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cozy-writes-things · 5 months ago

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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.

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jinwoowoo · 1 year ago

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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.

#kpop smut #aespa winter #gg smut

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lulu-tutu · 2 years ago

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Do you take platonic requests?

If so, could I request head-cannons, or anything you like really, of Splinter (can be 2012 or rottmnt) becoming a father figure for a reader who doesn’t have one? The reader becomes friends with the turtles and spends a lot of time at the lair, obviously because they want to spend time with their turtle buds, but also because they really like talking to Splinter and he kinda picks up on it after a while and decides “yep, I have a 5th kid now”.

Sorry if this is a bit of a strange request.

Father Figure ⭐️ Splinter (Platonic)

A/N: This wasn’t a strange request at all, I love requests like this because they really pull at my heartstrings. Was super fun to write, and I tried my best not to tear up as Father/Child scenes make me emotional lmao

Pairing(s): Platonic!Splinter x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Like, two swear words, teeny tiny bit of angst? Overall very soft <3

Proof read :)

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Spending so much of your free time down in the lair meant not only hanging out with the turtles, but also becoming close to their dad, Splinter.

So much time in fact that it started to feel like he was becoming your own dad.

The first time you had a proper conversation with him was when you were having a sleepover at the lair. While everyone else was knocked out cold in their own rooms, you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, so you decided to check out the one place the guys spend most of their time; the Dojo.

You first thought was to just marvel at the range of weapons they had, but you weren’t even close to doing that when you spotted a meditating Splinter sitting silently in the middle of the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief that the sound of you entering the room didn’t disturb him, you went to back out when his voice startled you. “Cannot sleep?”

Ah, shit. You fucked up.

Not wanting to be rude, you sheepishly nod, “Yeah, I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to try and tire myself out by walking around.”

It was then that he gently patted the space in front of him, inviting you over. With nothing else to do and honestly, why would you even decline, you complied and sat in front of him.

That night the two of you talked for a few hours. It started off a little bit awkward on your part, not knowing exactly what to say to him, but he was kind enough to lead the conversation.

You talked about the turtles, when they were younger and just learning how to defend themselves, about some of your future plans, if you had any that is, and if not, he would try and give you a push in the right direction with small ideas he thought would suit you.

At some point, your home life was brought up. You explained to him that it was just you and your mother when you were growing up. You never had a proper father figure, but you would never trade your mother in for the world.

He tells you that your mother did a wonderful job of bringing you up :’)

As time went by, you spent more and more time with Splinter. He’s shown you a few defensive moves in case anything were to happen when the boys weren’t around to help you, to which you profusely thanked him for. He was so proud when you managed to pin him down once (though he wouldn’t tell you that he was obviously going easy)

You two drink tea together a lot, and if you didn’t like tea, he would manage to find you something you would prefer.

At some point he begins to call you his child, it started off as ‘Okay, it’s because I’m a teenager, I understand’, but at some point to both you and him it starts sounding more like he’s definitely adopted you. And he has.

He tells you about Miwa and his past family, which you take in with watery eyes and a soft smile. At that point, you knew you were apart of the family.

Sometimes the guys like to tease you and Splinter, Raph often stating that “Well since you’re his favourite child-“

You would just grin with your hands on your hips, “I am the favourite child, thank you very much. Now if you excuse me, I’m telling dad that you ate my slice of pizza.” Just to be petty lmao

If you’re ever upset, your go to person would be Splinter. Something about the way he hugs you so tightly, with so much care in his embrace just makes you sob it all out until you felt better, his calming words making everything seem so little.

When Father’s Day arrives, you might or might not have actually celebrated it with him and the turtles. You bought him an actual cake that you all shared, and took plenty of photos to hang around the lair and in his room. It was a day to remember, especially when you could spot the little tears in his eyes.

Overall, Splinter is the best dad you could ever want, and you make sure he knows that.

#tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2k12 x reader #Tmnt x reader #Tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #Tmnt platonic Splinter x reader #Tmnt Leo x reader #Tmnt mikey x reader #Tmnt raph x reader #Tmnt Donnie x reader

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five-and-dimes · 3 months ago

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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.

#the sandman #dreamling #my writing #my art #catboys #cat!Dream #cow!Hob #hybrids #The art could be better but my brain is ready to move on so alas #still happy with it though :3

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silvergreenseraphim · 9 months ago

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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.

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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!)

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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!

#kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #romance #ayato angst #genshin thoma #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #thoma x reader #genshin imagines

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mskenway97 · 11 months ago

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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.

#sam writes #thanks for the ask!#transformers #autobot #optimus prime #bayverse optimus prime #transformers x reader #human x reader #bayformers #optimus #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers g/t #maccadam #maccadams #prowl

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bleeding-star-heart · 1 year ago

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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.

#dragon age 2 #dragon age meta #dragon age #da 2 #watsonian #doylist #anders

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csolarstorm · 2 months ago

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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.

#suddenly an analysis of a Marvel screenwriter/director #guess I'm very analytical tonight #MCU #Wandavision #Agatha All Along #jac schaeffer #Marvel

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

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

Age: 17

Languages: English, Bengali, Urdu, Hindi, 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: @/that-punk-from-brooklyn @/white-wolf-actually

"Adaptive" family (Friends): @official-buckybarnes @fluffycows4life @we-love-redwing @gwen-stacy-earth616 @serenastark-official @rider-axel-s-at-everything

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//

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.

Face claim

[[Pic not mine]]

//Very weird how alike we look? My face is just more round//

#pinned post #marvel #natasha afiona #about me

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theultradork · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Marvel's Spider-Man 2

The way Spider-Man 2 touches on themes of reform, people being able to change, dealing with hatred of people who wronged you, and even dealing with the trauma that would come with being a superhero, and does it all in a way that flows into the narrative... beautiful.

I feel that it actually manages to do something a lot of superhero media doesn't really bother with, which is actually justify the hero's stance? People always like to mock Spider-Man and Batman for having that no-kill rule, but this game actually goes out of its way to show WHY.

WHY does Spider-Man believe people deserve a second chance? WHY will he not kill? Is he TEMPTED to do so? Has there ever been a case where this belief in helping even his enemies has paid off? All of that is addressed in this game, and done beautifully.

It reminded me of some of the better themes in Spider-Man comics back in the day. You had villains like Sandman who actually went good, even became heroic figures. You had people like Hobie Brown, the Prowler, who were ALMOST villains until they were set in the right path.

