucking the air and soul out of your lungs and body during the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her waist to hug them, but she intercepts you midway and pins your hands on each side of your head. Just like how you do her, Minjeong kisses your jawline and neck, slowly positioning herself to sit upright with your dick impaling her pussy.

Moving her hips up and down, groaning as your whole shaft slides against her velvety walls in a new yet familiar way, Minjeong moves her body sexily on her desired state. Her eyes are half-lidded, pupils rolling to the back of her head, her cheeks flushed and drunk in pleasure, even drooling and biting her bottom lip to suppress her sultry moans; you are on a treat with Minjeong’s sexy show while she’s riding you.

Her grip on your hands is slowly getting weaker, allowing you to unpin your hands from the space beside your head. You place Minjeong’s hands over your shoulder, freeing yours so you can hold her by the waist.

After a few minutes of riding you, bouncing herself on your lap and having countless orgasms, Minjeong reaches her limit and falls on top of your body. You peck and kiss Minjeong’s forehead, combing her hair to the back of her head to thank her for a wonderful ride. Gaining bits of your strength back after Minjeong’s ride, you flip your bodies over, hovering on top of your girlfriend again and fucking her to chase your orgasm.

Minjeong whines and complains as she is still sensitive, triggering a cluster of orgasms that sends her nerves haywire. Her pussy holds and tightens around you, sucking your penis deeper as if it wants you to penetrate even her womb.

As the tightness in your groin grows stronger, breathing gets heavier with some blood on your brain sending down to the other head for additional backup, you lose your control over your lust and reach your peak, cumming hard inside Minjeong. Ropes and ropes of your semen shoot out of your penis, filling up Minjeong’s heated womb to the brim, even leaking some of it to the crevices of your connection.

After the intense orgasm, exhaustion hitting you like a truck sending you to a parallel universe, your dick grows sensitive and limp, slipping out of your girlfriend’s swollen gaping hole. You pull Minjeong and hug her tight, keeping her convulsing body to post orgasm warm in your embrace.

You roll to your side and snuggle her, burying her face to your chest. She once said that your heavy panting and warm breath blowing on her hair helps her to calm down, so you are doing your best to keep your bodies tangled together after sex. Gaining her senses back, nerves calming, Minjeong looks up from your chest, slapping your pecs playfully.

“You meanie… I told you to slow down…” Minjeong whines, looking like a child in your arms

“Sorry, babe. You are just irresistible”

Mustering the rest of your strength, you pull Minjeong to the side of the bed, wrapping her with the dirty sheets and carry her to the bathroom princess style. She complains a bit, worried that you might turn her into a cute “sushi roll” by fucking her while she’s wrapped up like a sushi, but you promise that you just want to clean her up.

You unwrap Minjeong and let the warm water soak her body, sweat, and other bodily fluids being washed away while the heat of the water calms her muscles down. You go back to the bedroom and clean up all the mess, wiping fluids from the floor and airing the scent of sex out. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you went back to Minjeong and saw her staring at the bathroom mirror.

“What’s wrong, Minjeong? You seem to be deep in your thoughts." Hugging her from behind, you kiss her shoulder and ask.

“Nothing is wrong, oppa.” Minjeong shakes her head, but she knows you are not convinced by mere words. Sighing dispirited, she turns around and faces you, putting her hands on your waist. “I’m just thinking of some things. May I ask you something, oppa?”

“Of course, Minjeong. I am your boyfriend; you are free to share your thoughts with me if they bother you.”

You hug and carry Minjeong by her butt, where she instantly wraps her legs around your waist and brings her back to the shower. It became your habit to keep a small plastic stool on the shower for moments like this, letting Minjeong sit on the small chair while you lather her body with soapy water.

“Do I bore you? Most guys prefer busty women with nice hips and tiny waists, but here I am, chest flatter than a teenager” Minjeong rants while behaving like a puppy getting bathed by her owner

“Most guys just admire something big, Minjeong. Others love big butts, some love huge breasts because they look like their mom’s when they were being nurtured,” you answer, making Minjeong tilt her head back and look at you. “But that doesn’t mean all guys are the same. I love you, Minjeong, everything about you. I don't love you for your looks alone. You just came to my boring life and made everything perfect. And I want to be like that to yours. I will do everything that will make you happy. So Minjeong, will-”

“Stop being cheesy, idiot. Don’t say something like a marriage proposal while we are in the showers.” Minjeong hushes you quickly, blushing and turning small right after.

You chuckle and raise your hands, retreating and stopping being flirty with Minjeong. You pool a huge amount of water on the basin and rinse your girlfriend in an instant. After cleaning yourself up and drying up your body with Minjeong, you carry her back to the bedroom and tuck her under the newly replaced sheets, cuddling her in a spooning position.

“You still didn’t answer my question, oppa. Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks once more while scrolling through her Instagram feed.

“Me? Getting bored of you? Of course not. You turn everything around me exciting and I even feel sad that we have to sleep than having fun together.” You cheekily reply.

“Gosh… stop being cheesy. You know how hard I fall for your corny antics. But no jokes, oppa, Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks for the third tike

“Never, Minjeong. I sincerely don’t find you boring. Why do you ask though?”

Minjeong smiles excitedly and scrolls more through her feed until she finds one of her close friend's accounts. She taps on the username to view the full profile, along with some of her pinned posts.

“This is my friend, Jimin, but I sometimes call her Karina. She has beautiful breasts and a plump ass. I was wondering if you would agree to have a threesome with us." Minjeong explains excitedly, keeping her finger on her phone to scroll and show more of her friend’s photos.

The girl in the subject is indeed one hell of a beauty. Her boobs are enormous and a bit saggy, bouncing on even slight movement she does. She has a taut midriff and defined abs as well, lean arms and toned thighs that tell you she works out a lot. You are a bit concerned though as her face looks like a video game character, that she might be using some filters to hide her real beauty. Nonetheless, your mind goes back to Minjeong’s words.

"A threesome? Where did that thought come from? I didn't know you were up to something kinky."

"D-don't call me kinky! I'm just feeling guilty that I can't give you much of what other men feel during sex time with their partner. Karina unnie is bi and has experience in handling both genders on the same bed, so I was wondering if we could bring her to a threesome the next time we have sex."

Minjeong’s explanation gave you a sudden spurt of lust, turning you on in an instant. "Okay we will do it, but I want you to be the mediator over us. If you feel jealous or insecure, we will stop immediately after that."

Minjeong nods fast and with excitement. The thought of a threesome never came to your mind as you are contented with Minjeong, but right now, your heart won’t stop beating fast knowing that two best friends are willing to share the same bed and get naughty with you. Your dick got hard immediately after imagining them moaning your name. Out of instinct, more of a habit, you hold Minjeong by her waist and push back inside her pussy, flipping your body over until she’s on her stomach while you are on top of her.

“Eh?! I thought you were already tired, oppa” Minjeong gasps as she feels you penetrating her again.

“I know, baby. I know… Just one more time, please?”

You hug Minjeong’s body, trapping her arms along with your embrace and start fucking her like a rabbit in heat. Little did you know, this is just the start of a new chapter of your love story with Minjeong, where the smoldering heat of love your girlfriend provides to you will grow stronger, melding with the scorching, roaring fire her best friend will bring to your life.

[five-and-dimes]

Sunbeam

Part 4 of 4

Using the Dreaming Bingo Adoptable prompt: Sleeping In

Rating: Mature

Ship: Dreamling

Warnings: Past abuse (not explicit, just implied past warprize things)

Additional Tags: Cat!Dream, Cow!Hob, King/warprize, hurt/comfort,

Summary: The Happy Ending 😌

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By the time Hob makes it back to his room, finally released from a dull morning council meeting, it is nearly afternoon. And Dream is still fast asleep.

The sight of him never fails to make Hob’s heart swell.

It has been five years now since Dream was first given to him, a scared, shivering, wounded thing. And all the long years of healing, of growing together, are more than worth it for mornings like these. Dream is sprawled across their shared bed, long limbs stretching to every corner, basking in the sunlight that falls over the mattress. Hob always opens the curtains before he leaves for his morning duties for this precise reason. 

He approaches slowly, not willing to wake his love just yet. His eyes roam over Dream’s body, smiling at how much he’s changed. Certainly he is still a lithe and lanky creature, but no longer are his bones sharp and cutting through his skin. There is a softness and a strength to him now, lean muscle filling him out and a gentle give to his stomach from years of plentiful food, and milk whenever he desired it. He is still pale, but now there is a healthy glow to him, and his fur is glossy and thick. Most importantly though, Hob revels in the peace on Dream’s face, the way his lips curl in a smile even in his sleep, body warm and lax in the sun.

Hob loves him so very much.

Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, he cannot help but also feel a surge of pride whenever his gaze falls on the collar and bell around Dream’s neck. Currently it is the only thing Dream is wearing, a marvel when Hob remembers how scared he used to be to let his robe reveal any part of him. Now he lays nude in the sun without any fear, and Hob is so happy he could weep. The collar, though. Dream rarely takes it off.

The memory is still bright, the way Dream had been cradled in his arms, as he so often was by then, relaxed and boneless and purring against his chest. Their breaths had evened out after their love-making, the sweat drying and cooling their skin, but neither had felt any inclination to move. But Hob had felt a tiny surge of confidence and daring in the post coital haze, and he knew he had to take advantage of it before it faded.

“Love,” he began softly, grinning when he felt Dream’s ears twitch towards him in attention, “Do you know about the collar I wear?”

Shifting in his arms, Dream had leaned back enough to look at him curiously, “How do you mean?” He glanced over Hob’s shoulder where the collar in question lay in an ornate case, “It is… jewelry?”

Hob let out a huff of laughter, “Well, yes I suppose,” He pet down Dream’s back as he chose his words carefully, nervously, “But it is more than that. For us here in the bovine kingdom, at least,” he explained. “It is not a collar in the way other kingdoms might view one. Have you noticed that no other in the palace wears one?”

Dream furrowed his brow in consideration, “I suppose, now that you mention it…”

Sitting up, regretfully disentangling from Dream, Hob reached over to the side table, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out a box, similarly decorated to the one his own collar sat in. He still remembers how he held it in his lap, turning to face Dream fully and taking a deep breath to steel himself.

“For us, it is the equivalent to a crown.”

He opened the box, and inside was a collar, nearly identical to his own, though slightly smaller, designed for a slimmer neck. The jewels were rubies instead of sapphires, and the bell was rounder and more delicate, as opposed to the heavy, squared bell of Hob’s own. Dream’s breath caught in his throat.

“I want you to have one,” Hob said softly, “It’s not a collar,” he reiterated desperately, “It’s not… not a thing of ownership. I don’t own you, my love. No one does. But… I want everyone who sees you to know just how important you are. To know that you are my equal, and deserve just as much respect.”

When he finally gained the courage to look up, Dream was crying. There was a moment when he had worried he had ruined everything, had scared his poor love in a way he swore he never would again. But then, Dream met his eyes, and the look in them was nothing short of awe.

“You would…” he swallowed thickly, “You would give me such a thing? You would make me… more? More than just a…” his voice cracked, and he could not get the rest out.

Hob had tossed the box to the side, something far more precious in front of him. He wrapped Dream in his arms, pressing him close, “You are my love,” he said firmly, “My heart, my partner, my everything. You have always been so much more than you were allowed to be. I just want everyone to see it.”

He held him tight, and then Dream had kissed him, and he had known that everything would be okay. They made love again, both of them wearing nothing but their matching collars, and in the morning they started planning their wedding.

And now they are here, years later, and he is in no less awe of the love he has found in the man laying before him. Reaching out, Hob places a gentle hand on Dream’s belly, stifling a laugh when Dream stirs with a soft ‘mrrrp?’. Dream blinks, ears twitching to attention as he stretches his limbs impossibly further as he wakes. Reaching down, Hob runs his fingers through the fur along Dream’s chest and stomach. He still remembers the awe and glee he had felt the first time his fingers had brushed against the soft fuzz of new fur growing along Dream’s body.

Dream had been embarrassed, and ashamed (it had taken a long, long time for Dream to let go of the shame he felt for what other people had done to him). He had explained softly that much of his fur had fallen out over the years of mistreatment. He also quickly offered to shave it off if Hob didn’t like it.

But Hob loved it. He loved seeing the proof of Dream’s healing, had carefully tended to the new fur for weeks, and even now still took great pleasure in brushing the dark strands until they shone. He hadn’t fully realized how thin the areas where he did have fur were, either, until his arms and legs slowly became covered in dense, dark fur, the skin no longer visible through it. Petting him now, Dream presses happily into his hands, and Hob cannot resist leaning down to pull him into a kiss. 

“Good morning, beloved,” Dream mumbles against his lips. When they part, he yawns widely, and Hob can’t resist tapping his finger against his long, sandpaper tongue when it is revealed. As he alway does when Hob teases him in this way, Dream snaps his teeth down, Hob only just barely pulling away in time with a laugh.

It took a long time for Hob to see these parts of his love’s personality- the parts that are feisty and proud and demanding and playful. It only made Hob love him impossibly more.

“It is not quite morning anymore, my dear,” he grins, “You missed breakfast.”

Dream hums in consideration, eyes half lidded as he reaches out to brush a finger against Hob’s chest, the barest hint of claw grazing the spot where his teat is hidden by fabric, “It seems more like breakfast has come to me.”

Hob shivers, taking Dream’s hand to press a kiss to his knuckles with a smile, “Insatiable creature,” he says fondly.

“Is that a complaint?” Dream raises an eyebrow.

“Never,” Hob responds, aiming for teasing but filled with far too much sincerity, “How might I serve my beloved this day?”

Dream smiles slowly, fond and mischievous, “You can start,” he drawls, tugging on Hob’s hand to guide him down onto the bed, “by not blocking my sunbeam.”

Hob bursts into laughter, laying back obediently onto the bed so that Dream can sprawl on top of him, settling comfortably with Hob’s softness at his front, and the sun’s warmth at his back.

[writeraid]

Okay y'all, google is giving me no luck and this is actually driving me up the wall that I can't figure It out. From what I can tell, there are at least two instances of MK popping up in Animated Marvel Shows (Not counting What if because at the time of posting that hasn't actually come out yet) One being Ultimate Spiderman and another that I cannot for the life of me figure out. I've seen some gifs and screencaps out there but no one ever seems to like..specify which one it is and there are so many animated Marvel projects out there. The reason why It's bothering me is, surprisingly, not the need to consume every single media with a character I'm interested in in it (If that was the case I would've figured out some way to read the comics by now - iamtrying) but because I swear I know that art style. Like a part of me thinks I've seen the show it's from at some point in passing because it looks familiar. Google has been of no help, and I'm starting to feel a teensy bit like I somehow woke up in a parallel dimension. (kidding...mostly.).

Moral of the story - WHAT IS IT FROM???? Don't even care if it's not on anything, I just wanna know. Like this is actually torturing me. send help.

[adeptustemptations]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU - KAMISATO AYATO.

SYNOPSIS: life has been good. You've found yourself finally securing a stable paying job after searching for a while, finding a new place to stay, and reconnecting with old friends. you even met the love of your life, Thoma. being in a relationship with him was like a teenage girl's dream - he was affectionate, supportive, and respectful. A man like him was hard to get by, and he was one of a kind. so why do you find yourself longing for your ex-boyfriend, ayato? 

pairings: ayatokamisato x fem!reader, thoma x reader

warnings: mentions of break-ups, cheating, implied sex, heartbreak, crying, angstangstangst

It has been 5 years since you and Ayato broke up.

It was sad, how love holds on to the hope that the heart can transform what the mind knows it cannot. No matter how much you tried to change him, it just simply wasn't the case for him.

In the middle of another petty fight, his voice echoes, cutting into the tension-filled room - "Let's break up," the words hang in the air, sharp and final, cutting through the silence that had settled between them. Your heart sinks as you watch him, his eyes clouded with a storm of conflicting emotions.

You had hoped, in some corner of your heart, that you could weather the storm together. But the constant arguments, the screaming matches that had become the norm, and the cold, empty nights had worn you down. Each fight felt like another nail in the coffin of your relationship, and now Ayato’s declaration felt like the inevitable conclusion of a love that had long since soured.

The apartment, once a sanctuary of shared dreams and whispered promises, now feels like a battleground scarred by your unrelenting conflicts. The familiar echoes of your arguments seem to reverberate through the walls, amplifying the silence that follows Ayato's words.

"No," you reply, shaking your head vigorously, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat. "You don’t mean that. This is just another fight. We can work this out, please."

It was funny, how you begged for him not to leave you.

But how cruel fate truly was, especially when you looked into his eyes at that moment. He made up his mind, there was no point in fighting for it, and there was no turning back. All you can do is let out a shaky breath as you nod, trying to make sense of something - anything.

That night was also the same night Thoma found you, soaked from the rain, crying at a park bench.

-

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

You’d poured your heart into moving on, and over time, you found solace and love in Thoma. From the moment you met him, it was clear he was everything you’d dreamed of: kind, supportive, and steadfast. Thoma’s sensible nature and unwavering support brought you a sense of peace and joy that had seemed unreachable for so long.

