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targaryenrealnessdarling · 11 months ago

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It's Who We Have | Part Four

Summary: After Nut's funeral, Billy and his estranged friend share some choice words | Word Count: 3.7k~ | Warnings below the cut!

General Taglist | Billy Washington Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, mentions of neglect, mentions of bullying and sexual assault, islamophobia

“Take those fucking sunglasses off, you look like a prick.”

Billy winced when he knocked his right hand, bandaged and bloody, holding it close to his body, the other pulling the sunglasses that Paddy hated so much off his face.

“Why didn't you call your sister?”

Billy scoffed, “Like I'm gonna be the first to tell her. She'll find out in her own time.”

Paddy simply sighed from behind the steering wheel, his fingers twitching with the need to say something, but unsure how.

“A fucking Halal butchers? Who put you up to do that?”

Now it was Billy's turn to sigh, “nobody.”

“Oh yeah? Nothing to do with these English Flag-fucking-Crusaders, whatever they're called.”

“Listen mate, please, I don't need this right now.”

Paddy simply let out a frustrated breath, concentrating on now tailgating the car in front of him. Billy slumped in the passenger seat of his friend's car, feeling that Paddy amongst the little remaining group of friends, would be the least judgemental.

Turns out that wasn't true.

Billy resisted to cringe when he heard Paddy's voice on the other line when he'd rung him from the police station, hoping at least that he felt worse than he looked. And he looked pretty shit.

He thought, Lana wouldn't be faring much better.

He could feel the deep, dark judgement and anger seeping off Paddy, in the way he gripped the gearstick and his grunts of annoyance at usual menial things.

God fucking help him if she ever found out.

She'd pretend she didn't want to kill him, but would work on a way to do it in her head before she ever said it.

If he was being honest with himself. He'd had far too much (albeit not as much as Lana) and was angry, upset, annoyed. And he wasn't even sure what at.

At the time, it was easy to be annoyed at anything.

Just so happens the Halal butchers was right in front of him.

“Not told your sister then?” Paddy prodded whilst stopped at a red light.

Paddy was usually so sing-songy in the way he spoke, something carried down through his Irish family. And though he was technically the first of his generation to be born in England, the few times Billy and their mates had gone down to his for drinks, you’d be forgiven for thinking you were right back in the bustling centre of Londonderry, with the statue of Mary placed ceremoniously on the mantelpiece, as well as every shelf in every bedroom.

Not that Paddy himself would describe himself as religious.

Since meeting him in the first year of College, Billy had always tagged him a sort of ‘class clown’. It was easy to laugh when Paddy was around. And whether he meant to or not, he was just funny.

But here, sat beside him, being interrogated very much like he had felt the night before by the police officers who’d picked him up, that aloof, silliness that Paddy most often wore, was nowhere to be found.

“Not yet,” Billy answered simply, trying not to fiddle with the damp bandages around his hand. “You gonna?”

Billy shrugged, feeling as if this were only the beginning of the questions that he was likely to get from those closest around him.

And Paddy need not even say what was on his mind, his fallen expression of disappointment was enough as he pulled up beside Billy’s flat and pulled the handbrake up.

“Get out my fucking car.”

The door opened a good ten seconds after she’d knocked, and when Libby’s bright, blonde hair appeared in the doorway, a phone in one hand, her friend looked nothing short of shocked.

“Come in, just on FaceTime with Ami,” she muttered, ushering her in without question and closing the door, “No, no, I’m still here, carry on.”

“So anyway, this old Chinese lady is like ‘oh my god, I love your hair, you’re so lucky’ but she wouldn’t stop fucking touching me!”

She couldn’t help but grin as she heard Ami’s ramblings over the phone and Libby’s dramatic replies, all while they filed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

“Oh dear, Ami, however will you survive. There’s worse things than people touching your hair.”

“Not fucking much,” Ami answered with a huff, “anyway I’ve gotta go. Hi and bye, misery-guts!”

Libby snickered and turned her phone so that she could at least wave goodbye on the camera. To which she gave halfway between a playful smile and a grimace, and stuck two fingers up at her instead.

Once Libby hung up she snorted, “sarky bitch. Milk, no sugar?”

She nodded, “Yup, please. As long as you’re not too busy acting like a proper sister-in-law.”

Libby scoffed, handing one of her Emma Bridgewater mugs to her and leant back against the kitchen counter, “Abi has yet to pop the question yet, friendo.”

She hummed a laugh, tapping her fingernails against the mug.

“So…you saw him.”

“Unfortunately, yes. At the wake…”

“Jesus Christ. Billy there?”

She huffed a mirthless laugh again, “Unfortunately yes again. Billy punched him in the face.”

Libby cocked her head, a sort of worried grimace on her face, “Cute, I guess? Or stupid.”

The tea burned her tongue, but she was eager to do something to occupy herself, otherwise her thoughts would, “Probably a bit of both.”

“What is the deal with you and Billy?”

There it was. The golden question. An answer she’d like to know herself.

She sighed, “Libs-”

“I mean, you two used to be thick as thieves and then bam suddenly he can’t talk about you anymore. And now that you’re back, which I love by the way, it’s like whenever he sees you he sees a fucking…ghost or something.”

Suddenly Libby’s bright eyes seem much too intense, and she has to look between her feet to get a grip of herself, sighing as she taps her fingertips on the mug of tea she holds.

“Listen I know he’s not always been there for you in the way you needed-”

“It’s not- I don’t know. I always had this feeling like…he didn’t really like me, just tolerated me.”

She doesn't need to look back up at her friend to know there's a sad expression there. And the moment is so utterly quiet, that she can hear the neighbour next door mowing their lawn, both the smell and haze of fresh grass drifting lazily through the air.

It reminded her of Cranstead Fields.