Seeing that belief that people can change validated, seeing Peter's care for these supervillains pay off and have meaning, that was amazing. Sadly, later runs took that away, but this game brought it back in a big, beautiful way.

It even touched on the difficulties of not only being a superhero, but being in a relationship with one in any capacity. You see (or hear) the anxiety Miles' friends and mom go through, you see MJ trying to cope with all this and the changes in Peter, it's just such a HUMAN story.

And seeing Venom as the embodiment of toxicity, someone being controlling, abusive, and yet thinking, insisting they're doing it out of love added an extra layer of horror to the game. As much as it's a fantastical story, it's grounded in some very real horrors in this world.

It's so hard to say more without heavily getting into spoiler territory, but man... Words cannot express how much I love this game.

Insomniac nailed it, man. They just DID.

#Spider-Man #Marvel's Spider-Man 2 #Spider-Man 2 #SpiderMan #SpiderMan2PS5 #Peter Parker #Miles Morales #Mary Jane Watson #MJ Watson #peter x mj

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maximoffcarter · 8 months ago

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One step forward.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

Summary: Set on 6x16/6x20. Alex gets a call from Branch asking if she can come back for a case. After hearing that Casey had been attacked and kicked off the case, she has no doubt in coming back; for the case of course, no other reason.

A/n: Is my blog gonna turn Marvel and SVU? Could be a possibility…🫢 I’ve always been afraid of writing for these characters for so many reasons BUT I needed this and I felt like this could be a good coming back to writing. I don’t know if some things are accurate or not so bear with me but hope you enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 2.

Alex’s mind was running 100 km/h as she walked into the precinct. The last thing she had expected was to come back so soon, after all, she had decided to leave as soon as trial was over to avoid saying goodbye again, and here she was, back to her old home. She had no doubt that she was ready to work, that she was ready to be back in her comfort zone. As much as she tried to distract herself and try to live her new life as ‘Emily’, she was still very much keeping herself occupied with Law books or even reading about cases online. She missed so much to stand in a courtroom, to do what she loved, hell she even missed the stress and frustration that the squad gave her, but she would never admit it to them. Even after this time, she didn’t know if she would ever want to come back to SVU, too many memories from this place, both good and bad, but of course bad ones were a bit more present. But what she truly didn’t expect was that they’d call her to replace Casey.

After she had met Casey, she had no doubt that Casey had been the right choice to take her place. She had heard that the squad had given her a hard time at first, but now seeing them getting along with Casey and that she was doing everything in her power to speak for the victims, she couldn’t be happier. Of course, she felt a bit jealous of the fact that she was doing such a good job, but again, she was not sure she would ever want to come back to this place as much as she missed it. That night when they had talked to Antonio about testifying, they stayed a bit longer in Casey’s office. Alex had felt bad since she could tell that she gave Casey a bit of a doubt when she asked if she was ready, she hadn’t meant to tell Casey how to do her job or that she was not prepared enough for what was coming, Alex was just nervous about the whole thing. And if she was honest…she was nervous to be in the same room -alone- with Casey Novak.

Alex would be lying if she said that she never knew who Casey Novak was. Hearing from Branch, he always had so much to say about an attorney over White Collar and how he kept his eye close on her because of how good she was and that she had a true future. Alex had seen her once or twice, always in awe of how beautiful the woman was, but also, the seriousness and professionalism that she carried wherever she went. There was this one time she had seen her in court, she had been waiting for her own arraignment and she had stepped into a courtroom, and to her surprise, the redhead was there. Alex sat there in awe as she heard her speak her mind away -and she had to admit that she was also fascinated by Casey’s voice-. After that, Alex had seen her every now and then but never actually crossed paths with her or even spoke a word to her.

So now, knowing that she was leading this case and that she had to listen and actually look at the woman right in front of her, it made her pretty nervous. Even after Alex had put a bit of doubt in Casey, Casey had been nothing but sweet to her, clearly sensing that Alex was anxious about the whole thing, Casey tried to calm her down and talk to her just like Alex had talked to Antonio. That talk had stayed with Alex and she replayed it every now and then whenever she felt down and alone.

“I cannot thank you enough for coming back and helping us with this case.” Casey offered a soft smile as Alex looked up at her.

“Well…it was my fault, after all, that Olivia and Elliot had to keep the secret that I was alive. I couldn’t let them lose their jobs because of me.” Alex said softly, running her hand through her hair.

“You know that they would do anything for you, right? I can tell they care so much about you, and it would’ve killed them if you hadn’t told them you were alive.”

Alex smiled softly as she nodded. “I know. And that’s why I insisted and now, that’s why I’m here. And to put that bastard behind bars.”

Casey nodded. “And we’ll get him. I’ll get justice for you and for Antonio.”

Alex nodded. “I know you will.” She smiled softly.

Casey tilted her head as she looked at Alex. She dared to move her hand and land it on top of Alex’s, squeezing it softly. “I am so sorry you had to go through this, Alex. But you’re so brave for doing this. And I promise that I will win this.”

Alex swore that her eyes started to water as she stared at Casey, but she tried so hard to hold them, offering a sad smile. “Thank you.”

Casey nodded. “I’m here for you. And we can go over the questions as much as you need.“

Alex sighed as she placed her other hand on top of Casey’s, suddenly feeling all warm. “I think we’re ready.”

“Good.” Casey smiled. “Do you want me to call Elliot?”

Alex shook her head. “Do you mind if I hang around for a bit more?”

Casey smiled. “Not at all. Anything you wanna tell me about Wisconsin?”

Alex chuckled softly. “Not really.” She smiled. “Why don’t you tell me about kicking Elliot’s ass in softball? I heard you’re amazing.”

Casey chuckled as she shrugged. “Can’t deny that.”

They talked for about an hour or so, Alex never admitted it, but she felt so much better talking to Casey than she ever did when she was back in that room with Elliot and Olivia. She knew they were just trying to keep her distracted and they wanted to make her feel comfortable and safe, but Casey saw her more than just a victim, Casey was not only there to look out for her, but she saw her as just Alex. Alex hadn’t laughed as hard as she did with Casey, felt that warm and cozy feeling inside her when she saw Casey smiling and laughing. Screw what she heard from other people, Casey was way more than just some attorney who focused in rules and wanted to go by the book. She saw so much in Casey that that old feeling she had when she first saw her was back. When Olivia thought she had gone to sleep, she had called Casey just to hear her voice and the reassurance that everything would be okay. She believed that had been her push to stand up in that courtroom and not be afraid.