Your friends often marveled at how lucky you were to have someone like Thoma. They’d gush about how perfect he was, how he seemed to understand you in ways you’d never thought possible. And they were right. Thoma was incredible. His small gestures of affection and thoughtful acts made every day feel special. You couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for having him in your life.

The room is enveloped in a serene, intimate quiet as you and Thoma bask in the afterglow of your shared moment. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light across the room.

"You love me, right?" you ask, your voice slightly breathless as you try to steady your breathing. Thoma chuckles softly, his gaze filled with adoration as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

"Of course I do, Y/N." His voice is tender and reassuring as he presses a gentle peck to your lips, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "My, was my performance not up to your standards? Have I not shown you enough today?"

You giggle at his playful teasing, running your fingers through his soft blond hair. Your eyes sparkle with affection. "No, you did so good," you whisper, your voice filled with genuine warmth. "So, so good to me."

Thoma's smile widens at your praise, and he nods with satisfaction. "Good. Because if it wasn't, I'd be more than willing to show you more of my love today." His voice is a soft murmur, and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle in response.

In this moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seems to fade away. You both relish the peace and intimacy that surrounds you, feeling as if you could stay like this forever.

"I love you, Thoma."

His eyes meet yours, and he smiles with a tenderness that touches your soul. "I love you more, Y/N."

As you snuggle closer, the warmth of his embrace and the depth of your connection feels like the perfect end to a beautiful day. The love you share fills the space around you, creating a haven of contentment and happiness that you both cherish deeply.

-

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

The past has a way of sneaking back into our lives when we least expect it.

You stare at your phone, watching the news cycle through the latest headlines, your heart heavy with a mix of nostalgia and confusion. Ayato's face is everywhere—his light blue hair and lilac eyes unchanged, but the world has shifted around him. The headlines scream his name, a reminder of a life you thought you'd left behind.

AYATO KAMISATO - INAZUMA'S TOP CEO?

The sight of him stirs up memories that seem to have been lying dormant, just waiting for this moment to resurface.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just trust me!” Ayato’s voice had been sharp, his anger palpable. “I’m doing everything I can to make this work.”

The sting of his words had been immediate and deep. “It’s not about trust, Ayato. It’s about you being so distant. You’re always buried in work, and when you are here, it feels like you’re not really here. You’re checked out!”

His hands had clenched into fists, the frustration in his eyes mirrored by his rigid posture. “I’m trying to build something for us. Everything I do is for our future, and you’re just attacking me for it!”

“You think I don’t see that?” Your voice had cracked, emotion flooding every word. “But I need you here now. I need you to be present, not just physically, but emotionally. It feels like you’re slipping away from me.”

The argument had reached its peak, the room thick with unresolved tension. Ayato’s frustration had turned to anger, his words cutting like a knife.

“Maybe you just don’t understand the pressures I’m under!” he’d snapped, his voice laden with an edge of desperation. “This isn’t just for our relationship. It’s for me, too. I want to make a name for myself, Y/N. Don’t be selfish now.”

The finality of his declaration had left you feeling hollow, the room suddenly cold and silent. The love you’d fought so hard to nurture seemed to be unraveling before your eyes, and the future you’d once envisioned together felt impossibly out of reach.

As tears began to escape your eyes, Ayato had softened, his anger giving way to regret. “I’m sorry. You’re not selfish. I was just… stressed. I didn’t mean it.” He had wrapped his arms around you, his touch gentle as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing away your tears. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckle bitterly as the memory fades, a lump forming in your throat. You press the sleep button on your phone and turn to look at Thoma, who is sleeping peacefully beside you. His steady breathing and the warmth of his presence offer a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within you.

You remember the sense of security and contentment you’ve built with Thoma. His love and support have created a stable, fulfilling relationship that seems like everything you could have hoped for. The life you’ve built together feels real and comforting, a safe space from the pain of your past.

And yet, despite that, the pull of those memories, the echo of Ayato’s words, and the intensity of your past connection still linger in the back of your mind. It’s as if a part of you is struggling to come into terms with the excitement of what once was with the peace of what is now.

You reach out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Thoma’s face, your heart aching with the weight of unresolved feelings. You know you should be content, that the life you’ve created with him is everything you could want.

But why do you feel so.. empty?

You slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Thoma. In the kitchen, you make yourself a cup of tea, the comforting aroma helping to calm your racing thoughts. As the steam rises from the mug, you wonder what you should do. The past is a tricky thing, always lingering at the edges of your present, but this feels different—like a force pulling at your heartstrings.

Sipping the warm tea, you pull out your phone and search for more about Ayato. The news articles are filled with accomplishments and achievements, but they only seem to highlight a version of him you don’t fully recognize anymore. The Ayato from the past was driven and ambitious, but he was also deeply flawed. The man on the screen seems like a stranger, someone who has moved far beyond the person you knew.

Your thoughts drift back to the day he left you, the hurtful words exchanged, and the finality of his decision. The pain you felt then was raw and intense, a sharp contrast to the calm and steady love you have now with Thoma. But the question lingers—why does Ayato’s return stir something up in you?

As you contemplate this, the phone buzzes with a message. It’s from a mutual friend who still keeps in touch with Ayato. The message is brief but to the point: “Ayato’s in town for a charity event tonight. It might be a good chance for closure if you’re interested.”

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding in your chest. The idea of seeing Ayato again is both terrifying and intriguing. A part of you feels the need to confront the past, to find some sort of resolution. But another part is afraid that reopening old wounds could ruin the happiness you’ve found with Thoma.

"Okay, I'll come." I reply.

-

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

"Where are you going, love?" Thoma asks, watching you make your way to the front of your door, his emerald eyes looking in curiosity.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you face Thoma. His presence is grounding, but you can’t deny the heaviness in your heart. The decision to go to Ayato’s charity event feels like stepping into unknown territory, but it’s something you need to do for yourself.

“I’ve got an event to attend tonight,” you say, your voice steady but lacking the usual warmth. “A mutual friend of ours mentioned it. A charity event." You explain, Thoma raises his eyebrow but nods anyway. "I see, in that case, please take care. Do you want me to come with you?" He asks, offering a helping hand.

"No, I'll be fine."

Thoma’s gaze softens, and he crosses the room to stand beside you, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “I understand, but I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what. Just promise me that if things get overwhelming, you’ll reach out to me.”

Your heart swells with gratitude for his unwavering support. “I promise. I’ll keep you updated.”

Thoma leans in and kisses your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. “Alright. Just be careful, and remember that I love you.”

"Love you too,” you reply, giving him a warm smile before slipping out the door.

The drive to the charity event is quiet, the city lights blurring past as you focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts are a whirlwind of memories and emotions, each one flooding your mind. You park your car and take a deep breath before stepping out, the cool evening air helping to clear your head.

The venue is a grand, upscale hotel, its opulence a stark contrast to the turmoil you feel inside. You walk inside, greeted by the hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The event is in full swing, and you scan the room for familiar faces.

Your gaze lands on Ayato, standing near the center of the room. He’s dressed impeccably in a tailored white suit, his demeanor confident and polished. He seems to be in his element, effortlessly engaging with the guests around him. For a moment, you hesitate, the weight of the past pressing heavily on your shoulders.

But then, as if sensing your presence, Ayato’s eyes meet yours from across the room. His expression shifts from surprise to a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He excuses himself from the group he is talking to and makes his way toward you.

You take a few hurried steps, trying to distance yourself from Ayato, your heart racing with anxiety. The chaotic mix of emotions inside you makes it hard to think clearly. As you push through the crowd, hoping to escape, you hear his voice behind you, filled with urgency.

“Y/N, wait—please,” Ayato calls out, his voice carrying a pleading tone.

Despite your instinct to flee, you find yourself stopping near the edge of the room. You turn around slowly, forcing yourself to face him. Ayato’s approach is slower now, his expression a blend of concern and regret.

When he reaches you, there’s a moment of silence, the bustling noise of the event creating a stark contrast to the tension between you. Ayato’s eyes search yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

Ayato’s gaze is intense, filled with a depth of emotion that seems to echo the storm you felt years ago. He takes a deep breath, as if gathering the strength to say something he’s been holding back.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination, “I know it’s been a long time, and I understand if you’re angry or confused. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I need to tell you something.”

He pauses, searching for the right words, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. The memories of your time together seem to weigh heavily on him.

“I miss you,” he says finally, his voice cracking slightly with the force of his emotions. “Archons, I miss everything we had—the good times, the way we used to laugh and talk about our future. I know that my work and my ambitions took me away from you, and I’m so sorry for that.”

Ayato steps closer, his gaze steady and earnest. “Everything I’ve been working for, all the success and the achievements… I thought it would make things better, that it would be enough to secure our future. But I was wrong. I was so focused on building something for us that I lost sight of what really mattered. I lost you.”

