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lokiina · 1 year ago

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I FINISHED THE GAME (BG3)

I'M GONNA- THERE'S BIG SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. So if you don't wanna hear about end game stuff don't click it cuz I'll be 100% explaining my ending and adding some screenshots in there too. You have been warned.

Proceed with caution. Like Gale hiding behind Cas.

Kay omg. SO, I'm really curious now how other choices end up playing out cuz for the most part this was a fairly happy end. Not 100% happy, as some people didn't get important things but all things considered things went well.

BUT.

I chose to side with the Emperor for this play. I know it was kinda sus on whether or not he was lying and using you as a means to an end for his own selfish needs, but I decided to take the chance and just follow through with the things he wanted. (Except taking the fancy worm to evolve, I was too scared to do that.) I only used a small handful of the worms through my play, and it ended up not being a problem at the end. My boy was completely fine and cured of his brain worm problem.

also this happened while trying to confront the brain the first time. LMAO

Siding with the Emperor and putting complete trust in him involved giving him the nether stones and it did end with the Githyanki prince guy dying. Cuz in order to leave the prisim properly to help me with the fight he had to absorb his abilities.... which meant eating his brain....

RIP Prince guy. Sorry for that....

But after that unfortunate event he was able to adventure with me outside the prism and I could control him in all the fighting as an allied companion. So I had a crew of 5 running around instead of just 4.

BUT I ALSO LEARNED MY BABY OWLBEAR WAS OKAY. He had previously like.... vanished from my camp and I was pretty sure it was a bug. But the lil babu was all grown up! AND IN ARMOUR!

The allies became quite useful, you could call on a handful of people to come as allied game controlled characters in some of the fights cuz damn them end game fights didn't fuck around. They just swarmed you with enemies.

In the end moments I genuinely thought there was gonna be a moment when the Emperor was gonna pull some shit to like take control of everything himself but he never did. He genuinely just wanted the brain gone. So we were 100% on the same side and so giving him the stones and everything was not an error it worked out.

Now in the cut scenes following the destruction of the brain my game kinda shit itself and stopped loading textures so things started to look absolutely bonkers for me and was a lil hard to follow. I think it's cuz I had been playing for so long my poor lil baby system was struggling to keep up with all the stuff it was throwing at me so I had to save, close the game and relaunch in the middle of the end stuff. Lae'zel peaced out, she was obviously not vibing with the fate of the prince guy. Understandably so. She did thank me for everything else that was done tho. Astarion was really upsetting cuz he was all ready to party, and then the poor guy started to burn in the sun and had to book it. kfdjghdkfjgh and then Karlach. Oh GOD. My poor heart.

I almost fuckin cried fam. She was about to die, and Wyll bust in going NOT ON MY WATCH and the pair of them peaced out to Avernus to save her and kick ass together. I would have offered to go with them but I had a funky lil wizard to worry about too. But I knew with the two of them they'd be okay.

The Emperor was just content everyone was free he said he'd miss my boy and thanked me for trusting him when most people wouldn't have. dkjfghdkfg He's a pretty cool dude.

And then there's this guy. This loveable lil nerd.

SO LIKE CAS IS GOING TO WATERDEEP TO MARRY HIS WIZARD.

It's actually fucking cute as hell and very fitting. I hadn't given Casvius a surname at all cuz they;re hit and miss with Tieflings. Some have some some don't, it's often a reflection of whether or not they keep family ties or if they've grown up outside of human culture influence and the like. I had it head canoned that he basically grew up in the Baldur Gates streets without a family but like managed and turned out okay. But he didn't have a surname at all cuz he didn't know what family he came from and didn't really care to find out. He figures his parents fucked up and he was the first tiefling in their bloodline and they panicked abandoning him. It wasn't an uncommon thing to have happen so it's what he kinda adopted as his own scenario too.

BUT NOW, HE CAN HAVE ONE. He can go marry Gale and be Casvius Dekarios. A name he's happy with and more than glad to adopt as his own.

ANYWAY This fuckin game is brilliant, and I hope it wins game of the year. Fuck. It deserves it. The scope of this game is unreal and you can tell a lot of love was poured into making it.

I'm probs gonna remake this boy and play again later so I can go back through parts that had been previously bugged and patched after I had passed them.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #oc: casvius

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northropi · 1 year ago

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Alright been a bit so sona update post.

Picture because these don't get a lot of traffic without one but I don't have much else at the moment ANYWAYS

I'll start by saying, as always, I have plans to tweak any characters I leave behind into non-sona OCs if I make big changes, and that's especially relevant here as all three of these characters are very suited to being PoV characters for stuff in the world. Each represents a domain of things I'm hyperfixated on and by extension a subset of stuff in the setting. Technology, biology, mythology. They have interesting dynamics as mostly comical frenemies. They all have interesting backstories and personalities.

And this is a problem.

None of them feel like me anymore. They've strayed from the ideal of how I want a character like me to look and act in an attempt to avoid having three characters who are just idealized versions of the author running around. Frankly on a bad day Theriadh in particular is... Almost uncomfortable. The way I do her jawline is visually nice but as a character who's just me she kinda gives me a twinge of dysphoria. Her personality has also grown increasingly unlikeable in an attempt to make her a borderline villain and it's dragged her into a darker place than I'd like- and I should probably fix that either way, but I'm not sure I want to fix the rest. Maybe it's time to just let her be her own thing.

499 is also just... Kind of nothing. I like how her canonical job as a character, initially as essentially a delivery drone and then adapted into running it herself to deliver supplies across her entire region, is something sort of menial, but helpful and a little whimsical. I'd rather have a job like that for my sona than The Arbiter Of Life And Death or something, OP sonas aren't bad but they're not mine. I also like that she's a robot. That's... That's it. Sorry girl I've been an irresponsible parent.

Q.C. is probably in the best place and I'm not sure it's just because I'm attached because she got more work done recently. Her backstory is nice, her design on a species level is very appealing to me with all the quirks Harpies and Vampires have (Harpies grouping with Fey in the setting so she essentially has a double-dose of weird vulnerabilities, magic antics, and compulsions, so literally me), but the character under that is... Not me. Developed, but not me, and even her looks sort of have the opposite problem of Thia where I made her too dainty.

This makes a good argument for sort of making Q.C. and calling it a day, though in practice I'd probably be splitting the difference between her and another character. The Vampire who turns her, I realized during a shower thought last night, should probably also be a Harpy, hence why they know each other- well, maybe. I could essentially just drop a genderbent Q.C. design, role as "magical member of the trio," and personality on him and then rework a (probably more Aequornithes-themed) Q.C. design out and just use her as my sona. Short of that, obviously, he also wouldn't need to be a Harpy, and there could be a dynamic between pre-mortem Q.C. and him of a sort of mutual mystique where one being Fey and the other being Undead puts them worlds apart and stuff.

However, I also just can't control myself.

I'd want mechanical features back, I think. There's just an occasional "oh to be a funny doll/robot" longing I have, which having three characters was intended to solve. Making 499 also made me realize that having a robotic character and having a character with robotic traits were really not substitutes for each other. If I just stop caring about the rules of my own setting a Vampire Robot would probably be doable but there's a certain game I'd be associated with (it's a good game, but I don't want my whole branding to come off as just a parody) and making it carry the equally important bird themes would be complicated. It's more tempting at that point to make a character that's just innately flexible on a conceptual level, and the idea of modifying Thia from an explicit Dragon to a more generalized monster has been very compelling for a long time (considering the species name Jabberwock, which is fitting because other than my tendency to throw big scary mystery words around I'm kind of the exact person the poem was making fun of).

The third and most developed option for a replacement character is back to robot, but in a more flexible way- essentially a techno-slime. Could rework herself to look different or utilize new pieces of machinery, letting her cover a lot of conceptual space. This is... Just a really cute concept, I think. I definitely want to keep an avian slant which could make that all confusing but we'll just say she chose a frame to inhabit most of the time that just looked birdy, because she likes flight.

Now, obviously, you might here me lay out three concepts once again and think "wait, we're back at square one." Well, true, but at this point I'm getting tired of not being able to just say "I'm Northy and this is my coherent, singular OC that represents my personality, Northy." I think I need to get back to that, even if it carries a lot of weird conceptual baggage. Or maybe I don't and just get comfy with having three again, wouldn't be the first time. Until then, uh... Hope this is actually appearing on people's feeds, seems I haven't been getting as much reach as before.

#artist sona #vtuber #rambles #sona art

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a-vicious-faithless-angel · 2 years ago

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Ok ok so just like alright um so yall I just ok alright,,,hear me out... Now I'm honestly debating on posting this simply cuz,,,,idfk I got anxiety n shit even tho.....I should honestly not care anyway not the point.

These guys....as lovers [Mind blown ik] I have so many thoughts...Like I already talked about their relationships with each other but I wanna go into different detail yknow? Like all together, I think these guys do really love each other, they've grown to really care and give a shit since they just have each other [Sorry I will never not mention how they only have each other yall] When I think of them as a whole its just a bundle of platonic dudes happily together <3 Who learn to be close with each other, that rely on that closeness as a source of comfort...God the thoughts...

But, honestly I dont even remember what prompted to put 2 n 2 together but I've thought a lot about Woods + Hackett as well as Dauda + Bishop [Idk if my last gtfo post was kinda telling or the post with just Bishop n Dauda] Anyway those 2 kinda plagued my mind, of course I think of all of them and or the other relationships but I just,,,,kinda wanna talk about that stuff yknow?

Woods n Hackett....gosh theyre so silly to me, I could go into my headcanons n everything another time [cuz some of those hcs hng ideas behind them hi yall] They're....not soft lovers but in their own way they are...Call it enemies to friends to lovers whatever you want I don't think they started off entirely liking each other, Hacketts sarcastic remarks kinda being.....a little jarring considering where they where! However like the rest of them, you grow used to it, expecting it. I believe Hackett was the 1 to really express his feelings n ask, Woods agreeing despite some internal thoughts [Hi] When I think of them, I think of them seeking each other, fighting away isolation. I think of tracing of skin, tenderly with rough calloused hands. I think of hidden kisses, hidden from the others, not out of fear but Woods preferring the privacy when he shows his affection. Theres the hesitation of being more intimate, of whispering those words, its been so long.

Dauda n Bishop are really interesting to me simply because I believe Bishop didn't develop and tried to push away those feelings at first but boy! You ain't leaving any of them for awhile! Better get used to this! No lol but seriously, there was already distrust and general distance he tried to put between himself and the others but after awhile, after all of those rundowns,,,slowly you open up, you lower that wall and let some people in. But someone more intimate like that? Fucking terrifying, big no no, nuhuh nope! He cares, and he will express his care in.....ways [aka sometimes being an ass!] But when I think of it, there's a lot of unknown, unfamiliar territory, almost like he's crossing a boundary, alas Dauda's a patient man who loves this pragmatic bald British boyfriend! He's patient with affection, allowing Bishop to go and test the waters. Holding hands, cupping faces, soft whispers shared when alone, of encouragement, of love, of hope.

When I think of them I think of "its been so long since I've last felt this/done this" Trust in someone they barely know, yet feel like they've known for years now. ...<3 Do I think the others will catch each other doing this? Yes absolutely. Do I think sometimes they joke about it n give them a hard time? Absolutely you know it; you cannot tell me Bishop would be getting on Hackett n Woods on a mission cuz they're off in another room being the worlds most quietest queers right then

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 1 year ago

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RiGHT SO! "Dear Hunter" is 100% intentional and "mortal fond" is also intentional, it's a reference actually! I read a short story anthology book a few years ago titled "How Beautiful the Ordinary", each entry is written by a queer author and one of the stories was titled "A Dark Red Love Knot". The phrase "I've grown mortal fond" was there and it's been spinning in my head for years now (I loaned the book to a friend and they've ceased contact with me, so I'll likely never get it back) I highly recommend reading "How Beautiful the Ordinary", it changed my brain chemistry

Some notes about magic and tech in this world:

So called "crossing over" requires magic. All beings are capable of harnessing magic, some have more control than others. Opening Portals is the only way to cross over. The first hunters who learned about the Fae Realm found an active portal in the woods. It was being guarded by hellhounds that they killed. The hunters crossed over, pillaged a village, and returned with so much gold they quit working and started taking on apprentices. To this day, no one (no fae) knows who opened the portal and forgot to close it. The portal is still actively open and to use it Hunters must either be apprenticed under a senior Hunter who has access to it, or pay a high fee to cross over. And the Hunters don't understand why or how it's stayed open all these years. So long as it's open, they'll use the ever loving shit out of it to their advantage.

Juno does not fuck around with magic. He had an enchanted eye but gouged it out after the shit mess left behind by Jack. He doesn't hate magic, he strongly dislikes using it but isn't opposed if it gives him the upper hand. Other Hunters are well known for their use of magic. Magic weapons. Magic chains. Magic to open their own portals (this kind of magic often requires an exchange if it's a human opening the portal. Fae don't need to make exchanges) (Dark Matters uses magic items and frequently rips open portals to the fae realm, and it is well known they never kill captured fae rather they hold on to them to treasure and open portals until they're deemed useless and "put down".)