So now, she was going to do exactly that for Casey, although she was not going to fight for her in the courtroom. She was going to help her aggressor’s sister to win a case against her abuser. Her blood boiled at the thought of that man beating up Casey just for helping his sister. Cragen had made sure to update Alex in everything, because discretely, she had asked Cragen what exactly happened to Casey, putting it as if she needed to know because of the case and what she had to do or how she could use it in case it was brought up in court, knowing perfectly that Casey had been called as a witness for the defense. Not only did she have to live with the trauma or getting beaten up but she had to relive it in the courtroom, and that’s where she would help Casey; she wanted to return the favor to help her go through it.

After revisiting everything with Cragen and Branch, she decided to head to Casey’s office, perfectly knowing that she’d be there. As soon as she walked in front of the office, she stopped for a moment as she looked through the window, a small gasp leaving her mouth as she took in the way Casey looked. She was sitting on the small couch, she looked so tired; she was pretty sure the bruises were looking much better than they had actually been, her eye still looked a bit swollen and red but she was sure this was only the aftermath, the cut on her lip seemed to be slowly healing, and she couldn’t imagine the pain she felt with broken ribs. She took a deep breath to look more put together than she actually felt, walking to the door and knocking softly.

Casey looked up from whatever she was reading, a small smile showing on her face. “Alex.”

“Hi.” Alex smiled softly. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” Casey nodded softly.

Alex walked to the bigger couch and sat down close enough to Casey. “How are you feeling?”

“Well.” Casey huffed a chuckle. “A few days ago I felt like 10 trucks ran over me. Today, I feel like 3 did.” She smiled.

Alex chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“It was meant to be funny.” Casey grinned. “So, did they update you?”

Alex nodded. “Just came back from Branch’s office. I’m ready for tomorrow.” She smiled. “I understand you went to talk to Nina?”

Casey nodded. “Cragen thought that if she looked at me, she’d actually want to testify. And hey, at least I got her.”

Alex smiled. “Yes, I’ll see her an hour before the trial to talk to her.”

“You mind if I go see her before the trial?”

Alex shook her head. “Not at all.”

Casey nodded, offering a smile. She then sighed as she looked down at her cane. “I’m sorry you had to come back for this. I was going to do it but Branch kicked me off the case.”

“I don’t mind it at all. It’s…nice to be back. Just…didn’t think it’d be this soon.”

“Everyone’s excited to have ADA Alexandra Cabot back.” Casey smiled as she looked back at Alex. “I’m pretty sure Olivia and Elliot are more than happy to have you back.”

“They’re worried about you, you know? I heard Elliot was close to beating up Gabriel even before he confirmed it had actually been him.”

Casey huffed a chuckle. “Yeah, Liv told me. She stayed in the hospital with me until I was discharged.”

“Liv does that kind of thing.” Alex smiled.

They fell into silence for a moment, Casey moved her eyes back to whatever she had on her legs and Alex couldn’t help but stare at her. She was sure that she was giving Casey the same look that Olivia gave her back when the bomb happened, that stare that was clearly telling her that she was a victim and she hated it. She knew Casey had been a victim, but she couldn’t do anything because she was not prosecuting a case for her, but for another victim. She did the same as Casey had done back in that day; she moved her hand to Casey’s and squeezed it softly, making Casey look back at her, a faint smile in her face.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.“ Alex said softly.

Casey shrugged. “At least Branch got to avoid me having to sit on the stand. I’m…fine.” She looked down at the floor, avoiding Alex’s stare.

Alex tilted her head. “Case…”

Casey looked back at Alex as her eyes watered. “It’s not the first time I go through this.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

Casey sniffled. “My ex. He was schizophrenic. He attacked me so many times that I lost count. Until there was this one time where he sent me to the hospital.” She sighed softly and closed her eyes. “I presented myself as an ADA, told them everything was fine. And then I left him.” She opened her eyes again, not being able to avoid the tears anymore. “I didn’t tell Olivia, but that night at the hospital…I cried because I went back to that memory…and I was so scared.”

“Oh, honey…”

“I was so scared. I still can’t remember what happened. The doctors said it would show up at some point but I try to remember so hard…” She shook her head. “I still can’t see very well with my left eye, the bruises are fading but I feel like they’ll stay there forever and when I stand up…I have to grab the fucking cane because I can’t walk properly.” She looked back at Alex as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Everything h-hurts.”

Alex sighed softly as she stood up, dropping her bag on the couch before she moved to Casey, signaling her to make some room for her to sit down and as soon as she did, she wrapped Casey in a tight -careful- hug, making Casey vanish against her as she sobbed. Even if Casey had cried with Liv, she knew she needed to let this all out because there was so much building up but since she had never mentioned Charlie, she knew that once she mentioned it, Olivia would ask more and Casey would have to fully disclose why she was crying so badly. She thought she was pass it, that she had worked on it in the last few years, but this had brought the trauma and the memories back and she felt so broken and vulnerable, and somehow…she knew she could trust Alex, because she understood.

Alex held her and kissed her head as Casey sobbed in her arms. Part of her was surprised that she was able to see this side of Casey, always seeing Casey standing straight and serious, zero emotions shown as she walked through the courtroom or the halls of the building. But she understood. This was a triggering experience for her. She had lived this once, and when she thought that was over, they brought it back to her and as much as she knew that Casey was strong, something like this was not easy to hide and she definitely had been holding onto this for days now. She didn’t know how long they stayed in that position, but she was willing to stay there all night if needed. She finally felt Casey relax against her, she slowly stopped sobbing and her breathing slowly started to go back to normal, Alex kept her arms wrapped around her just in case. It was then that Casey moved to be able to look up at Alex; beautiful green eyes staring into her own blue eyes, a hint of sadness but relief could be seen in them and it made Alex’s heart warm. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered a small smile.

“I’ve got you.” Alex whispered softly. “I’m here for you.”

Casey didn’t say anything, she just stared at Alex as she ran her fingers through her hair, helping her calm down even more. Alex swore that she saw Casey’s eyes darting down to her lips for a split second, but she couldn’t possible take advantage of the situation, not when Casey was this vulnerable. So, she leaned in and kissed her forehead softly, exactly where a bruise was fading. She felt Casey sighing softly, making her smile against her forehead.

“How about I buy you some dinner? And then I drop you off at your apartment.” Alex asked softly as she pulled away.