Fuck, why did everything have to circle back to him.

“Billy is a lot of things. Cruel is not one of them,” Libs sighed, “maybe just stupid.”

When they both gave an exhausted and yet relieved laugh, the tension somewhat shifted.

“I love him, Libs. I don't know if I should, but I do.”

Her friend opened her mouth, about to reply or add something. But her lips clamped shut immediately.

“God, you're both insufferable,” Libs laughed, crossing her arms, “you two need to be adults and talk it out. Or do some therapy on the NHS, I know that really helped you.”

She rolled her eyes, “knowing my luck I’d have fucking Becky as my therapist. If that happens I'm face timing you from the edge of a bridge before I jump off.”

“Dramatic.”

“And don't mummy me, doesn't suit you.”

“Suits Abi just fine.”

“Ew, Libs.”

Libby had tried her best to make her feel better, and for that, she was nothing short of grateful. Some good needed to work its way back into her life at the moment. And the way her loving friend deemed fit to lift the mood, with a small glass of white wine, was not such a bad thing either.

In truth, she can’t help but wonder, that if she’d met Libby while she was at secondary school, she likely would’ve walked right past her.

Libby had always been popular, not by some maniacal grasp to preteen power, but through her bright, happy smile, stellar sense of humour and ability to make friends with just about anyone.

If Libby was the explosive, firework-like presence in school, then she was like a ghost, merely living between planes of existence, enough to interact with things and people around her, but not enough to leave any lasting impression.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

They were through the second episode of Gogglebox and nearing the end of the little glass of white when her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

“Hang on, Libs. Lana’s calling me.”

Libs’ head pulled back as if in shock, “what she calling you for?”

She shrugged and pulled the phone to her ear. Lana sounded hurried and stressed, like she was holding too many things in her hands.

“Sorry to call you like this.”

“No, you’re alright, what’s up?”

“Listen, I know you and Billy aren’t exactly on great terms but do you mind checking on him? I was blackout last night and dunno what happened to him.”

“Uh- yeah, course.”

“Cheers. I’ll ping you his address.”

As soon as she hung up, Libby was instantly wide-eyed and nosy, asking a barrage of questions. All the while she tried to give any vague answer she could, scrolling her contacts for Paddy’s name.

“Jesus Christ, who you calling now?”

She held a finger up, “Hiya, Pad. Yeah I'm alright. Listen, you've not seen Billy about have you? What do you mean why am I asking you, you've still got Billy’s live location from that time he got lost having a piss at the club like two years ago, remember? You're my private investigator.”

She shot Libby a glare when she loudly sipped her wine loudly, to fill the silence.

She furrowed her brows, “when you say don't be mad, it insinuates I'm going to be mad, Patrick.”

Libby watched her friend's face fall, nearly losing grip on her phone held at her ear, and a sudden eerie silence when she heard Paddy's low voice on the other end.

“No, I won't tell him you told me, Lana asked me to go check on him anyway. Cheers, bye.”

She didn't spare Libby a look, her body suddenly pent up and eyes aflame. And her friend knew she meant business when she polished off the last slither of her wine before pulling herself up.

“Well?” Libby asked as she watched her pull on her coat hastily, getting frustrated when the zip wouldn't do up the first time.

“I'll tell you later, just know, I want to fucking kill him.”

Year 8 seemed to exist in a realm suspended between the innocence of Year 7 and the weighty responsibilities of Year 9, ensnared in the relentless passage of time. School, once brimming with purpose, now felt hollow, as did much else. Yet amidst the drudgery of daily life, the mundane trek home stood out as particularly grating, a constant reminder of the mundanity that had settled in.

Her mother's refusal to heed the school's advice regarding HPV jabs only added to the melancholy of the year. It was Miss Slator, her form tutor, who provided a semblance of maternal care, just as Mr. Thornby had the year before, acting as a paternal figure. Their concern and support, though appreciated, couldn't dispel the sense of disquiet that lingered within her.

The memory of receiving her first HPV jab during lunchtime, accompanied by Miss Slator, was tinged with discomfort, both physical and emotional. The sharp sting in her arm served as a poignant reminder of her vulnerability, exacerbated by the absence of her mother's reassuring presence.

She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, jumping out of her skin when Billy’s bag slumped down on the spot next to her.

“Is it sore?” he asked, huffing down on the bench beside her, looking out at a group of teens playing footie at Cranstead Fields, despite the looming grey cloud hanging above them.

She rolled her eyes, “course it hurts, you twa-ow!”

It was light, and friendly, the way he punched her left arm, the way all the boys had been doing to all the girls at school after their jabs. But it still fucking hurt.

“Dick.”

Billy smiled boyishly, pulling a bar of chocolate out his coat pocket.

“That for me?”

He nodded, as if it were obvious, “for being so brave.”

“Don’t be sarky,” she scoffed, smiling albeit gratefully and snatching the chocolate from him.

She folded it over in her fingers, the bright purple packaging tempting her to eat it now. And she didn’t say it, but she thought she might save it for later, so that she’d be less hungry if her mum chose to not cook any tea.

It was a sad thought to have, that she might rely on it.

“How is safeguarding,” he asked calmly, not reacting when her wide, panic-stricken eyes turned to him.

“How-”

“Saw you in Mr Healy’s office,” he interjects, pushing the blonde strands of hair off his forehead, waiting for her to say something.

Billy was almost disappointed at her response.

The soft glaze of her eyes, wide and embarrassed, but near longing to lift the weight off her conscience. The way her shoulders dropped to make herself appear small. Crossing her arms, rubbing them lovingly, like she was desperate for some semblance of touch like this.

He saw the bob of her throat and braced himself for those large thick walls she’d built before she even said it.