His eyes are filled with regret and longing. “I thought that by becoming successful, I could provide everything you needed. But in doing so, I neglected the most important part of our relationship—you. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you were gone.”

There’s a brief, painful silence as Ayato’s words hang in the air. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the remorse that has been simmering beneath the surface all these years.

“I’ve made mistakes,” he continues, his voice soft but resolute. “I know that now. But seeing you here, after all this time, has made me realize just how much I regret letting you go. I want you to know that every step I’ve taken since then has been with the hope that maybe one day, I could find a way to make things right.”

"Ayato-"

He takes another deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “I understand if you can’t forgive me or if you’ve moved on completely. But I needed you to know that I’ve missed you, and I’ve never stopped thinking about what we had. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

At that moment, despite the loud music enveloping the place, it only seems as if you and Ayato are the only ones in that place together.

“Ayato…” you start, your voice trembling with a mixture of emotions. You want to say so much, to express the whirlwind of feelings that have been stirred up, but the words catch in your throat.

Ayato reaches out tentatively, his hand brushing against yours. The contact sends a jolt through you, reigniting the connection you once shared. His touch is tentative, almost pleading as if he’s afraid that reaching for you will only drive you away.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whisper, the admission slipping out before you can fully process it. The ache in your heart that you’ve tried so hard to ignore now feels like a gaping wound, laid bare by Ayato’s presence.

His eyes widen slightly at your response, and he takes a cautious step closer. The intensity of his gaze seems to pull you in, and before you can fully grasp the gravity of the moment, Ayato leans in, closing the distance between you.

The kiss is gentle at first, as your lips meet, there’s a surge of old emotions—passion, longing, and familiarity that makes your head spin. It’s as if the years apart have melted away, leaving only the intensity of the feelings that once defined your relationship.

The kiss deepens, fueled by a mix of desperation and hope. Your hands find their way to Ayato’s face, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the moment.

However, as you both indulge in the kiss, you fail to notice the green-eyed blonde watching over you two from the door.

a/n: this is my first time publishing something I wrote c: hope you guys liked it!

[mskenway97]

Hello! I have a Transformers question and an idea 👍

First: the autobots symbol. What is the origin? I mean... This is the representation of the first prime or of Primus face? I never didn't understand.

Second: idea/request. What if OP, bayverse movie, partner (romantically or friendship whatever you want) is a blind human female? She's been tortured by decepticons 😨

Thanks 🙌🙌🙌

I find the first question very curious and you have. in fact the logo was created because of this:

the designer who came up with the Autobot emblem used a stylized representation of Prowl's toy head as a source of inspiration (Prowl is the Autobot military strategist). In the world of Marvel Comics, the distinctive red mask is often referred to as the "Autobrand".

According to official legend, the Autobot symbol was created in reference to the face of the Last Autobot, the guardian Primus prepared, before the day when he could no longer restrain his own army. By the way, we cannot fail to mention that the same sign was used as the symbol of the slave brand Quintesson.

And from the second question, I have created a small scenario more related to friendship and partenership:

Darkness, infinite was the only thing, the Decepticons had tortured her in a thousand ways to discover the location of NEST, y/n was a soldier of the first humans closest to the autobots. No y/n opened his mouth to snitch, he wasn't a snitch the wounds on his body were nothing serious until they decided to take his sight…. When the autobots rescued him it was too late, it was irreparable damage. Ratchet did everything he could for y/n….. It was so complicated to do day to day things, to be guided more by touch, sound, to learn differently than reading, writing…. Her day to day life literally changed… She heard a familiar sound, maybe she only saw darkness but that confusing sound was Optimus, since the rescue he kept coming to see her. She felt a little wind in front of her, the noise of the hydraulic presses around, the house of y/n was in a more distant area to be closer to the base in case of emergency and in this case to be able to take better care of her. -Optimus? - she asked as she grabbed a guide stick to carefully exit the house, stumbling at the exit to feel that something metallic had grabbed her.

-You should be more careful," Optimus lectured her a little. And/n chuckled a little as she tried to get a little positioned - You know I always feel like it when you get here. Optimus pulled her a little closer, face to face.

Optimus every time he looked at the dull eye color that y/n had, instead of y/c of eyes that sparkled every time she smiled, that she got angry, those looks of complicity they had in meetings, only to see that when she was rescued, those eyes had lost their essence…. It made him squeeze his other servo and change only his expression of frustration and anger. "If only it had taken less time, if only I had arrived before she was in so much pain…. It's my fault…" Optimus thought but those frantic thoughts were interrupted by smaller hands passing over his face.

-Again thinking about what happened? - said y/n

-I can't help it, you didn't deserve to end up like this, Optimus said in frustration, y/n stroked his faceplate.

-What's done is done… At least I'm alive, if it weren't for you. I would continue with the experiments. You saved my life

-But you paid a high price for that," said Optimus as he pulled her closer to his chassis. Y/n leaned in as she heard the pulse of his spark - It wasn't your fault…. Even if you can't see, you see only this eternal darkness…. Your mere presence brings me light among the shadows," said Y/n leaving Optimus surprised as he pulled her closer to him. They stayed like that for a while, until Optimus decided to help her with her holoform exercises. Maybe she lost her sight… but he swore by Primus that he would never ever leave her side. He would be her light and her guide for the rest of her life.

[silvergreenseraphim]

The First Soldier: Chapter Six

Japanese highlights + analysis

Hi guys! Okay, let’s look right into this chapter-

Opening with Team Glenn, we learn some small details. The Shinra dig will start soon, and Glenn marvels at how fast everything is moving. Matt credits Shinra power, Glenn credits their hard work as a team, and Lucia credits Sephiroth, who did most of the work. Glenn, being more humble now, admits that he cannot deny it, and remembers that he must tell Sephiroth about the payment.

However, he notes that Sephiroth does not seem interested in money. This is one of the first hints throughout this chapter that Team Glenn still do not fully understand what Sephiroth is to Shinra. It is a subtle but reoccurring pattern, particularly when the notion of “being fired” comes into play later on.

The English in this scene was good. No major changes.

The chief engineer calls the team over and reprimands them for being too relaxed, saying that they need to do their jobs and clear out the monsters near the living quarters. Glenn awkwardly agrees to get back to patrolling, but first he asks,

“Hey, have you seen our squad leader?”

The engineer responds,

“If you mean that kid, isn’t he still out looking through the bodies? It’s disgusting. Please make him stop.“

Glenn is surprised and says, “Sephiroth is rummaging through the corpses?”

Matt notes that Sephiroth does often disappear/go off on his own, and Lucia says to look for him on their patrol.

(Seeing how the other Shinra employees behave and speak helped me see why Sephiroth had no luck asking around about his mother. They are only there to do their jobs, and don’t understand the child SOLDIER at all. It is very much an indifferent workforce).

Next is the scene where we learn about the materia fragments that were shattered over time. This scene adds greater weight to the mako spring discussion in the Nibelheim flashback, where Sephiroth comments that the condensed formation must have taken ages. It takes a very long time for even small bits to form, and even then they can shatter.

There is the silly bit of banter between the team about using diversion pebbles/materia fragments, but I must note again that Glenn seems calmer and less cocky even in his jesting.

Then Lucia becomes visibly concerned and says,

“Looking through corpses…I wonder if he’s really doing that…”

Glenn responds,

“The chief engineer is just joking around right? There’s no way he (Sephiroth) would do something like that.”

Matt agrees that there would be no need for it, and the team moves forward.

(It is very wholesome to see them believe only the best of Sephiroth despite what others think, and they are more perceptive and accurate about him anyway. This story constantly leads the audience to worry that Sephiroth always held darker traits before immediately disproving these concerns or at least showing that his reasons were always understandable. Team Glenn speaks for the more optimistic viewers at this point).

Of course little Sephiroth is caught undeniably searching a body, and Glenn questions him in surprise. Sephiroth is confused at first, but then acknowledges that it does look wrong. Lucia asks him if he is looking for something. Sephiroth says,

“I lost the pendant with my mother's photo in it.. . . . . .I was looking for it. I was checking to see if someone might have picked it up and had it on them…”

(So, a small translation nuance; it is clear in Japanese that Sephiroth dropped it and believed that someone could have picked it up. He is not just looking under bodies, he is going through their pockets and all to see if anyone has it with them.)

Sephiroth chuckles and admits,

“Haha, I suppose I am a corpse-scavenger…“

(This is another case of Sephiroth’s childlike innocence mingling with his very dark reality. He lost his most precious possession like a normal child would, but now has to search for it among the dead that he himself laid to waste).

When the others understand, Glenn says,

“Alright, let’s look for it while we kill monsters.”