Casey grinned. “You don’t have Elliot as your bodyguard?”

Alex chuckled. “Not this time, but I do have a car.”

Casey smiled. “Sounds good.”

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Alex walked out of the courtroom proud of herself, it was her first time back after so long and she nailed it. She thought maybe she’d see Casey there, but agreeing hearing that Branch asked her not to be present, she knew she was probably in her office waiting to hear the verdict or she was back home, resting as the doctor had told her to do. She knew that she had promised that as soon as the case was over, she’d go back to Witness Protection again, but she had asked Hammond to give her a day or two more, because this time she really wanted to say her goodbyes. She made sure to pass by the precinct to pay a visit to Cragen and the rest of the squad, she thanked them for trusting her again with the case and for not giving her a hard time this time, though she knew that Casey technically had had some of the case already prepared for her. After saying goodbye to Elliot and Olivia, she asked if they knew anything about Casey, and Olivia let her know that Casey had given up and had taken the days off that she had been offered.

Alex didn’t lose any more time and she headed to Casey’s apartment, remembering exactly the streets she had driven the night before. Dinner had gone perfectly, just like that day back in Casey’s office, they had laughed and joked, mostly focusing their conversations in other things. Even if she knew that Casey felt a bit insecure on her looks, she couldn’t help but stare at her the whole time, giving herself the chance to notice how Casey’s features had matured. After all, Casey was pretty young when she started in White Collar, and back when she came back, she hadn’t had the pleasure to be able to study Casey’s face. She had a smile plastered on her face the whole night, and she was glad Casey was also smiling. After dinner, true to her word, Alex took her back to her apartment and they shared another warm and soft hug, Alex in denial of letting her go but knew that she had to be back in her hotel before Hammond started calling. She kissed her forehead one last time before she left.

Now, she stood right in front of the door thinking if it had been a good idea to come. What if Casey didn’t want to see her? Or what if she was asleep and Alex would disturb her sleep? She tried to shake off any second thought she had and knocked on the door softly. She waited patiently as she tried to push back the thought of knocking again, not sure if she had knocked enough for Casey to hear, but also reminding herself that Casey had a hard time walking, so maybe she was on her way. Her thoughts were shut down when the door opened, finding Casey in a simple shirt with a pair of sweatpants. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, Casey returning the smile.

“We won.” Alex simply said.

“So I heard.” Casey smiled.

Alex cursed under her breath as she thought that maybe Olivia or Branch had called Casey to let her know the verdict, so now she felt stupid to stand here in her doorway, looking all stupid as she didn’t know what to do now.

“Wanna come in?”

Alex nodded faster than she should’ve, trying to hide the blush as she walked into the apartment. Whatever she imagined Casey’s apartment to look like, this was definitely not what she expected. Her office looked a bit of a mess, but here she had everything in place and somehow it picture Casey perfectly. She heard Casey groan softly as she walked to the kitchen island, leaning over it and turning to look at Alex.

“Sorry, you caught me in my nurse time. I’m supposed to change my bandage but-“ Casey groaned as she sat down on one of the high chairs. “I was actually thinking of calling a cab to head to the hospital or a nearby clinic.”

“Oh, no need for that. I can help you.” Alex placed her bag on the couch and walked to Casey. “Let me wash my hands first.” She looked at the countertop to make sure Casey had everything she needed there and then she walked around to sink, washing her hands quickly to not make Casey wait.

“You done this before?”

“You don’t trust me?” Alex grinned as she dried her hands and walked back to Casey, noticing the faint blush on Casey’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Casey looked up at her for a moment, her face softening as she offered a small smile to Alex, nodding slightly as in to confirm that she was ready. Alex offered her hands to help Casey stand up, earning a faint groan as she did. Letting go of Alex’s hand, she raised her shirt carefully, making sure that it stays in place for Alex to work. Alex’s breath hitched for a moment not only for the bruises that laid on Casey’s body, but because of how beautiful her body was. She self slapped herself in her mind as she shook her head, grabbing the compression bandage and slowly placing it on Casey’s abdomen. For a moment she thought about backing away when she heard Casey moaning in agony, closing her eyes and looking away for a moment. Alex looked up and noticed Casey was biting her lip maybe a bit too hard, she had the urge to move her hand up and run her thumb across her lower lip so she’d let go of it, but she knew she had to focus on her task.

She muttered to Casey to use one of her hands to secure the end of the bandage, careful to press on it enough for it not to move. Alex carefully and slowly wrapped the bandage around Casey’s body, her heart breaking a little at every whine or moan that left Casey’s mouth, knowing that she was still in an awful pain, after all, broken ribs took their time to heal, a bad move and she’d break them again. She kept wrapping, trying to be quick but also careful to not hurt Casey, not noticing that she was too biting her lower lip. Finally, she secured the bandage and slowly straightened up, letting Casey know that she was done. Casey finally let out the breath that she didn’t even know she had been holding, feeling the pressure back but also feeling a lot better now that the pain was at least tolerable.

Casey looked at Alex and offered a smile. “Thank you.”

Alex smiled softly and nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Casey sighed as she pulled her shirt back down and sat back down on the chair. “Do you want something to drink? I have water, some juice, alcohol.” She chuckled. “You can go ahead and grab anything you’d like.”

“I’m good, thanks.” Alex smiled.

“So, did you only come to tell me about the trial? Sorry I grabbed you as my nurse.” Casey grinned.

“I don’t really mind it, honestly.” Alex chuckled. “And uh…yes. I mean…I also wanted to check up on you.”

Casey smiled. “Did Olivia give you a turn or something? Cause she said she’d stop by later to check up on me.”

“No, she didn’t know I was coming.” Alex huffed a chuckle. “Told you, they’re worried about you.”

“Yeah, well. If I hear one more time ‘are you sure you’re okay on your own’ I’m gonna lock myself here so they have no way of entering my apartment.”

Alex laughed softly as she shook her head. “Well, you do need some help with the bandage, though.”

“You’re my hero, Alexandra Cabot. I’ll forever be grateful.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Right. You’re welcome.”

Casey tilted her head as her smile faded a bit. “You have to go back, don’t you?”

Alex nodded softly. “I do. Though I asked Hammond to give me a day or two.”

“Why?” Casey furrowed her brows.

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the lonely life.”

Casey nodded. “I get that. It’d be hard for me to go back too.”

Alex nodded. “Yeah.” She bit her lip softly as she stared at Casey. “And I wanted to see you before I left.”