In that moment, as the crushing burden of her secrets threatened to suffocate her, she found a temporary reprieve in the simple act of confiding, even if just for a fleeting moment. And wanted to, so readily to trust him. Despite her best efforts to fortify her emotional barriers, the ache in her heart intensified, a visceral reminder of the profound yearning for the connection she so deeply desired.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

One could be mistaken for thinking it was early afternoon by the time she pulled up behind Billy's battered Vauxhall, it was still so bright outside.

With a heaved sigh, she threw her bag over her shoulder and locked her car, having to take steady, easy breaths to calm herself as she crossed the road to Billy's flat. Cigarette smoke clung to her clothes as she crushed it beneath the heel of her shoe, the smoke burning in her lungs and the lingering nagging at the back of her head that at some point, she had to make a point of giving up.

With a click, a man in a tracksuit and a cap slid out the door that led to the flats behind the row of shops. His eyes were hidden under a shadow, taking wide, calculated steps as if to place as much distance between him and the property he’d just come out of as possible.

As if being caught doing something he shouldn’t.

A shiver crept up her spine when they passed one another, and his stark eyes lit up under the tip of his cap, peering at her in suspicion.

She couldn’t shake that feeling even as she ascended the stairs to Billy’s flat. The sizzling nerves didn’t even seem to replace it.

Her stomach felt sick with emotion when he answered the door in tatty looking clothes, his shirt pilled up from years of use, hair somewhat greasy and an old, bloody bandage around his fist.

Billy took up the doorway with his height, his arm stretched across it in a gesture of defence. But it seemed as if when he laid his darkened and tired blue eyes on her, she saw him shrink.

“Can we have a word?” She asks, her tone flat in a manner that tells Billy he knows exactly what she's here for. In a manner that was tired, disappointed and saddened in equal measure.

“Fuck’s sake…”

Billy’s flat smelled of mildew, proven by the fact his clothes were still damp on the airer and all his windows were shut with the curtains drawn. His shoes were piled up in the hallway, one on top of the other, clearly favouring a particular pair that sat above them, as if he couldn’t be bothered even with the choice anymore.

He offered her a cup of tea, no doubt in an attempt to calm the rocky waves of panic surging through him. It was clear Billy was embarrassed by the state of his flat, as he glanced at her every now and then to make sure her expression was not one of judgement. The only one he found was one of despair.

Billy looked at his friend as if she was other-wordly. The world he’d made within the tight confines of his flat, did not have space to fit the idea of her inside of it.

His shoulders slumped, and the words that came out his mouth did not seem like his own as he sat awkwardly on his sofa, even that, covered in old clothes and crap. And all she could do was shake her head and peer out through his thin curtains, not able to look at the person she thought she had known once upon a time.

Both of them felt it.

The surge of heat that flooded their veins before an argument.

“I don’t need you to parent me. I’ve had enough of that already.”

She wanted to laugh bitterly at that, but managed herself somehow, “maybe you need it, Billy. These new mates of yours don’t seem to be doing you any favours, do they? Was it their fab idea for you to do it? Hm?”

“Does it matter?” he replied dismissively.

“Can't you see you're being fucking groomed, Billy? Fucking hell, what would Ami and Abi think?”

Their friends.

Did it mean nothing anymore?

“They’re different.”

“Oh, are they? Until they’re not. Until they do something to piss you off and then all of a sudden it’s ‘people like them’. What about their mum? Because fucking newsflash Billy, she wasn’t born here either, you’ve not got a fucking clue!”

He is quiet. His jaw tight, body wound so tight that even she could see his frustration.

“What’s next? Lobbing a brick through Mrs Ahmed’s window?”

He scoffs, his hair slipping off his head as he shakes it, “I fucking hate when you’re like this.”

“Like what? Speaking fucking sense?” she laughs bitterly, “I'm alright with that if I'm the only one holding you accountable!”

“When you’re stubborn.”

Billy needn’t ever shout.

She could sense his deep annoyance in not only his gaze, but his voice.

And she thought with anger in her veins, burning with fury, that what did he have to be annoyed about?

“Who the fuck even are you Billy.”

It came out her mouth without even really trying. She didn’t know if she regretted it or not when she saw his expression. He was still defensive, that much was clear, but in the way he looked at her, it seemed as if he was grasping for something.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asked, almost desperately.

“Because I’m not used to this version of you.”

“Well, sorry Billy, I grew up. I of all people wish we could go back to the way we were, but here we are, fucking adults, avoiding each other like fucking teenagers!”

“There’s no need to shout.”

“Well give me something then!” she exclaims, “something, to let me know you give a shit.”

“Fucking hell, I punched the guy who broke your fucking heart, is that not enough?!”

“Now who’s the one shouting,” she claps back with venom, “And so what, you-”

She stops herself, her face falling somewhat. And when she’s quiet so suddenly, Billy’s bright eyes meet hers, hands clasped and rested on his knees, leaned forward on the sofa as if to appear smaller. His expression is confused and irritated in equal measure.

“What did you say?” she asks in a whisper, blinking slowly.

“I…punched the guy who broke your heart?”

She feels the lump form in the back of her throat, her eyes curiously flitting between either of his, trying to understand what he is thinking without having the courage to ask.

Billy shakes his head, “I mean- is that not what he did? He fucking dropped you like you were nothing.”

Silence envelops either of them for a solid few seconds. So long that it’s suffocating, like the walls are closing in around them for the first time in years. And for a split second, with her eyebrows furrowed in pain and hands shaking, she looks just as she did on the last day Billy saw her at college.

“You don’t know, do you?”

What she says then sends a full-body shiver that begins at the base of Billy’s neck and clatters all the way through his limbs. Blood turning cold immediately.

What does he not know?

He finds himself restless at the idea. That he was perhaps supposed to know something, but irrevocably doesn’t. That everyone else is aware of something so obvious.