And Sephiroth replies,

“Thank you very much…that helps…“

The team moves on to kill monsters and search.

Glenn notes the lesser number of bodies and Sephiroth points out that it was because of the monsters. Glenn shudders to think of dying in the area, but Sephiroth takes the opportunity to beseech them to not let their guard down. He says,

“You all seem to be feeling a little relaxed. You can never be too careful. You must protect yourself. If you don't apply this basic rule...”

Right then a monster swoops in and Sephiroth kills it, stunning the others. He concludes with, “…then even I can’t protect you.”

Glenn asks, “So, you’re protecting us?”

Sephiroth walks up to him and responds,

“It’s because you’re my team.”

They are interrupted by more monsters, but when the fighting ends, Matt repeats what Sephiroth said.

“I’ll protect you because you’re my team…”

Matt glares at Glenn and says,

“I’d like to hear that from a team-leader I know who previously threatened to hit one of his own squad members…”

Lucia chimes in with the comment about that same team-leader making them be near his gross socks.

(They are both referencing the first chapter of the game, where Glenn’s outburst on the helicopter made it appear as though he were going to punch Matt, and when Glenn made a joke about his socks being so bad that they would pull Lucia out of shell-shock).

Sephiroth looks up at Glenn while shaking his head and laughs, saying,

“Ha…that’s the worst.”

Glenn remarks,

“But it’s “memorable,” isn’t it?”

Sephiroth thinks for a moment and says,

“Yes, I see. So, that team-leader fears being forgotten…”

This observation strikes Matt and even Glenn. They appear to rethink Glenn’s leadership style. Glenn does not protest the observation, but he ponders it.

(I found it sweet that Sephiroth did not judge Glenn, but pointed out what is likely a true insecurity of Glenn’s, but in a very mild and childlike way. Part of me even wonders if Sephiroth understood the fear because he too had struggled with it. After all, adult Sephiroth refused to be a memory even post-insanity.)

(Also, it is hard to fully explain, but reading this text in Japanese—it becomes easier to see how it is not just Glenn that influences Sephiroth, but also the other way around. It’s strange but…it feels as though Glenn has become…softer? Even when alone with his team, he is not disrespecting them so much or being so brash. It was his meeting with Rosen that helped him to develop sympathy for the “enemy” and it was Sephiroth that helped Glenn become kinder to his team. Even the way he speaks seems gentler. 

In the last chapter, Glenn was so harsh towards Seph at the beginning, but learned remorse and how to apologize when Sephiroth’s vulnerability was showcased. In this chapter, Sephiroth is the one to understand that Glenn might have been such a brash leader because he feared being forgotten, which was a very perceptive and empathetic observation, causing even Matt to reconsider. It was a very heart-warming scene). 

(The next sequence is devastating and I believe it caused some minor controversy with fans because of how Glenn speaks, but I can affirm that the tone in Japanese seems to aim for sympathetic character development. As I mentioned before, Glenn is different to the character we first met, and his arc is becoming more clear as we move forward.)

As the squad looks through the bodies, Glenn notices that there were not many Rhadoran remnants left, and Matt suspects it was because of their living conditions and the endless battle with monsters. Glenn remarks that it must have been a hard lifestyle. He then says,

“...I don't really understand why Rhadore hated the Mako reactors…I mean, there's no such thing as convenient (as the reactors), right?”

They are swiftly interrupted again by monsters, causing Sephiroth to say that they seem more interested than usual.

“The monsters seem more interested than usual.”

“They’re excited about live bait!” Glenn says.

“If you want to be bait, I won't stop you, but as a SOLDIER, please fight first.” Sephiroth urges.

When they clear out the area again, Matt considers the similarities between the Rhadoran believes and “Planetology” or the “study of the star.”

“When a person dies, their life returns to the planet with their consciousness and heart and intersects with the energy of life circulating around the planet. The idea is that a new life will eventually be born from it. The life around this planet is what they call “qi” (mana). The “qi” going around the planet enriches people and nature and the planet itself. It would be unthinkable for Rhadore to consume such an irreplaceable energy.”

Glenn is still confused, and then Sephiroth interjects with,

“Dr. Hojo talked to me about this…

“No matter how rationally and logically we explain things, there are people we will not be able to share understanding with. That is because they see the world differently.””

Glenn argues that such things won’t matter if someone dies, and that it would just be better to accept an easy life instead of fighting so hard against it. He points out that Rosen is the only one left, and says that if the Rhadoran beliefs are true, what will become of the last Rhadoran boy when he dies? When he is gone, no one will be left, and people will forget Rhadore.

Sephiroth sadly shakes his head and turns away, saying that,

“The planet remembers…I am certain that is what the people of Rhadore believe…”

Glenn receives his epiphany, and understands that the Rhadorans resisted the consumption of mana/mako because it would erase all memories of life. He is suddenly overcome with sadness and turns to kneel and honor the fallen soldiers. The others do the same.

(This scene was, in my opinion, intended to deliver a strong message, but was maybe limited by the story-telling style. Some people were shocked by Glenn’s questioning why the Rhadorans all died for their beliefs when he is with the very company that wiped them out. But I think it does help to remember that this war between Shinra and Wutai was something that soldiers like Glenn and his team only had seen one side of until this point. They were a survey team working for money after all, not the ones directly sent to kill the Rhadorans until Sephiroth arrived, who did most of the work anyway, and even shocked the others with his conditioned ruthlessness in the previous chapter.

Shinra is a propaganda monster, and undoubtedly played off the war as something the Wutaians started and were responsible for, as well as the Rhadorans. It does sound like Glenn is genuinely confused here, especially as someone who was probably used to Shinra being the default government for everything.

“Why would these people willingly die and fight Shinra for trying to make their lives easier?”

But that is the simple darkness of imperialism. Shinra was going to erase something very important to the Rhadorans for the sake of “convenience.”

Glenn only sees this after Sephiroth himself acknowledges the Rhadoran faith. This is where a change of heart occurs. The Rhadorans were fighting for a genuine reason. Of course they were.

I actually felt this was a very meaningful sequence after translating it. Very good attempt at addressing imperialist destruction.)

Afterwards, they keep up the search and Matt asks if Sephiroth is sure he dropped the necklace in the building they are in. He says he had it before the ruins, so he is sure it must have been in the building. Lucia explains that it might be difficult to find if they haven’t already. Sephiroth tiredly shakes his head and says,

“It’s okay. Thanks to everyone for looking together, I think I’m about ready to give it up.”

He is saying that since everyone looked at the same time, he is ready to accept that he has to let the photo go. If they can’t find it together, then it is truly lost. The others become downcast on his behalf, and then Glenn moves over to one of the dead soldiers. He suggests they bury them as a way to say sorry, though he is not sure if that is their custom. Either way, Sephiroth immediately says that he will help, and Glenn is grateful.

The next scene was clearly translated into English. As they bury the bodies, the dig begins and Sephiroth explains that they will need to evacuate to the sky in thirty minutes, thanks to a possible mako eruption or “torrent of qi” caused by Shinra’s explosives. Glenn remembers Rosen’s words, and Sephiroth says they need to hurry.

The following sequence is endearing as Sephiroth makes shortcuts for the team. He reveals a unique power that allows him to create great bursts of energy from simple materia fragments. The others are stunned. Glenn, in particular, cannot believe it even after Sephiroth explains. He says,

“No, it’s impossible! Sephiroth, you’re amazing!!”

In the next scene, Glenn is initially ready to chop down a tree to form a bridge across a river, but Sephiroth steps in and says his way will be quicker. Where before, Glenn would have been eager to lead the way, he kindly steps aside and lets Sephiroth take over. Glenn is once again verbally supportive, and says,

“Ha! As expected.”

Sephiroth says,

“As expected of a modified human (cyborg), right?”

Glenn says wasn’t going to say that, nor was he thinking it. Sephiroth says,

“Really?….I’m a little disappointed…”

Glenn is confused and Sephiroth shakes his head,

“I don’t really understand it myself…”

Bringing his head low and his hand to his heart again, he guesses,

“It’s just…nothing you guys say makes me feel bad, so I want you to be able to say anything…”

(The English got the point across as well, but Seph is sincerely saying that he trusts them because they don’t say things that hurt him, so he doesn’t want them to feel as if they need to hold back their thoughts. He is pointing out that he has grown to feel safe with them because they are not malicious with their words. It feels like he discovers the idea of trust in relationships right here).

Glenn perks up and says,

“Alright then, I’ll tell you what I think!! I’m counting on you, squad-leader! Now, let’s go!”

Sephiroth enthusiastically responds with “Yes!” and they move on.