Casey smiled softly as she looked up at Alex. “I’m glad we got to see each other again.”

“You know.” Alex sighed as she shook her head. “I knew you already. Before I…walked into your office. I knew about you.”

Casey furrowed her brows as she smiled. “You did?”

“Mhm.” Alex smiled. “Branch wouldn’t stop talking about this young attorney in White Collar, saying he saw a future for her. Liz also mentioned you every now and then.” She shook her head. “And I happened to see you every now and then at court. I once stayed for an arraignment.”

Casey grinned. “Yeah, I remember that. I saw you.”

Alex raised her brows. “You did?”

“Mhm.” Casey smiled. “What? Did you really think I didn’t know about you before I joined SVU? You think Branch didn’t talk about you? Or that I didn’t see you at court either?”

Alex blushed slightly at the admission, nodding her head. “I see.”

“I was so scared to take your place, you know?”

Alex furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“Because you’re Alexandra Cabot. I was afraid I’d screw up so badly that Branch would actually reconsider his decision of putting me there.” Casey shrugged. “I saw you many times in court and you…you’re amazing out there, Alex.”

“Do you know who you are, Casey Novak?” Alex smirked.

Casey chuckled softly. “What I mean is…I admired you from afar. I always wanted to walk to you and at least say hi.”

Alex smiled softly. “Me too.”

Casey wetted her lips as she looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling nervous. “And not only that but I…I also thought you were so beautiful, I didn’t even know if I wanted to be you or…”

Alex noticed the pause and she tilted her head, furrowing her brows. “Or what?”

“Or I wanted to ask you out.” Casey almost said in a whisper, looking back up at Alex as she said the last word.

Alex only stood there staring at Casey, not sure what she was supposed to say or do. All this time, all these years thinking that Casey had never noticed her, thinking that her mind was so wrong for thinking about Casey in that way and now here she was; hearing how Casey debated whether she wanted to be Alex or wanted to ask her on a date. Her heartbeat raised as she stared at Casey, she admired so much that even if Casey had shown shyness, she still had no filter and she spoke her mind, something that’d give Alex instant anxiety. She didn’t know for how long she stared at Casey, but when she noticed that Casey’s face started to fill with doubt, she finally spoke.

“You mean that?”

Casey nodded softly. “I do.”

Alex nodded softly, taking a step closer to Casey. “And…did you figure out which option was the correct?” She didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but she was taking advantage of it before she actually overthought it.

Casey’s breath hitched as she noticed the change of tone in Alex’s voice. Suddenly courtroom Alexandra Cabot was present. “Yes.”

“Which is?” Alex whispered softly as she situated herself between Casey’s legs.

Casey swallowed as she looked up at Alex. “I wanted to ask you out.”

Alex nodded. “I had a similar debate.”

“You did?”

Alex nodded again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and then placing both her hands on Casey’s cheek. “I didn’t know if I admired you or if I just wanted to walk up to you and kiss you.”

Casey swallowed hard again as she tried to remember how to breathe. “Did you choose?”

Alex grinned as she leaned down, her eyes meeting green ones. “I did. May I?”

Casey didn’t think even for a second before she nodded, closing her eyes in anticipation as Alex closed the gap between them. Casey’s hand moved to Alex’s waist, pulling her closer to her, almost wrapping her legs around her to make sure she didn’t go anywhere. The kiss started off sweet and tender, but soon enough became passionate, neither of them wanting to pull away, knowing perfectly that they had dreamt about this kiss for so long and now that was finally happening, neither of them wanted it to end, afraid that if it did, it’d be the last time. Casey’s tongue grazed across her lower lip, asking for permission, making Alex moan and granting it. As much as they wanted the heated kiss to continue, they both pulled away slowly to catch their breaths, breathing heavily as they rested their foreheads against each others. Alex fingers ran into Casey’s hair softly, moving to kiss her forehead.

“Was the wait worth it?” Casey smirked.

“Definitely.” Alex smiled as she looked down at Casey again, suddenly feeling a faint sadness. “I cannot just come back, Casey. I don’t want you to wait for me.”

Casey looked up at Alex and wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning up to kiss her jawline. “I’ll wait for you for as long as possible.” She kissed her lips softly.

Alex smiled against her lips. “I’ll hold you to that.” She kissed the tip of her nose. “You should probably call Liv and tell her she won’t need to come check up on you.”

Casey chuckled softly. “I will after I get more kisses.”

Alex giggled as she leaned down and kissed Casey’s lips softly. It took them a while, it was definitely not going to be easy once Alex had to go, but both of them knew it was going to be worth it.

#casey novak #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #casey novak x alex cabot #calex #law and order svu #l&o svu #svu #svu fic #I thought it was cute maybe will do it again

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storiesbyrhi · 1 year ago

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: What is expected of us? 2962 words.

Notes: This is dedicated to @jo-harrington, @somnambulic-thing, and @toomanyacorns, who all helped brainstorm and/or fact check this chapter.

1836

“You cannot ask how I know of this place,” Eddie said as he made a path for you to follow. It was well beyond the forest and the open plains you and he usually traversed.

“When you say such gloomy things, Eddie my love, you do know that I know what is left unsaid?” He threw you a look over his shoulder. “Well, excuse you, Mr Vampire. All brooding and mysterious,” you teased. You cleared your throat loudly and put on your best Eddie voice. “You cannot ask how I know of this place,” you impersonated.

Eddie stopped walking abruptly, letting you crash into his back. Instant speed and he’d hoisted you up over his shoulder. You laughed and hit your fists against his back.

“And you, my little witch? Were you not the one that said you would not play audience to my… murderous misadventures?”

“Murderous misadventures,” you repeated in your Eddie impersonation, giggling and letting your body fall limp as he carried you off to wherever he had planned.

Like he’d teleported, Eddie had you both to the destination in a second. Vampire speediness made your stomach turn with motion sickness. As he put your feet back on the ground, his hands lingered in case you were unsteady.

“Oh… Wow…” you marvelled, looking up at the great tree. “Surely she’s been here longer than you or I.”

Eddie knew you’d like the glorious tree. He knew you’d call it ‘she’ too. “See here,” he directed, showing you how the wide trunk was hollowed out in part. It was a space large enough for him to walk into.

You followed him. “It’s warm… Dry…”

“It was a place of respite. Somewhere to wait out storms,” Eddie told you.

You spun on the spot and looked at him, the darkness of the night even darker within the tree cave. “This is not a recent discovery for you?”