Magic is like a woven blanket across the land. In some areas it's more bare others there's so much of it it's dense. In these areas it physically weighs down on a person. Using magic is like pulling a stray thread from the blanket. You don't want to nab the whole damn thing else you might suffocate and die. Magic will bunch up in these areas and be easier to access for humans. (I've taken this directly from Poison Study by Maria V Snyder. I loved this series when I first read it and it changed my perception of magic)

Monster Hunters typically disapprove of the use of monster magic for purposes other than opening Portals. Monster magic is thought to be more unpredictable than human magic (the same can be said about human magic tho from a monster perspective). Its not considered taboo to harness monster magic, just frowned upon. Its considered cheating in some sense.

Cars and comms both exist in this world. Computers are a thing. Juno is just tech illiterate and keeps paper records. Rita cannot do this and prefers using a computer. The HMHA has a computer database for her to access- bc Rita was the one to compile it. Juno brought her on board and she instantly made everything better. Bc of this the HMHA doesn't often question Rita's methods (and when they do they direct these questions at Juno who 99% of time answers "the fuck am I supposed to know? Ask her, she's the brains over here.")

does Juno own a car? Kinda? It's owned by the HMHA and is an old rust bucket with four wheels and an engine. Rita doesn't like it, Ben calls it a death trap, and Juno is waiting for the steering to go out on him someday so he can file for paid medical leave.

About the others (Buddy, Vespa, Jet):

In Juno's frenzied hunt to find the changeling he comes across an abandoned lighthouse in the Cerberus Province (a run down town on the coast line. The air hangs heavy with salt spray and the lighthouse hasnt been in operation for decades). A woman with green hair at the only bar warns him off. She threatens to slit his throat if he steps near it. She is notably armed with several knives, some of which Juno notes are made from Hunter grade material (he concludes she stole them or bought them off a black market). Others (an elderly couple and their granddaughter and her children) in the area are concerned there's a monster hiding inside. They hire Juno to investigate and execute it if there is one.

Juno breaks into the lighthouse that night and finds a werewolf inside. He has his gun ready and takes aim but before he can shoot the werewolf sprints past him, out of thw town, and across the valley. Juno in his confusion as he gets up off the ground is grabbed by the collar and face to face with the green hair woman from earlier and she is beyond pissed. She's ready to filet him when another woman with burning red hair, mismatch eyes, and several scars around her mouth tucks herself between them and asks for Junos help in tracking the werewolf but not killing it. She says "We know who you are Juno Steel, and if there's anyone up for this job, it's you."

Juno asks why she doesn't want him to kill the werewolf and all she says is "he's a friend when he's not in an a murderous rampage. And besides- you help us find him, and we'll help you find the changeling. And before you ask, there's a great deal of things we know about you Juno."

He says it's unfair he doesn't know anything about them. The red haired woman says "my apologies then hunter. My name is Buddy Aurinko." Aurinko as in solar elf royalty Aurinko. Their monarchy fell long ago in the Fae Wilds. The last Aurinko was captured and publicly executed by monster hunters. "Yes, that was my father. It was brutal what your kind did to him. Absolutely ruthless. And it was downright cruel what happened to my kingdom. But I hold no grudges against you, only those that wronged me."

The Aurinko Kingdom was hunted captured and burned to the ground. Their magic was stolen. Their history erased. All the Hunters that took place in the Hunt were honored and awarded with a chunk of Fae land in the realm. Many of them chose to live in the Fae Wilds and have since disappeared. Others keep it around for bragging rights.

The green haired woman is Vespa, and Vespa it turns out is just a human. She was once a well known, decorated, and respected hunter (specialized in field medicine). She vanished one day after not returning from a hunt and went MIA for years before being presumed dead. Vespa in actuality traversed the plains to the fae realm and met Buddy. They played cat and mouse (Vespa hunting Buddy, Buddy evading capture) until Buddy told her about her curiosity of humans and revenge. They found common ground (Vespa hating the Boys Club that many Hunters Associations basically is, Buddy wanting the blood of the people that killed her people) and with time gradually fell in love.

Buddy introduced Vespa to Jet. Jet was once a hunter who went out on a Hunt with the CPHA (Cerberus Province Hunter Association). In tracking the monster, he came across a portal to the fae realm and crossed over. Jet was attacked by the monster and severely injured. He was left to die alone out there in the fae wilds. Buddy came across him and hulled him by herself further into the wilds where she and Vespa were staying. Vespa tended to his injuries and he made a slow and painful recovery. Jet feels he owes them his life, Buddy asked for no such thing, and to compromise she asked that Jet "be a dear, and be her friend." Wording is important with Buddy. Jet sealed his commitment and has kept other Hunters away from the last Aurinko. Buddy grants him access to cross over freely.

Some years down the line, a monster was stalking them to the lighthouse and when Jet went outside to finally confront them, he was mauled. This is what turned him into a werewolf and if it werent for Buddy opening a portal to cross over, he wouldve hurt her and Vespa. Vespa hunted Jet through the wilds on her own and returned a week later with Siquliak hunched over her shoulders. Tired, hungry, and hairy- they were alive. All three of them were miraculously alive. This solidified their bonds.

Juno, Vespa, and Buddy find Jet out in the middle of nowhere after driving around looking for him for hours. Juno is told that if he fires a single round off, he will be dead and lucky if his body gets returned to his brother. (Theres a great deal of things they know about Juno).

Jet spots them and immediately lunges for Juno. Juno isn't fast enough and gets the wind knocked out of him. He's about to crack his pistol on the monster when a blur of red and green throws the werewolf aside. Vespa is huffing and puffing and taunting him, she has practice throwing knives readied. Buddy looms over Juno and helps him to his feet. "All we have to do, is keep him occupied until the sun rises and hits his coat."

They do their best giving Jet a good run around. Junos chest aches from when he got knocked down, Vespa is clearly fatigued (she looks like she hasn't slept in days (and she hasn't, not really)), and Buddy looks frazzled with messy hair and mismatched eyes. She's on the verge of tears and running out of options.

The moon sets. The sun rises. Buddy reaches a hand out and bends the sun's rays to her will. As the light touches Jet's form, his bones crack and his body shifts. He becomes more man than monster. He collapses on the ground with a loud, low groan of pain. Buddy heads to their truck to retrieve an oversized brown jacket and throws it over him. Together with Vespa they wrap him up and carry him to the truck bed. Jet groans again and slumps over tucking his chin into his chest. Buddy drives them back, Vespa sits between her and Juno (Juno is leaning against the window with a hand to his chest "resting his eyes", Vespa is leaning against him sleeping (if either of them knew this they'd be grossed out and trying to kill the other))

Back at the Lighthouse, Vespa is monitoring Jet, and Buddy is looking over the bruises on Juno while filling him in on whatever he wants to know about the changeling. When he asks about Jet, she redirects, "That wasn't the deal, Juno." If names are so important to fae creatures, making deals are as important to Buddy. Wording means everything.

Here is what Juno finds out about the changeling from Buddy: he was the one who told them (Vespa Bud and Jet) about Juno, he stayed for a few nights in the lighthouse before Buddy warned him to leave, he has no home, no friends or family, he's never seen the fae realm (Buddy offered to help him cross over perhaps even teach him how to and he declined), no one knows his real name, Buddy Vespa and Jet did not get to see his true face so they cannot say for certain what he looks like, he is very knowledgeable about cars (he spent a great deal of time with Jet looking over the truck and helping him tune it), and he gave them these- silver bullet casings. The exact ones Juno uses. That was how they knew about Juno’s gun using silver bullets (silver kills were-shifters, ie werewolves, werecats, wereboars, etc). That was how they knew about his bullets. Buddy tells Juno, "iron. Silver burns fae creatures like myself and the Changeling, but iron is what kills."

He asks why she's telling him all this. Why make this deal. She tells him, "Because you're hunting the changeling, not me, not Jet, and not my Vespa. The more I can tell you to help you, the more inclined you are to stay the fuck away from my family."

Buddy concludes their debrief by telling Juno where she believes the Changeling went next: out West. "That's the direction he left in so that's the direction I'd search next if I was a hunter. He was very disoriented when he arrived here. A lot of bruising on his face. He wouldn't let Vespa or I take a look at him but Vespa suspected he was dealing with a concussion." (Juno smirks to himself and rubs the butt of pistol with a little too much pride)

Juno calls with Rita and Ben that afternoon to update them on his hunt for the changeling and when he says he found a werewolf Rita gets very excited over the call. Ben asks if he's hurt, does he need a medic, and Juno reassures him he's fine. He says "The Big Guy was just out of his mind, that's all. He was cooped up inside for three days and three nights and just needed to stretch his legs before changing again. That's all. No one got hurt." Ben questions if Juno killed the monster. "No actually, I- I let it go." (Juno smiles to himself but upon realizing he is his face cuts into a deep frown. Ben on the other end of the line sucks in a deep breath and eyes Rita. When the call ends Rita says that "The gala changed Mista Steel... I wish he'd take a break but you know him." And Ben just nods his head, "Super Steel can't be beat..." Ben doesn't say anything else to Rita. He goes home and cleans the house. He has dinner, showers, and lies down. Juno didn't kill a monster. He let it go. What does it mean?)

Juno stays the rest of the day in the Lighthouse and spends one the night there. He dreams of sharp teeth, sticky blood, Miasma, Jack, and Benzaiten with his face torn off. He wakes several times throughout the night and in the morning doesn't feel all that great

As Juno is getting ready to leave and continue his hunt Jet makes them tea and has Juno sit down to chat. He sincerely thanks Juno for protecting Buddy. "She cares deeply about me and Vespa, and because of that she will often put herself in danger for our sake. Buddy has lived centuries longer than you and I can imagine. She has no one left but Vespa and I, and the same can be said about Vespa and me. If I did something to hurt her or Vespa, I would never forgive myself. They're far too important to me. They're my family... thank you Juno, you're not a bad hunter."

Juno turns that over and over again in his head. What does it mean to be a bad hunter? To be a good hunter? Whatever did it mean to be a bad cop? A good cop? Is he doing the right thing? Should he have killed Jet after all? He didn't hurt anyone this time but he might next time. He should report Buddy Aurinko for being alive. He doesn't. Why doesn't he? What's wrong with him?

Juno remains in contact with Buddy despite not wanting to. If she's so concerned about her family, she shouldn't have given him a way to contact her. But she did. He doesn't understand why. He does ask why and she reminds him about their deal, "Our deal was that you help us track down and retrieve Jet, and we help you find the changeling." Wording is important. It means everything. Buddy Aurinko is a fae of her word. For some reason, Juno doesn't fully believe or trust her.

I promised to deliver my thoughts about my monster hunter juno au and well, here you are @one-joe-spoopy (@esquemeencanta i got a feeling you'll wanna see this too so here ya go)

To recap from my last post: Juno is a monster hunter. Rita is his right hand lady. Ben is alive. Vespa is human. Rita is human. Juno and Ben are human. Buddy is an elf. Jet is a werewolf. Peter is a changeling.

I also mentioned last post about how changelings work but to recap: changelings are the abandoned children of fae. They are exchanged for a human child and live out their lives until they return to the fae realm or rip of their human parents face.

!This is your obligatory gore and violence warning!

there are different realms, most notably: Waking (where all the living are), Fae (elves, changelings, nymph and dryad, and ofc fae), Slumbering (the place where dead and lost souls wander). There may be others but so far Monster Hunters haven't found a way to cross over to them. Not yet.

Nureyev was found as an abandoned child in the streets of Brahma. Mag (human) took interest and took him in. He trained him to be a thief. Eventually, Peter turned on him and ripped his face off. His instincts had kicked in and he was starving. He had always been hungry, nothing could satisfy him until he held Mag's face in his hands. New Kinshasa monster hunters chased him out of New Kinshasa and hunted him throughout Brahma. He met Slip while on the run

Slip is a monster sympathizer. He sides with Petya and believes in a free world where no more blood is spilled. He turns a blind eye to Petya's bloodlust and has helped him in the past secure meals. Together they've traversed across Brahma to Saraswati and there Peter was cornered by monster hunters. He was captued, drugged, and released for a hunt. He ran back to Slip and in his confusion hurt him, causing Slip to fall unconsious. He was found and recaptured but not executed. They took Slip from him despite his efforts to fight back. For a time Peter wasn't sure if Slip would survive... Slip has since recovered but is wanted by monster hunter associations in Saraswati, Brahma, and New Kinshasa for his betrayal to humanity.

Peter works for monster hunters to evade monster hunters to keep Slip safe. His "Keepers" are a monster hunting duo that are rumored to keep monsters in cages. No one knows about Peter because anyone who did is dead. Either bc Peter ripped their face off or bc the Keepers eliminated them personally. Peter is their most prized possession. The Keepers are the monster hunters that found and recaptured Peter in the first place. They are the ones that took Slip away to be taken care of.

So Peter takes out other monsters bc he's told to. He also takes out Monster Hunters, eliminating his Keeper's rivals. Blood covers the path he's walked. He is very tired of living like this chained to them, but they're withholding Slip. So long as Peter works for them, they ensure Slip is safe. And so long as Slip is safe, that's all that matters to him.

Juno, meanwhile, was a punk turned cop. He worked alongside Puck Falco for the hcpd. A case led to an arrest of a 76 year old monster hunter who babbled things about the apocalypse and how they're all doomed if they let monsters run rampant. While in their custody the monster hunter is killed by a monster and sharpshooter Juno shoots the monster down. He's awarded and recognized and approached by Hyperion Monster Hunter Association, the HMHA. He's told its more high risk high reward than cop work. He wasn't going to accept the offer until they name dropped Benzaiten. "His life will be hell if you don't take this offer Steel. Monsters got their own hunters out there. And if we can find him just by a quick check on you, they'll find him too. It's all about exchange. Eye for an eye. Blood for blood."