The waterfall scene is largely the same. Glenn fully goes to Sephiroth to lead this time and hands him the materia fragment. He asks if Sephiroth can use it like before, and in Japanese, Sephiroth endearingly says he doesn’t want to “make things go boom” but that he has an idea. He freezes the waterfall and Glenn voices his praise again.

When they finally draw close, Glenn stops to think of Rosen, but Sephiroth urges him to hurry. When they get to the overlook, it becomes clear that Glenn and the others are struggling with remorse over the Rhadorans and Rosen being in danger. They exchange glances and Glenn almost says something to Sephiroth, but stops himself.

Sephiroth himself is far more concerned about them, his team, and their safety. The divide is obvious, and a choice will have to be made.

They arrive as the last ones to the Shinra helicopter and the engineer is ready for them to evacuate, but Glenn begs the man to delay the dig so that he can go and warn Rosen, thus setting his plans in motion without forewarning Sephiroth. The engineer refuses despite Glenn’s pleas and brings up the amount of money Shinra has put into the program. Glenn shouts,

“This isn’t about the money!”

And punches the engineer, much to Matt and Lucia’s exasperation.

The engineer says,

“I'll report you to headquarters! I can even have you fired.”

Glenn does not care. It is the first time we have seen him willingly dismiss money and fight for something else. He tells the engineer to get on the other helicopter, and Matt tells Lucia to make her decision. She apologizes to Sephiroth and hi-jacks the copter. Sephiroth simply turns his back quietly.

The final Stamp battle occurs afterwards as an interruption, and the team finishes the job, with more remorse from Glenn about messing with Stamp’s island. Then the engineer flies overhead and drops down the ladder, offering one more chance. Lucia says,

“Will Sephiroth also be disposed of?”

Matt reminds her,

“It’s okay, we’re the only ones at fault. There are witness too.”

With this, the team says goodbye to their leader, and Glenn tells him,

”Sephiroth, take care! Don’t overdo it/push yourself too much!”

They run off, leaving Sephiroth to evacuate, but he hesitates. The engineer shouts,

“Hurry up and get on, hero!”

But our hero can’t leave his friends just yet!

He runs up to them and Glenn is surprised. He says,

“You came…….are you sure? If you get on this helicopter, you could get fired, right?”

And the chapter ends with Sephiroth’s simple reply,

“I’m special.”

Glenn just laughs.

—

This appears to be a direct reference to Sephiroth’s future statement about always knowing he was special or different since he was a child.

The word is the same.

“Exceptional, unique, beyond ordinary…”

But this line from Sephiroth is actually more upsetting to me than funny or cocky, because yes, there is indeed a chance he is merely being proud about being able to get away with his current actions due to his status as Shinra’s hero, but…

There is also the chance he knows he cannot be fired or disposed of because Shinra would never let him leave. They have control over him. He is different or special in that sense too. He is a prized possession, unlike the others.

I have yet to see, but I wonder if Sephiroth knows that he is risking severe punishment for his actions by helping his team and will not be met with a simple lay-off, but since this is his last chance to help and be with his team, he is ready to pay the price. If they are fired, he may not see them again. Now is his chance.

His hesitation at the helicopter is sincere. He clasps at his heart and everything. I don’t believe he is being light-hearted when he tells Glenn he is different. In the English, it came off more prideful, as though Seph were daring Shinra to come after him. In Japanese, I get the feeling he is making a sacrifice. 

Sephiroth also believes it is his job to protect his team. If Shinra tries to harm them, he will have to face that. I fear that for now, Sephiroth has not learned that Shinra will not just punish him, but they can also kill people he considers friends.

I also think this chapter was full of foreshadowing.

Even the scenes with Glenn praising Sephiroth and making an effort to do it honestly and constantly felt as though it were meant to be a contrast for what could be shown later if the Shinra higher-ups appear and catch Sephiroth in the act of treason.

I am very proud of him, but I am very concerned for him now.

(I have more thoughts on Sephiroth’s relationship with Team Glenn after this chapter, but I will save it for another post! Hope you guys enjoy this one in the mean time!)

[edosianorchids901]

Not Yet Written

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "how it begins"

Watson wasn’t in the habit of complaining. Oh, he grumbled on occasion about his aches or about Holmes neglecting to pause an investigation long enough that they might have lunch. On rarer occasions, he bemoaned the weather.

But he’d always thought of himself as stalwart enough, and used to hardship after his time in the army and as a doctor. Years of living with Holmes had further inured him to annoyances. He loved Holmes dearly, but indoor pistol practice, endless towers of paper, and setting the rooms on fire could try any man’s patience.

Still, Watson rarely complained even about his companion’s more eccentric moments. And he certainly tried his best not to grumble about his aches, for he had always found it better to ignore them.

Today, however, he very much felt like complaining. Just not about anything particularly serious.

Not serious, perhaps, but incredibly frustrating. He still supplemented his income as a doctor by selling those stories of his friend’s marvelous accomplishments. Most of the time, writing those stories was wonderfully satisfying, one of the things Watson most enjoyed.

Except on occasions when he got somewhat stuck, as he was today. And his attempt to think of a good opening line was not at all helped by whatever Holmes was attempting to do.

Sighing, Watson put down his pen and turned around. Holmes sat on the settee, violin resting on his shoulder, playing notes in isolation rather than anything resembling music. He was surely trying to work something out, but whether for his composition or a case, Watson could not be certain.

“Damn,” Holmes finally muttered, lowering his violin to his lap. He swung his bow into a different position, tapping the wood against his forehead. “I cannot work it out, Watson.”

Watson leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Cannot work what out, old man?”

“How it begins!” Holmes rapped the bow against his forehead again, then let out a snarl and glared at his violin. “I have a later little fragment of a new song in my head, but I fear I’ve had less luck with the beginning.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of it eventually. You always do.”

“Yes, well.” Sighing, Holmes set his bow aside too. He braced a hand on the arm of the settee and shifted position, hopping up to sit crosslegged. Casting a curious look at Watson, he rubbed his hands together. “And you, Watson? How goes your writing?”

“I cannot work it out either.”

“Cannot work out which part?”

Watson gave the blank page a rueful glance. “How it begins.”

Holmes let out a short laugh. He touched a finger to his lips, gazing into the distance with an abstracted expression. Then he sprang up and gestured as if directing a horse to move forward. “Come, Watson. I think it is for the best that we both take a little break. Would you perhaps care for a brief nap?”

“A nap?” Watson asked, startled. Holmes tended to regard sleep as a waste of time that could be better spent on his interests.

“Yes, I fear my lethargy is setting in. Until I have some idea of how to begin my composition, well…” Holmes gave a quick twitch of a smile. “Would you care to join me in bed?”

“I should love to.” Touched, Watson rose at once. Holmes had a complete horror of most activities that took place in beds and only rarely liked to be in physical contact at all. But every once in a while, he welcomed a bit of cuddling.

Watson joined him in his bedroom, and Holmes indicated that he should lie down first, against the wall. That was ordinarily how they did things. Holmes hated to feel trapped, and needed to be free to move away. Watson would have happily spent every moment snuggling, and so had no need to be able to rise quickly.

Once Watson was in bed, Holmes settled in beside him. They never got too entangled, not with how sensitive Holmes could be to contact, but curled up loosely beside each other with hands joined. Holmes touched his brow to Watson’s, and they lapsed into silence.

Often while snuggling, they launched into conversation. Right now, the quiet was more comfortable. Watson turned over the nonexistent story beginning in his head, and suspected that Holmes was doing the same with his composition.

The recent case itself—a kidnapping that had turned out to be staged—had been complicated enough that Watson wished to set it up properly. Had there been some interesting conversation prior to it?

Of course. Every conversation with Holmes was interesting. The trouble was selecting one out of the endless sea of possibilities, deciding which would work best with the story, and which would give him the best opening line.

Snuggling closer, Watson smiled. Holmes would undoubtedly chastise him for such considerations, and wish him to write up the case as a lecture on deduction. But even lectures on deduction needed a good first line, and right now the idea of taking that nap was more appealing.

Watson had only just started to doze when Holmes stiffened. “Ha! Watson, I have it!”

At once, Holmes pulled free of the loose embrace and vaulted out of bed. He hurtled out to the sitting room. After a series of quick twangs in ever so slightly varying pitches—tuning his violin—Holmes began to play. Slowly at first, testing things out, and then faster as the song came together.

Watson chuckled to himself. His own ideas coalesced, an opening line popping into his head, and he rose too. It seemed that their nap would have to wait for later.

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Guardians of the Galaxy

Before creation - six singularities exist.

The Big Bang - the remnants of the six singularities are forged into the Infinity Stones.

~1014-2014 - war between the Kree and the Nova Empire.

Hundreds of years before 2014 - the Tivan Group sends workers to extract organic matter from the skull of a dead celestial being (a place known as Knowhere).