Eddie said nothing. Whoever had sought respite was instead met with violence.

“There’s something else.” Eddie crouched low to the ground. He reached into the darkness of the tree cave corner and pulled out a large suitcase. It looked as though he’d pulled it out of thin air, but you figured there were many holes and crevices within the tree appropriate for hiding things in.

You knelt next to Eddie and looked at the suitcase. It was old, the metal corners and lock rusted, and the fabric torn and discoloured.

“All their possessions were pillaged. The case was left for… fun,”

“Fun?” you asked.

“An ominous thing to find. An empty case in a hollowed-out tree.” Vampires hunted humans for sport. It was no surprise that mind games were part of the fun. “I don’t know when this was put here,” Eddie continued, picking up a wool blanket and shaking it off. He laid it on the soft dirt floor. “Perhaps it was us. Perhaps it was the humans… But these… These were me.”

With the blanket gone, a bundle of envelopes and paper was revealed. Eddie took them and stood. He kicked off his leather shoes and stepped onto the blanket, stretching out and looking at you.

As you sat next to him, crossing your legs, he let you take the paper. Eddie folded his arms under his head to make a pillow, then closed his eyes. It was as close to peace as he could get.

You were fluent in French and easily devoured the letters. It was a love story.

A Frenchmen had been all over Europe, you judged by the changing addresses and postmarks on the envelopes. A Marguerite du Bruyeres wrote to Guillaume du Bruyeres often. Though none of the letters were sent to America, Guillaume traveled with them.

She wrote of how colours were paler without him there. How pastry was stodgy and the city smelled less of blossoms and more of sickness. She wrote of how she missed him, oh, how she missed him.

Marguerite called Guillaume stupid but brave. Her loopy handwriting was romantic and her bittersweet farewells were so obviously prayers that one day, her Guil would make it home. Being part of the French army was a dangerous thing.

“Where did you find these?” you asked Eddie. The letters had absorbed all your attention. You’d read each of them, taking almost an hour.

Eddie stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Here,”

“He was here?”

“Guillaume de Bruyeres? Yes. He was,”

“These are… The dates on these were before he came to America. So, he was here to fight against the British Empire,”

“Guerre de la Conquête,” Eddie said, his French as fluent as yours. “They have always been like this, your humans. Always fighting for land. For resources. For title. They take and take, they recreate, repopulate, and expect their children to do the same. Little monsters who grow up with the same bloodthirsty nature for land. Resources. Title,”

“That’s the real monster, is it? Human endeavour?”

“Human conformity,” he corrected. “And don’t tell me you’re an advocate for colonisation, little witch. You love the forests and the animals too much,”

“I don’t love them enough. None of us do. I’m not an advocate for colonisation. I just don’t judge the humans for what they are.”

Eddie smiled. You were wrong, of course. You often judged them, as you did the vampires, albeit for different reasons. He’d leave you on your high horse though. He figured it would only take another decade or two before the humans disappointed you beyond repair.

“I knew you’d find the letters of interest. You did not hesitate to read them. Does privacy end in death, I wonder?”

You looked up at Eddie from where you were studying the ink on one of the letters. Feeling hot shame wash over you, you bundled the papers up and put them back in the suitcase.

“Why did you show me them if you were going to torment me for reading them?” you asked coldly. “You read them. You-”

“I what? I killed him? Took his furs and his love letters and never thought of him again?” Eddie was still casually laid out on the blanket. “I never read them. Not more than the addresses. And he was dead before I got here. The British found this foxhole. They took his furs and his rations and his weapons. I took the letters.”

For a moment you were silent. Eddie knew you were crying before you did. He had sat up, body mirroring your position, and reached out to brush the tears from your cheeks.

“I don’t know what you need me to think of you,” you whispered. “Some days you demand I face the truth. That you’re unholy. Undead. That I should not trust you and that this will all end in tragedy. Other days you trick me into being the one suggesting it, before rolling over to show me the humanity that’s left in you.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched and his gaze wandered down. He picked your hands up from your lap and held them. Apparently, from your high horse you had a vantage point to see him and all his contradictions.

“I took them to her,” he said. He frowned suddenly; you figured it was at the memory but it was that he’d let the confession slip out before he could stop himself. There was no choice but to continue. “I returned the letters to Marguerite. She was eating rye bread. Her lips were stained with wine. From the moment she saw me, she was afraid. At first, it was that I was a stranger. Then, that I had come with ill news about her husband. When I handed her letters, she sobbed.”

Eddie looked up and tried to gauge your reaction. Did you think this was a story of love or a confession of violence? He couldn’t read it on your face, but you knew the ending. The letters were in a rotting suitcase beside you, not buried with Marguerite as they should have been.

“She smelt so rich. I was not young, but I was not adept in restraint. Eighty-years-later and it still takes effort. I escorted the widow home. I bled her dry… I don’t know why I took the letters. I don’t know why I kept them. I don’t know why I have never been back to France. It’s surely not humanity that’s left in me.”

You were crying again.

There was no reason for a vampire to hold onto love letters. But he did.

“I would take death… over the unknown,” you spoke quietly. “If… If it were me. If I was Marguerite and I was given the choice. Live out my years and not know what became of my beloved. Or die knowing I was loved.” You looked up, stared into Eddie’s dark and unblinking eyes. “I would have let you bleed me dry if you brought proof I was loved.”

He’d woken that desire in you. So independent for all your years. Defiant. Self-governing. Seeking the company of your coven when you needed. Then, the vampire. The bright morning sun of something inside you screaming it needed to be loved.

“I think she would have too,” Eddie whispered.

“Are there others like you? Other vampires that… feel?”

“Not that I have met. And that is a saving grace. It would be a weakness snuffed out, if they thought it could exist,”

“If they find you with me?” It was a question you had been too afraid to ask.

Eddie hesitated. There was no point in shielding you from harsh truths anymore. “An eternity of unbridled agony. I imagine I’d wish for the witches to find a method of death for us. For them and for me.”

In the warm shadowy insides of a beautiful tree, you and Eddie held hands and looked at each other. He questioned his flaw of humanity. How had it survived his death and transformation? You questioned your judgment. What did you believe to be right and wrong now? Were there any such things as a definitive good? A definitive bad?

“I do know what I need you to think of me,” Eddie spoke. “I want you to be safe. I want you to live a long life. I want you to thrive. But… But I need you to love me. It… feels like breathing again. It feels like I can taste food. Crisp apples and butter. I need you to love me.”