Juno becomes a monster hunter to protect Benten. He resigns from the hcpd leaving Puck without a partner, and Rita follows after him. He tells her it won't be safe and he tries to urge her to go back to Puck to the hcpd but she insists that "ain't no one seen the potential in her like he has. And ain't no one taken Rita as seriously as him. And ain't no way she letting him do this dangerous stuff alone, he needs someone for back up and she's just the right Rita for the job."

Juno begins monster hunting. Benzaiten is endlessly worried for Juno but Rita always covers and soothes those fears "he's okay. I'm his back up and so far we've done great together"

Juno as a cop used regular bullets. Juno as Monster Hunter uses special silver bullets bc silver is known to burn and kill most monsters. He's armed with a pistol always but also owns a shotgun and sniper he breaks out for special jobs. He doesn't love his job, but it does indeed pay better than being a cop. He's content with his life and rather reckless.

Rita does not know of the horrors Juno faces in the field. If she did she'd be clutching her pearls and asking him what happened next. She knows its dangerous work but she doesn't have the blood on her hands. The HMHA raised a brow at Juno for bringing her on board, but they didn't question it any further when that was Juno's only condition he wanted to be met

Monster Hunting culture works so that hunters can take up job offers that are posted through their affiliated association, alternatively they can be hired by a third party. Going on "Hunts" is a group effort and usually involves senior hunters from an association capturing a monster, caging it, riling it up (prodding it with weapons, taunting it, starving it, etc) and releasing it to be chased after for sport. Greenhorn hunters frequently get injured or die during their first Hunt. All hunters participating have the opportunity to capture the monster or kill it. Either way they're celebrated. If a greenhorn hunter is the one to successfully kill or capture the monster, they are honored with a feast and recognized by either graduating from the Academy (this is what happened to Sasha), completion of their apprenticeship, or offered a position as part of the association (this is what happened to Juno. He was first approached to join, participated in Hyperion's Hunt, and was the one to kill the Hunt's monster (a gnarled dryad that was more forest than nymph))

Miasma is an eldritch abomination. A non newtonian fluid that solidifies liquid tentacles into sharp points that pierce Juno's skin and poke out his eye. The only way to stop her was to blow her up and contain her in a jar. Juno lost his eye and couldn't walk for months but Ben took care of him and Rita helped out. As soon as he could though he was back on his feet taking on job posting

Ramses O'Flaherty approaches him with an offer of a new eye and job. Juno accepts both (the eye is an organic eye enchanted by monster's magic. Juno is indifferent to having it, but other Hunters look down on him for it. They call him a crooked hunter, a dirty one at that behind his back) the requires Juno to act as a bodyguard. O'Flaherty is running for mayor and worried about being assassinated by monsters for his policies (he believes in a free Hyperion, rid of all the monsters, rid of even its Monster Hunters. Juno questions why hire him then and O'Flaherty asks why work for him if he wants to take away Juno's job. They're at odds sure, but Juno wants to be paid and O'Flaherty wants the peace of mind). Each task Juno is assigned by O'Flaherty, someone dies. Their eyes are scratched out, the tongues clipped, faces torn clean off. Juno thinks it's the Piranha and shoots them dead. Juno uncovers the truth and finds out it was O'Flaherty. O'Flaherty is a monster. He hired Juno to protect him from monster attacks, to keep his hands clean. Jack Takano is the first changeling Juno comes face to face with and never knew it until it was too late. He died starving but Juno buries a silver bullet in him for good measure. There's no reward or pleasure in it. He gets rid of the enchanted eye (gouges it out himself and nearly dies a second time losing an eye) and looks for different work. OldTown falls. A new hunting association moves in, NewTown Monster Hunter Association (NTMHA) and they're backed by Dark Matters. HMHA is not.

Shortly after theres a job posting for an upcoming art gala security. Some of the art on display and for purchase is art by humans. Other pieces are ancient "artifacts" belonging to monsters (humans don't know what they're actually for) Ben insists that he not take the job offer considering how his last venture as bodyguard turned out but alas. Juno doesn't know what's actually good for him or when to quit. He takes the job.

Juno arrives at the gala hours early to monitor set up. There's going to be a lot of elite socialite in attendance. There's a lot of hunters also on security like Juno. The gala starts and Juno is watching the front door. Benzaiten Steel enters the gala in a beautifully tailored suit hanging off the arm of a hot date. Junos stomach drops out from underneath him but ofc tonight should be safe. There's so many hunters in attendance. They'll be safe...

And there is so so so much more but yea know this is already a lot so I'll tuck the rest away for later ^-^

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forgwater · 3 years ago

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Your Turn Now

(general) Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

part 2 part-1 part-3 part 4 part 5

gender neutral reader

1518 words

tag: @anonima-2

warning: long descriptions, the word 'suicide' is mentioned, feel kinda enemies to lovers, this got kinda sad for a bit, also gives off slow-burn vibes, I think tried a bit of comedy too

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Well... if he's there, you'll just have to pay him back for your last meeting.

So, to come up with a plan. For some reason the fae don't seem to know there are humans here yet; maybe they've grown cocky. Whatever it is, this is good. You'll use this to your advantage. Unfortunately, the small bit of cover you have now won't be enough for too long, especially if they send scouts.

After a bit of thinking you all gather in a circle; and you are the first to speak. You made up your mind. You're not running away again. So you begin your speech:

"Whoever wants to leave, shall leave. I have a plan... might be suicide, but at least we would have tried something. The closest troops to ourselves are way too far to be warned in time, even if we all go, there is a good chance the fae will pick us all off. So, to whoever decides to stay and follow me, let's show the enemy what we're made of!" and with a few "aye's" you explain your plan.

The fae may outnumber you, but if your idea works, that won't matter much. So, let's get to work! You don't have time to send a scout, it would be too risky. You'll have to create some diversions, and sneak into enemy territory.

The goal?

Simple.

Capture their General

.......

Crouch low to the ground and make as little sound as humanly possible. This is the advice you send some of your comrades off with, though it applies for you as well.

'I have iron.' you say to yourself, as you get closer to the campsite. To infiltrate their territory, you'll have to overwhelm their senses. This is the best you have. While they are scrambling because of the new stimuli, you'll make your move. Head to the most important looking tent and hope for the best.

As your other groups start the fires, rock throwing, screaming and running, scaring the wildlife into a frenzy as well as sending most of the fae into action; you and a few others make your move. You weave through the supplies and tents, weapons at the ready. You hide in the slight shadows and behind anything and everything, you concentrate, you have to give this your best-... and then you see him.

And then you see him.

Clad in clothes that denote importance, eyes narrowed as he seems to be arguing with someone, another man, a fae, he wears very similar clothes to the former. They must be of the same rank. You'll have to wait for them to separate; you can't fight them both at once.

And while you wait, hidden and quite, you can't keep your eyes off him. Ugh! Just why did he have to be so damn handsome?! to hell with those thoughts! There- the second man just left, now when his back's turned, now... now's your chance! so you give the command and the man to your right follows.

Quick as the wind he charges at the red-eyed fae, and even though he's caught off guard he manages to dodge the blade, but not entirely. There's a small cut to his torso and blood is starting to flow from the wound. He grits his teeth, obviously in pain as he lets out a small 'tsk', it must feel like burning because of the iron. He takes out his sword and lounges for an attack.

And then an arrow, burning as if it's just been taken off the coals, embeds into his shoulder, he gasps and falters, surprised and angry- fire and iron must be a hellish combination. It would seem the stories about warding off the fae with red hot pokers are to be believed. Then a dagger is added to the mix and the beautiful man before barely stands, almost collapsed, stubbornly trying to get back up as he takes shallow breaths.

You kneel before him, bringing a torch towards him; he slightly flinches away from the heat... you feel your heart heavy, your stomach's tied in knots, you don't like this one bit; it pains you to see him like this, and it pains you even more because you're the one that caused the stated he's in now.

It's your turn to feel the guilt now.

You remember the look in his eyes that day... do you have the same one in yours?

You look at him; and he looks at you, eyes exhausted, before they light in recognition and surprise and then confusion; didn't he kill you? is this just a coincidence?

"I know..." you say and he seems to understand you, though he's slightly glaring now.

"All's fair in war..." his voice comes out raspy, barely above a whisper. "...and now you're going to try to kill m-"

"Oh, we're going to kill you alright; for all the carnage you've done!" one of you companions snarls.

"We're not going to kill him." is your response, it shocks both your companions and the fae, but before they say anything you continue "Grab him and let's go before the others find us... and before he bleeds out." and then the fae man gets hoisted on one of your comrades shoulder, just like a sack of potatoes; he lets out a grunt, the accumulated wounds will take quite a while to heal you suppose.

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....

You've managed to get out of the fae camp quite successfully; only two lost to the enemy, however you don't know how the other side fared, though they did lose someone important. Unfortunately you still don't know his rank, but you'll find that out when he wakes up; for now you'll have to stop and patch him up.

You decided to stop next to water, five minutes to catch your breaths and fix the wounded, no more; you're still not out of danger completely. You'll walk for as long as you can and then find a place to camp. You'll question the fae then, and you'll head for the closest troops next.

While by the water you take a look at him, his clothes are dirtied with mud and blood, not unlike your first meeting. His hair, although disheveled, is still black as the darkest abyss, yet you wouldn't mind losing yourself in it. His... eyes are closed for now, but his eyebrows are scrunched.

Your eyes get drawn to the horrible shackles around his wrists and ankles, it makes your stomach churn, but it is for everyone's safety; you can't risk it, you can't risk anything, not when you've come this far.

You dressed his wounds and yet the metallic smell of blood still lingers, clinging stubbornly to your senses. There is a groan and you instantly turn towards the fae. He stirs slightly and then he opens his eyes, half lidded and tired. He opens his mouth next.

"...guess I kind of deserved that.." he finishes his sentence with a 'heh' before he resumes "Could I have some water, my throat's quite dry..." damn it, even his voice is attractive, this has to be a curse! There's no other explanation for this!

Looking at him, you carefully hand him your waterskin.

"Don't pull any tricks..." you warn.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he lets out a satisfied 'ahh' as he hands back the container.

"... You know..." he begins "You've managed quite the feat in capturing me, I'll give you that, but don't count on me staying your captive for long." There's a warning in his voice and a challenge in his eyes, he want to see what you can do.

...Well, you suppose you'll have to show him then, no? So, you give into his game.

"And what makes you so special then?" you look him straight in the eyes, a slight smirk plays on your lips. He mirrors you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, his garnet eyes no longer tired, instead they glim with mischief and as he brings his face closer to yours and almost whispers:

"You managed to capture a general, dear! General Vanrouge at your service, though I don't seem to have much of a choice." he brings his shacked hands in front of him and slightly leans back.

...he looks like such a bastard with that look on his face, sarcastic and full of himself. Your falter slightly, and you feel your cheeks grow warm. Oh, curse the Seven for cursing you with this mess and these feelings, oh, how you wish to just scream already.

Then the general gets hoisted to his feet... and then over one of your companion's shoulder... again.

"Hey! Careful there!" the fae snaps at the man. "I haven't completely recovered yet, you know!" the man groans and sighs in return, mumbling under his breath "...we need you alive not completely healed..." and then he starts walking, gesturing for you to follow. "I heard that!" comes another complaint from the general.

....Something tells you this is going to be one hell of a trip, now with general Vanrouge in the mix.

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creweemmaeec11 · 4 years ago

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Villain X Hero Writing Prompt- Today is the Villain's birthday but due to a bad memory accosiated with it (and because the villain is kinda lonely) they dont celebrate. The villain has a battle with the hero with the hero merging victorious, kidnapping the villain. The villain thinks they've been kidnapped for information however the hero made made dinner and got a meaningful gift for the villain. Have fun with this prompt!

I love this concept. Villains being surprised with pleasantries is everything♡ I know I didn't quite get to the present part, but it felt like the right place to cut it off. I also just realized I kinda forgot about the "for information" part, oops. also I'm so sorry this took so long!

As if their day couldn't suck any more than it already did, the villain had to go and top it off with losing in a fight with the city's hero.

Could this day get *any* worse?

They were handcuffed in the back of the hero's police car, driving through the city, towards the city jail, just like they had so many times before.

The villain had escaped jail multiple times, so this wasn't much more than a large inconvenience for them, at least it would have been, had it happened on *any* other day.

The criminal in question had gone out to avoid sitting at home alone with their thoughts today. Having to sit alone with their thoughts in a jail cell was an even worse option.

Letting out a deep sigh, they flopped back against the seat. Miserable. They just felt miserable. It felt like they couldn't even see colour in the world around them anymore.

"You're much quieter than usual," the hero commented as they drove, "Is something wrong?

"Excuse me‽"

"You're usually more talkative. These drives have never been this quiet before,"

"What do you care?" The villain muttered as they turned to look out the window.

That's when the villain suddenly realized something.

"Wait, we aren't going the right way," the villain blurted out, sitting up straighter suddenly.

The hero in the front seat gave a laugh under their breath, "you only just noticed?"