He didn’t know it wasn’t just some nasty breakup.

He didn’t know that photos and videos of her in her most vulnerable moments were sent around the school, rumours circulating on MSN, hateful messages scribbled on her desk. And that she didn’t have the courage to tell anyone that the guy who had humiliated her and dragged her name through the mud, still had the indecency to rub it in her face.

He didn’t know that because of what happened, she nearly left school entirely, but that it was so late into the school year, she just waited it out before college. But that those few months, were absolute torture.

Billy never grasped the magnitude of her anguish—the nights spent in tears, the days clouded by despair. The sanctuary of school became a battleground, where every glance felt like an accusation, every whisper a condemnation. Yet, she soldiered on, clinging to the hope of escape, even as her spirit withered under the relentless assault.

He didn’t know that her mum berated her for weeks, even months. Didn’t give her bus money and didn’t wash her clothes, in what she perceived was fair punishment, thinking her daughter had purposely sent suggestive photos and videos to a random boy at school.

She had hoped he knew... but now faced with the daunting task of revealing her truth, she recoiled, sickened by the prospect of laying bare the depths of her suffering.

But in all that, as tears made her vision go blurry, a watery smile lifted to her lips at the memory of when he’d come to her at Cranstead Fields. He hadn’t been pushy and simply accepted that she needed comfort. And a friend. She remembered wetting his school shirt with her tears, and the smell of the detergent his mum used, with jasmine fabric conditioner pods. To which she thought now with delight, that he still smelled the same.

He was like home to her.

Home.

What was home now?

“Oh Billy…” she whispered through a choked, almost bitter laugh, “...it’s sweet…that you did all that just because you thought he broke my heart.”

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unrecognized-talent · 4 months ago

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When life gives you lemons, make an AU with your childhood crackship and their fanchild!

Got this AU design from a friend on Toyhouse, and so I now present: The Cult of Ciphertology AU! Takes place in the Cult of the Lamb world! Now as for the lore so far...

The Beast With Just One Eye: A Bishop that played by his own rules, and had his heyday back when The One Who Waits was still part of The Old Faith. In fact, he was an enemy to the Old Faith, as he wanted to upheave order as a whole. But he had seemingly been defeated by the (at the time) four bishops of the Old Faith, and his imprisonment was left in the hands of an unrelated, but trustworthy god. While he might appear in the physical realm to some extent, that's only due to the assistance of his previous cult leader, and his current one as well-he is NOT fully physical yet, he's still trapped in this other realm. What you see is a sort of ghost that can occasionally affect the world.

Shifty: He and Lifty had once been simple raccoons looking to scam any religious zealots into letting them live to see the next morning. Homeless thieves with nothing to their name, nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Perhaps that's why Bill took interest in them. It's with his help that the twins were actually able to have a place to call home, and it's with their help that he's slowly begun to slip out of his containment. And somewhere along the line, the two grew closer, fell in love, and even had a child. Which brings us to...

Amy: The daughter born from the sinful love between god and mortal. The moment she hatched from her egg is the moment they knew the true meaning of joy. As she grew up, she saw her mortal father preach to their cult, and came to the conclusion she wanted to follow in his footsteps. With much begging and pleading, she managed to convince both of her fathers that she could be a 'grown up' like them, and to let her run the cult of Ciphertology. And though she seems to control most of the cult... she doesn't QUITE do it alone. They'd be awful parents if they just tossed her to the wolves and risked her death after all. Within the cult, Shifty handles the more violent dissenters, so they don't potentially hurt her. And on crusades, Bill managed to convince her to 'take some of his power' to help her. Protecting her in the form of her new crown, while she believes she's doing it all on her own.

More will probably be written later, but for now, here's where we're at! :D

#fanart #happy tree friends #HTF #gravity falls #shifty the raccoon #AU #Cult of the Lamb #Bill Cipher #OC #My Art #Cult of Ciphertology AU #Crackship #Crossover

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piko-power · 1 year ago

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Things That I Fear (Hope) Will Happen in Sonic Prime Season 3

Rusty's little birdy escapes from her compartment, leading her to permanently shut down

The Dread dying in a stupid way because of his obsession with his "beauty" (Maybe like that one scene in The Last Crusade)

Sonic bursting into tears at some point

Sonic, while on the verge of fading away, unknowingly beg out loud for Shadow to never leave him.

Sonic or Shadow reaching into the void to retrieve the lost Chaos Emerald and getting themselves injured while doing so.

Sonic getting to witness every shatterspace fade away without getting a chance to say goodbye to everybody

Sonic helplessly watching Nine fade away as they stare at each other, knowing fully well they'll never see each other again

Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Rouge and Big (And Eggman) remembering every single memory from their shatterverse counterparts

Before the world comes back to normal, Sonic and Shadow hug each other in case they won't make it out alive

#piko rambles #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #big the cat #nine sonic prime #rusty rose #the dread sonic prime #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #<--- MAYBE??