Few months before Meredith Quill's death - she is diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

2:30 am, ~April, 1988 - the death of Meredith Quill. Her son Peter is abducted by The Ravagers.

Note: based on visual cues, it's either April/May or September. What if? S2 E2 takes place 6 months after the abduction, but still in 1988. It can't be later than September/October, so the match would be April.

1988-2014 - Yondu Udonta raises Peter Quill. Peter becomes the Ravager "known" as Star-Lord.

The main events take place in 2014.

The Official Timeline says it's summer, but I can't post that here because I can't confirm or deny that claim with the movie itself, and any statements from Marvel Studios tend to change.

Since we are not on Earth in this film, there will be no dates or time coordinates. The exact number of days that have passed cannot be determined either, since we are talking about interstellar flights, various celestial bodies and extraterrestrial technologies. Seasons, coordinate systems and the length of the earthly day do not apply here.

Shortly before Day 1:

The Kree Empire and the Nova Empire sign a peace treaty.

Thanos lends Gamora and Nebula to Ronan the Accuser to help him find the Power Stone.

Day 1:

Peter Quill steals the Orb containing the Power Stone from the planet Morag. He is attacked by Ronan's men led by Korath, but manages to escape.

Riots across the Kree Empire protesting the recent peace treaty signed by the Kree Emperor and Xandar's Nova Prime.

Peter dismisses Yondu's demand to give him the Orb, and Yondu puts a bounty on Peter with the condition that he be brought alive.

Ronan awakens on his ship, the Dark Aster, and kills a Nova Corps officer.

Korath returns to the Dark Astra and tells Ronan about the stolen Orb. Ronan sends Gamora to retrieve the artifact.

~Day 2:

On Xandar, Peter fails to sell the Orb to the Broker. He is attacked by Gamora, Rocket, and Groot. They are all eventually arrested by the Nova Corps.

Ronan destroys Xandarian outposts across the galaxy.

The Kree Empire refuses to respond to Ronan's crimes.

Nova Corps officers process Gamora, Quill, Rocket, and Groot and send them to the Kyln prison to await sentencing.

~Day 3:

The four arrive at the Kyln.

Night - prisoners attempt to kill Gamora. Drax the Destroyer intervenes, wanting to do it himself. Gamora is saved by Peter, who offers Drax the chance to kill Ronan instead.

Peter, Gamora, Rocket (and Groot) agree on a plan to escape and sell the Orb to the Collector.

~Day 4:

Other tells Ronan about Gamora's real plan and that Thanos demands his presence at his Sanctuary.

Ronan comes to the Sanctuary and kills Other. Thanos threatens to kill Ronan unless he brings him the Orb. Ronan and Nebula head to the Kyln.

The future Guardians of the Galaxy escape from prison.

They head to the Collector's base on Knowhere.

Ronan and Co arrive at the Kyln just after GotG has escaped the prison. Ronan orders the Necrocraft to be sent after the escapees and kill the guards and prisoners.

Yondu visits the Broker to get information about the Orb's buyer.

The collector orders his slave Carina to clean the display cases containing his "exhibits".

~Day 5:

GotG arrive on Knowhere.

The Collector makes them wait. Peter almost kisses Gamora, Drax and Rocket (and Groot) almost kill each other. Drax leaves drunk and challenges Ronan to a fight.

Tivan finally invites Gamora and Co. He tells them about the Infinity Stones and is about to complete the deal, but Carina touches the Power Stone and it explodes, destroying the place and killing her. Tivan, some of his "exhibits", and GotG survive.

GotG takes the Orb back and finds themselves surrounded by Ronan and Yondu.

Battle of Knowhere.

Ronan's men take the Orb. Quill saves Gamora's life, Groot saves Drax. Quill and Gamora are taken by Yondu.

Ronan learns that the Orb contains the Power Stone and calls Thanos to tell him that he no longer needs his help. Ronan grabs the Stone and places it in his hammer. He then threatens to kill Thanos when he is done with Xandar. Nebula joins him in hopes of revenge.

Peter makes a deal with Yondu to help save Xandar in exchange for the Stone. GotG reunites on the Ravagers' ship.

Peter convinces the others to try to stop Ronan. They come up with a plan.

~Day 6:

Gamora and Quill explain the plan to the Ravagers. Everyone prepares for battle. Quill sends a message to Nova Corps officer Rhomann Dey.

GotG+Ravagers and Ronan approach Xandar.

Rhomann Dey informs Nova Prime of Quill's message.

The Battle of Xandar.

The death of Garthan Saal, a Nova's Denarian, and most of the Nova Corps pilots who participated in the battle.

Drax kills Korath.

Groot sacrifices himself to save his teammates.

Nebula escapes.

The Dark Aster and Milano are destroyed.

GotG annihilate Ronan with the Power Stone.

Peter gives Yondu the orb without the Stone, and the Ravagers fly away.

Rocket picks up a twig left from Groot.

GotG hand the Stone over to the Nova Corps.

For a sufficiently long number of days after:

Nova Corps expunges Guardians' criminal records.

Rhomann Dey is promoted to Denarian.

Nova Prime informs Peter that his father is not from Earth.

Nova gives the team a restored Milano.

Peter finally unwraps his mother's gift with the Awesome Mix vol.2.

From Groot Sr.'s twig grows Groot Jr.

The Guardians leave Xandar.

MCU Phase One Timelines Iron Man 3 Timeline Thor: The Dark World Timeline CA:TWS Timeline

[bleeding-star-heart]

The more I think about DA:2 's ending and read people's thoughts on it here, the more it changes. I've come to the conclusion that while the Watsonian explanation for what Anders does is okay, I cannot say the same of the Doylist explanation. For those who don't understand what that means, a couple definitions. Watsonian: the in-story justification for why something happens or is. Ex. Luke's aunt and uncle are murdered in A New Hope because the Empire was looking for Luke. Doylist: The author's purpose for having something happen or be in a story. Ex. Luke's aunt and uncle die to move the plot forward and help make sure he leaves Tattoine. In other words: the in-universe reason for the Chantry being blown up is clear, but the writers' reasons aren't. Therefore, we are not discussing Anders's motivation. There's plenty of meta for that if you're curious. Instead, we are discussing the writers' motivation for writing it the way they did. One could simply say, 'they needed a conflict for the finale', and have done with it. But that only explains the most bare-bone plot-related reasons. It says nothing about how that plot point relates to the overall message, or how the writers intended Anders to be viewed by the audience. Specifically, I doubt that the writers meant us to view Anders positively. If that was their intention, they would not have written Anders murdering Elthina in a way that involved massive collateral damage and the death of innocents. Those things don't tend to generate goodwill. It's possible they wanted Anders to be viewed as a villain, but in that case, why doesn't DA2 end with an Anders boss fight? No, I suspect that the writers' intention were in the same situation as Marvel movies with politically progressive villains. Namely, the ones the audience ends up agreeing with to the point they're in danger of losing their status as villains. Only, instead of it being a single character, the writers had this problem with the concept of mage rights as a whole. Namely, modern people are generally against depriving people of their freedoms/rights. They're especially against doing so because of something the person can't control or doing it to a whole group because only some members of that group are bad. Therefore, most players will probably agree with Anders that the Circles are indeed bad. Especially players from real-life marginalized groups. It's the same deal as X-Men, except that X-Men understands and ANTICIPATES that the audience is on the side of the X-Men. DA:2, on the other hand...not so much. So, I suspect Anders blowing up the Chantry was the writers doing what Marvel writers often do: make the left-wing villain inexplicably do something nasty in order to have them retain their villain status. Or, in this case, have the most prominent activist do something bad so that the mage rights cause looks equal to the Templar point of view. And, like in the case of Marvel, it doesn't really work. Anders blowing up the Chantry doesn't make the Templars look right. As a matter of fact, the in-universe explanation explicitly relies upon the fact that it doesn't! And that is why I cannot say the writers' reason to write Anders do what he does makes sense. Mainly because I don't believe the writers had a reason. In other words, I believe Anders was done dirty by the finale.

[dcdreamblog]

Speaking of Infinity Inc, didn't half of those guys go evil or something (Northwind, Silver Scarab, Atom Smasher, Brainwave Jr., the aforementioned Obsidian, etc)? What was up with that team?

What a very rude way to phrase that when you're talking about people's trauma. I'm going to assume well meaning ignorance and answer this as professionally as possible.