"This isn't the way to the station or city jail,"

"That would be because we aren't going to the station or city jail,"

The villain felt their throat tighten.

"Where are we going?" The villain asked, trying and failing to sound demanding. There were notes of slight fear. Nerves.

In the rearview mirror, the villain saw the hero glance at them, before their gaze fell back to the road ahead.

They didn't say anything.

"Hero..." the villain tried, "Where are you taking me...?"

"You'll see," was the hummed response.

A feeling of dread settled in their stomach.

Looking out the window, the car was already on the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly the radio was flicked on.

The villain swallowed nervously.

What a day to go out on, of all the 365 to choose from in a year.

After driving for close to half an hour, they were well outside the city and into the surrounding woods, pulling up to what looked like a small cabin.

It wasn't that the villain exactly *blamed* the hero for what they were about to do. Clearly, they'd pushed the other too far, or maybe the hero had finally grown tired of their game of cat and mouse.

This just wasn't how the villain imagined themselves leaving this mortal coil. It was always in a blaze of glory, last stand type of thing.

Still, they couldn't find it in themselves to fight back. Not today. Perhaps it was fate, to be taken out on the same day it all began. Poetic, if not ironic.

The hero got out of the car, straightening themselves and stretching for a moment before turning and opening the back door.

"Are you coming?" The hero asked, before surprisingly taking a step back away from the door so the villain could get out on their own. Not like it mattered, the hero probably knew there was nowhere to run out here now.

"Do I have a choice?" The villain muttered under their breath, looking at the ground.

The hero had the *audacity* to look *surprised* at that. As if they were shocked the villain wasn't jumping with excitement to get this over with.

"Well, I mean... no... I guess... I'd like to think I'm not forcing you but..."

The villain sighed, before swinging their feet out and standing up. Luckily, they'd been cuffed in the front this time, which- now that they thought about it, was also abnormal- but it made it easier to get out of the car on their own.

Still, they felt the hero put a hand under their arm to help steady them -as if polite bedside manner would change anything, only for the villain to shrug them off.

"I'm assuming there's nothing I can say to talk you *out* of doing this, is there?"

"What?" The hero asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Ya know, pull the whole 'you don't have to do this, I'll be better, I swear' kind of thing?"

"Excuse me-?"

"I mean-" the villain continued. They were rambling now. Maybe the fear was finally fully starting to kick in. The desperation, because they really *didn't* want this. There was no way they'd allow themselves to beg, but- "it would be a lie either way, I guess, despite the fact I probably shouldn't have said that I'm assuming you'd already know anyway, so-"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," the hero said, placing a hand on the villain's shoulder gently, snapping them out of their spiralling thoughts, "What in the world do you think I brought you out here for?"

The villain rolled their eyes, "At least make it quick, will you? And stop acting oblivious or like I forced your hand. At least own up to what your about to do,"

The other's eyes widened as the final piece clicked into place, "You think-! I'm not gonna kill you-!" They cried in what could have been mistaken for horror.

The criminal furrowed their brows.

"I brought you here to *show* you something, silly!" The hero explained, before stepping forward and unclipping the handcuffs off the villain's wrists.

Said villain's eyes widened, "what‽"

The hero nodded, smiling, "I have a surprise for you,"

"What?!" They asked again.

The hero only nodded excitedly before turning the villain by the shoulders and giving them a gentle push towards the door, "Go on! Look inside!"

The villain glanced at the hero uncertainty before stepping forward toward the cabin.

When they opened the door, they froze on the spot.

It wasn't anything crazy.... the inside looked like any other cabin. Table, chairs, small kitchen and living area with a couch and tv. Warm glowing lights and-

A banner hung from the ceiling that read in large letters "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

The villain spun around so fast they nearly gave themself whiplash, turning to the hero that had sense come up behind them.

They jumped back slightly, words and air catching in their throat as they gawked at the hero like they'd grown 3 more heads.

Said hero laughed lightheartedly, "Surprise!"

"What..."

It was like that had become the only word in their vocabulary.

"I know it isn't decorated much, but I didn't think you'd like the cliche ribbons and streamers and party hats," they made some jazzhand-like gesture, "I was also going to blindfold you but I didn't think you'd let me do that either,"

The villain could only stare, like their brain couldn't process the words they were hearing.

"I also made dinner, and a cake! Oh! I also have a gift for you too!"

The villain didn't move.

"Oh, and one last thing, I gave up and the fun cliche stuff just for you so I'm gonna make you suck it up and accept a birthday hug,"

"Why..." the villain managed, "why would you..."

"Why not?"

"I don't deserve this, I don't-" their voice cracked.

"Hey," the hero said softly, taking a step forward, "I heard you didn't celebrate, and I couldn't just let that happen. Everyone deserves to have a good birthday,"

The villain couldn't find any words, but the single tear that managed to quickly slip out and down their cheek did all the speaking for them.

The hero gave a small, sympathetic smile before opening their arms.

Nobody moved for a moment, before the villain caved, stepping forward and looking at the ground. They didn't reciprocate, keeping their own arms close to their chest, but allowed the hero to wrap theirs around them.

They'd never realized just how much taller the hero was until they were basically burying their face into the heros collar.

The villain couldn't even bring themselves to care at the moment, because they suddenly felt so safe, which was bizarre, considering how they felt on the way, but here they were.

"I still don't think I deserve this. Especially from you," the villain muttered from where their head was still tucked down against the hero's chest.

"I don't think your qualified for that kind of thinking, considering what you thought you deserved on the way here, which I'm almost offended by, by the way,"

The hero was rewarded with a small laugh.

"So, come on," the hero said before suddenly pulling back. They reached up, gently using their thumb to brush away the tear track on the villains face, "no tears," They reached down, grabbing the villains hand to gently tug them further inside "let's make some better birthday memories,"

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misschifuyu · 4 years ago

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To choose a lover

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characters: ran haitani + rindou haitani

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Giggles and whispering comments were passed around, giddiness present in the voices that spoke out just a few metres away from you.

As much as you tried to focus on the tiresome work that was splayed out on the piece of paper before you, it was completely futile to drown the girls out.

It didn't take a genius to know what they were talking about. The school you were all under had the privilege - if one could even consider it as such - to hold two infamous students.

The Haitani brothers.

Whilst the eldest was in his final year, the younger still had another year under this roof until he followed in his brother's footsteps.

But there was really nothing to dislike about going to class when one had a literal fan group who's main topic was always them.

There were girls who preferred Ran, with his signature braids that they always wished they could undo for him; and others that would always fawn over Rindou's cocky ways and stubbornness, trying to catch his attention wherever he went.

The current conversation, however, wasn't just fixed on talking about their aspects.

Far from it. Sending each other questionable looks and making fun of those on the other side of the opinion, they were discussing who, out of the two brothers, was better.

Those on Ran's side had the advantage of saying that he was older, therefore more responsible and willing to take care of anyone.

Sure.

He would make the perfect husband, some were proclaiming. But...the youngest would always want to show that he is the strongest, the more dependable one, as a result of the inferiority that had always hung with him since they were young.

It wasn't that he was, he just hadn't pushed himself to be known as much as his brother had done all those years back.

Needless to say, it was an argument that would never see an end. At least not until the two left the school behind and continued up to wherever the future would take them.

It was amusing, from your point of view, to hear all of these discussions. For years now you had known the two, as close friends who had grown up on the same street, so you knew everything that there was to them, right down to what they actually did when they said they were studying.

Definitely something that the girls would be pushed back by if they ever found out.

But, if it really came down to it, you probably wouldn't be able to pick one out of the pack that they came in, either.

They both had their merits and faults, and, truth be told, neither of the two were that much of a pleasure to be around with, as much as their fans would beg to differ.

One thing was for sure, though. It had come into the light when the three of you had been hanging out one afternoon, without much else to do.

You had asked the youngest about what he thought about his notorious lower level when it came to comparing him with his brother.

It had simply been a spur of the moment, and you hadn't expected him to actually give a sorrowful response.

He was well aware that he was viewed as the weaker brother of the two, and as much as he'd try to prove otherwise, it had always been something that would eat away at him.

Naturally, both you and Ran had jumped to convince him that he was far from a weak person.

The fact that he was viewed as such meant nothing at all when it came down to the reality of what he was, and that there was no point in even listening to those ignorant - and frankly, irrelevant - opinions about himself.

At the end of the day, although you would never openly admit it near the oblivious fangirls, you held a considerable amount of affection towards the two of them.

Of course, they had their odd moments in which you only wished to hit them around the head with Ran's metal bar; but, all in all, they would always be your childhood friends.

So choosing between them was simply out of the question.

Both of them held an equal importance to you, so when a peculiar feeling started growing for one of them, you quickly averted it so it would be felt for the two, whatever it were to be.

They were two peas in a pod, and you weren't about to change this because of a measly crush.

However, the thought would only bug you more whenever you were all together. Such as the current situation, sat right between the two of them on the comfort of their couch.

Before even coming over, you had mentally ordered yourself to disregard the ridiculous thoughts that had flooded your mind.

The girls back at school hadn't help with the problem one bit, if anything they worsened the conflictive feelings; and now you were to spend the afternoon with the two.

One could only think that all odds were against them in such situations.

Head resting on Ran's shoulder, legs atop Rindou's, your eyes were fixed onto the screen before you. The reasoning behind spending the afternoon together was the airing of your favourite show.

However, you were now racking your brains over what you were supposed to do after the series ended. Watching a movie was the prime option, but you figured they would want to move from the couch and do something else.

And the two were very talkative, so you would have to, inevitably, push everything in your mind aside to prevent from even giving the smallest hint surrounding your thoughts.

Your stiffness didn't go unnoticed, and, soon enough, you felt a hand on your leg, startling you in an instant.

"What the hell is up with you today, Y/N?"

Rindou had lost all attention for what was playing on the screen, and it looked to be as though he had for a bit now. This meant he had felt your change of attitude well before he had actually asked about it.

"What? No, nothing...why?"

Knitting his eyebrows together, the blond looked over at you with a disbelieving stare. By now, you were sure Ran had shifted his interest towards the two of you.

"You've been all skittish since you got here. You got something important on your mind or what?"

Geez.

"No...I've just been thinking about something stupid, that's all. Don't worry about it, now let me watch th-"

"That being?"

Now you were cornered. From behind you, having turned to look at Rindou, a voice spoke out the question. In slight panic, you managed to come up with another way around it.

"Well...that, let's say, if I had to choose one out of the two of you, I wouldn't know who I'd pick. It's a silly question one of my friends asked today, that's all"

God bless the fan girls. You were sure to never judge them internally again, because they might have just saved your skin in the nick of time.

Your nerves calmed down as you heard Rindou chuckle at the concern, and you figured he'd just brush it off as another one of your peculiar inquiries.

However, as he fully turned towards you, it was clear that he wasn't about to let this go unfazed.

"Well, you can't just leave us like that without an answer. Go on then, if it was a life or death situation, who would it be?"

"Rindou...you know I'd get rid of both of you if I could"

You all laughed at your words, stirring the conversation into an area that you were certain you could get a hold of.

Each one of you was just as ridiculous as the next one, so it wasn't hard to divert difficult topics.

If only the youngest wasn't so damn pushy.

"On a real note, there's gotta be one of us that you like just a little more, Y/N"

Upon knowing that perhaps you had driven yourself into a dead end, you started to fumble with your fingers.

What the hell were you supposed to say? If you picked one, the other was surely to get the wrong idea.

"Um..."

A slight shift behind you made you turn your head, catching Ran just a little too close for comfort to your face. Great, just what you needed.

After a few, nerve racking, seconds in silence, it was the eldest of the two that decided to break the ice. You were all just wasting time there, after all.

"Listen...since my brother seems incapable of forming a decent sentence, what we've been trying to get at is which one you'd choose, because we've both liked you for some time now and we kinda need to know who you'd go out with"

Well.

Certainly an unexpected turn to your seemingly uneventful afternoon. It appeared that you weren't the only one struggling with the damned feeling that was a crush, but you hadn't gambled that it would be both of them...and for the same person.

You couldn't choose.

In the same way that you had to waver the feeling of more than just friendship between the two of them, there was no way you could pick one now.

It would be unfair for the other, especially since you would only be lying to yourself for saying that you felt nothing for the half that was left aside.

There was only one way out of this, unless you wanted to shatter the relationship you had built between them for the past years.

"I...both of you. I can't leave one of you out when I, well, like both of you"

A huge weight was lifted from your body the moment the brothers exchanged a look, followed by an agreeing nod. Far from the catastrophe you had gambled with, that much was sure.

As Ran leaned his head on your shoulder, Rindou gave you a bright smile, one that not everyone had the chance to say that they've seen.

"Wasn't so hard to say, now was it?"

No. What was going to be hard was having not one Haitani by your side, but two, as a partner. Sure enough, you were really going to know what their poor mother had to put up with now.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #fluff

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krastbannert · 3 years ago

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Aang interacting with the Freedom Fighters? Longbee keeping their relationship a secret because Azula is Fire Nation and they don't trust her only to stumble upon a cute azulaang scene 🥺

Okay, so, this ask is really old, I know, but I'm finally getting around to it. I wasn't really sure if you wanted a fic or like just detailing headcanons, so I'm kind of doing both? The fic portion is short, but hopefully it's cute.