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mysterycitrus · 1 year ago

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I really love your takes and thoughts about DC characters! Do you have any thoughts or opinions on Jim Gordon?

i think to talk about jim gordon properly u have to look at the role police take in superhero fiction, which is a complicated topic but i will endeavour to summarise

firstly, we live in an age where the copification of media, whether it be comics, crime tv, true crime junk, etc, is very popular. think about how cops are depicted in the neo-noir detective thrillers batman ostensibly borrows from — bumbling, stupid, and malicious — vs how they’re portrayed in the modern context as an crucial force for good. think about spiderman cooperating with the police in the insomniac games, and how out of character that is for him. since when has he ever given a shit about what the police tell him to do? let vigilantes actually be vigilantes! they’re vigilantes because they’re acting against the oppressive societal structure upheld by the police!

it should not be a controversial statement to say that the police, that armed forces as an institution, will never be a societal good because they do not exist to be good for society — they exist to protect the wealth and property of the already powerful. the idea of the “one good cop” is funny because in reality the one good cop never lasts long — either they’re relieved of service for exposing corruption, killed on the job, or succumb to the same corruption that is foundational to the system. even cop fiction that tries to deconstruct this (b99 as an example) fails, because the system itself cannot be deconstructed and rebuilt, it must be changed entirely and replaced with something better.

so where does that leave jim gordon? ideally, an endpoint for bruce’s crusade would be the abolishment of the gcpd and the introduction of a community oriented emergency service designed to actually help gotham citizens. no man’s land has many flaws, but one of its most egregious is leaning too far into the thin blue line nonsense of gordon’s storyline, rather than emphasising the strength in community for those left behind by the earthquake.

i like gotham central as much as the next person, but i think making the bats more affiliated with cops is a mistake. for every amy rohrbach and jim gordon u have the truly horrendous dick grayson cop storyline, u have that time gordon was batman, etc. gordon’s dynamic with bruce is really interesting (thinking about how working with bruce has essentially tanked his career) but as a whole id have an easier time giving a shit if they could actually take the time to imagine a future worth having.

#sorry idk if i actually answered ur question teeheee #batman #jim gordon #bruce Wayne #dc comics #the ask and the answer

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 1 year ago

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TOURNAMENT PARTICIPANTS

Greetings, everyone, our contestants have been finalized, and I want to provide a certain opportunity before the preliminaries begin. Namely, to provide additional propaganda for competitors in need of it. So, I have created a form to collect this new propaganda, and a list of both preliminary and non-preliminary participants under the cut. An asterisk next to a name indicates they have fewer than three pieces of propaganda, which is the amount that will be included in each poll. This form will be open for the duration of the tournament. You can make as many submissions you want for any character.

NOTE: The order of participants does not reflect the bracket matchups. Preliminary matchups will be announced next week, and the complete bracket will be announced after the preliminary round is finished.

UPDATE: Additional characters have been added in bold because I failed to fill out the bracket by counting incorrectly. One has been added to the preliminary round, and the others are regular competitors.

PRELIMINARY PARTICIPANTS

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL

Cordelia Chase

Illyria*

Kendra Young*

Winifred "Fred" Burkle

DC COMICS

Alex DeWitt - AUTOMATIC ENTRY

Barbara Gordon

Cassandra Cain

Katma Tui*

Koriand’r aka Starfire*

Pantha*

Stephanie Brown

Talia al Ghul

Tara Markov*

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Dragona Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: The JOJOLands)*

Holy Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders)*

Lisa Lisa (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency )

Lucy Steel (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Steel Ball Run)

KAMEN RIDER

Is (Kamen Rider 01)*

Kanon Fukami (Kamen Rider Ghost)*

Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)*

Saki Momose (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)*

MARVEL COMICS

Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics)*

Elektra Natchios (NMCU)*

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Ochako Uraraka - AUTOMATIC ENTRY

Magne (My Hero Academia)*

Momo Yaoyorozu

Nemuri Kayama*

Toru Hagakure*

STAR TREK

Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)*

Kes (Star Trek: Voyager)*

Seven of Nine (Star Trek: Voyager)

Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

T'Pol (Star Trek: Enterprise)*

SUPERNATURAL

Bela Talbot

Charlie Bradbury

Eileen Leahy*

Mary Winchester*

THE LEGEND OF ZELDA

Tetra (The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker)*

Zelda (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)*

WARRIOR CATS

Bumble*

Leafpool

Spottedleaf

Squirrelflight

YU-GI-OH!

Aki Izayoi/Akiza Izinski (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's)*

Aoi Zaizen/Skye Zaizen (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS)*

Kotori Mizuki (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL)*

Mai Valentine (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

NON-PRELIMINARY PARTICIPANTS

Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow)*

Ada Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)*

Agent Texas (Red vs Blue)*

Alex DeWitt (DC Comics)

Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Alys Brangwin (Phantasy Star IV)*

Amber Volakis (House MD)*

Amy Amanda Allen (The A-Team (TV))*

Amy Pond (Doctor Who)*

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5)

April O'Neil (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012))

Arcee (Transformers)

Asuna (Sword Art Online)*

Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Britta Perry (Community)*

Brunhilda aka Mym (Dragalia Lost)*

Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper )*

Casca (Berserk)

Celica (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia)

Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball)*

Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Chloe von Einzbern (Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA)*

Clarke Griffin (The 100)*

Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)*

Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

Elya Musayeva (Топи/The Swamps (2021))*

Eve (Paradise Lost)*

Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton)

Gamora (Marvel Cinematic Universe)*

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler)*

Gwen (BBC Merlin)*

Gwen Stacy (Marvel Comics)*

Hélène Kuragina (War and Peace)

Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto)*

Irene Adler (BBC Sherlock)*

Iris Sagan (AI: the Somnium Files)*

Jade (Dragon Quest 11)*

Jade Harley (Homestuck)

Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Jennifer Lopez (John Dies At The End)*

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Julia (Hellraiser)*

Julia Wicker (The Magicians)*

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)*

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa V3)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)

Kallen Kouzuki (Code Geass)

Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics)*

Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew)*

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaires)*

Konan (Naruto)*

Laurel Lance (Arrow (CW)*

Leia Organa (Star Wars)*

Lisa Cuddy (House MD)

Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail)

Madison Paige (Heavy Rain)*

Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero)*

Margaret Houlihan (MASH (Movie 1970) )*

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marwa (What We Do In The Shadows (TV series))*

Megaera (Hades)*

Mikaela Banes (Transformers)*

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair)

Mikoko Sakazaki (Kaiji)*

Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)*

Mildred "Millie" Knolastname (Helluva Boss)