You did.

You loved him so completely and utterly that it was all-consuming. You loved him as he was. As he would be.

Eddie caught you when you launched yourself at him, crashing your lips to his. You cried into the kiss and took the breathlessness of his crushing arms without complaint as he held you tight.

“We could run,” you said, knotting your fingers into his wild hair.

“What is a witch without her coven,” Eddie replied sadly.

“Loved. She can be loved.”

As layers of clothes were peeled away and skin was touched and kissed, the moon dimmed when eclipsed by cloud. Eddie nipped but never drew blood, just deep bruises you hid well. His tongue was never warm, but it was wet and could move with vampire speed, so fast that it vibrated against your core. He dragged you up, up, up and towards a shattering orgasm.

The whimpers and moans and constant rambling promises of love and lust drowned out the rest of the world. Eddie’s sharp senses didn’t detect the movement of his colony. You didn’t hear the screaming coming from the village beyond the forest and flatlands.

For one last night, it all seemed so possible.

…

1986

The trailer was muted in pensive silence. Lost in story, you replayed Henry Creel’s life in your head. The endgame came to you suddenly.

“I don’t know if I can kill Vecna,” you said. The others looked at you, disheartened. “But… One… One before you, El. Before the Upside Down… We can kill him.”

Most of the humans appeared confused. Hopper slowly asked, “You… can… time travel?”

“Oh, like a Baby Hitler situation?” Robin added, pointing up at you.

“No… and, no, no Baby Hitlers… Who he is now is just… trauma and scar tissue, right? What if I heal that? Heal the damage that has been done. Take him back to when he wasn’t as powerful.”

You looked mostly to El. She thought carefully before answering. “He has always been bad,”

“Yeah, I know. But he hasn’t always been unstoppable. You said he was contained at the lab, right? If humans contained him, then we can kill him.”

So, a plan was hatched. Vecna would not need to be hunted down; he was freely killing the townspeople of Hawkins. He would need to be called though and Will Byers was the perfect bait. He and El would draw Vecna’s mind back to Creel House and buy time.

“He’ll know something’s happening,” Nancy said.

“So, they can distract him with that. Tell him about me. About how I healed Erica of his poison. How I’m somewhere close and he won’t find me until it’s too late,”

“You really want to poke the bear like that?” Hopper asked.

“He seeks power. If he thinks he can get it through me, he’ll want to know everything they know,”

“But what if he… Gets into our heads. Sees this,” Will motioned to the room.

“I can hide this from him with a spell. It won’t last forever. A temporary cloak over time and space. But it will be enough.”

Joyce, Hopper, and Jonathan would stay with El and Will. They would protect them and pull them out if anything went wrong.

“I gotta be honest… I am not thrilled at the idea of going back there,” Robin admitted.

She and Nancy would take you through a gate, show you where Vecna was. Their Molotov cocktails and sawed-off shotguns may not have worked, but your witchfire and insidious healing would.

“I know we’ve gone over it, but… We are totally sure there is no possible way to get him up here?” Nancy asked. If he could be lured out of the Upside Down, Vecna would be a little less powerful. A little more vulnerable. Not by much, but even the smallest thing could tip the scales.

“We’ve gone over it a dozen times. This is it. If this doesn’t work-”

“It has to,” Joyce interrupted Robin. “It has to.” She looked from Will to Jonathan.

“Nance, one more time,” Hopper instructed.

Nancy recited the plan again and again. A kill plan. One that could not fail. You would not let it.

…

Needing time alone to prepare your craft, the humans left. They’d go back to Reefer Rick's house to eat and sleep before heading into what they hoped was the last supernatural battle of their lives.

You sat at the trailer’s kitchen bench for fifteen minutes or so in quiet stillness. It wasn’t long ago that you sat listening to the sounds of Hawkins. It was worse now. Loud rumbling tanks with no destination – no identified assailant of the attacks. Voices that could only speak in terrified and panicked tones. Lives being thrown into cars; tires speeding passed the ‘Come Back Soon!’ sign out of town.

Hawkins was hours away from becoming a ghost town.

Standing at a window, you looked out over Forest Hills. Although they had the least amount of worldly possessions, and some of the most mobile homes, these were the people who would leave last.

You turned away and took a breath. It was time to write a spell. It would not be easy, but the vampire had not yet returned, and with sunrise looming on the horizon, a difficult distraction was a welcomed thing.

…

1840

Sometimes, when the water rippled and showed your face as a distorted and immeasurable image, it’s when you recognised it best. The mud beneath the surface swirled up, making the picture all the more clouded.

“Did you hear me?” your aunt hissed.

Your gaze snapped up from the wet ground, the puddles of dirty rainwater and witch blood.

She shook her head at you.

“They’re immortal,” you said, voice floaty and lost. “Really immortal… Not like us,”

“Amabel…” She cursed 1836 in her mind, what it had taken from you. “Amabel, look at me. Listen to me. Tell me the plan.”

A witch could live as long as she wanted, granted no monster intervened. Vampires were monsters. You hated them with every fiber of your being. Every single molecule and atom that made up your bones and marrow loathed the irredeemable and soulless creatures.

You’d watched them tear your sisters to parts. Limbs scattered across the flatlands. Heads spiked onto branches in the forest you used to love. Yes, a witch could be killed.

“Amabel!”

“Lure. Lure them,” you said, pulling a dagger from your boot and slicing a deep cut along your forearm. Blood swelled to the surface and dripped from you. “I am the bait,”

“Yes. Lure them. We heard them like livestock into the cages. Hold them there to burn under the sunlight.”

You looked up from your bleeding arm to your aunt. Hard determination was set on her face. You could tell she was already concerned about you, so it didn’t much matter making it worse. “To what end? It won’t kill them. They’ll escape by next night,”

“You know why. We need practice.”

While the vampires withered during the daylight, vulnerable in cages, your coven practiced both witchfire and science. There had to be a way to kill them, and Penelope needed lab rats.

“I am the bait,” you repeated, glancing one more time at your reflection. “We will make them suffer.”

End Note: The tree in this chapter was inspired by one that I grew up near. The Herbig Family Tree is a literal tree that a German family lived in 1855. I was picturing that and also the 'olive tree of vouves', one of the oldest olive trees in the world. They are both these huge old things that have stood and witnessed entire lifetimes go by, and have amazing hollowed out bodies. They're cool. Trees are cool.