Aang and the Freedom Fighters would, I think, I have a slightly tense relationship for a little while (what with the whole "blowing up a dam and trying to flood a town" thing). But, they'd come around eventually. It would be very awkward for a while, yeah - they've had vastly different lives and they're just different people to begin with - but they'd have something like friendship.

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“Do we have to leave?”

It’s the first thing he’s said aloud all afternoon, and she can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, Shot, we kinda do,” Smellerbee sighs, running her fingers through his hair. If she had her choice, they’d stay here for a while longer - forever, maybe - but they had to go back. Shot sighs into her chest, picks his head up and presses a kiss to her lips, one of his hands running up her side. She shivers, leans into the kiss for a moment before pulling away.

“Down boy,” Bee whispers. Longshot sighs dramatically, rolls his eyes, but listens - he knows just as well as her that they have to go back at some point.

(She hates it. Hates that they have to keep this a secret, but it’s for the best.

For now, at least. Until they’re safer. It’s only been two months since Ba Sing Se fell, and with those new Fire Nation girls that had joined Team Avatar - or whatever Sokka had decided to call the group now - Longshot wasn’t entirely comfortable broadcasting that they were together. Especially around Azula. The girl might have been Longshot’s princess, but that seemed to terrify him.

To be honest, Smellerbee wasn’t entirely comfortable broadcasting their relationship, either. She trusted Azula about as far as she could throw the younger girl - and that wasn’t very far.)

“What do you think of Aang?” she decides to ask as she tugs her pants back on.” Seems different than back in Gaipan.”

Longshot stops in the middle of putting his shirt on, tilts his head for a moment, then nods.

He’s grown up a little bit, Longshot’s saying.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Bee says as she slips into her armor, buckles her knife belt around her waist. Longshot snorts as she grabs his hat, jams it on her head with a grin. He just rolls his eyes and continues lacing up his wristguards. When he’s finally ready, Bee loops her arm through his, and start their hike back - they had a few miles to go, so they had plenty of time to themselves.

They barely make it a mile - talking about nonsense, about Aang, about Azula, about anything but the war - when suddenly Longshot stops, tugs her behind a tree, wrapping her up in his arms.

“Shot, come on, we gotta-” she stops when Shot puts a finger against her lips, nods toward the clearing in front of them. She slowly pokes her head out, squinting, and has to do a double take.

Aang is there, sitting on the ground, with Azula resting between his legs, leaning back against him. She can just barely make out Aang’s lips moving, see him guiding her hands, working at something - she can’t tell what.

“What the hell?” Bee whispers, looking up at Shot - he just shrugs.

I didn’t know anything about this, he signs.

She looks back, unable to stare herself away. Azula…she’s never had a reason to dislike the girl, it’s just that she’s always been so…aggressive. Intense. It’s strange to see her like this, working quietly with someone who was the complete opposite of her in every way.

(Seriously - Aang? Bee didn’t have a problem with the guy, not at all, it was just…surprising.)

Azula glare of concentration suddenly shifts to smug pride, and she holds her hands up in front of her: it’s…a flower crown. That…Smellerbee had not expected that out of Azula. The girl turns to show Aang, who takes it and settles it on her head; even with a crown of flowers, she looks absolutely regal. And she can see that the Avatar is thinking the same thing - the look on his face, it’s the same one she’s seen Longshot give her when he thinks she’s not looking.

It’s only a moment later that Aang cups Azula’s cheeks, and kisses her gently, and the smug look fades to peace and contentment.

(Oh, fuck, watching this feels weird, Bee thinks.

At the same time, though, it’s really adorable. Even if it is the princess of the Fire Nation the Avatar is sucking face with.)

“Guess we’re not the only ones with a secret,” Shot says. She glances up, and there’s a smile on her boyfriend’s face.

“What’d you wanna do?” she asks, but she already knows the answer.

“Let them be,” he murmurs.” They deserve a little peace, too.”

#krast answers asks #@writebecauseyoucannotbreathe #smellerbee #longshot #azula #aang #smellershot #longbee #smellerbee x longshot #azulaang #aang x azula #atla fanfic #atla

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chatonyant · 2 years ago

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Me laying in bed and coming up with different ways to emotional stab my ocs

And sometimes physically too-

Some of the ideas are just angst for the sake of angst and end up kinda cringy woe is me type scenarios but at the same time they're a pretty fun launching pad for ideas for genuine conflict

Something something lati feeling isolated due to Opal and Vel distrusting them

Something something Angel spreading rumors to further ruin Lati's reputation

Like miscommunication and slander scenarios are fun, I just gotta figure out how to not make them too ooc or boring

How would each character react? How do they pull it off? What are pitfalls of the trope that I want to avoid? What leads up to the reaction of the person affected by this?

So Opal and Vel could be discussing Lati before Lati arrives. Maybe they're discussing how they don't trust this change in personality and are on edge waiting for the shoe to drop. But also thinking that this is happening some time after the start of the story and they've interacted quite a bit before this point. So maybe they're talking about this mistrust but also mentioning some habits Lati has that they've grown fond of somewhat. Like Vel mentioning Lati talks a lot about magic. Opal stating they really like sweets. They can see each other and know each other, so just saying it while seeing expressions can show their intent behind those statements. But what if Lati hears this? What if lati is at the door and listening to their hesitance in trusting them? What if they hear the worry and anxiety they hold? And they hear them say things like they talk a lot and they eat a lot of sweets during their meetings? Maybe this is a bit of a sore point already, maybe these traits were something that has been pointed out before but in a negative light.

The pitfall of that scenario I'd like to avoid is the person leaving before hearing everything. Would lati do that? No. They're someone who wants to know a lot. So they stand there and wait, but Vel and Opal have finished talking and is just chilling. So Lati waits and realizes that's it. They aren't missing anything. And when they enter the room, it's been long enough since the conversation that it doesn't feel like Lati had listened in.

General goal: lati, who had thought they were becoming friends with Vel and Opal, hears things that makes them think that they were the only one who thought they were becoming friends. Lati is hurt by that but generally does not show this but slowly begins taking an emotional step back and distancing themself.

The whole rumor thing is trickier I think. Lati isn't really someone who cares too much about what others think of them, only valuing the opinions of those they like (vel and opal), but on that note, vel and opal aren't people who's opinions are easily swayed. So what kind of rumors are spread and why would that affect lati?

General goal(?): lati being overwhelmed and just kinda feeling bad and hiding in the garden where they're found by opal and vel but badly? Maybe angel finds them first and they get into a verbal fight which lati loses and is framed to be a bully which some people including opal and vel stumble upon; lati, realizing they can't salvage this, turns and flees.

Fun things figured out while thinking about different angst: Lati probably hasn't had affectionate touch since they woke up

Their parents are distant, they have friends among servants, and they are aware that whoever they were before they woke up did not treat their younger sibling affectionately. Said younger sibling (oleander? Name pending) does not trust Lati but is slowly warming up and now the two eventually get to a point if "can I get closer or is that too much" lati is filled with the urge to give head pats

Opal and Vel are people Lati wants to become closer with but this happens in a setting and situation in which affectionate touch is weird? Vel is Opal's knight and Opal is a prince and they're all meeting regularly because Lati and Opal were meant to marry but currently these meetings are meant as information gathering moments that dissolved into... basically playdates?? They are Hanging Out.

But regardless, not really a place where casual touch is a Thing.

And lati is bad at socializing and any acquaintance/friend they make ends up in a situation where casual touch isn't a thing and Lati isn't the type to initiate that anyways

So Lati is touch starved and doesn't realize this

Whole "casual touch happens and they freak" moment. Whole "they yank themself away and the initiator thinks they don't like touch" moment. Yippee!

I'm shaking Angel. Idk what to do with her. Idk something something friendship manipulation betrayal possibly. Am I smart enough for that. Dunno

Aaaa!!!!!!!! I'm just yelling ideas! Cause it helps! If anyone has ideas for me lmk! This is being submitted for peer review!

#alp go aaa #alp ocs #alp lati #gnawing on my tumblr #wondering how much of the story i want to say #but also liking when i tell someone the story and they help a lot in coming up with solutions #ok i do have people i can throw this at but also i want to say something to just be like #hey! yeah! this is definitely a thing i have!

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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2nd part.

Other: Both groups understand they have different ways of showing affection and closeness. Though Charles does hesitantly ask Jackie if Ran ever shows affection, to which Jackie answers that he does he just isn't a very physical person.

After Ran first attacks and injuries Ranbob, and once the groups get the two separate, they sit down and talk. The Gladiators go first, saying they've never seen Ran that aggressive and angry before and ask what Ranbob could've done. To which the Fishermen tell them (to an extent. Somethings they leave out as its best for Ranbob to tell them) and after sharing, ask what Ran's relationship with Ranbob was. Where Watson says Ran said before he had a brother, and they then connect the pieces. So in summary, the Gladiators know about Ranbob being controlled by Dream, what Ranbob as done, how it affected him, and what the Fishermen have done to help him out and the progress Ranbob has made. While the Fishermen know that Ran has said he had a brother (Ranbob said it too), Ran having to survive on his own for years, And Ran having nightmare's but don't know what they are about.

The Gladiators are skeptical of Ranbobs story, but after reading a bit of a dairy Ranbob recorded the experience in when able to, and both picture and multiple eye-witness accounts they eventually believe him.

He ran from the hunters for around 4 years, he also lived alone and learned to survive during his time, while being constantly on the move. Multiple times the brothers have said something concerning, either jokingly or very casually, but both ways the brothers groups have responded with utmost concern and basically interrogating them until they find out the events behind what they said. Where they then either leave it be, or there's more talking, comforting, and maybe even cuddle piles.

It happens once during the trip, when Ranbob just isnt having a good day at all, when he relapses he immediately tells the Fishermen (as he has grown to do), who then go to comfort him and do a sort of therapy. Ran immediately uses the relapse as evidence that he shouldn't be trusted and that he is still the same person he was before. While Watson, ignoring him, goes to see if he can do anything to help, while Grievous and Jackie try to lead Ran away to cause less stress for Ranbob.

It is confusing at first for them, and when their finally able to, they (both groups) ask eachother what different instincts their enderman friend has. And after exchanging it they just kinda leave it be then and accept it. Sometimes Cletus will laugh when he just randomly sees Ran carrying someone around and mocks them, but Ran tends to growl at him when he mocks the person he's carrying, so he doesn't mock em often.

He was only able to eat crackers, nuts and seeds, and dried out vegetables. So when he first goes to the Fishermen's house he's only able to keep down stuff like soup and again crackers. Though he's able to slowly work his way up to eating meat, which then he's able to keep most things down.

The gladiators are overwhelmingly happy about no longer following such a strict schedule and can spend their time doing whatever they want. The fishermen are at first a bit hesitant at adventuring, seeing as they never really adventured outside of their home to much before, but are still very excited to see new places and get new items. Cuddle piles are sometimes shared amongst the groups, but strictly when neither of the brothers are nearby, other habits like telling bed time stories and sharing supplies and food are shared amongst the groups. While a sort of therapy sessions type habit are only in the fishermen group. And making and testing weapons are only in the gladiator group. For nicknames, Ran- Tall man/Tall bastard, Jackie- Jack, Shorty(teasingly/jokingly), Watson- Dad, Grievous- Ugly, John, Gri, Ranbob- Bobby, Benjamin- Benny, Ben, Charles- (Just Charles), Cletus- Wildfire, Little shit (Isaac only calls him that, Benjamin doesn't like it though), Isaac- Saac (pronounced as Isaac without the I, or just Zack).

The fishermen live a calmer, more quite life. Where the most active they've gotten is going to Mizu and getting Ranbob and a few attempted robbing. While the gladiators live a very active and fighting filled life, with only a few breaks where they can do whatever they want too. The fishermen are more accepting of outsiders and willing to give them a chance in their group. While the gladiators, you need to prove you can earn a place and are more tight in their group (Which is partly why it means so much to Ran and shocks him when his haunting welcomes Ranbobs group into their group). The fishermen are more freewilled, not having to follow a schedule. While the gladiators do follow a schedule and typically don't get much freewill.

They originally wanted to live in Mizu. But after the discovery of the Dream Mask Benjamin stated that it was far too dangerous to stay, much less live there. So they instead just went and looted the area then left

As of now I do not plan to add anymore characters. Maybe they'll meet some while traveling but im not positive yet, if they do meet someone later on though it'll probably be either Wilburs decendent, or if I include other Tales I'll include them probably.

It is very hard to convince Ran for a good while that what happened to Ranbob was the truth, but when he does finally accept it he's horrified. He feels incredibly guilty about leaving his brother and doing nothing during this whole time other than making it harder for him to recover. And immediately does what he can to make it up and help him out. And to the relief of the others, the brothers start to grow closer again, although there's still some problems. It took multiple tales of Mizu and Dream from all around the world, some very old records about how manipulative Dream was and how it seemed he had supernatural powers, and even finding Ranbobs journal and deciding to read it for safety reasons (where its recorded Ranbobs deteriorating mental state and all of the events where Dream came in, and even Dream wrote in it sometimes, comparing it to Ranboos Memory Book.)