Milla Maxwell (Tales of Xillia)*

Misa Amane (Death Note)

Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies)*

Nami (One Piece)*

Naomi Misora (Death Note)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Natasha Rostova (War and Peace)

Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach)*

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)*

Nya Smith (Lego Ninjago)

Ochette (Octopath Traveler 2)*

Ophelia (Hamlet)*

Ophiuchus Shaina (Saint Seiya)*

Orihime Inoue (Bleach)

Padmé Amidala (Star Wars)

Pussy Galore (Goldeneye)*

Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY)

Quiet (Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain)*

Ran Mouri (Detective Conan)*

Rey (Star Wars)

River Tam (Firefly)*

Sakura Haruno (Naruto)

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)*

Skye (Lost in Blue)*

Sonia Hedgehog (Sonic Underground)*

South Dakota (Red vs Blue)*

Stephanie “Steph” Nocanonlastname (EverymanHYBRID)

Susan Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia)*

Sweet-P (The Caligula Effect)*

Sylvanas Windrunner (Warcraft)*

Sylvia (Two Gentlemen of Verona)*

Teresa (Maze Runner series)*

Throné Anguis (Octopath Traveler 2)*

Yan Hui (Back From the Brink)*

#not polls #announcements #participants

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starlightcleric · 1 year ago

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I did my main KCs in this picrew previously, finally decided to fill in my Azatas.

First was Amie Verdier, NG tiefling Hunter, whose save I'm still hanging onto even though I don't know that I'll ever finish it. She has an elk named Clover!

Next is Angelina Ylvaris, CN->CG half-elf Bard. I do want to finish her game, but I think I might take her Legend, and I want to do Josephine as Legend first.

Finally is Delilah Fujimori, N kitsune Sorcerer. She's a Nine-Tailed Heir with the Fey bloodline, focusing on Enchantment and she's only at the beginning of Act 2 but she's been a lot of fun. Her game just requires more brainpower than, say, Layla's, where I can prebuff everyone and let them go to town in rtwp.

#crusader amie #crusader angelina #crusader delilah

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fantastic-nonsense · 6 months ago

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As a follow-up to my previous ask, I was wondering if you have any recs for academic nonfiction (whether books or articles) about media studies/fandom history? I just read Textual Poachers by Henry Jenkins, but I’d love something more recent as well! 😁

Fandom history in general? Probably not, though I could go searching through my bookshelves later.

Comic history in general? Yeah, I've got loads of those. Note that all of these are about the American comic industry (and usually about cape comics). I have a few others about non-superhero books or non-American comic history, but most of my knowledge is American comics and thus, most of my recs are about American comics:

Seal of Approval: The History of the Comics Code, by Amy Kiste Nyberg

The Ten-Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare and How It Changed America, by David Hajdu

American Comics: A History, by Jeremy Dauber

Pulp Empire: The Secret History of Comic Book Imperialism, by Paul Hirsch

Comic Books and the Cold War, 1946-1962: Essays on Graphic Treatment of Communism, the Code and Social Concerns, edited by Chris and Rafiel York

Men of Tomorrow: Geeks, Gangsters, and the Birth of the Comic Book, by Gerard Jones

Slugfest: Inside the Epic, 50-year Battle between Marvel and DC, by Reed Tucker

75 Years Of DC Comics: The Art of Modern Mythmaking, by Paul Levitz and Benedikt Taschen (editors)

75 Years of Marvel: From the Golden Age to the Silver Screen, Benedikt Taschen (editor)

Marvel: The Untold Story, by Sean Howe

The Secret History of Wonder Woman, by Jill Lepore

Wonder Woman Unbound: The Curious History of the World's Most Famous Heroine, by Tim Hanley

"Seducing the Innocent: Fredric Wertham and the Falsifications That Helped Condemn Comics" by C.L. Tilley

"The Great Comic Book Heroes" by Jules Feiffer (Dial Press, 1965)

The documentary Secret Origin: The Story of DC Comics, Kevin Smith's interviews with Neal Adams, and random bits of history like Jack Kirby's interviews are probably the closest we're going to get to a DC equivalent of Marvel: The Untold Story for a long time.

For a little bit of comic fandom history, The Caped Crusade: Batman and the Rise of Nerd Culture by Glen Weldon is an interesting read.

I also have several articles that I've read and used for various papers I've written over the years, but I'll have to go dig through them to find ones that might interest you.

#bri's recs #dc comics #marvel comics #comic history #comic books #asks #some of these are much better and comprehensive reads than others #but they're all at least passably decent reads

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amy-rose-warrior · 28 days ago

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In the city of Eggmanland, a metallic dystopia ruled by the nefarious Dr. Eggman, a girl awoke with no memories save for two names- her own, Maria, and Shadow. She possessed a mysterious stone that allows her to transform into the soothing Super Tide, a Chaos Crusader who stands for justice against the tyranny of Eggman. She's taken in by Vanilla and her daughters, Cream and Amy Rose, and attends the Robotnik Institute of Technology for grades k-12 by day while fighting evil by night, all while trying to unlock her hidden memories and find the truth about Shadow.

🩵Super Tide (you are here) ❤️Super Bloom 🤍Super Star (coming soon) 💛Super Breeze (coming soon) 💜Super Spark (coming soon) 💚Super Thorn (coming soon) 💙Super Shade (coming soon)

#Sth #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #Chaos crusaders au #md art #MD original #GOT 1/7 DESIGNS FOR THE MAGICAL GIRL AU DONE LET'S GOOOO #Super Tide

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white-knight-of-lumiose · 4 months ago

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Ahem, this is a bit sudden, I’m sure- but as much as I hate to admit it, I am in need of assistance! And I believe you’re the best person for the job!