The Grimoire has no new additions for this chapter, but the timeline is updated.

We're gearing up for battle, folks!

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the-force-awakens · 1 year ago

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with it officially being disability pride month, I wanna talk about my favorite disabled headcanon, which is for the one and only, my most beloved Poe Dameron. Buckle up, because this is a long post.

I actually have a few different disability headcanons, most of which hold up to canon/are extrapolated from canon, so we'll keep that in mind as we go through. I expect this to have about...four parts total. Let's go!

Hard of Hearing

I think a good case can be made that Poe is hard of hearing, with a few instances that could point to this fact, primarily the very beginning of the Rise of Skywalker. Even though Chewie is sitting right beside Poe, Poe does not understand what Chewie has said, because his head is turned (at no other point does Poe have any problem understanding Chewbacca, so we know it is not a linguistics issue)

It's only when he turns towards Chewie and Chewie repeats what he said that Poe understands what was said. There's also the frankly adorable moment in The Last Jedi that's extremely easy to miss, because it's a far away shot and we just barely catch what Poe says:

BB-8 is beeping so fast trying to catch Poe up that Poe has to request that he slow down so Poe can understand him. Other possible evidence of him being HoH (beyond the comical amount of explosions he's constantly caught in) is that there are several shots where we see Poe carefully watching the lips of the person he's speaking to as they're talking, as if that might help him keep up.

And (I don't have a gif of this lmao I'm not giffing him getting hurt) when Poe gets shot in tros, @/dameronalone pointed out it could be evidence he didn't hear the approaching stormtroopers when he turned to look the other way. @/hermitmoss has also pointed to his line at the start of tfa while being snarky at Kylo as further possible evidence, about how it's hard to understand Ren with the voice modulator.

Essential Hand Tremor

Another fact pointed out to me by @/hermitmoss (thanks Braigwen) is that when Poe goes to cover Leia's hand with his own in the Last Jedi, we see that his hand is shaking:

I later noticed that this isn't the only time that we see Poe do this, we see it again in the Rise of Skywalker, where he cannot keep his blaster steady as Rey approaches the serpent at all.

These are the only two circumstances I can find of his hands trembling in the movies, though, and we know from plenty of other scenes that Poe ordinarily can keep a blaster extremely steady:

Autism & ADHD

Okay this one I don't consider to be a headcanon, lmfao. I genuinely believe that Poe was intentionally coded as autistic/ADHD by Oscar Isaac.

Oscar playing/coding Poe as something that is never explicitly confirmed by Disney is far from new: Poe is coded as a bisexual (or pansexual) man, because that's how Oscar Isaac saw Poe and chose to play him, and even if we weren't gifted with it being made explicit, it's still there in his performance.

If you happen to be a fan of Oscar Isaac, or just a Marvel and Star Wars fan both, you'll know he starred in the Disney+ series Moon Knight last year as the Moon Knight system (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley).

Shortly after the first episode premiered, Oscar Isaac revealed in an interview that while trying to figure out who Steven was as a person, he came up with the idea that the system be on the Autism Spectrum, and approached Marvel to see if he could include it into his performances, and it was green-lit.

The Lunar system is the best intentional autistic representation I've ever seen, there are so many things they do that are so minor that I doubt most people would ever consider to include, but they are things that me and my friends do.

And there's an overlap in how Oscar plays the various autistic habits and traits of the Lunar system in how he portrays Poe. Most notably, Poe and Marc have extremely similar meltdowns:

There's plenty more overlap (Poe does the same anxious stim Steven does, of rubbing the inside of his index finger with his thumb) but there's so much there I'm not sure where all to begin. I have gone more in depth on the various autistic traits Poe shows throughout the films in this gifset here, though.

I'll go ahead and include some of the moments we see him stimming, that I have evidence of:

(he also does this same hand thing when he starts to leave BB-8 and promises to come back.)

We also see him fidgeting anxiously with his hands during the briefing in the last jedi:

Poe also has a habit of running his tongue along his bottom lip while he's stressed or thinking something through. Here's three examples from across the trilogy (there are plenty more):

We're leaning a little closer into ADHD territory now. I don't really know how to explain why I think Poe is ADHD, to be quite honest, besides the fact that he just radiates ADHD energy to me and I heavily relate. This is a man who cannot stay still, and frequently talks with his hands:

But there's also the fact that Poe oftentimes has a tendency to not be able to fully see the potential of negative outcomes to his decisions - he sees point a to point b, and sometimes becomes laser focused on that. It's something I understand perfectly, because it's hard for me to pull away from something I've already fully committed to doing, and it's even more difficult sometimes for me to truly understand what (and what kind of) consequences my actions will have.

Other evidence of him being extremely autistic (and adhd) is just....that he makes autistic expressions?

Like this...is an autistic expression, I've seen my best friend make this exact fucking face before, I don't know how else to explain it.

Misc Thoughts

Aside from the above, it's pretty much canon that Poe has anxiety and depression — at the very least, Poe Dameron: Free Fall by Alex Segura certainly does not shy away from the suggestion, and is one of the most implicit portrayals we have of it outside the films — it is a series of catastrophizing his circumstances that leads Poe to joining Zorii for a little while as a teenager, following a joyride that ended in a crash that Poe explicitly wishes he had not survived.

The movies themselves also points to Poe having PTSD, partially through the writing but mostly due to the nuanced and thoughtful performance Oscar Isaac gives as Poe (that goes....woefully underappreciated, seriously he adds so much depth to every single scene as Poe, including the thread of anxiety in Poe's voice when Rey mentions Ren's ship is over Kijimi, or constantly looking out to make sure they're not being followed in tros).

(Good expanded material follows through on this, such as Poe's reluctance to discuss anything about what happened aboard the Finalizer in the Poe Dameron: Flight Log, and becoming irate at the thought of having to. He's an extremely traumatized man, and he certainly doesn't deserve to be thrown out of an airlock jfc and he isn't as arrogant as the fascist regime he is fighting, tbh he's not arrogant at all).

Conclusion

I believe that sums up the majority of my Poe is disabled thoughts, or at least the ones that I think holds up very well within the canon framework. He's extremely disabled and - in the case of being neurodivergent - this is critical to understanding him as a character, especially considering his arc ends up being focused on interdependence.

I wish all fellow disabled folk a happy pride month, and I wish all very ableds a very "please do not be ableist on this post". You will be blocked otherwise.

#nym speaks #disabled tag #autism #poe dameron #my meta #sui ideation cw

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