Personalities (More may be added later): Ran- Secretive, protective, quite, joking when gotten close too, patient, serious mostly. Watson- Kind, very approachable, the father figure, logical, has a very comforting presence. Jackie- Playful, joking, mean at times, teasing, loud, energetic. Grievous- Very kind, energetic at times, quite, prankster, hard to trust someone. Ranbob- Quite, shy, well-meaning, clumsy, hesitant in things, very eager to please someone. Benjamin- Truthworthy, comforting presence, kind, approachable. Cletus- Chaotic, mean at times, prankster, loud, confident, energetic. Isaac- Leader figure, kind, logical, playful. Charles- Quite, shy, anxious, smart, logical. And idk if you want him too but Porkius- Confident, arrogant, hard headed/stubborn, hard to talk with, but extremely willing to make changes and call off events if serious injury to anyone is threatened.

Sorry if some answers are dull, I had trouble coming up with answers and wording some of them. But as a bonus I thought of something that could happen while traveling (while they've been traveling for almost 5 months now). Maybe a thunderstorm is coming in and the group is trying to find shelter and they find it mostly in time, but the brothers start to really get into a verbal fight during the searching and so start to lag behind. And just as it starts to storm more Ran screams and yells "YOUR NOTHING MORE THAN AN MURDER! NOTHING YOU EVER DO WILL MAKE UP FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE!"(or something similar) Which just really breaks Ranbob, and the two stand across from eachother in the rain, before Ranbob chokes out a heartbroken agreement and runs off. Ran almost going to chase after him, but deciding not too, and going to meet up with the group. Also Ranbob having a nightmare about when he first saw Ran again and is terrified in the nightmare, as no one is there to actually stop Ran this time (this happens before the thunderstorm part). So he does actually begin to kill him, and during the dream he keeps seeing glimpses of he and Ran as kids, being so close and laughing and everything. Then just before he wakes up he sees a younger, tween Ran directly next to the Ran killing him, and the Vision Ran's face is frozen in a scream of terror and heartbroken look in his eyes, and his eyes are filled to the brim of tears (which is the exact moment a Ranbob controlled by Dream turns the blade on Ran suddenly). Which just completely breaks Ranbobs heart, and when he wakes up, with tears frozen on his face, he can't look at Ran for days without seeing the terrified face of his younger brother.

1: So they’re pretty chill about it. Alright.

2: Fairly skeptical, but still willing to help out, and eventually coming to agree. Interesting. Ranbob has a diary? From before? That must be quite the interesting read. How much did young Ranbob understand was going on? How did he feel about it? Just how much does his diary show of his mental decline? Does he still have it? Were the Gladiators supposed to be reading it, or is it more of a ‘I found this, let’s see what’s inside’ thing? And I know the eye-witness accounts are probably the fishermen, but what are the pictures? Of Ranbob before Dream, back in Mizu? Of Ranbob when the fishermen found him?

3: Casually drops trauma on them, huh? What kind of things have been said? How much of it do these two traumatized gremlins think is the norm? Does Ran have any particular enemies with the hunters? Was it hard for him to settle in one place again?

4: What do these relapse consist of, exactly? Ranbob becoming aggressive? Trying to run? Can’t imagine Ran’s too happy Watson ignored him about it. What was the aftermath of this event? Does Ran know what a relapse means, or does he just overhear and assume?

5: So Ran totes people around, and Cletus occasionally makes fun of them. How long before someone points out that Ranbob, as you put it, follows them around like a lost puppy, in retaliation?

6: The more I hear about Ranbob, the more I kind of want to wrap him in a warm blanket, give him cocoa, and go threaten Dream with bodily harm. That kind of food isn’t exactly great nourishment. If that’s the kind of thing he was eating, and only once every three days, I’m not shocked the Fishermen managed to force him into a room. Or that his house kept falling on him. Poor guy must be a malnourished noodle-stick. Honestly, he sounds light enough Cletus could probably carry him around. Or a breeze could. Hopefully he gets a little more weight on him, he needs it.

7: Sounds like the first few days of the trip are probably pretty chaotic, with everyone adjusting. But they sound like they’re having fun, so that’s good. What kind of things are the two brothers doing to be gone long enough for their groups to be able to cuddle pile for a bit? Gathering supplies? Do they just know, and do their own thing for a bit so their hauntings can chill together? And Bobby, huh? Sounds an awful lot like what Ran used to call Ranbob. Who exactly revived the nickname, and what was both Ranbob’s reaction to it being brought back, and Ran’s reactions to hearing it again?

8: The clash between lifestyles seems to be a pretty big one. The gladiators are a bit more willing to jump into things, and the fishermen are generally more open. Seems like they’ll contrast nicely once things settle down. So it’s kind of a big deal for the gladiators to just welcome the fishermen? You said they have to prove themselves. Do the fishermen ever end up doing something like that, or are they just an exception? Or is it that what they’ve already done proved themselves?

9: They just loot the place, huh? Do they keep what they find or sell it? What’s Ranbob’s feelings about that?

10: A Wilbur descendant? Interesting.

11: Oof. Well, at least they’re figuring it out. So there’s records about Dream and such? Do they just happen to find them, or are they led there? Who wrote those records? Does Ranbob notice when they find them, find some himself, or is that part of the trip he doesn’t know about? And Dream wrote in Ranbob’s journal too? Yikes. That must have been terrifying for Ranbob to experience. He compared it to Ranboo’s memory book, huh? Did that mean Ranbob figured out that something similar was happening to his ancestor? If so, how did he feel about it? And how does Ran feel about Dream’s part in all this? What does he do once he finally accepts it? Hug Ranbob? Apologize? Try to murder Dream?

12: Sounds like quite interesting group there. Charles and Ranbob both being shy sounds adorable honestly. Porkius sounds like he knows what he’s doing, and does it well.

13: They don’t seem particularly dull to me. But thank you for the heart-crushing scene, I’ll cherish it forever. Do the fishermen chase after Ranbob? How do the gladiators feel about that whole thing? Does Ran feel a bit guilty about it?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #isaac #benjamin #cletus #ranboo #charles #tales from the smp

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dreamgirledward · 3 years ago

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ok so i wrote a drabble in the tags of this hysterical post then they got FUCKED but i still liked it enough to copy and paste it here in the proper order (with some polishing) pls enjoy <3 the whole thing is under the cut bc it got kinda long 🤡 ty @thighholstered for inspiring me on this thursday night when i have like 2 assignments due at midnight

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thinking about how easily tragic it could be for dean to find out mary's 'homemade' pie, the source of his warmest childhood memories of her, wasn't homemade at all.

but he doesnt mope about it. he gets up one day and goes FUCK IT. his whole life has been a goddamn tragedy. he had his childhood and innocence taken from him, and after that fire, he never had a home or a stable family environment. why the hell would he have the one comforting thing he'd been holding onto since he was 4 years old? but now, he's got his own 4 year old and a home and a proper life and damn if he's gonna make cas and jack (and sam, fine he can have some too, but he better not hear about calories when the time comes), the best pie they've ever tasted, he will.

he uses this revelation to bake a pie himself for the first time in his life - and he's all in. he considers every single element and looks up recipes written by old ladies that have been perfecting their pies for like 50 years and compares them to see what route he should be taking.

he's determined to make the whole thing from scratch, particularly the pie shell and crust. he gets to work: he practises all night for a few days in a row trying to get the dough just right. once he's finally satisfied it'll be a good shell for the filling, he decides to settle on apple. start small. classic. he can work his way up to blueberry, cherry, or strawberry eventually. he starts to find just the right types of apples because the ladies on the internet said the mix is important and not every apple is best for an apple pie, and oh. this is slightly more daunting than he initially thought.

he doesn't even know the different types of apples. he's always just associated them with colours. he didnt know they had different names and flavours.

so he just awkwardly approaches sam one day and asks him about his favourite apples as casually as possible. which is not casual at all apparently because sam is staring at him like he's grown a second head now.

"jeez sam im just asking what your picky ass prefers because im going on a grocery run and i dont wanna hear you bitch me out for not buying anything that's grown from a tree or the dirt." for some reason he doesn't quite know what to do with his hands.

and then it slowly dawns on sam and he tries hiding his smile behind a hand because he's heard dean grumbling in the kitchen at 3am for the past 4 days rolling out his dough and cursing whenever it didn't end up the way he wanted. so he just joins his brother and helps him pick out a variety to test out and says nothing when he notices dean's embarrassment quickly dissipate as he picks up apples to smell them (probably for the first time) and nods seriously as sam explains what makes each one unique. it takes like 5 or 6 separate pies with different mixes and ratios of gala and granny smith and honey crisp and pink lady for them to finally settle on the best combination. and after a month or two of practicing day in and day out and a million taste tests between the two of them, he's finally ready.

on september 18th, he brings out a perfectly golden apple pie and lays it gingerly on the table in front of cas. there's 4 slits in the middle and carefully stencilled decorative dough leaves resting on the crust. cas just blinks down at the pie and asks what's going on. dean clears his throat nervously before explaining:

"well, i found out the one thing i thought i could associate with home was actually store bought this whole time, so im making it our family's tradition to have homemade pie for your birthday."

cas, who's gaze hasn't left the steaming pie, takes a moment to let that sink in, and slowly leans forward to take an inhale through his nose, closing his eyes in the process.

"it smells delicious, dean."

dean lets out the breath he never realized he was holding in relief. jack quickly leans over the table to follow suit, sniffing much louder than cas, and exclaims, "did you really bake this dean?!"

"i really did."

"the whole thing???"

"yeah kiddo, the whole thing," dean chuckles.

"it's so pretty!"

dean reaches over to ruffle his kid's hair affectionately. "why don't you grab the ice cream for your dad while i slice this bad boy up, jack?"

jack excitedly bounds towards the freezer, and sam gets up to help him as dean begins cutting everyone a piece. the sound of the crust crackling fills the kitchen and dean grins inwardly in satisfaction. it took him what felt like forever to know exactly how long to leave the pie in the oven for it to get that crispy while the filling stayed perfectly juicy.

as he lays the first slice of the pie before cas he murmurs, "yknow cas, if you still want a cake for your birthday i can totally make you a cake, i know i didnt really ask you if you wanted-"

cas cuts him off with a soft kiss on the nose. "dean. i love it."

if dean wasn't (thankfully) distracted enough, determined to make every piece perfectly symmetrical, he'd probably melt into a puddle of goo on the spot.

"good. happy birthday, angel."

"thank you, dean."

jack's practically skipping back to the kitchen table with the vanilla ice cream, sam in tow with the bowls and spoons.

"can i have pie for my birthday too, dean?" he inquires excitedly.

dean smiles down at his kid so hard he feels like his cheeks might burst.

"i can make you pie whenever you want, jack."

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#they are a family!!!!! and he's baking for his family!!!!#cooking is not only a life skill important for everyone to learn but it's also a love language <3 #that's why dean loves to cook #it's his way of saying i love you #pinkinthenightdean drabbles #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #jack kline #long post #dean studies #sammy.txt

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harrypotterhogwartshitpost · 4 years ago

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A Thoroughly Modern Mystery, by @harrypotterhogwartsshitpost

Overview: A modern day twist on a hogwarts mystery story.

Episode Twelve: Curse

It’s a hot summer night in a small town in muggle Georgia. A girl, around twelve, sits in her bed, clutching her pillow in tears. Panic! at the Disco plays on a cheap speaker. She screams along and the tears begin to flow harder. She holds her pillow as tight as possible, shaking. She wants to go back but she can’t. She finally got a taste of a better life, and she can’t go back to it.

Not that her life right now is all that bad. She stays in a decent house, she has her own bedroom, plenty of food. Her uncle loves her very much and tries his best to take care of her. But there’s something- someone missing. Someone that all the money in the world (which she pretty much has) can’t replace. A constant empty feeling inside of her.

“Hey Victoria, I got some letters from your magic school.” A man opens the door, sitting the letters on the edge of the bed and leaving. He doesn’t have the means to get involved right now. He knows it’s best to give her her time.

She goes to open the letters. There’s two. The first one reads

“Wotcher Vic! I hope you’re having a good summer in America. I asked my mother what it’s like there, but she didn’t answer… I think mum said I’m supposed to go to the burrow for a few days soon. I spend a lot of time there. I’m sure you can come too if you have the time! The Weasley’s love company! … I think… Hope you write back soon, Tonks.”

She smiles a little at the letter, folding it back up and sliding it into its envelope before opening the second letter.

“Hey Victoria! How’s your summer? I told my father you live with muggles and he has like a thousand questions. He loves muggle things, he even keeps an old muggle car behind the house. Mum isn’t a fan, but I don’t think he’s gonna get rid of it. Tonks is supposed to stay for a few days soon, she does that every once in a while. I’m sure you could come too if you have time... Mum loves having company! Oh! And Bill says “Hi” as well! Write back soon! Charlie!”

She smiles again, Charlie’s letter even has a little heart at the end. She puts the letter back in the envelope. Those are her best friends at Hogwarts. She met them while waiting for the sorting ceremony, and they've been practically inseparable since. She tries to get up to write them back, to tell them she was super excited to receive their letters but cheer tryouts are next week so she can’t visit, but she doesn’t have the energy, instead she finds herself laying on her listening to My Chemical Romance.

“Vic! Vic! Victoria!!”

Victoria jumps a little, and she’s back in her dorm room, alone, under the black lake. She’s clutching her pillow and tears are streaming down her face. Blink-182 plays in the background

Charlie walks in, sitting down on the end of the bed.