An evil lurks in Lumiose City, under the guise of a kind teahouse owner (@just-some-kalosian). She’s actually a madwoman, experimenting on people and Pokémon alike! I’ve seen these experiments myself- and, well.

I can’t stop this alone. So as a fellow defender of justice, I request your assistance!

Mistral, (@cobalt-cavalier)

What…!? Oh-but of course, mes Ami! Name a time and place to meet, and I shall make my way as swiftly as I can. You know I’d been hearing rumors of a masked crusader about the city-imagine my surprise to be contacted! (I was slightly afraid I’d have to go about chasing them myself, which-I would be rather conflicted by.)

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokemon au #rotumblr #ooc: FINALLY CALEM GETS TO DO INTERESTING STUFF

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ultra-plamp · 1 year ago

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Happy Halloween, scaredy cats! I'm happy to announce my Sonic Boom Halloween Stickers! Fancy yourself a 3-inch costumed crusader to get yourself in the pumpkin season mood? Follow the links below to my Ko-Fi to order yourself one (or more) of the lovely cast of Sonic Boom such as: Mummy Sonic Mad Scientist Tails Lab Monster Knuckles Clown Amy Werewolf Sticks Ghost Shadow Thanks for all the support and have yourself a spooktacular Halloween season!

#sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #sticks the badger #shadow the hedgehog #sonic boom fanart #sonic boom #stickers #halloween stickers #ko fi support #buy me a kofi #stickers for sale

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goth1clee · 1 year ago

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Polnareff x male reader

Summary: you are the newest member of the SDC, who joined shortly after iggy did. Similar to kakyoin and polnareff, you were an enemy stand user turned ally, who also wanted to defeat Dio. (This fix does contain tickles so if you don’t like it then scroll).

Tw: not many, mention of people changing and being shirtless

Word count: 1885 words

“Good morning y/n. I hope you slept well.”

You awoke to the sound of Advol and Joseph cooking breakfast. You yawned and smiled in Advol’s direction. Even though you had only been a part of the Stardust crusaders for a short time, they were all quick to make you feel welcomed. However, one member stood out to you. Jean Pierre Polnareff was the third person to meet you, and was the first to warm up to you. Your first impression of him was quite unforgettable.

You were sat with both Advol and Joseph in a small cafe, waiting for the rest of the crusaders to join you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe burst open.

“God, it took me forever to find this place. I’ve been walking for almost an hour-“

The man in the door way suddenly paused his short-lived rant and stared in your direction. He was like nothing you’d ever seen before; he had a thick French accent and was built similar to that of an ancient Greek statue. He smirked and sauntered over, pulling up a chair.

“Ah, you must be the new stand user, non?”

You replied quietly, which caused his heart to melt ever so slightly.

“My name’s Jean Pierre Polnareff, and not so long ago I was in a similar situation to you mon ami. Dio had one of those horrific flesh buds implanted into my brain.”

You listened carefully as he explained his whole story: about his sisters death, his mission to avenge her, and how he met Dio and obtained his stand.

He stopped talking and began discussing plans with Advol and Joseph. Very few minutes he would turn his head to catch your gaze. A sappy grin would plaster his face every time you made eye contact, and looked away in panic. Everything was so new to you, especially him.

As you slowly arose from your sleeping bag, your eyes began to adjust, and you started to function. As you began to eat, a shadow cast over you.

“Well good morning y/n, I see you slept well.”

Polnareff towered over you, smiling as he always did. You nodded in response and the Frenchman sat next to you and began eating his breakfast.

“Mm Joseph, I’m amazed at how you can achieve such incredible food in the middle of a desert.” Polnareff spoke between bites, which made Joseph smile.

“Good food comes from experience Polnareff” Joseph replied, much like a father lecturing his son. You sat and spectated all of the crusader’s conversation, as you didn’t talk as much as the rest of them.

“So y/n,” Polnareff turned to look at you, breaking through your internal silence, “you’ve been with us for almost a week now. How are you finding it? Entertaining non?”

You paused eating and thought for a moment. Your journey so far had been incredible so far. Yes, it involved fighting enemy stand users most days, however you had visited so many amazing places, it was worth it.

“Yeah, it’s been nice so far thanks.”

“Oh, je suis content!” The Frenchman beamed at you. He seemed to do this often, despite only knowing you for a short time. Even the others could tell, he acted different towards you. You were no different from the rest of the crusaders, however Polnareff seemed to be drawn to you in more ways than one.

After everything had been cleared from breakfast and the campsite had been packed away, you and the rest of the crusaders began to make your way towards the nearest town; your destination was a hotel not far from the city centre.

Journeying with the boys was nice. The conversation was always interesting, and Polnareff always made an effort to try and get you to come out of your shell.

“Ugh, we’ve been walking for ages Jiji, how much longer until we get to the city.”

Although Jotaro was the only one to voice it, everyone was sick of walking.

“Only a few minutes now Jotaro.” Joseph replied.

Soon enough, you had reached the hotel. Joseph had insisted on booking all the rooms, due to his wealth.

“Ok, so I managed to book three rooms. Two have two single beds.” Immediately Jotaro interjected.

“Me and kakyoin will take one of the single bed rooms.”

“Right,” Advol spoke up, “ and me and Mr. Joestar will take the room closest to the ground floor, in case of an emergency.”

“Ok,” Joseph spoke, “that room is also one of the single bed rooms. So that leaves…y/n and polnareff. You both don’t mind sharing do you?”

Before you could say anything, Polnareff spoke up,

“I don’t mind at all Mr. Joestar, although I do snore, so I warn you Y/n.” He spoke playfully, and didn’t notice how red you were.

“We’re both adult men, we’ll survive two nights.”

You grabbed your bags and took the lift up to your room. When you got there, you unpacked your bags and sat idly on the bed.

“Already chose your side of the bed y/n?”