First of all, as much as you might think otherwise from how I casually communicate. My profession doesn't like to throw around the term "evil" lightly. It's too easy. When we study supervillains or other extranormal criminals to simply label them "evil" is to at once dismiss their humanity and also let them off the hook for their actual motivations. Supervillains aren't evil. They're greedy, or bigoted, or arrogant. These are human beings. They make choices. Often not good ones but to ignore the root of the problem is to allow it to keep sprouting under our feet. The four people you cite. That is Norda Cantrell, Hector Hall, Albert Rothstein and Henry King Jr respectively, not counting Obsidian. 2 of them made choices that the majority (including me to be clear) disagree with and the other two were swept up in circumstances outside their control. The controversy surrounding 3 of these men has to do with, of course, the Kahndaqian Revolution and following Black Marvel Crisis.

(A photograph taken from the body camera of a deceased Bialyan mercenary. Showing Cantrell, King and Rothstein on the right side alongside Black Adam, Eclipso and Nemesis)

I'm sure most people are familiar with the broad outline. The superhuman Black Adam engineers a violent revolution against Kahndaq's military dictator Asim Muhunnad with the unwitting help of the Justice Society. Installing himself as Kahndaq's unquestioned and beloved ruler, Adam assembles these so called "Champions of Kahndaq"

Rothstein and Cantrell are there by their own free will. Having become disillusioned with the moral limits placed upon superheroes in the general community, namely the limit on killing their opponents. Cantrell because of a violent attempted genocide on his people, the Feitherians and Rothstein because of trauma related to the death of his mother causing him to murder the villain Extant to return her to life. After the confrontation between the JSA and Black Adam, Rothstein was medically dead for a short period. Brought back to life by Adam's lightning and returned to America for treatment, Rothstein had begun to question Adam's motives and especially his dictatorial attitude. Pleading guilty to his international crimes he received a pardon after rejoining the JSA in their clash against Adam regarding his attempted genocide in Bialya. As of this moment he remains a member of the modern JSA in good standing having paid his debt to society and having proven his valor in standing up against his former ally at risk of his own life. I cannot force you to forgive him but to call him evil is to undersell the complexity of his motives and actions. Cantrell, as of this time is still loyal to Adam mostly due to Adam's support for turning part of Kahndaq into an autonomous homeland for the Feitherian people. I have complicated sympathies for that situation but would also not call it evil. King's membership here became much more complex than it appeared. King struggled for years due to guilt associated with his father, the original Brainwave and their shared powerset and mental illness. Like Obsidian, King was affected by the collapse of Infinity Inc and his support system. Exacerbated, it turns out, by a his brain being infected by the alien parasite Mr Mind, feeding on King's telepathic abilities and exacerbating his violent urges. When Mr. Mind was removed from his brain, King was placed under the care of his mother and has been retired ever since. Again, not evil, not even truly making choices in his own right mind in this case. Simply a vulnerable young man being taken advantage of by a nonhuman creature. And the Silver Scarab, AKA Hector Hall is a bit of an old example to bring up. Because all of that mystic hullabaloo that caused him to attack his teammates also wound up killing the man seemingly for several years until he was resurrected in possession of his faculties and is now the person active under the identity of Doctor Fate and he has been for an extended period by now. The superhero life is traumatic. I can only imagine the kind of stresses it places a person under, especially teenagers who are laboring under the expectations of legacies that overshadow everything about their lives. To simply say they "went evil" like it was a switch on the back of their head is to undercut the actual stories that these people went through and the lessons that we might learn from them. Or simply the acceptance that our fellow humanity, even super-humanity, is fragile and vulnerable even when we have the best of intentions for ourselves and those we care for.

[csolarstorm]

Marvel should definitely give Jac Schaeffer more projects. I didn't know she helped write Captain Marvel and Black Widow. In retrospect it makes a lot of sense; both of these movies are personal journeys where the protagonist processes the trauma of heir past.

Still, in my opinion neither movie reaches the level of Wandavision or Agatha All Along. I don't know whether that's due to Marvel not trusting Schaeffer enough to write them by herself (sounds about right, especially as the first female solo movies, Marvel would get weird about it) or maybe it turns out Schaeffer is better at writing TV shows with mysteries that gradually unravel.

It also could be that Schaeffer and/or Marvel figured out how to balance her trauma narratives within a more lighthearted fantasy setting where she can couch it in more digestible metaphor. Black Widow was about human trafficking - no amount of funny Russian fake dad jokes could make that go down easier. Although now that I say it, that movie did involve an artificial TV family like Wandavision - I guess this is a hallmark of Schaeffer's writing?

Captain Marvel on the other hand had maybe too many allegories. Yeah it was about breaking away from patriarchal gaslighting, but then there was PTSD from war, or maybe even recovery from brain damage? It's a bit hard to tell at times, there's just a lot. I suppose there's a contrast between the artificial Supreme Intelligence and the very real female captain Mar-Vell that might serve as the recurring "TV versus real life" motif in Schaeffer's other projects. Captain Marvel was made as a 90's alien invasion movie after all.

Meanwhile something both Wandavision and Agatha All Along share is that they use tropes from TV and other media to express trauma in a fun, and unsettling, discordant way. Wandavision will be having a genuinely great time indulging in 60's sitcom when, oh no, it's actually escapism, and Wanda cannot escape the fact that Vision is dead. Horror ensues. Agatha will be in a crime drama where she's solving a case, only it turns out that the case is a metaphor for her barely lucid attempt to piece together the fragments of her memory after the cruel and unusual punishment Wanda inflicted on her. Horror returns. And the crime drama atmosphere will both fit the vibe of her tragedy and at the same time be a genuinely fun crime drama parody. Escapism is both fun and heartbreaking.

So I hope Jac Schaeffer does more of this kind of show, because she's nailing it. And give her another chance at more movies and this time trust her. It's a shame Schaeffer couldn't fit Vision In A White Void Vision Quest into her schedule.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

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Name: Natasha (Nana) Burrie Afiona, Natasha, Nana. Whatever you please

Taken by: @charlotte-rogers-barnes ♡

Gender: Female, she/her, LeZbean //not really but my OC is//

Age: 18 BABY

Languages: English, Bengali, Urdu, Hindi, Romanian, Russian, Marathi, Korean (But I get progressively worse as the list goes down)

Likes: Crocheting, knitting, weaving, cooking. Scrolling on tumblr

Dislikes: Eating, studying

Height: 5 foot 2 baby

"Adoptive" Family: @white-wolf-actually @iwasmadetobeasoldier @the-golden-poster-boy

"Adaptive" family (Friends): @official-buckybarnes @fluffycows4life @we-love-redwing @ivanova-web-droid @serenastark-official @rider-axel-s-at-everything @under0-0s

Unofficially adopted daughter: @missbeebeeboo @hydra-s-doll

Powers: Phasing through objects, teleporting throughout the multiverse, Invisibility, teleportation.

Weaknesses: Cannot warp if she is standing on ground. If she wants to warp through places with someone they have to jump and be off ground or they'll be left behind and only she'll warp. If her concentration breaks while phasing through objects she will immediately die from being impaled.

//Will use //x// or [[x]] when speaking Ooc//

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Backstory:

"I was originally born to be a test subject. Just another lab rat for C70. Hydra's alternative in my universe. They tested on me for nine years, since I turned 2 and tried getting me to work on this "project see-through". It was a test to get their troops into other universes, obviously for "World domination". They thought I was a failure again but I actually succeded. They threw me out... no litterally, like in a body bag expecting me to die of suffocation but since I wasn't a failed test I could warp out of there!"

Current situation:

" I got adopted by two people. Since I am old enough to actually live on my own I do. I live with Rider sometimes at his. He's like... 19 idk... idr. And we are the bestest of friends, he's dating this certain someone who I can not take the name of cuz he'll kill me... but yeah everything else is good. We live in New York pretty simple house. Not really many distractions but he also has a house in Romania so I go there like... a lot."

Sudden disappearance:

"I was gone on a mission for (shhh don't tell anyone) RusselViper. Somewhat like S.H.I.E.L.D but a bit more... let's say righteous? S.H.I.E.L.D has a history of hiding things don't they? Anyway. I work there and have been working there for like the past... three years? They sent me on a mission for five months and your girl slayed it. Now I'm back in business"

RusselViper:

"Normally it would be recognised as a snake... a random snake right? But to me it's like a home of some sort. They take in Minors and work with them. No one above the age of 19 is allowed to join, you may only join if you are 13 and older but below 18. They do this because most organisations don't really take in kids... do they? Anyway so less of an opportunity to have breach ins or black sheep's inside the facility. They have multiple headquarters and most of them aren't even in a hidden position. Out in the wild training the future."

Why?:

"One of the trainees in there reached out to me after hearing I have powers, they thought I could help them in the more serious missions. Turns out I could. Well not every single one but being able to do one-man or in my case one-woman extracts? It was a blessing."

My card:

Face claim: Jessie Mae Alonzo