Charlie: Are you okay? Bill says you never showed up to investigate the curse with Rakepick. He’s worried sick.

Victoria can’t give him an answer, instead she just keeps crying. Her eyelids start to feel heavy as hot tears fall down her cheeks, blurring the picture of Charlie sitting in front of her.

Charlie: It's okay Victoria.

Charlie tries to comfort her.

Charlie: Deep breaths, okay? Deep breaths. What’s wrong?

Victoria takes a few deep breaths. She feels her lip quiver as she tries to hold back the tears. After a few more breaths she’s able to force out a few barely audible words.

Victoria: I- I- I could- I- I- couldn’t- couldn’t go.

She immediately starts sobbing again as her head fills with thoughts.

Charlie: Why?

Victoria: J-J- Ja- J- Jacob.

Charlie: Wh-

Her voice is shaky. Sniffles and unsuccessfully held back sobs interrupt her sentences.

Victoria: J-J-Jacob fell victim to- to- to- to a- a- a- a curse, th- th- tha- th-that’s how he disa- disappeared, I know- I know he did.

Charlie: No one’s seen or heard from Jacob in year’s, how could he?

She sniffles big, attempting to stop snot from dripping out of her nose.

Victoria: He-he told me. He speaks- he speaks to- to- to me in my head- in my head sometimes.

Victoria: He’s in th-th-the portrait vault. I could- I- I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go- go- g- go look at someone else’s sibling, tr- tra- tr- trapped li- like Jacob.

Charlie: That’s understandable Victoria.

Charlie reaches and wipes Victoria’s tears with this sleeve.

Charlie: It’s completely understandable.

Victoria: I’m the- I’m the curse.

Charlie: What?

Victoria: I’m the curse. I’m the- the reason people got frozen, sleepwalked into the- the forest, got sucked into a- a- a- portrait. my own friends, and- and- and their sib- siblings.

Victoria: Ben was- was stuck in cursed i- ice all year... Bill got frozen to, but I happened to be there to finish off the-the-the vault and- and unfreeze him. Tu- Tu- Tulip sleepwalked into the forest, now Be- Bea- Be- Beatrice, P-P- Penny’s sister is in a portrait. It sucks knowing Jacob is- is like that, but for Penny to-to- to be here- to be here when it happened, to get to wi- witness it, I can’t imagine...

Her tears start to flow harder, her words become practically inaudible.

Victoria: May-may- maybe everyone wa- w- wa-was right my first year... I should- shou- sh- shouldn’t be allowed at- at- at- at Hogwarts...

Charlie: Victoria, that’s not true and you know it...Jacob got into some dangerous business while he was at Hogwarts, and that’s not your fault. All you’re doing is correcting the wrong he did. Now, what’s going on with all this? Are you going to be okay?

Victoria: Remember right after our- our first year ended, you sent me a- a letter.

Charlie: Yeah...

Victoria: Tonks sent a- a letter too, they arrived at the- at the same time. I was reliving that day. This- this playlist was playing, I was clutching my- my pillow crying like that.

Victoria: I’m sorry I never responded to- to your letter Charlie. I wanted to. I really did, I promise, but I never found the- the energy to leave my bed and write one- write one back. I was so upset the school year was- the school year was over, all my friends were- we- were gone. I missed my dorm, my classes, my- my friends, Jacob...

Charlie: It’s okay Victoria, that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore, what matters is you’ve grown since then, and things have gotten better. Now come here.

Victoria sits up and hugs Charlie.

Charlie stands up and picks up Victoria.

Victoria: Damn, you can- you can carry me?

Charlie: I don’t know what you think I do in my free time.

Victoria: Wh- where are we going?

Charlie: You’ll see.

Before she knows it she's Charlie’s dorm. Bill is sitting on Charlie’s bed, he looks really worried. Charlie sits Victoria down next to him.

Bill: Victoria! Are you okay!

She’s still crying, but it’s a softer, quieter cry now.

Victoria: I-I- guess.

Charlie: I figured it’d be good for her to be somewhere where she can get some real light, instead of being stuck in the dungeon under the lake. She can sleep in my bed tonight.

Victoria looks up at Charlie

Victoria: I love you.

Charlie: I love you too Victoria.

Bill: Are you okay Victoria? Why didn’t you show up to investigate the curse?

Victoria: Can we talk about this later? I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep.

Bill: Yes, of course.

Victoria holds onto Bill tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him, nuzzling her head into the crick of his neck. The feeling of being so close to him instantly makes everything seem a little better. She feels safe enough to let out the rest of her tears out onto his old t-shirt, while he rubs her back gently.

Victoria: I love you Bill.

Bill: I love you too.

She stays in his arms for a while, not talking, just enjoying his embrace as he plays with her hair. Eventually she begins to yawn.

Bill: You sleepy?

Victoria yawns again

Victoria: No.

Bill smiles.

Bill: I’ve already learned what that really means.

He sits her down in front of him and starts to get up.

Bill: Good night Victoria. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Victoria’s voice is sleepy.

Victoria: Goodnight.

Charlie: It is getting near bedtime.

Victoria moves over, giving Charlie room to join her

Victoria: Can we cuddle-

Charlie: You don’t even need to ask.

Victoria rolls over, wrapping her arms and legs around Charlie, spooning him.

Victoria kisses his ear softly and begins to play with his hair.

Charlie rolls over, facing her. He kisses her slowly, pulling her in closer. Victoria feels unexplainably safe in his arms.

Charlie: Are you feeling better?

Victoria: Yeah.

Charlie: Is everything going to be okay?

Victoria: I think so?

Charlie: You sure? I know how it gets sometimes.

Victoria: Yeah. Yeah it is. It’s already starting to pass. The um- the emptiness, the sadness- the self loathing and self doubt, all of the ‘what ifs’, they’re passing.

Charlie: That’s good. And if there’s ever anything I can do, please just tell me.

Victoria smiles a little. Charlie smiles back at her. After a moment they kiss, softly.

Victoria: Do you think Percy knows?

Charlie: Hmmm?

Victoria: That we smoke weed? I mean maybe he knows more than we think? He knew about me and Bill, and he did call you a ‘drug-addict’ the other day.

Charlie: I’m not sure what that really has to do with anything right now, but absolutely not. He’s the least chill person ever. He would have definitely told mum and probably the authorities. He was just talking about my mood stabilizers, ya know, that keep me sane.

Victoria: I was just thinking about it and some of the other things he said while I was kinda zoned out. But yeah, Percy’s kinda an ass.

Charlie: You’re right, he is an ass, and so is his rat.

Victoria: I just can’t believe he’s so mean to you.

Charlie: It is what it is. I try not to let it bother me too much.

Victoria: Good, you shouldn’t. You’re perfect, no matter what Percy and his rat say.

Charlie rolls his eyes and laughs a little.

Charlie: Yeah yeah yeah...

There’s a beat before they kiss again, and again, and again…

Victoria pulls back.

Victoria: You’re the best best friend.

Charlie smiles.

Charlie: Yeah...

He kisses her again.

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purplerose244 · 5 years ago

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Thoughts journal Ninjago season 13!!! 🤩🤩 (3/4)

I am enjoying the season A LOT. The reveal has been thrown already, everything seems to be leading towards something special about Rock Mom and I couldn't hope for something better!! I know Lou will be back so I guess a flashback?... I'M SO EXCITED 💕💕

Alright, let's start!!

DUNGEON PARTY!

Side note, we're past the season and no Nexo Knights reference. Me sad, but me not quitting like ninja!! 💪💪

Korgran of METALONIA?!?! WHERE KARLOF COMES FROM!!! Oh you just love to feed me with good throwbacks, now do you Ninjago crew 😍

Plundar the thief, yeah, the attire gives it away although it is nice. And Fungus... huh... well that explains the mushrooms on the hat I guess 😅

Yep, there we go, a party of adventurers, the DnD situation promised 👈👈 He said loot, I saw a 20 faced dice, nice nice

In these recent seasons adventurers just won't like to do adventures for one reason or another, first uncle Powers, now these guys? I mean Ninjago is in danger every freaking time and you risk your life at every step and there's a new formidable villain every like five seconds but... huh... what was my point again?

THE ANIME STYLE IS BACK 😂😂 Oh boy I can tell we're in for a train to crazy town

I'm thinking this dude looks a lot like He-Man... of course he does, the HECK, am I noticing this just now? 😑

I do agree with mister Korgran's father reluctance about talking like that (I saw too many anime characters like that 😂), but Karlof uses the third person too. Either it's common in Metalonia, or there's a general lack of education there 😅 (I LOVE METAL BOY I MISS HIM 🖤🖤)

Talking axe that doesn't talk, nice 😂

Okay... okay, I need a moment

This is too cute. I know her head is a bit too big but LOOK AT THEM 💛🤍💛🤍 Has Chompy never grown?... wait he did got big that one time... okay... okay, never mind

Well that's a pretty nice party, you got your barbarian, your magic user and your rogue. Kinda misses a healer but still... tomorrow I'm doing a DnD session with my friends and I wanna sound like I know stuff 😂

I just noticed that I haven't seen hidden trap doors like that since Chen, the ABC of villains right there my friends 👆

So the King didn't become evil just because of the skull, he actually wished to obtain it and use the dark power. I get that he wants to defend the city but he is basically remorceless about everything else, so he is guilty. Also DRAGON ABUSER 😡

Poor Vania, but she overcame her Skylor situation very quickly. Proud 💛

There we go with the encouragement, you go Rocky!! We have a crazy Skull dude to turn into dust!! 👿👿

Wait, a promise he made a long time ago? Rock mom?

DUNGEON CRAWL!

ROCK MOM!!! YAAAASSS!!! FINALLY SHE'S HERE!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Oh holy FSM, my heart 💔

MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH. Cole as a kid, Lou is back, Rock Mom IS SICK AND WILL DIE, all the drawings, the picture of them together 😭😭

I cannot, freaking, this kid doesn't want his mom to be sick and he's gotten into troubles at school and she wants him to fight and be strong and right and SHE HAS HIS SAME EYEBROWS 😢😢😢😢😢😢

This scene was really heartbreaking, such a genuine situation with a kid that wants her mom to be fine and proud of him 🖤

Just looked at her VA and it's Erin Matthews 🤩 So first I'm counting it as a Nexo Knights reference just because MACY AND ROBIN ❤🖤❤🖤 Second, wasn't "the mom" going to be voiced by Jillian? Is it... is it Maya? Is she coming back? MAYBE NEXT SEASON??? NYA SEASON?!?!? 🤯🤯

Oh, we're moving on? So... so there's still the stuff about Rock Mom's past to uncover, still unsure if she was the one of the blades for the two tribes

PLUNDAR WE DO NOT DISRESPECT COLE INTO THIS HOUSE VANIA MY GIRL YOU ARE SPEAKING FOR ME TOO 💪💪

The connection between Cole and his mom is the earth itself, I'm loving this concept so much. It's true that he never found himself this deep into his element before, the Caves of Despair were mines but never this deep. This really is rock bottom... HECK YEAH

Well Cole...

Welcome to the colored eyes because of elemental power ninja team!! 💚❤🧡 (without counting the forbidden scroll moments) I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! I'M GETTING SO PROUD AND EMOTIONAL!!! I'M PROUDOTIONAL!!! 🤯

Aww, Cole saving his son sensei, very nice. They did save each other a lot 🤷‍♀️

This place reminds me a lot of the Fire Temple where Kai got himself into trouble in season 1 but then saved Lloyd, one of my favorite and most memorable episode of the show... I'M TOO NOSTALGIC RIGHT NOW LET'S MOVE ON

NEVER MIND COLE IS TAKING CHARGE LIKE OLD TIMES HE IS FINALLY THE LEADER AGAIN I'M GONNA CRY ROCKY I'M SO HAPPY YOU DESERVE THIS 🖤

Wu's spinjitzu!! Always nice to see it 😊 And yes Adam is a good boy, and for my arachnophobia is a little freaky saying it 😅

Ah, good Plundar, Cole needs all the appreciation of the world because HE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND AMAZING WARRIOR AND I LOVE HIM AAAAAA

This is probably my favorite episode for now, got Rock Mom, got elemental powers, got a lot of Cole in all of his glory: the leader with a clear smart mind able to lead even strangers, with big heart for what's important 👏👏

I feel like this season is giving him glory, I'm curious about how it will end!!

GRIEF-BRINGER

Okay I know it's the name of the dragon... and it gets me a little antsy 😅

Back to the munce! Still doing as good as ever I see! 😅 And lol, you can't blame Nya for not being nice Jay! Although she is kinda best friends with Ronin who double crossed her multiple times... okay, I see your reasoning Bluebell

There we go, Nya making them listen. I honestly could have seen her just grabbing one of them and make them fly through the the room, still cool though 😎

Back to the geckles! Also doing as good as ever! 😅 These little purple guys are so dang cute, seeing my flame babe trying to lead is so PRECIOUS, and even more PRECIOUS is Zane giving him support... and a rock in the face 🤍🤍

Gotta say

I'm more and more fascinated by their culture 😂😂

Aww little Gleck, everything had started with him after all... wait... HER NAME IS LILLY?!?! ROCK MOM HAS A NAME!!! AND SHE IS GILLIE/MILLIE!!! I KNEW IT!!! 🤩🤩

I think I saw the name somewhere, didn't think it was actually her. I always headcanoned her as Gaia, but Lilly is a very sweet name too 💕

It is pretty nice that even though we as viewers didn't know what happened to Lilly, the ninja knew. It's obvious, they've known each other for so long, but still. It feels nice to see this 😊

Oh-oh, Skull dude is up to something... and he said the title 👈👈

Zane keeps being the sweetest thing ever created, le cute dude 🤍🤍 Never thought I'd see Tin Can and Hothead discussing about lies while two slugs race each other...