You turned around to face Polnareff. To say you were nervous was an understatement. He made you nervous; not in an uncomfortable way, but he had a strange effect on you.

“I-I don’t mind which side, I was just sittin-“

“Woah woah mon ami, I was just pulling your leg. I don’t care about sides.”

He gave you a reassuring look, before placing his bags down.

“I’m just going to freshen up. You don’t mind do you?”

“No not at all, go ahead”

After a few minutes, Polnareff walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel draped over his waist. His hair dripped over his shoulders. You’d never seen his hair down.

“Je m’excuse y/n, I forgot to grab my clothes.”

You quickly turned around as he picked up his clothes. The Frenchman chuckled at your reaction.

“Aw, quel est le problème y/n, I’m not offended.”

He retreated to the bathroom and shortly came out wearing a baggy t-shirt and pyjama bottoms. He slumped down on the bed next to you. You quickly arose, and got changed in the bathroom also. You came out wearing a similar outfit.

“You ok y/n, you seem…jumpy?”

You froze. He was perceptive to say the least. The very thought of sharing a bed with Polnareff made you weak, and he secretly knew it.

“I’m fine thank you Polnareff.”

You sat on the bed next to him, rigid as a wooden board.

“You need to relax mon ami.”

Polnareff rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, I give a killer massage. How does that sound huh?”

You moved out of his grasp, your stomach in knots.

“No thanks Polnareff, I’m not overly fond of massages.”

“Aw why not?”

You stopped a moment to try and think of a lie. The truth was you were incredibly sensitive. It would only take a small squeeze on your back, ribs, or pretty much anywhere else, and you’d burst into uncontrollable giggles. It was humiliating to say the least.

“Uh, it’s just not my thing.”

“Oh don’t be silly, here-“

Before you could interject, Polnareff’s hands dug into your shoulders lightly. You jumped and let out a small yelp.

“Whahat was that mon ami?”

Your reaction amused Polnareff, but it also confused him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologise y/n, I should’ve listened. But why did you react?”

“I-I don’t know”

“Oh come on y/n, we both know you know, so spill.”

You were speechless, much to the Frenchman’s dismay.

“Is it pain.? Non? Were you startled, uncomfortable, heck, ticklish!”

The last word made you react visibly. You were incredibly embarrassed. However, this delighted your French counterpart.

“Well I would never have guessed.“ he jested.

“I can explain-“

“No need mon Cher. I’m just surprised is all. I mean, you’ve taken down stand users with immense power, yet you buckled under my touch.” It’s quite sweet really.”

You felt more at ease knowing he wouldn’t judge; this was short lived. A shit-eating grin spread across Polnareff’s face, and he suddenly had you pinned to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” Panic filled your voice, which only made Polnareff chuckle. He gripped both your wrists with one hand and had the other hand placed over your stomach.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t use this new information mon ami? I’ve finally found a way to loosen you up. About time.”

“Please. It’s embarrassing”

Polnareff scoffed “Absurdité! You need a laugh y/n, and I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”

Within second, the Frenchman’s fingers spidered across your abdomen, making you artist with bubbly giggles. Your protests only made Polnareff’s smirk wider.

“tes rires sont comme de la musique,” polnareff often switched to French halfway through his speech, more so with you than other people; he enjoyed your reaction every single time.

“Un garçon tellement chatouilleux~”

“Stop teasing!” You begged through giggles.

“Oh I’m afraid I can’t do that gentil garçon, this is too much fun”

He dragged his index finger along your bare ribs, which drove you mad. He decided to switch positions, and straddled your waist, pinning your wrist with silver chariot. He placed both hands on your hips and drilled his fingers into your skin. Your laughter picked up.

“NO NO NOT THERE PLEHEAEE I BEG.”

“Oh you beg do you,” Polnareff teased, “has the chatouiller le monstre found a bad spot.”

You replied with louder giggles, snorting occasionally. Polnareff began to slow down, making sure you could catch your breath.

“Aw, tu es tout rouge~”

“Ok ok, that’s enough., plehease stop.”

Your giggles began to gradually stop. As you regained your senses, you noticed Polnareff’s gaze. There was no judgement or malice behind those eyes; only love and adoration.

“Oh, but one more thing y/n..”

Polnareff swiftly lifted up your t shirt, exposing your bare stomach. His head rested on your torso as he blew raspberries on you stomach. You squealed in surprise. You felt your wrists loosen and you immediately rolled onto your sides, clutching your ribs.

“Pl-plehease, no more.”

“Alright, J’ai fini~”

Polnareff pulled you close to him and hugged you. His face beamed with joy; he hadn’t had this much fun in a while, and to tell the truth, neither had you.

“Well I quite enjoyed that,” Polnareff began, “it’s refreshing to hear you laugh finally y/n. You’re always so quiet, but now I know what get you giggling huh?”

“It’s been so long since anyone has done that to me.”

Polnareff looked surprised.

“What, no way. But you’re so ticklish, how has no one ever seen this side of you?”

“I’m not quite sure, I’m not massively close to many people.”

“That’s tragic y/n. Well, you’ll be glad to know I’m not easy to rid of. And I’d you think I’m not going to use this tactic when never you’re being too quiet, then you’re mistaken.”

You smiled coyly in response. You yawned; it had gotten late now, and the Frenchman had tired you out.

“I suppose we’d better get some rest,” you began, “ I’m shattered now.”

You both layer down on opposite sides, however Polnareff was not one for being awkward and distant. He moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You tensed up, but soon relaxed once you got used to his embrace.

“Mm, bonne nuit y/n, dors bien~”

“Good night Pol.~”

#young writer #tickle fic #fluff #i’m really gay #jean pierre polnareff #jjba polnareff #polnareff stardust crusaders #polnareff tickles

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