I don't know if it's the new animation but the armored suits look CRAZY GOOD, the metal and the details are awesome!! I approve the suits of this season 👍

Pff, they are talking down his sister, if he knew they would be literally toasted 🔥

HUG HUG BEAUTIFUL LEGO HUG!!! And she lifts him up, omg the Smith siblings are back and they are so CUTE 😍

Yep, only he can talk down his sister... and possibly be annihilated right after 😅

Oh, the dragon that almost destroyed the two tribes... OH THE DRAGON THAT ALMOST DESTROYED THE TWO TRIBES!!! 😱😱

NO GUYS DON'T LEAVE LLOYD AND ZANE BEHIND, THEY ARE THE MOST PRONE TO SACRIFICE THEMSELVES 😭😱😭😱😭😱

The cringe Kai, the cringe never leaves you alone you beautiful idiot ❤

I cannot believe the animators managed to make Lloyd's LEGO hair swoosh, I must applaude them 👏👏👏 Also POOR BABY ON THE GROUND GIVE HIM A VACATION FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Well aren't things getting even more complicated 😅 Where is Cole? We need season superstar pronto!

MASTERS NEVER QUIT

Awww, major throwback to the show's most famous motto right in the title! NINJA NEVER QUIT!!! LET'S GO THEN!!! 🤩

The upply team! With the lava beast back... I could easily make comment about how it could be a representation of Cole's feelings since it's LAVA with EARTH and FIRE, and he is running from them... I'M JUST RAMBLING MOVING ON 🖤❤🖤❤

Cole misses the Caves of Despair maybe, he wants to have a round with the carts like in Possession 😂 Was that why he knew it was going to work eventually? That would be histerical, especially since back then they all almost fell into the lava 😅😅

The Heart of the Mountain? Secret temple of the masters of Earth? Possibly hidden in Shintaro? Spinjitzu Burst? Wu, let me ask you this... just in case... is there... perhaps...

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US??? 😡😡

He is definitely and officially old, only reason why he keeps forgetting to warn people about stuff 😑 I mean, it's not major like with Morro or Aspheera, I guess it's an improvement?... kinda?

So you learn spinjitzu burst if you're surrounded by your element, that sounds pretty awesome! I wonder how it could be with all the others, this can open up kinda like a quest for the true potential but with different places and lots of OP powers and I'M INTO IT 🤩🤩🤩

Okay season, I get it

YOU WANNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭 I love this aztec vibe, so cool and appropriate she looks STUN 🖤

I didn't expect this much introspection about Cole, I thought it was going to be kinda last minute like with Jay in Prime Empire. I'm so thankful it's not like that, freaking yes. YES. GO COLE BURST OUT!!

... okay, take your time sweetie, no rush. The other ninja are just going to be fried but eh, happens all the time 🤷‍♀️

VANIA MAH GIRL 💕 I understand Wu, I mean the guys kinda learned all they needed already back when they started to train Lloyd. Ever since then, they had been not master and students, but just family. And you always need family, no matter how far you go 🖤

Awwww, Wu! You got your own development too! 👍 So nice to hear "ninja never quit" again, can't be too sure but it's been a while 😍

Let's hope the guys are doing fine resisting while Team Cole arrives 😎😎

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Rest Your Heart

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Over thinking, anxiety, angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 2,052

Summary: Everyone has that one person who will always look after them and their well being. Bokuto has had enough of Akaashi torturing himself from all the papers and projects given to him. He didn't like knowing the fact that he was always drowning into an ocean of hardship and darkness, so he steps up his game into letting Akaashi take a break.

⇢ Day 5: Touch (cuddling, hand holding, huddling for warmth), Bed-sharing! @bokuakaweek2020

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Working is tiring for everyone. It's even more exhausting to use your brain into thinking with good ideas. What's worse is that sometimes, people tend to force to milk out every bit of their brain juice in order to master and reach their own satisfaction in their work.

Akaashi was not a stranger to that description.

When you work as an editorist, like he is, it's automatically embedded in you that what you must submit it worthy to be read. Like a every writer, the common thing they had was content. Will it be good? Will it be read? Thousands, even millions of thoughts would swarm a single person for that matter. There mustn't be one speck of mistake in your work. Everything must be already there, written, revised and correctly formulated.

Dealing with this especially when you were assigned to take care of a big project from your seniors was a huge amount of pressure for Akaashi. He couldn't say he hated his job nor loved it. But he can tell that he wasn't happy knowing he wasn't taking care of his health anymore.

"Akaashi~ you're taking too long."

Luckily Bokuto was there.

"10 more minutes, Bokuto. I'll be done." he replies without taking his eyes nor hands off of his laptop. Still hunched over his desk, eyes squinting on each word he's typed in so far checking to see if there were grammatical errors or spelling errors that needed to be changed.

"You've said the same thing 6 times way back now, look," raising his foot, Bokuto points it out on their wall clock above his desk, "It's already 7:30 pm. You haven't even touched your onigiri!" Akaashi takes a small glance to his left side. The onigiri's were left cold and untouched for the past hour since Bokuto had bought home, "Seriously, you need to stop over working your self. One of these days you're bound to collapse.." He mutters the last past, not wanting to imagine his beloved Akaashi fall without him around to pick him up.

He hears a frustrated sigh coming from him. When your partner is stressed and you were just trying to help, it usually ends with the stressed one blowing up on the other one. Atleast, that's how other couples work.

"I'm sorry." not for both of them though, neither one would dare to hurt the other one. For one reason, Akaashi was just not the type of person you'd want to yell at, look at him, he's just a quiet, little man trying to pass by. Next is Bokuto, you can never yell at someone who looks like a child filled with innocence, and besides, he was right at this point for scolding him.

"The deadline is in 2 days time..I'm just terrified that if I don't submit something properly written, they'd stop giving me these opportunities." looking over his right side where a stack of papers were unorganized.

"So? Atleast you won't have to over work yourself. It doesn't matter anymore if you can't be happy and healthy." sitting up with crossed legs on the bed, Bokuto observes Akaashi from there, ready to attend to any needs and necessity.

"I'll be marked with a lower rank and get paid little..."

Bokuto knew how much Akaashi wanted to help him pay for their rent and other taxes ever since they've agreed to live with each other. Even though Bokuto had a lot of money in his pocket to aid them both, Akaashi simply doesn't want to be dependent on his lover and let him do all the hard work.

That's why he loved Akaashi so much. Even up until now he was still giving his all to him like in highschool.

His 120 percent in things.

Akaashi leans back on his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment to gather all his thoughts to think properly. That gave Bokuto a chance to get up from their shared bed quietly as he walks up to him from behind. He wraps his strong arms around his neck from behind, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as he strokes away the frustrated tears now streaming on his cheeks.

"If it ever went down to that, I'll talk to your boss," moving his hand on both of his shoulder blades, he held the male down by pressing on the tight knots that had formed way back, "No objections, Keiji. You've been working hard, if they treat you like shit I'm complaining. There's no fairness." it was endearing to hear that coming from him. He had grown up to be a mature man than he was before. If Akaashi wasn't so frustrated he would've been crying from so much love coming from Bokuto.

He raises both of his hands, cupping Bokuto's smaller ones on his chest, "You're too nice to me." smiling sadly as he let's all pent frustration out with his tears, "I can never know what'll be enough for me to give you."

That was another thing that Bokuto was saddened about. The fact that Akaashi was an over thinker he'd often degrade himself to the lowest of all. To Akaashi himself, he was nothing more than a bother. A hindrance. But to Bokuto, how he wishes he could tell him he was more than enough and that he has given him too much even before.

"You're already good enough," tapping his chin with his fingers, he pushes his head a little, making his eyes flutter open, "I mean it, Keiji."

There was a short pause of silence. Neither one daring to move as they clung onto each other's love language and affection. Pretty soon, Bokuto found this opportunity as a good sign to lead him back to bed for a break. Removing his arms away from the seated male, much to his dismay, he grabs on the plate of onigiri's and walks to their shared bed, placing it on top.

"Come on, I'll eat with you."

Akaashi watches as Bokuto sits back down on their bed with his legs wide enough. Enough for him to fit and sit in between them, and pats the free space.

"But I have to fini—"

"Your dinner, yes, you're gonna finish your dinner. Now sit here!"

He can never say no when it comes to Bokuto whining. With a sigh, using his sleeves, he wipes away all the excess tears. Not bothering to take his glasses off, and stand up from his chair.

"I'm going to get im trouble after this." nesting himself in between Bokuto's legs and leaning his back on his chest. Bokuto hands him an onigiri along with his and watches Akaashi take his first, but small bite. He didn't have the mood to eat from his constant thinking which makes the owl haired male frown deeply.

"No, you're not. Have a little faith. I know you," taking a huge chunk of the onigiri in his mouth, "You always manage to make things work, that's what I love about you." Akaashi didn't like messy people, but he couldn't make any comment on how silly Bokuto looks and sounds with his mouth stuffed.

"Please don't chew your food while talking, Bokuto."

"And please don't be sad in front of the onigiri's, Kei. They have feelings too."

Hearty laughter filled the room coming from Akaashi. Bokuto savored every moment of it. His happiness was his happiness as well.

Watching Akaashi finally take bigger bites and chowing down like a starved man, hr let's him have all the onigiri's to himself, using an excuse that he was already full. He can see the way his eyes sparkled shyly as he took all the rice filled meals into his stomach.

"Hmm, you're getting kinda chubby there, Keiji," pushing his pointer finger on his cheek, he watches it squish adorably from his touch, "Not that I'm complaining. You look hot and cute." grinning when he saw his lips pout a little with his cheeks growing red, he couldn't help but pinch them.

"Bokuto please, I'm trying tk eat."

"I wasn't suggesting anything!"

Disposing the plate to their night stand, Akaashi wipes the side of his mouth with his sleeve, Bokuto hugging his stomach with his hands rubbing them.

"You're so soft, Keiji." he hums, squishing the baby fat from the smaller male.

"I need to get to work." he was feeling embarrassed. Had he really gained weight that much? Akaashi was taking a note in his mind that he was going to join Bokuto in jogging next time.

"But its late. And you need to rest." nuzzling his head on his shoulder. He really didn't want to see another one of those nights Akaashi would be sitting, hunched on his desk until sunrise.

Stroking his stomach to his chest, Bokuto whines a little when Akaashi tries half heatedly to break from his hold, "And I wanna cuddle you to sleep. It gets lonely when you always leave and work yourself to the bone."

There were times Akaashi would slip from his hold around 3 am to get back to work. During those times Bokuto would pretend to be asleep and wait for his return. And he got pretty upset he's reached until the birds started chirping. The bed was cold without him.

Akaashi feels the guilt rising from him as he remembers all those times he's left the older male. Thinking of what was more important, he forces the arms around his stomach down and turns his body to face him. Bokuto already had a sad expression on his face knowing he was still going to over work himself. It was already part kf his nature.

Until Akaashi wraps his arms around his neck and pushes him down to bed with him placed on top of Bokuto.

"I thought you were going back to work?" nonetheless, Bokuto wraps his arms tighter around Akaashi. He flinches when he feels him started to shake and his neck getting wet.

He was crying again.

Petting his head, Bokuto reaches out for his glasses, removing them and placing it gently on their night stand near the plate. He pushes his head deeper on his neck side, allowing him to cry as he whispers sweet words next to his ear.

"I promise, Keiji. You're already fine as you are. Please, let me take care of you."

He hears a choked sob escape from his lips, "You don't have to keep doing this if it doesn't make you happy. If you're doing this for me then I'm not hapoy if you're not." sniffling from his words, Akaashi listens to him, finding his body warm and home like feeling. His words soothing like a sweet lullaby.

"I don't care about anything, Keiji. I'm hapoy because I have you. But I'm more happier to see you happy and well."

Turning his head, golden eyes meeting teary gun metal ones, Bokuto swipes away the tears again with his thumb and places a small smooch on the tip of his nose.

"You're already enough for me and others. So please," pressing his forehead against his, they both closed their eyes, feeling their breaths close and their bodies warm with fluttering feelings, "Take a break for me."

Akaashi knows to himself sooner or later he'll crumble again like today. He knows to himself that he couldn't help but let his thoughts overcome his sight on things. But that didn't matter right now.

He was in his arms, and that's all he could think of with his presence.

"I love you so much." whimpering softly as he buries his face against his neck again. He felt so safe and secure woth Bokuto around. Loved. That everything around him got a little better. Brighter. It made him nuzzle even more into him and his small arms squeezing him.

Bokuto counters back the same squeeze of affection and kisses the side of his ear. His breathing soon slowing down and into a calm one before he hears soft snores from Akaashi.

"I love you too, Keiji. Sleep tight."

That day Bokuto doesn't sleep until 3 am. He has spent his night watching over him. Occasionally stroking his hair or back whenever he moves from his position.

He wasn't going to let anything ruin Akaashi and his peace for the day.

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